Erotic Short Stories: Rough and Wild

Story Two - Thursday Nights

Story Two - Thursday Nights

I was waiting for her to ring the bell. She knows I will punish her if she is late. She had two minutes left when I heard the bell ring. I open the door and allow her inside and she removes her coat. Underneath is not much. A new negligée to tease me with. I feel my d**k twitch. She’s wearing heels that make the muscles in her legs stand out. f**k, my c**k needs some attention already.

“Kneel”, I tell her. Of course, she complies. I put the collar on her neck and attached a leash.

We were still in the hallway so I led her, crawling, to the living room. Not much chance I will get caught by my wife. She’s out with the “girls” while I lounge in my basement turned man cave to watch sports and drink beer, so she thinks. My kinks aren’t known to my wife just yet, but I’m getting bolder. Hence, I allow my Thursday night slave to suck me off on the couch. I told her to unzip my pants and choke herself. She is more than willing. I love the slurping sounds her mouth makes. She has no gag reflex and keeps her teeth to herself. f*****g perfect.

I met my slave a few months ago. On another Thursday night, when I went to a club that catered to certain proclivities. We set a “date” for the following week and every Thursday night since. Slaves’ husband doesn’t know about us either. I’m betting he never will.

I jerk slave off my c**k by her hair. She likes the pain and I like giving it to her. “Are you hungry?”, I ask. She nods because I taught her to speak at a minimum but I want to hear it. “Say it”, I growl at her. I like to keep her guessing.

“Yes, Master”, she whispers and keeps herself from punishment, but we have time. I led her to the dog dishes on the floor. I watch her pert little ass as she crawls on her knees to the kitchen. My c**k is still hard and bounces against my abdomen. I allowed her to drink some water and eat the spaghetti I placed there earlier. It must be hard to eat leaning over the bowl with no utensils. I don’t care and I don’t allow her to use her hands, treating her as if she were an animal. I know she will get red sauce all over her face. I’m counting on it. I let her eat for 3 minutes. I pick up the whip I laid on the counter earlier. I toy with it and I watch her tense when she notices it in my hand. I give her a moment to finish chewing and she swallows. She gets a bit more water and I give her a nice swat on the ass.

“Finished?”, I ask, knowing the answer already.

“Yes, Master”, she answers me. I swat her again. I see a welt starting to form. This is just the beginning.

“You’ve made a mess of yourself”, I tell her. I watch as her n*****s harden. I can see them through the lace because the bodysuit she’s wearing is made to entice, not cover her attributes. Her t**s are nice and fat. Fat and juicy, I think of them. They strain against the lace.

“Sit up.”, she gets on her knees. “You earned a punishment for getting dirty.” I have wet wipes to clean her face. We’ve done this before. But I mix it up a bit.

“Spread your legs wide.”, I ordered. She shifts around to face me and complies. I whip her p***y. Once, twice, three times. I watched her face and saw her start to pant. She wants to squirm but that will earn her more licks of the whip. I whip her once more, wanting to hear her whimper, but she takes it like a good slave.

“Let’s go downstairs.” I allowed her to stand because I’m not a monster. I led her down and watched her eyes cut to the Murphy bed that is pulled out and ready with the toys for tonight’s adventure.

The pretty pink dildo is startling against the black sheets. Next to it is a crystal butt plug and it sparkles in the dim light. There are also n****e clamps and some handcuffs.

The 70-inch TV is paused on a b**m scene. I placed her on a stool in the middle of the room and un-paused the TV. “Stay.” I ordered her to go to get the toys and some lube.

Our contract says that I can basically do whatever I want as she is my slave and not a submissive. I have tried many things with her and we both like it a bit brutal. Tonight, I am going to reenact a scene that is playing out before our eyes. I place her hands behind her back and cuff them. I got her up and laid her over the stool. It won’t be comfortable. I unsnapped the bodysuit that was fastened at her crotch. I lube up her ass and the butt plug. I wanted to shove it in and hear her scream but I took my time. This is only the second time she is doing anal and I don’t want to damage her. My c**k is hard again thinking about when I took her anal virginity. That was f*****g hot! Knowing I had my d**k all the way in there and her husband had no idea. I filled this tight little hole with c*m while slave screamed thank you master over and over. Damn, Thursday nights are so much fun!

I seated the butt plug and she squirmed a little, trying to get away. Punishment time! I grab a flogger that I have close by for just this occasion. The leather strips of the flogger are pink and black, matching the dildo. I like the idea that they match and I can provide pleasure and pain with the set. She is still leaning over the stool. Her position is a bit precarious and that is the point, kind of. I also just like to see her at my mercy. Her p***y lips are glistening, she is dripping already.

I show her the flogger and I hear her intake of breath. Not quite a gasp but close. “Do you know why you are being whipped, slave?” I asked her in a deep, dark voice.

“Yes Master.” She answers me.

“I am going to give you ten licks for squirming away from me. You are going to count and thank me each time. Understand?” She’s still bent over the stool. Ass up.

“Yes, Master”, she cried out. What a good f*****g slave.

I slapped one ass cheek.

“One. Thank you, Master!”

The other ass cheek.

“Two, thank you Master!”

Her right hip.

“Three, thank you master!”

Her right thigh

“Four, thank you master!”

Her left thigh.

“Five thank you master!”

Her left hip

“Six, Thank you Master!” She whimpers.

Her left shoulder.

‘Seven, Thank you, master!” She’s sobbing and my c**k is so f*****g hard.

I stood her up and slapped her t**s in turn. She thanked me. Eight and Nine. Tears are pouring from her eyes.

I finished with her right shoulder and she thanked me for number ten.

“How do you explain these marks to your husband”, I asked.

She is shocked by the query and does her best to keep her voice even as she replies. “He works night shift on Thursday through Sunday. I make sure I’m up and covered when he comes home. By Monday the marks are mostly gone.”

I still wonder, “What if he wants s*x when he comes home?”

“Well, we keep our bedroom very dark so he can sleep during the day. He doesn’t get to see me very well in the dim light.” I can see that the conversation is killing the mood for her but I like the idea that her husband is a cuckhold and doesn’t know it.

I play with the butt plug and make her moan and remember why she is here. The video is playing and the guy is f*****g the handcuffed girl. It’s time for that, I think, and spread slaves’ legs wide.

“Steady yourself on the stool. Do. Not. Fall. Over. Understand?” I grit out. She shivers a little and I shove my prick inside her juicy p***y without waiting for an answer. The answer is always, yes. Her silky folds accept me easily. “So, f*****g wet for me, whore.”

“Yes Master”, she mewls.

I grab her hair and jerk her up and f**k into her at a different angle. She screamed. Whether from pleasure or pain, makes no difference. The sounds she makes drive me wild and I f**k her harder, deeper, hitting the butt plug with every thrust. She is for me to use, after all.

I pull out of her cunt and push her to her knees. “Suck me clean b***h”, I tell her. She’s a little off balance from the quickness of my movements, but that’s okay. I have more in store. She slurps my c**k and tastes herself; she’s moaning and I feel the vibrations on my shaft. I stood her back up and led her to the bed. I push her onto her hands and knees, then I pop the butt plug out. I picked up the pink dildo and handed it to her, telling her to shove it in her t**t. I line my d**k up with her asshole and shove it in.

I get the head in and feel some resistance. Fuuuuckkk, this feels so f*****g good. I pulled out and shoved it again. I want it to hurt her and it is. I can hear her whimpering but she isn’t pulling away. She’s pushing back on me. Pleasure and pain, gotta f*****g love that s**t.

I get her asshole loosened up and I start f*****g her. I’m rough and go deep. She’s thanking me. “Take your Masters f*****g c**k, slave!” I screamed at her! She takes it. She enjoys me punishing her ass. I don’t’ last long and I f*****g c*m deep and we collapse. I don’t pull out and get a few more strokes in before my d**k is limp and slides out of her dark hole. I realize I never got to use the n****e clamps or even take off the bodysuit entirely. Maybe next time.

“Did you c*m?” I asked her. I’m rubbing her arms, legs and back. Any part of her that I can reach. I love the way she feels.

“Yes, Master”, my slave answers.

She turns and kisses me on the mouth. “I love you”, she tells me.

“I love you too, baby” I answered back.

“So, what’s the fantasy for next Thursday night?” I asked my perfect wife.