Get on Your Knees, Boy

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, Heterosexual, BDSM, DomSub, FemaleDom, Spanking, Rough, Light Bond, Sadistic, Torture, Foot Fetish, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A kinky couple have fun after a long day at work. He likes to try to resist her authority, but she doesn't mind, it gives her an excuse to punish him...

When she heard the doorbell ring she could feel her pussy start to tingle. He was here, and right on time too. She knew he would be; he loved it as much as she did, even if he pretended not to.

She opened the door and was greeted by his smile. He was in a suit, his hands in his pockets, and a five o'clock shadow. She was still in her blouse and skirt that she had worn to work herself.

"Get in here," she told him smiling, grabbing his tie and pulling him inside. They both chuckled at that. He followed her, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"I'm glad you got my text message, I thought it might've been a little late," she said, looking back over her shoulder at him as she lead him down the hallway.

"Oh no. It's never too late for that sort of thing," he said cheekily, grinning. "I've been hard ever since I got it."

"I bet you have," she laughed, glancing down at his crotch. She could see the bulge in his pants. He had such a nice cock, she had to lick her lips just from thinking about it.

She opened a door revealing stairs that lead down to her play room. She pulled him down the stairs after him. It had just been a normal basement before she moved in, but she had put all sorts of things in there since. The walls were still the cement walls of the basement. There was a work bench that ran along the far wall, it was covered with all sorts of things, and there was carpet on the floor. It was easier on the knees.

"Ok," she said to him as she led him to the middle of the room, "you take those clothes off before I get back." She turned around to head back up the stairs and looked back over her shoulder at him, "And keep your hands off your cock, or else," she said grinning, making her way up the stairs.

She headed to her room, unbuttoning her blouse on the way. She could already feel herself getting wet at the thought of the things she was going to do to him tonight; she couldn't stop herself from chuckling at a few of the things. In her room, she finished taking her blouse off as well as everything else she was wearing.

She pulled out her favourite black corset, the one that just pushed her boobs up and made them look even bigger than they already were. The corset pushed her tits together too, giving her ample cleavage that he just couldn't take his eye off when ever she was wearing it.

She grabbed her garter belt out and some stockings too. Panties? She ran her hand over her freshly waxed pussy, she was already getting wet. No, no panties, they would just be off again in a few minutes anyway. She grabbed out a pair of soft leather boots too. They only came to her knee, leaving her to show of her gorgeous thighs. She was proud of her legs, she always got comments about them, almost as much as her tits.

She stood looking at herself in the mirror. She ran her hands over herself: down her tits, over the corset, her hips and over her thighs, feeling the silkiness of her stockings. Her body felt just as good as it looked.

She grabbed the riding crop up off the bed, grinning at herself in the mirror. "He's in for it now," she giggled to herself.

She left her room, and headed back to the basement. She could hear a gentle slapping as she descended the stairs; she knew what that meant. It stopped as soon as her foot made a sound on the stairs. She just grinned to herself, he wasn't going to get out of it that easily.

As she walked further down the stairs she could see him standing with his hands behind his back. His cock was rock hard and was bobbing up and down slightly. Caught red handed she thought to herself, smiling.

She looked him in the eye as soon as she could see his face. He was smiling up at her, and she just smiled back. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she pointed the crop at him as it it were her finger. "I thought I told you not to touch yourself," she said as she walked over to him.

He just grinned back at her and nodded his head.

She flicked the head of his hard cock with the crop, which made him yelp and dance on the spot. "Well, don't do it then," she told him. He was moving his hands to grab his cock as she said that, but she flicked them away with the crop. "No touching I said!"

"Ow!" he said, shaking his hands after she swatted them with the crop.

She smiled at that. She could see the red mark on his cock head where she had hit him with the crop, but his cock was still hard.

"Since you can't keep your hands where I want them ... Hands behind your back, now!" she told him.

"But..." he started.

She lifted the crop again, smiling at him.

"Ok, ok," he said. He quickly put his hands behind his back, not so eager to be cheeky again.

She grabbed some leather cuffs that were hanging on a hook on the wall as she walked around behind him. She secured them nice and tight, making him wince as she pulled them tight, roughly.

"Oh, don't be such a pussy," she told him giggling. She gave his ass a swat with the crop.

"Ouch! Ok, ok," he quickly agreed, not really wanting another one.

She walked around in front of him again. His cock was still nice and hard, and he had nice balls too. Nice shaved balls at that, he would really feel anything she wanted to do to them with no hair in the way. She smiled at that thought.

She cupped his balls in her hands, rolling them around between her fingers. She looked up at his face, his eyes were closed. "Oh, you like that, do you?" she teased.

He nodded his head.

She grabbed his balls, pulling down on them and making him grunt. She pulled down harder, making his knees bend slightly. His cock looked like it was getting harder. "You like that, too," she giggled.

She gripped his ball sack tight, pushing his balls out the end of her fist, making his sack tight around them. She ran the crop over his balls, and she could feel him tense. She loved the power.

She started slapping his balls with the crop, making him squirm and whimper a little. "Oh, don't act like you don't like it," she giggled, doing it some more.

"Ow, ow, please..." he said, shifting from foot to foot slightly.

"Oh, poor boy," she giggled as she stopped slapping his balls. She kept hanging onto his balls, and she put the crop down beside her. She grabbed his balls with her empty hand, squeezing them, making him groan. "Don't you like my crop on your balls?" she asked sweetly, smiling up at him.

He was wincing. "No," he groaned.

She squeezed harder, making him groan louder and bend over slightly. She grinned up at him. "Well, I'll have to do something about that," she giggled. She let go of his balls, and he gasped in relief. She walked over to the wall that had all sorts of leather straps hanging on it and she grabbed one of the smaller ones with a long metal chain on it.

She came back over to him and bent down beside him. She wrapped it around his cock and balls, and snapped it in place. It was a cock and ball strap that held his balls out below, and wrapped tightly around his cock to keep it hard. It also had a leash attached to it.

"Now they're my cock and balls," she laughed, tugging on the leash making him wince. His cock was getting a lot harder now. She grabbed his cock, squeezing it hard and stroking it up and down. "And you know what that means, don't you," she said giving the leash a tug again and laughing as he whimpered and tried to move with it.

"Wh-what?" he whimpered as she stroked his ever hardening cock.

"It means I get to do what ever I like with them," she laughed. "And I like to feel the crop on my cock and balls, and the flogger too. I even like it when wax gets dripped on them too," she said, licking her lips as she stroked his now rock hard cock. She scrapped her fingernails over the head of his cock, making him gasp and jump back. She grinned broadly; he was really sensitive there.

She couldn't help herself any longer, she just had to. She leaned down to his cock and slid his cock between her lips, sucking the head of his cock into her mouth. She loved having cock in her mouth, his cock most of all. It wasn't small by any means, but it wasn't enormous either. It felt so good in her mouth too, and he tasted nice. She slid more of his cock into her mouth, deep-throating him.

She started sliding his cock back out of her mouth. She heard him breathe in quietly as her teeth started scraping over his cock shaft. She she smiled as she heard him wince when her teeth were on his cock head. She bit down harder then, just to torment him some more. He really winced at that, but she just giggled.

"And it also means that you don't get to cum until I say. And that you have to call me mistress," she told him, looking up at him.

He didn't say anything back, so she wrapped her hand around his cock again, with the head of his cock exposed. She picked up the crop from beside her and she started flicking his cock head with the crop making him gasp and dance. She giggled. She was enjoying it just as much as his cock told her he was too.

"Ow, ow, yes! Yes mistress," he said finally.

She grinned at him. "Good boy," she said, giving his cock a pat.

She walked over to the single seater couch that was in the corner, pulling him along behind her by the leash. He was winching as she jerked on the leash, just to let him know who was in charge.

She turned around and sat down on the couch, her knees together. "Get on your knees boy," she told him, looking him in the eye.

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