Sir Tortuga's Society Household Blog
Chapter 27: A Man of My Word
Copyright© 2011 by JoeTortuga
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 27: A Man of My Word - I run a Household in a secret BDSM Society. I think we need to be more open, and join the rest of the world, so I'm blogging about what really goes on here. I'm a pansexual sadist, and I take my pleasure wherever I will. The codes will update as I post, out of courtesy. I'll update weekly with my posts from the previous week.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Light Bond Humiliation Sadistic Group Sex Orgy Safe Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Water Sports
No post about bed slaves today. Because, yes, Sera, I'm a man of my word.
I awoke this morning, not the feel of a fucktoy's mouth wrapped around my cock, but to the feel of soft breasts pressed against my chest, a long leg crossed over me, and full lips pressed against mine in a simple kiss. I awoke and heard a sensual voice whisper, "Good morning, my Sir, my love." Something inside me broke, some bit of tension I hadn't known I had, and then we were kissing again.
Sera was in my bed.
I came fully awake then. "Wh-what? What's going on?"
"Nine years ago," she said, her hand snaking down my body to my cock, which hardened in her hand. "Nine years ago today you met us. You said this day would always be special for us."
"I said that to both of you."
"And I am still here," she said. "And I want this day to be special for us." And I am a man of my word, so I allowed it.
With her free hand she lifted a breast and fed it to my mouth, and I suckled there at it. The familiar taste of her breast made me sigh with contentment. I breathed in her scent, the way her hair smelled, the soap she used. I touched her back, the smoothness of her skin, the feel of her pressed against me. How long had it been?
She pulled her breast from my mouth and fed me the other one. "I've needed this for so long, Sir," she said. Her hand teased the tip of my cock, spreading my pre-come over the head. She shifted, straddling me but keeping her breast in my mouth. She pointed my cock at her pussy, and slid down me. "Don't deny you feel the same." She didn't stop until I was fulling inside her. It felt like home.
"No," I said. "Never." I lifted my hands to her breasts, cupping them, and running my thumbs over her nipples.
"I heard you're thinking of taking a bed slave," she said. She placed a hand on my chest, and used it for leverage as she rose off my cock and then back down again, slowly. "Do you think that will help?"
"Do you want to be my bed slave?" I asked.
"No," she replied. She rose up and down on me again, agonizingly slowly. I squeezed her breasts -- not hard, but enough to remind her who I was. She smiled at me and rose and fell again, this time a bit faster. "You know what I want to be for you."
She rose, and I squeezed her breasts harder. "You'll never take her place," I said. She froze there, almost off my cock, my hands hard on her breasts. A look of pain passed through her eyes. "I'm sorry," I let go of her breasts and turned my head away.
She slid back down my cock and started rocking her hips. Her hands reached out to me, turned my head to look at me. "I want to find my own place."
I kissed her hand, "I thought you had." She rocked a couple more times, and I fucked back up into her and she began riding me again, harder. The dominance and submission games were over for a minute, we just looked into each other's eyes and fucked. No, made love. You asked me to be honest, and that's what we were doing, and what we hadn't done in a long time.