A good girl in the hands of a bad man

I sleep with danger.

She sleeps beside me now, breathing softly. A few moments before, she lay against me naked under the duvet, her head on my shoulder, one soft breast pressed against my chest, and one smooth thigh open and over my leg, her dampness pressed against me.

She laughs when I call her “dangerous.”

“You’re the dangerous one,” she tells me. “The Bad Man.”

Her innocence is charming. She sees herself as very boring, just another woman, nothing particularly shocking. Good at her job, a good mom who loves gardening and a good girl who has spent her life doing good things.

A good girl in the hands of a bad man.

“You just came across the room at me,” she said today, wonderingly. “You didn’t say anything, you didn’t kiss me, you didn’t touch me. You just entered me and started fucking me.”

Yes. This morning. She has it partly right, but not completely. Understandable, because she wasn’t there for all of it.

I took her to bed last night, both of us feeling distant due to work and family pressures. That afternoon we had walked on the beach, and she had wandered off when I stopped to photograph things.

I noticed.

I caught up to her, and told her to stay close.

After that, she stayed close.

We joked about putting a leash on her. She said I couldn’t use the training leads, there was a six foot minimum leash requirement. I said six feet would be long enough, and I intended to keep her on a shorter leash than that. She said people would not allow her to be on a leash. I was unconcerned. Funny, though. Let her wear a leather belt and no one would notice. Loop that same belt about her neck, and suddenly you get everyone’s attention.

Especially Amy’s.

“Ooohhh, just a little bit dangerous”

She has pushed off the duvet now. She lies on her belly, facing away from me. Naked from the knees up, the smooth curves of her ass just visible in the light from the laptop, a dark cleavage shadows her most personal entry point. I think briefly about fucking her ass.

I took her to bed last night.

We talked, as I held her from behind. After 10 minutes, she began falling asleep.

I began to play with her breasts. She whimpered. Tired, Amy needed to sleep.

We both need sleep. But we need something else more. As long as we have been together, Amy and I usually fuck several times a night. Some nights only once. I have no plan to fuck her tonight, but I intend to own her fully. We will see what happens.

To be honest, in the fog of exhaustion and arousal, I’m not entirely sure what happened. But two days ago, I made Amy masturbate, and she imagined me sitting in the chair in the bedroom making her fuck someone else, as I have threatened to do.

Amy doesn’t want me to make her fuck someone else. It scares her.

And yet she knows I want to use her, to make her fuck someone else, to be cunt, to obey every command.

She imagined me ordering her to fuck someone, directing her into different positions.

Amy continued to masturbate.

Then she came.

Hard.

She couldn’t confess it until the next day, and even then she couldn’t look me in the eye as she told me what her thoughts had been.

So now as I fuck my tired whimpering girl I take the fantasy deeper, and vividly paint a word picture as we fuck. I talk about her being forced to fuck someone else. About being used. About being wild.

I threaten to play with her tits while she fucks someone else, and Amy begs me not to do it. Play with Amy’s tits long enough, and, well…she loses control.

She goes wild.

Feral.

Dangerous.

She bites, she claws, she scratches. She loses the ability to form words, let alone sentences.

Amy fucks with her teeth sunk into my shoulder. I have many bruises left by her teeth, long rakes down my back from her nails. I wince often when I fuck her, when I have led her to the place of wildness.

She never remembers.

She looks at the bruises, the bite marks, the long scratches, and asks wide-eyed in the morning “Did I do that?”

Yes.

The last thing she says before slipping into that space, before the teeth and nails find my skin, is a whispered frenzied begging that I keep fucking her, that she’ll do anything I want, just keep my cock in her and “please please please keep fucking me.”

You turn around
so hot and dry
you’re hiding under a halo
your mouth is alive 

Her mouth is alive this time. As I fuck her and tell I will force her into a threesome, I let her suck my finger into her mouth, and she fastens to it like a slut on a cock, hungry to suck out the cum. Is it another man’s cock, in her mind? Or is it mine, as I make her fuck someone else? It’s all the same; when the time comes she’ll be lost in the fucking, and I’ve already told her I’ll make her like it, whether she wants to or not.

We fuck for a long time.

At last, she overheats. She whimpers to me that she can’t fuck any more, she’s too hot. I roll off her, and turn on the fan, and lie back down beside her.

We both breathe hard.

Her body is slick with sweat, and she’s claustrophobic and overheated.

I am not done with her.

I kiss my way down between her legs, and lie there, my mouth nudging along her thighs and pussy. I tell her I will do this to her when I want to get her ready for a stranger to fuck.

She gasps a little. I begin to caress her puffy damp lips with my mouth. I’m not sure where she is, in her mind, but as she cools in the blowing air, I hear her cry out and coo, holding her breath and releasing it. Her belly tightens, her thighs flex and her pussy at times rises up to meet my mouth as I tease her.

Eventually, one hand with delicate fingers finds its way down to rest just inside her hip, near her bikini line, if she wasn’t plucked bare.

She wants to masturbate.

She needs to cum.

I tell her to masturbate while I straddle her, playing with her breasts, telling her how perfect her tits are.

I know her nipples are sore by now.

I know hurting her nipples can make her cum.

I hurt her nipples.

“she’s got what it takes to make ends meet
the eyes of a lover that hit like heat “

I know she is close to cumming. Her whole body is tense, and her hand makes the familiar sound between her legs.

Her body thrums.

I play with her swollen breasts, then I say to her, “God, imagine how sore your tits will be after you’ve had to satisfy TWO men playing hard with them.”

She cums.

I’m over her, and I immediately slip my cock into her.

All nerve endings, she fucks now like the wild woman I love, all claws and nails.

We fuck now, until exhaustion slows me. I pull out of her, and hold her in my arms, too tired to cum. The bed sheets are somewhere on the floor.

I hold her firmly in my arms, locked.

She asks for water.

I tell her “No,”

Her body slumps. I straddle her naked body, open the water, and fill my mouth. Then I kiss her, letting it flow into her. She takes it eagerly. I give her more.

I tell her I can’t cum right now, but I will fuck her after I get some rest, and I will cum in her then.

We sleep.

I awake a few hours later, and slide my cock into her from behind. Her pussy is very wet, and I force my way in easily, and fuck her from behind, and from above while she lies on her side, but it’s too soon. I’m still too tired to cum.

I let her drift off to sleep again.

I lie awake beside her.

An hour drifts by.

I hold her from behind, my hand cupping her breast. I shift, letting her soft nipple slide between my thumb and forefinger. Her nipple gets firm in moments. The slightest touch arouses her nipples; it always does.

Amy is still asleep.

I lay her on her back, gently, and begin to suck her nipples.

Amy is unresponsive.

Normally, she would be writhing and begging, or trying to get away, as having her nipples played with drives her into extreme arousal, but she is too lost in sleep. I enjoy the opportunity, and alternate sucking her hard nipples. I am thrilled, and grow very hard.

I seize my sleeping girl’s hips, and drag her startled into the center of the bed and open her thighs. I have my cock in her as her eyes are opening wide in surprise, and I fuck her.

Her breasts press against my chest. I can feel her wet nipples, still firm and slippery, against my body as my cock sinks home.

I imagine making her fuck someone else, a wicked, delicious pleasure that I have still forbidden myself to explore, and I spill myself in her belly, and come to rest in an exhausted slump as Amy holds me.

“Hold on tight
you know she a little bit dangerous”

She still doesn’t think she is dangerous.

I tell her, “Imagine a woman that you can do anything you want to. Explore any desire. Make her do anything. And, imagine that what this woman wants is to do these things, to do whatever she is told, to give up all control to the man who commands her. This woman is dangerous. A man could destroy himself, with a woman like that.”

That woman is Amy.

Before we got together she had some concerns – she didn’t want to be branded, tattooed, or made to fuck anyone else. She agreed she would do them if commanded, but felt that they could be emotionally damaging to her. I decided then that I had to take the responsibility of not exploring these things that I liked, for her protection. And she laughed when I said I would make her my anal slut, or that someday she would beg to be physically disciplined.

She believes now that I can, and will turn her into an anal slut. That she admits. She also admits that she would enjoy being branded or tattooed because it would please me. And while she doesn’t want to fuck anyone else, being forced to do it to please me is hot. And she has already asked for spankings.

So where do I take her now?

I have thought also of making her pregnant. Not in a loving, check to see if she is ovulating, let’s get the timing right kind of way, but taking her, forcing her thighs open, and spilling my sperm within her as she begs and whimpers. Making her have my baby.

Can I resist the pleasures I have set aside? I can take Amy down wicked paths to dangerous places. But there is risk. I can’t promise safety. All I can promise is adventure. But she is more than willing now to go wherever I lead. I begin to imagine her now with the pleasures I forbidden myself to explore, for fear of damaging her.

I can see her now, branded, tattooed, pregnant with my baby and lying beside me naked in bed with another man’s cum still held between her lips.

Oh, and I see her content.

Sleeping peacefully.

“Hold on tight
you know she a little bit dangerous
she’s got what it takes to make ends meet
the eyes of a lover that hit like heat
you know she’s a little bit dangerous
she’s armed and extremely dangerous…”

I am the Bad Man.

I like to do bad things to my good girl. I like to make my good girl do bad things.

My good girl is learning to love everything I do to her; everything I make her do.

She turns over and pulls the duvet under her chin. I slide my hand underneath and play with her nipple. It hardens, and I see her hand slide down to her pussy. She is not awake, but she holds her pussy. Her breathing is slow and deep. In a few moments, I will finish writing, and I will fuck her. She has no idea, but she will be whimpering and begging very, very soon. She will tell me that she will do anything, just “please please please keep fucking me.”

Afterwards, I will fall asleep.

With a woman who loves me to force her to do anything I can imagine.

And as she lies innocent and completely obedient, I will know what she does not.

I sleep with danger.

The naughty schoolgirl fantasy

Amy: but right now bad schoolgirl that needs disciplined
skirt too short
Richard: yes
have to measure it
Amy: and making out with boys behind the building
Richard: no!
Amy: yes!
Richard: bad girl!
Amy: got caught
Richard: come to my office
Amy: *flounces
Richard: stand there!
Amy: *stands insolently
Richard: straighten up young lady *wields yardstick*
Amy: *straightens but gives him a look
*sassy
hehe
Richard: *looks her sternly in the eye*
Amy: *arches eyebrow
Richard: ooOOOooo like that, is it
put out your hand
Amy: *holds out hand
Richard: *smacks with yard stick
Amy: *eyes water but does not flinch
Richard: ooOOOOoo tough girl?
turn around
Amy: *sneers
*turns around
Richard: *gets the cane*
Amy: !!!
Richard: yes
lift your skirt young lady
Amy: *pauses
*lifts skirt slowly

Richard: *lowers her panties*
Amy: *tries not to whimper
Richard: bend over
Amy: *bends over slowly
Richard: *places a hand just above her ass
Amy: *wiggles
Richard: hold still!
Amy: *tries to hold still
*quivers
Richard: *sound of rattan cutting thorugh air*
*smack!!!*
BUZZ!!! (Richard hit the buzzer on Yahoo Messenger at this point. I jumped.)
Amy: *squeaks
rofl
Richard: just for effect 😉
Amy: lol
Richard: *lines up the next strike, placed the cane against her pale skin…
above the previous welt
and then…
Amy: *whimpers
Richard: BUZZ!!!
Amy: oh!
*squeals
Richard: two pretty red lines
*moves the cane up another inch…
*presses it against her smooth skin*
then
BUZZ!!!
Amy: *jumps
*starts to cry
Richard: three red lines
there’ll be no crying, young lady.
There are more tripes for you yet
stripes
(tripe is later, for dinner)
Amy: ew
Richard: LOL
Amy: worse than caning
Richard: ya… ewww
Amy: then spotted dick for desert lol
Richard: *lines up the fourth strike*
Amy: *whimpers
Richard: BUZZ!!!
Amy: *sobs
Richard: *looking very nice, pretty red welts*
you need at least 8 more young lady
Amy: omg no!
no please!
*begging
Richard: unless we can come to an understanding
Amy: *tries to pull away
Richard: no, hold still
or you will earn more
Amy: *whimpers
Richard: such a pretty mouth…….
Amy: *listens
Richard: maybe we can lessen the punishment
Amy: *wary
Richard: or mebbe just continue
*lines up the next strike*
Amy: please don’t
pleasepleaseplease
Richard: BUZZ!!!
Amy: *squeals
no more pleasepleaseplease
*crying
Richard: you think we can find another way to teach you good behavior?
Amy: *sniffs
*listens
Richard: kneel down
Amy: *kneels
Richard: facing me
Amy: *still crying softly
*looks up at him
Richard: are you gonna be a good girl now?
Amy: yes *meekly
Richard: open that pretty sassy mouth
and we’ll show you what happens to mouthy girls
Amy: *hesitant
Richard: *opens it for her*
Amy: *looks up at him with tear filled eyes
Richard: *holds hair with one hand
*unzips*
Amy: omg
*Amy just fainted
Richard: *holds her head firmly
*looks at fainted girl
Amy: (no, me here)
(from hotness)
Richard: *undoes her blouse so she can breathe better
Amy: thank you
Richard: LOl – yes is very hot
wonderfully wicked
Amy: *comes to, looking up at Richard
what happened?
Richard: *pulls her squealing to her knees by her hair*
Amy: please don’t!
I’ll be good!
I promise!
Richard: *turns her head up
Amy: *sobs
Richard: open your mouth
*pulls hair*
*hard*
Amy: *opens mouth reluctantly
Richard: *slaps*
Amy: oh!
Richard: *slaps again*
Amy: *opens
Richard: good
*presses against her mouth*
*inserts*
Amy: *chokes
Richard: *pulls hair hard*
*forces her down on it*
*places cane against her sore ass
Amy: !!!
Richard: you know what to do
lil slut
DO IT!
*very stern*
Amy: *tries to please him
*crying
*takes all of him in her mouth
Richard: *tosses away cane*
*holds her head with both hands*
*guides her*
*guides her movements*
*face fucks*
Amy: *following
Richard: *roughly*
*builds…….*
Amy: *tries to stay upright
Richard: *forces her on to it hard!*
*cums*
Amy: *chokes again
Richard: *no mercy*
Amy: *tries to pull away
Richard: *holds her tight
Amy: *swallows
Richard: *empties
pulls away…
releases her head
Amy: *falls back
Richard: get dressed
Amy: *looks up at him
Richard: fix yourself
Amy: *wipes her mouth
*tries to fix her uniform
Richard: *impatient*
Amy: *crying softly
Richard: stop crying
*stern*
Amy: *gulps down a sob
Richard: lets see how you look
Amy: *stands up shakily
Richard: straighten your blouse
fix your hair
Amy: *straightens
*pats at hair
Richard: better
do we have an understanding?
Amy: yes sir *meekly
*eyes down
Richard: good
go now
be back here next Monday after school
Amy: !!!
Richard: If you know what is good for you
Amy: *looks frightened
*pleading
Richard: You are trying my patience
you do not want to make me angry
Amy: no!
Richard: and you haven’t thanked me
Amy: !!!
thanked you?
Richard: yes
don’t be rude
you deserved 8 more stripes – do you want them now?
Amy: no!
please sir!
I’m sorry!
Richard: I will have none of your insolence
Amy: Thank you for not caning me more
Richard: good
Amy: sir
Richard: now get out – I am done with you
come back monday
Amy: *scurries out quickly
*rubbing her ass
Richard: *closes door*

I need a good spanking

The last week or so has been really hectic. Busy at work; even having to work the last couple of weekends. Lots of stuff going on socially. And we’ve had the kids for five days straight. Not much alone time, not much time for romance or D/s play.

Plus Richard has had severely congested ears for several weeks now. Not too painful, but he’s having a hard time hearing anything. (And don’t get me started on how much fun I’m getting out of, anytime he says he’s having trouble hearing, saying “What?” I trick him into repeating himself about half the time. Chortle.)

He finally decided to bite the bullet and take an antihistamine and decongestant, probably just to shut me up with the “what?” joke. So for the last few nights he’s been out like a light and he’s had trouble waking up in the morning.

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Which means…no bedtime fucking, no middle-of-the-night fucking, and severely reduced morning fucking. In fact, two mornings ago we were having GREAT sex, really getting into the groove, Richard had me pinned to the bed with one hand, my ass in the other and was fucking the lights out of me, when the ALARM RANG. Richard grabbed at it, fumbled and poked at several switches, and finally gave up with a sigh, pulled away from me and slammed it quiet.

I was kinda wishing I was the alarm clock. I kinda woulda liked to have been slammed quiet. If you know what I mean.

But I digress. I’m still getting fucked at least daily (notice I didn’t say anything about naps *smirk*). But, because we’re time constrained and tired and drugged (well, Richard is) and need to be quiet cuz of the midgets, we’re not doing a lot of D/s play.

I feel…unfocused. I don’t feel as submissive as I usually do, I don’t feel as controlled, I don’t feel as overwhelmingly focused on Richard. The rest of our life has grown up around us over the last week, and I don’t like it.

Remember I said I’m not a masochist?

Well, all day long I’ve been thinking about how NICE it would be if Richard were to get really stern with me and scold me for something I’ve done and then give me a long, hard spanking. Long enough and hard enough to make me cry. And then fuck me, while my red, hot ass was still throbbing from the spanking.

Training her for belly dance

Amy is learning to belly dance.

She doesn’t want to show me what she has learned until she feels she can do it properly, which is cool with me, but last night she wanted to show me a couple of her moves.

She had on a thin gray undershirt, her jingling coin skirt, and something else – I don’t know what. I found it hard to look below her upper body, with her braless 38D breasts at eye level, nipples already erect and and a sexy smile on her face.

This pic I posted previously will give you a idea of how those nipples get your attention.

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She shows me some hips moves, which were dead sexy, then she goes into a shoulder shake, that just makes her breasts dance wildly.

God.

I’m gonna get her some tassels.

God.