We arrived at Mister’s brother’s house and were warmly greeted. Both Matt and his wife also practice BDSM, so when I winced when I sat down on the hard wooden chair Mister held out for me, they gave each other and me knowing looks. I blushed and grinned. We enjoyed a light dinner, some lovely wine, and conversation. Around 10:00 p.m. or so, we finally went to our room. I knew Mister’s expectations without him needing to say one word. I used the bathroom first then, once in our room, immediately took off my robe.

When Mister came into the room he simply stepped over me, sat on the bed and removed his belt. Tomorrow morning his parents would arrive and we would have to be quiet. Tonight, though, it was Matt and Jessica. I could already hear screams of delight and moans of pleasure coming from downstairs, so silence was not necessary. First, Mister praised me for accepting my earlier spanking so well. He could see, but I smiled with pride. He ran his hand down my spine, one finger down the crack of my buttocks, and across my very slick slit. “Spread,” he ordered. I spread my legs wide. He worked first one then two then three then four fingers into my weeping pussy. I didn’t even try to stop my moaning. I wanted him so badly! I had since the moment he had ordered me out of the car!!https://anariebrady.blog/2018/12/23/2018-bdsm-christmas/  He pressed his thump against my clit. That was it. Color exploded behind my eyes and I cried out his name. By the time I returned to earth, he had two very wet fingers inside of my anus and was scissoring them, working to relax the muscles. When he was satisfied, he said, “Hips up.” I slid position, his fingers inside of me. “No,” he decided. “Let’s do this on the bed.” I was surprised, but pleased. The bed was SO MUCH better on my knees. Quickly, I scampered onto the bed and assumed my favorite position. Once again he worked my own wetness into my anus until he was satisfied.

When he finally, FINALLY, slid his magnificent cock into my ass, I crashed again. I heard his laughter somewhere in the distance. He slapped my ass as he fucked me, telling me to keep coming. He loved to see me lose control all because of him. The harder he slapped and fucked, the harder I came until finally I begged him to come as well. “Not yet. Your ass isn’t quite Christmas red yet.”

“Please!!” I begged again. I hadn’t stopped coming since he had entered me. A body can take only so much pleasure! He thrust in deeply, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back slightly. “Stop. You do NOT tell me what to do, do you?” “No, no sir,” I whimpered. He let go of my hair and returned to reddening and fucking my ass. “Not. One. More. Word,” he warned, accentuating his command with hard slaps to my tingling flesh. I bit the soft sheets just to make sure no words fell from my mouth. “That’s right,” he murmured. “Take what I give like a good slut. My slut.” I knew he was close. He always called me that when he was close. That knowledge sent me over the edge again. “Sir!” I shouted. “Oh, slut, you’ll pay for that.” Then he thrust deeply, lifting my hips slightly, and emptied himself within me. “Yes!” I cried out, knowing full well that I would certainly pay for breaking his rule not once, but twice.

He pulled out, but kept a hand on my back. I stayed in place. I squealed a bit when the cold plug entered my hot body. He fell to the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed my head and fondled my breasts. “God, you’re amazing,” he said. I snuggled closer. “That plug, by the way, will stay in all night. That’s your punishment for talking the first time.” I squirmed a bit and sighed. I didn’t like to be plugged for long periods of time, but I had to admit, it was a fair punishment. “In the morning, I’ll take it out after we have made love again.” Thank god! “But after your shower, it goes back in until after lunch. That’s your punishment for speaking a second time.”

His parents would be here. I’d be plugged in front of them. I’d have to walk and sit and behave like everything was perfectly normal. Actually, in my world, everything was, in fact, perfect. I smiled, kissed his chest, and said, “Yes, Mister.”