Seven o’clock

“Seven O’Clock” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by B-liever.

He lies face down on the bed. His legs pulled up, his ass in the air. In her hand, a dildo; the thing slides in and out of his ass. It’s early. Seven o’clock on a day off. He rolled lazily against her. She caressed him. He clamped her leg between his own. His desire for sex so much greater than he could have imagined. His thoughts still half-asleep. Hers are not. She controls him; he is her slave. She sees what he does, what his body craves. So she turns him over, makes him kneel, butt up, legs slightly drawn up, and a stream of lube running down his butt crack.

Waking Up Slowly

Of course she wants to wake up slowly too, rolling from lovemaking into delightful morning sex. Of course. But she also knows her responsibilities. She is a Mistress, his Mistress. She must redirect his desire. Let him know that she is always in control and he follows. Soon he’ll be turning his ass toward her when he wants to fuck. He doesn’t know that yet, but she does. Then it’ll be fun, pleasurable, and he’ll be more dependent than he can imagine right now. The next plug isn’t much bigger than the last dildo, but the rim keeps it securely in his ass.

Strap-on dildo

Once it’s in place and she’s playfully tapped it with her finger, she steps off the bed. She grabs the strap-on harness lying next to the bed and steps into it. She buckles the straps and inserts a small dildo into the harness. Then she climbs back onto the bed. Kneels behind him and lets the strap-on slide down his leg. She moves the plug with her hand in a fucking motion. She smiles when she sees how he follows with his hips. Such a good-natured look and such a perfect whore. Her nails dig into his skin somewhere near his shoulders. Then she traces a path down to his ass. He reacts wonderfully.

A little lube

She pulls the plug out and immediately pushes her strap-on into his ass. As she pulls it back out, she adds some lube. Then it slides in more easily. She does it again and then grabs his hips. The first few thrusts are slow and deep. Then she speeds up. Fucks him fast and rhythmically. She feels his body enjoying it. Then she pulls back. She doesn’t want this. He wiggles his ass, craving, begging. She smiles as she steps off the bed. His hands spread his ass open. She shakes her head – this is weird – he’s already completely… completely fucked. Making himself available, wanting her. She grabs a bigger dildo. Shows him how. Rubs lube on it. Grabs his ankles and drags him to the edge of the bed.

Stomach on the bed

His knees on the floor, his stomach on the bed. She can’t resist. The large head of the dildo against his hole. It fits, she sees it, she feels it. She could disappear right inside him. He’s willing, relaxed, pliable, and she wants him. She waits a moment longer. She wants to let him get used to it, feel it, make him crave it. He craves it. Slowly, he pushes himself over the plastic head. His head tilts back as he feels it fit. It enters him, his body is taken just as a woman is taken. He wants to be taken by something big and strong, feels primal power surging within him, and surrenders to lust and togetherness. That’s how he is…

Her pace

She doesn’t let him control the situation. It’s not his pace but hers. Again she grabs him. An arm around his chest, her hand grips him firmly by the shoulder. She bends over him. Her other hand rests on the bed. Then she forces herself, pushing herself inside him. Stretches him, opens him more than he could on his own. She takes him, rams the thing into him, then glides in and out again gently. Conquers him, gives him desires he didn’t know, makes him so much more dependent on her than he can understand. And yes, she enjoys it.

She enjoys the whore in her bed, the pleaser, the adventures to come. She enjoys the fucking, finally being able to really fuck a man the way she desires. And she enjoys his openness, his willingness toward her. Her, the woman he adores.

Deep

Then she has to. She feels it. Deep inside her body. Her hand grips him tighter. Her arm presses his body against hers. And her legs tremble; she hears his moans. The cock deep inside him, far too deep inside him. Then she bites and she fucks. In and out, her teeth clamping down. His body seems to explode. The strange mixture of fleeing from the pain, giving in to pleasure. He can’t go anywhere because she has him pinned. Then she sits up. Places her hands on his shoulders. She fucks. In and out. Fast.

The pace her pussy craves to come. And when she comes, her back arches. She thrusts three more times deep, as if cum must go far into his womb. It must, the whore.

No energy left

She slaps him as she steps off him. He reacts half-heartedly. His body empty, no energy left. With a tug on the strap, the buckle comes undone. With a loud thud, the thing falls to the floor. Drops of cum fall from her pussy onto the floor. Then she walks around him, climbs onto the bed, and sits with her back against the headboard. She pulls her legs up, placing them wide apart on the mattress. When he looks up, he immediately sees her central spot. He doesn’t look; he’s still panting.

Perhaps very aware of what has just happened to him. Yes, then he looks. Her finger points to one of the toys on the bed. It isn’t even the biggest plug. He looks up, nods, grabs it, and pushes it where she was just so gloriously present. Then she beckons him. He sees her, there. Her fingers grip his hair. Forcing him. She hears him breathing in and out, barely getting any air. The sound excites her. She pushes him deeper, closer, tilts her pelvis, and thrusts.

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