My Idea of Heaven

He wasn’t home yet, but I let myself in. I know him well enough by now that if I wasn’t naked and ready when he got home, there’d be hell to pay. So I came in, locked the door behind me – he’s such a stickler about locks. I know to undress as I walk to the basement; he loves it when he can find a trail of my clothes. As if a game trail became a kink for him. I make sure to drape my already damp panties on the basement doorknob, a special gift I came up with all on my own.

Before I go down the stairs I help myself to a beer from the fridge and sit on the counter for a minute as I enjoy the cold liquid on such a warm afternoon. My pussy is nice and shaved; putting the bottle between my legs feels so good on the bare skin. I shouldn’t keep it there long or I’ll be tempted to fuck myself before he gets home. That wouldn’t be nice, and he wouldn’t be happy with me. No, I must behave; no matter how much my pussy aches to be filled.

After I rinsed out the bottle and put in the recycle bin, I make my way down the stairs. I have to prep for him, as usual. The basement bathroom has such a sumptuous bathtub, I always regret not staying long enough to really take advantage of it. I perch myself on the edge of the tub, turning the hot water on. He likes me to bathe in cold water so my nipples are rock hard and I’m shivering for the sex driven heat from his cock inside me. Washing myself thoroughly, making sure I play with my clit to keep myself worked up.

My thoughts wander to thinking of his body, his delicious body. Just thinking of him standing in all his glory in front of me makes me rub myself harder. No, no I must not. He gets me as I should be, soaking wet, tight and beyond ready with no more help. I turn the water on cold, to dunk my body in, so I can finish up in time. So cold, my teeth chatter but it’s all for love. Yes, I love him. I’ve been his for 5 months now. Not a slave, not a pet, just his. But despite the deal at the start of this fantasy world of ours to keep it in the bedroom I fell in love with him. I have managed to keep it locked tight inside me, but I’m afraid it won’t stay that way very long. Oh well, worries are no more right now. He’ll be here any minute and I need to get ready.

In the open basement he has set up a makeshift bedroom, hidden behind Chinese rice paper screens. Our first night together I did a shadow strip tease behind the biggest one. I hadn’t even gotten my panties off my ankles before he’d come around the screen and bent me over the dresser to fuck me hard and vicious against the mirror. He had me then, and always now.

Off to the side of the king size bed there is my Seat. He made it for me after our first month passed. It sat against the wall, under the ceiling hook from which my wrist shackles hung. He attached leg props on each side – to spread me as wide as my legs could go as I sat open for him. I climbed into position, and reaching over my head, got myself in the cuffs. It had taken me weeks of failed attempts to be able to do it alone. I was so ready for him that a trickle of juice from my pussy started to flow. The Seat always had the effect on me. The night he showed it to me I was so eager to get in it he said I looked like a child on Christmas morning. I was ready, and waited.

I heard the door open upstairs, his footsteps following my clothes through the house and pausing at the top of the stairs. I knew he was enjoying my panties that I left for him, smelling my pussy on the delicate red lace. He descended the stairs and my heart was fluttering in my chest, anticipating the moment I could see his beautiful face. He rounded the corner from the bathroom and stood watching me.

Oh, God his lust shone from the deep green eyes that always hypnotized me. I could see the vein in his neck that stood out when he clenched his jaw, another sign of his desire for me. He had abandoned his sport coat somewhere upstairs and undone his tie. The crisp white shirt was undone, showing off his smooth muscled torso. I could feel the lust shining in my eyes match his. He strode over to me, ripping his belt from his pant loops, making me shiver knowing what he was going to do with it. He stopped directly in front of me, close enough for me to get a deep breath of his cologne.

“Good girl.” He whispered.

The belt went back behind him and into my open thighs.

SMACK

His hallmark hello, equal to the housewife’s kiss. My pussy throbbed from the strike and I moaned quietly, staring into his eyes and begging without saying a word.

“Mmm, you liked that didn’t you, you dirty slut.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK

I could feel my clit swelling in the overwhelming pleasure of being beaten. He always had that touch with his belt, one of my favorites. His aim was always true, center strike on my pussy. God, I can’t tell you how many orgasms I’ve had just from his beating my puss. I looked down at him, his cock was so visible through his pants it could just rip the fabric. His belt was covered in my pussy juices, and I licked my lips.

“Clean your mess off my belt.”

He thrust the end of the belt into my mouth, like a good girl I suckled the soft, warm leather and tasting myself. His fingers rubbed my pussy lips, telling me what a good girl I was. I moaned softly, and watched him lick his fingers. He then undid his pants and ripped them off. His cock so hard a shining pearl of precum sat on the tip, pointing straight at me. God, how I wanted it inside me.

“I’m going to rip you in two, little lady. You’ve been so good today, and I want to feel your pussy milking my cock when I make you cum. You want me?”

He stroked his cock in long, slow movements as I nodded.

“Please, please. I want you to. So badly.”

He came closer, stuffing his tie in my mouth as he thrust his cock so fast into me I slammed into the wall. I yelped though his tie, and he thrust so hard, so fast I couldn’t move my hips in any rhythm to keep up with him. My pussy gripped him hard as I came all over, dripping down my ass and onto the Seat. He kept going, picking up the pace so fast and violent that I lost feeling in my wrists from the pressure of the cuffs, totally helpless under him.

“Goddamn it, yes baby. Cum all over my cock. I want plenty on there for you to clean up afterward.”

My eyes rolled in the back of my head as pleasure took over my body. He continued to tear my pussy up, sending me into orgasm after orgasm until I lost count. His moans in my ear kept me on the edge, and I wanted to claw up his back to show how badly I wanted his cum in my mouth.

As if he read my thoughts he slammed into me one last time before withdrawing from inside me, ripping the tie from my mouth and wrenched my head forward. He popped his cock into my mouth and exploded down my throat. His warmth mixing with my sweet cum, I was a good girl and cleaned it all up.

He undid the cuffs and lifted me from the seat, laying me down next to him on the bed. Curling up behind me and wrapping me in his arms, he kissed me deeply.

“I love you.” He said to me.

I stared at him, not daring to believe he’d told me that. My heart on fire, I kissed his back hard.

“I love you too.”

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