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1/14/2024 7:11 am

The Challenge (Erotica)

Because the moderators apparently think this post contains “hate” language or behavior, let me be clear. This is a description of a fun consensual sexual encounter between two fully-consenting adults. The derogatory words in this story are not “hate” language but terms endearment and all in good fun.

One more entry in my little trilogy 😉. Best to read the other two first. Thanks for the nice comments and messages!

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Time passes in waves. Bringing moments of pure sensation and unusual clarity. The grip of the bonds around my wrists and ankles. The bite of the cool air kissing my skin. The tightness of your dried cum across my body. I notice the sounds of car doors opening and closing, someone’s barking, a siren in the distance. The world continuing on, time progressing, oblivious to the naked woman lying open and helpless on her bed.

And just as surely my mind travels into distant corners. Fantasies of you returning and using me. Filling me with your cock as I’m blindfolded and tied down to the bed. Fantasies of you coming in and doing nothing at all. Staring down at me, taking me in, enjoying the moment full of infinite possibilities.

Then in comes the memory of that first night, the black dress. Kneeling on the ground as you used my mouth for the first time. What is it about your hand gripping my hair, that combination of affection and cruelty, that makes my body a slave to yours? That compels me to be everything and nothing for you all at once?

“Do you remember where the bedroom is?”

Do I remember the only place you ever fucked me before? Is that a serious question? “Yes, Sir.”

“Walk there. Wait for me on the bed.” I acknowledge the command and lift myself up from my knees. My legs are weak, and I wobble a bit on my torturous high heels. I open my mouth to ask if I can take them off, but you shake your head before I can utter the words.

I make my way to your bedroom. I can tell you are watching me, and I try to be as graceful as possible. Somehow I make it to your bedroom without falling on my face. I sit on the edge of the large four-poster bed.

How does one “wait” on a bed? Sit obediently? Lay back provocatively? What would you do if you walked in and I was just masturbating on your bed? Probably nothing good, but then again weren’t your directions clearly inadequate?

You walk into the room like you do everything else, like it’s exactly what you should be doing. Like someone who has never sat around wondering how best to position yourself on a bed to seem confident and appealing.

You open a drawer and start placing things onto the bed. A glass dildo. Anal plugs in various sizes. Nipple clamps. Clothes pins. A ball gag. Some rope. It just keeps going until there’s a nice little pile next to me. When you appear satisfied, you turn to me as if noticing me for the first time.

“Alright, beautiful. You want me to fuck you, yes?”

I stare at you. Does the sun rise and set every day? Did the Titanic hit an iceberg?

“Well?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now convince me. Impress me with what a good, hot little fuck you would be.” You turn and walk to your favorite chair across from the bed. You sit down, cross your legs, and do absolutely nothing.

My heart drops into my stomach. I just stare at you. You can’t be serious. Spank me, abuse me, fuck me whatever way you want, order me to do something. But put on a show for you? I’m not the kind of girl who knows how to put on a show. I can barely walk in these high heals.

“Sir… wouldn’t it be better if you just told me what you want?”

“No.”

“But what if you don’t like it? Or it looks terrible or something?”

You smile at me and shake your head. After a moment. “Anything’s possible. Well, except you getting fucked without doing what you’re told.”

You are clearly loving my discomfort. Part of me wants to smack you in the face. The other and far greater part of me just wants you to fuck me as quickly and as hard as humanly possible. My wetness is all over your bedsheet. I’ve never been more aroused in my life, and this demand has made me even more so.

And then the back and forth in my mind settles on a single thought. This is a test, a challenge. I don’t back down from a challenge. And then, just like that, I leap from the cliff and everything changes.

I kneel up on the bed facing you, my legs apart. I stare straight at you with the force of my longing for you. I let you see the wetness covering my pussy and my thighs.

I lift my arms and draw my hands slowly along my neck. I imagine that they are your hands. Your fingers closing around my neck, you holding me there for your pleasure. I run my hands down to my breasts. I cup them, lift them, run my thumbs across my hard nipples. My eyes close, and I moan as the pleasure shoots straight down to my pussy. I grab my nipples hard, pull and twist them like I wish you would do, my pelvis thrusting forward without conscious thought. And then I open my eyes and look at you, and I realize that I have no reason to fear.

I take the nipple clamps from your taunting little pile and affix them to my nipples. The stinging pain quickly recedes and melds together with my arousal, the numbness compounding my hunger like timber feeds a flame. I grab a butt plug and lube from the pile. You love the idea of fucking me in the ass? You’ll love this. I lube up the plug and turn around. I bend over on my knees, giving you a clear view of my ass and my dripping wet pussy. I gently work the plug into my ass, pushing back and inviting it in. A final bit of pressure and it settles itself. I moan and briefly fall forward onto my arms.

You make a noise, and I look back at you. You are still sitting in that chair, just watching me. An overwhelming desire comes over me to make you literally cum in your pants, despite how utterly self-defeating that would be.

I smile at you. I can feel the shift, and I know you can too. I’m in control, somehow, while still within this submissive state. How utterly fascinating.

I take the glass dildo from the pile. With its beautiful ridged spiral and perfect curve, it could easily make me cum. I stare at you and draw my tongue from base to tip. I suck it into my mouth. I show it the love I want to show your cock. I can tell how aroused you are from here. The idea of you fighting your arousal is suddenly the most arousing thing ever.

I lean back, spread my legs and draw the dildo down across the lips of my wet pussy. Everything in me wants to press it inside me, but instead I only move it back and forth, and I watch as you grow more and more impatient. I smile as your hands close around the arms of your chair.

I lift the dildo up to my mouth, drawing it in one more time. I place it longways across my mouth and grip it between my teeth. I get down from the bed and onto my hands and knees. I crawl towards you - slowly, deliberately, my plugged ass moving from side to side in a completely planned and intentional way. I crawl between your feet, kneel up, and drop the dildo into your lap, onto your fully engorged cock.

For a moment, nothing happens. And then suddenly everything does, all at once.

Your hand grips my hair, pulling me up. I’m turned around and thrown facedown over the base of the bed. Your hand comes down hard on my already pummeled ass. I let out a noise that could have been a scream or a moan, but was probably both.

“You are one brave little bitch,” and for once there’s no humor in your voice.

There is something sarcastic on the tip of my tongue but luckily it’s stifled by your hand pressing my face into the mattress.

“Beg for it.”

“Please Sir, please fuck your wet, needy horny little slut.”

Another hard slap to my ass.

“What was the point of this exercise?”

“To get you hard?”

More hard slaps to my ass.

I scream. “Submission! Fuck.”

You turn me around, facing you, and kick my legs apart. Your left hand grips my neck, pressing me down into the mattress. Your right hand grabs hold of my pussy. I gasp as two of your fingers push inside me. I clench around you, my body leaning towards you as far as it will go. I think I might cum.

“Sir…”

“Shut up.”

You start moving your fingers in and out of me. I look at you desperately but you seem completely unconcerned. Then, finally.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You, Sir.” I moan again. So close. I’m overwhelmed with both the desire to cum and the fear of doing so without permission.

Then suddenly your fingers are gone. A moment of terror hits me until I realize you are unbuttoning your pants.

“Turn around.”

I obey. And then you are behind me, your hand forcing me down into the mattress, your cock pushing inside me. Finally. Exactly where you should be. You begin thrusting. Pure fucking ecstasy.

“Cum, bitch.” And I do. Again and again, as you take me from behind, and I cease to have any words at all.

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