A New Toy

After a lazy morning fuck that finished in the shower where she sucked him to climax, he got dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast while she dried her hair. He hadn't told her to get ready for anything, so she didn't bother with make up or her hairstyle. She pulled on a maroon lacy thong and matching bra, followed by soft yoga pants that could pass for slacks in a pinch, and a loose cropped tee. She descended the stairs and rounded the corner to the kitchen, seeing that her Sir had already begun eating. She looked to the stove and away, not sure why he hadn't waited for her to be done, or make her anything too, apparently. Walking a little closer, she saw in her seat a slice of toast and a cup of coffee waiting in her usual seat.

She padded through the kitchen to the dining table and sat down with a wince. Her ass was still feeling the sting from last night's flogging. It was expected. It's not a good punishment if you don't remember it later. From experience, she knew the sting would slowly leave throughout the day, provided she didn't misbehave again. But by evening she'd be right as rain.

Knowing not to question him about it, she took a slow sip of coffee (black, also different than usual) and held the cup in her hands as she looked at him across the table. He looked back, his face not giving anything away. She took another sip and set down the mug, then took a bite of toast. As she was chewing, he finally spoke.

"I plan on using your ass tonight, so you'll need to prep for it."

Understanding flooded through her. She had done this before, many times, in fact. But it was always done before she arrived at his house.

"I don't have everything here that I need to prep with," she stated.

"I bought the enema and your tea earlier this week. The tea is in the cupboard, the enema is under the sink," he informed her.

"Ah. Thank you, sir. Is that why we don't have any plans today?" She asked.

"Yep. I still will be using your pussy throughout the day though," he warned.

She smirked at him. "I expect nothing less."

The rest of the day was quiet, in general. The highlight was a game of edge poker. The loser of 3 rounds of poker was punished by being taken to the tip of climax before stopping and resuming the card game. Her poker face was not nearly as good as his, and more often than not he called her bluffs. When he decided to end the game and let them both come, she wasn't sure she hadn't blacked out for a minute with the ferocity of her orgasm. His climax had knocked his knees out from under him, and he had had to sit down immediately after to ease the shaking in his legs and catch his breath. It was a dangerous game. But, oh so delicious.

They had decided during the day together than he would go out to buy take out for his dinner. When he left, she would be able to do her prepping and they would enjoy "dinner" together and move into the evening activity from there.

And so they did. They followed their usual evening meal routine - she got him 2 fingers of whiskey and handed it to him, going back to get herself a glass of water when he requested she pour herself a glass of wine.

She paused momentarily. He didn't usually have her drink when her stomach was empty like this.

"Is there a problem?" He questioned.

"No, sir," she replied hesitantly.

"I want to try something new and I think it'll be pretty intense. I thought some liquid courage might be in order. It should be fun for both of us, but I don't want you to second-guess it. What's your safeword?"

She stared at him wide-eyed for a moment before she shook her head as though shaking off the shock. "Bubblegum," she answered him.

"Good girl," he replied, and she squeezed her thighs slightly as she felt the heat that rushed south at his praise. She poured a generous glass of wine for herself and together with the water she already had, joined him at the table.

Again, conversation came easily and he took his time eating, letting her pour herself another allotment of wine. "Ummm, how drunk do you want me to be?" she asked. "I got a buzz going, but I'm feeling a little sloshy with all the fluids today."

"I definitely don't want you fully sloshed -hah! Get it?- (she struggled to hold back the eye roll at that one) but somewhere between tipsy and sloshed would be perfect," he responded.

"I think I need to be a little more, mmmm, aggressive about getting to that point than wine, please," she told him. She wasn't asking, because this was part of his previous directions of drunkenness, but allowing him a chance to decline her plan. He didn't say a word, but watched as she moved about the kitchen, selecting a slightly larger than average shot glass. "It's too bad you don't have any limes. It feels like a tequila night. But limes are key for tequila shots," she said as she opened up his liquor cupboard. She selected the rum and poured herself the shot. Holding it out just a little, she walked back to him and held it out. Knowing what she wanted, he held out the cup of whiskey he'd been slowly imbibing and tapped it against her shot.

"Still," she said as the cups clinked. "A shot of rum is always fun. Cheers, sir!" And she poured it into her mouth and swallowed, hissing a little as she let out a breath. "Burns so good," she said.

He had himself taken a large swallow of whiskey at the shared "cheers", now ready to meet her with a mild buzz to her drunk. Drunk sex was just fun.

She took the garbage from his takeout and threw it away leaving the glassware out. He held out his now empty whiskey to her.

"More?" she asked.

"A little," he responded.

She spilled in just less than a finger and passed it back to him.

"Anything you need before we get started?" he asked.

She cocked her head to the side just slightly, and smirked. She walked directly towards him, a woman with a purpose. His eyes opened wide with surprise when she threw one leg across his lap to sit astride him. She put her hands on either side of his jaw and pulled his mouth to hers. The kiss was demanding, full of tongues and the mixing flavors of whiskey and rum surprisingly nice combined with their personal flavors.

She pulled away first, hopping off his lap and back a big step, wobbling just slightly. "I have definitely hit tipsy," she laughed.

He smiled. She was cute when she was drunk. "How about maybe a little more, but only about 1/3 of that shot?" he suggested.

"Yes! On it!" she rushed to the liquor and got her generous 1/3 (closer to half, really) and downed it. "Let's do this! But I need to pee first," she said.

He shook his head, but this was expected. "I'll be in the living room when you're done," he said. As soon as she moved away, he went to the garage and pulled out the sawhorse he'd made, complete with a cushion on top. He hefted it into the living room and set it up, getting the zip ties ready to be tightened around the sawhorse legs once her limbs were in them. He heard her coming back and so he turned and sat on the cushion to wait."

She wobbled slightly coming into the room, and announced, "I'm pretty sure I'm exactly the right drunk. Probably," she giggled.

"Yep. I think so," he agreed, reaching out to snag her wrist as soon as she was close enough, pulling her in and quickly removing her shirt. He only admired the way the bra teased at showing her nipples for a second before again quickly undoing the clasps and tossing her clothes onto the couch.

"Should I be naked?" she wondered out loud. Then, "Whoa what are you sitting on? Is that for me or you?"

He approved her choice of pants for the day because once he had pulled them over the curve of her ass, they dropped to the floor with no more effort. "Yes, you need to be naked. And this is going to be for both of us, but you're going to be the one really using it," he answered. "I want you to strap yourself in the ties on the legs. Legs first!" he reminded her when she immediately leaned over trying to fit her hands in first.

She moved to her legs, first the right zipped in tight, then the left, spreading her legs wide to be able to accommodate the distance. He groaned softly at the sight in front of him. Her pussy was just starting to be shiny with her juices, her butt plug impossible to ignore. He noted with satisfaction that the sawhorse was a good fit and she seemed solid and supported as she zipped up her left hand and then put her hand into the last one but unable to pull the tie tight with only one hand.

He moved around to the side of the sawhorse where her head now hung down, and bent to tighten it for her. He noted with some disappointment that he didn't think about her needing a little more range of motion for him to be able to fuck her mouth. With her hands so low, she was entirely folded in half. He made a mental not to make an adjustment to it as soon as he could so she could lift herself high enough to blow him. Next time. Something to look forward too.

He put his hand on her mid-back and then slid it down, or up rather, to her ass as he moved back around to stand behind her. He stood back to admire the view one more time, this time watching her watching him from upside down.

"I fucking love your ass, babe," he groaned out. He moved forward to put both hands on said ass. Then he smacked each side, just enough to make the globes of her cheeks jiggle. Enough to surprise and be fun, not to punish. She squealed a short surprised yelp with each smack.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue up her slit, starting with the clit and ending right at the butt plug. She gave a soft moan of appreciation. While he'd been hard as soon as he took in her full ass and pussy on display, her moan and sweet juices made him impossibly tighter. "Who are you?" he demanded with another quick spank.

"Ah! I'm a nasty little whore," she cried.

"And who do you belong to?" he demanded again, with another smack to the other cheek.

"Ah! Yours. I'm your nasty, dirty whore, Sir."

"I think I'm going to love this thing the next time you think you can get away with being a brat," he decided.

Her thigh muscles clenched like they were trying to come together at that statement. "Ooh someone wants to be punished just as much as I wanna punish her," he teased.

"Maybe?" but her breathless response was all he needed.

He took off his own clothes and they joined hers on the couch. He ran his hands up the curve of her hips and back down around to swipe at her cunt, now all but dripping from her. He moved his hand down to her mouth, his fingers glistening with her arousal.

"Taste how sweet you are," he demanded. She opened her mouth and he shoved the two fingers in while he felt her tongue swirl around and in between his two fingers. "Good girl," he praised and she whimpered.

He pulled his wet finger back to her hips, taking both hips in his hands. "I told you this was going to be intense. I am going to fuck both your holes tonight. And you are going to take it like a good little slut for as long as I want to go. If you your limit, what's your safeword?"

"Bubblegum, sir," she responded. "Aahh!" She shrieked in surprise as he thrust his aching cock into her silky wet pussy that seemed to grab onto his cock, and he groaned at the tightness.

"Your pussy takes my cock so good," he crooned at her, slowly withdrawing and then slamming back inside her. He repeated this, savoring the feel of her around his dick as well as the surprised cries from her when he slammed home each time.

With the next hard thrust, he stopped and stayed inside her up to the hilt. He reached down to the end table by the couch and grabbed the lube that lived there during their weekends. He dribbled some down her ass crack, and slowly pulled the buttplug partway, dribbling more lube on the plug and pushing it inside her back hole.

"Ohmigod that feels amazing," she groaned out. He grunted his agreement, loving the feel of it on his dick from the plug slowly fucking her ass.

Seemingly satisfied with the loosened opening and how slippery it was, he pulled the plug all the way out and dropped it to the floor. He pulled out of her soaking cunt and pushed into her ass.

With the sight of his cock disappearing into her combined with the feel of it squeezing him, he groaned again in appreciation. "Fuck. Your ass takes me so good," he said.

"Ohmigod, sir. Your whore loves your cock in her ass. Ah!" She finished with a squeal when he spanked her as he slowly withdrew again. He pounded back in, hard and fast as she screamed and then he really turned it on, setting a punishing rhythm, her taking his entire length each time. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Please don't stop please don't stop!"

And so of course he stopped. "Wait, no please! Sir please!" she begged.

"It seemed like you were getting a little too close," he scolded. "Plus..." he trailed off as he withdrew completely and moved back to her juicy cunt, slamming into her as she gasped in surprise. "It's time we started really having fun," he continued as though he hadn't paused. He set the rhythm steady. Then he pulled out and switched to the so-called taboo hole and set up his thrusting to a regular pace.

She moaned at the hole switch. "I love how you fuck your slut's holes. It's soo good."

She was getting tighter faster, he noticed as he swapped holes again. He wanted to edge her for as long as he could keep pumping, but she hadn't given him a single thing to punish her over, and god only knew she would sometime. He moved back to her pussy and sped up, hammering into her, letting her build to orgasm. "Oh god yes! Yes please yes! You fuck me so good yes! YES!" she shrieked as she came, getting impossibly tight around his cock, trying to milk it but he kept fucking her through her orgasm, drawing it out till he could feel her body shaking with the exertion of having every muscle clenched so tightly for so long. He loved to see how long she could go for.

"Puhhhleeaase Sir," she groaned out but this time begging him to let her relax. He slowed his hips and almost immediately saw her start to loosen up again. She thanked him as she let out a small sigh.

"Not done yet." He pulled out and switched to her ass once more, same punishing speed. She let out a sound that was part groan, part moan. He pulled out. But instead of switching to her pussy, he went back into her ass.

"Oh!" She gave a small cry of surprise. He pulled out again... and back to her ass. He figured she was anticipating the ass now, so he switched it up and moved to her pussy.

He kept it up, not following any set pattern, sometimes giving a single thrust before switching holes. Her moans were starting to build again. He could feel his control taking more of his concentration as her pussy got slowly tighter. "You really are a dirty, dirty slut, taking me in both holes like this," he said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, your slut is SO dirty cuz I fucking love it!" she called out on a laugh that quickly turned to a moan. "Oh god, I think I'm going to come again!" she groaned out, honestly not sure if she wanted to come again, not sure she'd live through another intense climax so soon after the last.

"Don't you fucking dare come yet, you fucking whore. You hold it back!" he grunted out to her.

"Sir, oh god, I can't. I.. Ahhhhh!" she started with a scream that faded into a moan as her orgasm claimed her.

"Goddammit! You better squeeze my cock so good," he growled at her as he pushed into her still tight cunt and after several more pumps he came with a grunt, the squeeze of her inner muscles milking the cum from his cock, extending his climax while her climax rebuilt with the feel of his cum spurting deep inside her, leading them to their orgasms extending the other's equally. He finished, sliding out as his body loosened up, her body giving aftershock twitches. He admired his cum that he could see trying to leave her, but gravity holding it in her.

"Truly my little cum bucket," he chuckled. He turned and went into the kitchen where he cleaned off first himself, then wet a washcloth, and grabbed the scissors to cut her free and walked back to her. He cut her arms free first, helping her stand up again as the blood rushed back to the rest of her body. He could have cleaned her up while she was bent over, sure, but yep! There it was. His cum started sliding down her legs, and she couldn't squeeze her legs to stop the fucking hot mess dripping.

"Let's see how much of that you can keep from going to waste," he gestured to her legs with his chin. He moved to set the scissors on the end table. She smirked and bent down, swiping the edge of her hand up her leg, smearing into her pussy with their combined fluids, then dropped to the other leg with the same hand but other edge, back up and back pulling from their combined mess. She lifted her hand to show off what she had collected, and stuck out her tongue to follow the same pattern on her hand as she'd followed on her legs.

Fuck that was hot. He felt his cock twitch to life as he watched. She noticed, and looked down at him with a wicked look in her eye, and she fucked her own mouth with her fingers as she cleaned them both off her hand. He was nowhere bear ready to go again, but damned if he wasn't sporting a half chub as she finished. "Yum," she smirked.

"Show me," he ordered. She opened her mouth, proving she hadn't wasted anything she got her hand on. He put a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to him, his mouth meeting hers in demand, and she melted into it, her tongue meeting his as his roamed around her mouth, tasting them both through her. "Mmm, yum indeed," he confirmed. He pushed her back down over the sawhorse cushion, this time taking the washcloth and wiping over her bottom, front to back, cleaning her up firmly but gently.

When he was satisfied, he put the washcloth on the end table, grabbed the scissors, and cut her leg ties, freeing her completely. She stood up on her own, wincing slightly as she flexed and stretched her ankles. "That was as intense as advertised," she told him with a satisfied smile warming her face.

He reached out for her, pulling her to him as he stepped back and brought her down with him as he sat on the couch, manuevering her to sit on his lap, both still naked. He leaned back, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around her as she snuggled in, wiggling her hips as she ground into a comfortable position. He made a noise low in his throat when it became clear she was no longer wiggling for a position. She stopped immediately, but did relax into him.

Without moving or even opening his eyes, he said, "You're already planning on earning a punishment with that thing, aren't you?"

His lips curved up into a grin when she replied with a happy, "Yep!"