She dominates me (BDSM/Christmas 2021)

When you are naked, she strides over and jerks your cock, making sure you are fully erect before you begin. She’s an expert at handjobs, so you’re entirely erect in a matter of seconds.

“Did you think I wouldn’t remember what you did,” Miranda locks her eyes on yours and kisses you on the lips, tugging on your cock to make you follow her to the center of the room? “You deserve this, you naughty boy.”

She takes the belt from your pants and bonds your wrists together, leaving a long tail to use as a leash. She suspends your hands above your head to a hook on the ceiling. She ruins your belt by making sure it’s strapped in, but you figure you can just buy another one. When you look down at her, you see there’s now a smile bent into a cat-like grin. “Well, let’s get started, shall we?”

Miranda flicks her wrist, and in one fluid motion, the tip of the riding crop whips down and painfully licks the head of your penis, making you lurch and gasp and erotic pain. You to reach down, but the leather texture of your belt keeps your hands above you.

For a few seconds, Miranda just watches you squirm. Then, finally, you breathe through your teeth and then close your eyes, regaining yourself. She looks pleased that you’ve recovered but then cracks the crop on your thighs so hard that you lurch again. The burning sensation is powerful, but for some reason, knowing it’s her that’s doing this to you only makes your cock even harder. Next, she flicks the riding crop upward and then downward, changing where she hits you and how she hits you.

Through an immense amount of pain, you can’t help but throb for her. Your skin burns, and your nerves throb with painful signals. You look at Miranda, who seems pretty amused now.

“You’re fucking nasty,” she purrs. “Look at you, rock hard and panting. I could listen to you all night. It makes me fucking wet, Warren.”

Miranda washes her eyes all over your body. “This is the best Christmas present I could have asked for!” She then circles you, whipping your ass, your back, the nape of your neck, and even between your knees, scary close to your balls.

When she gets to the front of you again, she tugs your belt to make sure none of the stress you’ve put on them has threatened the integrity of the knot. Miranda looks at you and smiles. “Good quality belt you have there. I hope every time you put that on, you remember when you let me whip and work you and that you got hard letting me do this.” She lets the riding crop lick your shaft across this time, making her lurch and gasp again. Your fingers stretch; they’re numb by now. It’s just the motion that you are familiar with.

She wipes her forehead with the back of her wrist and then huffs. “Naughty boys…Where would the world be without them?” Miranda stares at the red tip of your cock and then at you.

The ruby-red smile on her pale face shows you that even pretty women can be cruel, but you guess you kind of deserve this. She continues to walk circles, hitting you at random times. Sometimes soft, sometimes hard, sometimes she just tickles you. Other time you pauses in front of you and jerks your cock, edging you to the point of orgasm, and then stop.

You’re practically draining precum when you feel her whip slice across your thigh. The crackling sound that comes with the pain tells you that she’s never hit you this hard before. Your skin ripples upon impact, and you let out a groan. It feels like the world’s largest, most radioactive wasp just stung you. You curse, wide-eyed, while you lean to one side. Then, just as you are about to recover fully, she strikes the flat of your stomach and then again above your groan. The frequent hits make the world numb for a second, but when she hits your shaft, you lurch and moan loudly.

Miranda coos and watches your face as you make noises of mixed emotion. “Wow… You’re still hard after all this. I was just kind of roleplaying before, but this is actually turning me on. You really like this?” She plays with the whip and then pokes you with the tip before she disappears behind you.

She hums a song to herself, poking your back and ass with the riding crop. You can feel the levels of excitement subtly increase as you wait for her to do something. Then, as you predicted… You feel the leather sting of her toy crack against your back, crisscrossing in motions as she does it again and again, sometimes switching to your ass, alternating cheeks while you thrust and thrash and yelp. Finally, you feel something warm sliding down your back and realize she’d probably made you bleed.

Miranda returns to view and licks her lips. “Okay…I think that’s enough punishment for one night.”

She slaps you across your face and then throws the riding crop back in the bucket and strips out of the dress to get back in her uniform. “I trust you know how to get out of that and how to take care of your hard-on. I gotta get back to work upstairs. Don’t take long. Workers tend to come in and out of here this time of year.”

You swallow and look down, wondering how this got out of hand so quickly…