Katrina and the Butcher

Katrina looked to the seat with unease. After all, it'd bring both **** and pleasure. From a distance, it looks like any ordinary chair, but it had a hole cut in the middle. A hole where a wand vibrator had been placed.

Then again, she came here for new experiences. That's what The Butcher offered. He paced back and forth with purpose, each step ringing in her ear. The towering man didn't utter a word and instead looked over the newcomer. She didn't hide her nerves, her doe-like eyes darting around the room as she pondered what she'd gotten herself into.

Eventually, he spoke. "Are you nervous?"

"Y-yes." Katrina says.

"Why?"

"I uh… I didn't know what to expect."

"You were to expect new experiences."

"Right. Yes. Yes I was."

Katrina could feel her heart pound away like a jackhammer. The Butcher gave no hints as to how he felt about her answers. In fact he was unnervingly stoic, like a drill sergeant about to berate a disobedient soldier.

"Strip." He said.

"Y-yes Butcher."

Katrina removed her office attire with haste, as if she wanted to get it over and done with. As if she wanted to get to the main event. The Butcher watched eagerly, taking in her petite body. Katrina may have been pushing forty, but she kept in shape that'd make any woman jealous. Underneath her clothes were a mismatched pair of bra and panties that were more practical than seductive. Katrina removed both with similar haste and once she was naked, she stood erect, presenting her body to The Butcher for inspection.

"Very good."

Katrina **** a smile. "Do you like what you see?"

"Take a seat."

Katrina nodded and walked towards the seat. As she neared the chair, The Butcher pulled it away. "You answer me when I tell you to do something. Do you understand?"

"Yes Butcher. Sorry Butcher."

"Do you want to sit in the chair?"

"Yes Butcher."

"Why?"

"I-I want to experience something new."

"Have you ever used a toy like this one?"

"Not like that one Butcher, but I do use toys."

"What is your favorite toy?"

"I have a clit sucker that I'm fond of… Butcher."

A pang of anxiety hit Katrina as she realized she nearly forgot to answer the Butcher properly.

"Do you like clitorial stimulation?"

"Yes Butcher."

"How often do you masturbate?"

"About three to four times a week, Butcher."

"And how often do you have sex?"

"Since my divorce I haven't had any. Butcher."

"When was your divorce?"

"Two months ago Butcher."

"Why haven't you had sex?"

"I-I guess I just haven't had the time, Butcher."

"But you have the time for me?"

"I do Butcher."

Katrina took a seat on the stool, her lovelips kissing the head of the wand. She took a deep breath as The Butcher circled him. Again, she wondered just what the hell she'd gotten herself into. In her pursuit of new sensations, she'd become a lamb to the slaughter, now at the mercy of a stranger she only knew do to a friend's recommendation.

"Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be Butcher."

"Yes or no."

"Yes Butcher."

He continued to circle around until he faced her. Katrina then watched as he retrieved a remote from his apron. Despite having the toy in hand, he continued to circle Katrina. Every step made her want to scream. It made her want to rip that damn remote out of his hand and turn the toy on. Of course, she knew such disobedience would only hurt her in the long run so she sat there and waited for him to bring the toy to life.

When he did, it felt like magic. The sensation pulsated throughout her body, causing her to let out a moan of pure ecstasy.

"Does that feel good?"

Katrina nods. "Yes Butcher."

"What do you say?"

"Th-thank you…"

The toy dies, reminding Katrina of her mistake.

"Thank you Butcher."

"I didn't ask you anything."

Katrina's eyes were filled with desperation. She'd been given a taste of what was to come, and she wanted more. She wanted it all. She wanted to do anything for the stranger looming over her as he toyed with the remote. With a mere press of a button the Butcher could bring Katrina back to the world of pleasure he'd just given her a taste of.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes Butcher."

Finally, he brings the wand back to life, it's magic causing Katrina to gasp once more. Her jaw drops before her lips form a smile. Despite the obvious pleasure on her face, The Butcher asks "Does that feel good?"

"Yes Butcher. Thank you."

"You're learning. Good."

The Butcher let the toy hum for a little longer. It was enough time for Katrina to get used to the sensation. She may have been new to the toy, but she could tell it was on a lower setting, if not its lowest. Another teasing promise of what's surely to come if she can behave. To her dismay, The Butcher turns the wand off, causing her to sigh. She couldn't help but wonder what she did this time? Did she not sound sincere? Is she being too loud? Is she being too quiet? Questions flood her mind as the Butcher circles her once more.

"Do you know I have a rule?"

"What is the rule Butcher?"

"That you can only cum when I say so."

"Yes Bu-"

He turns the toy on, interrupting Katrina.

"Yes Butcher." She says frantically, hoping to appease her tormentor.

"Good girl."

The Butcher upped the setting. It was a pyrrhic victory for Katrina, who knew that no matter how good it felt, that she was still a long way from receiving the climax she can't stop thinking about. The new sensation that'd have her releasing all that pent up pleasure. In spite of her tirade of passionate cries, the Butcher remains stoic, as if it didn't affect or arouse him.

Katrina could feel herself building towards an orgasm. Her limbs tensed up as her fingers gripped the edge of the stool, her knuckles turning white. She did her best to hide the fact she was close to experiencing orgasmic nirvana. That is until The Butcher turns the wand off, causing Katrina to sigh in frustration.

"Do you remember my rule?"

"Yes Butcher."

"What is the rule?"

"That I can only cum when you allow me to, Butcher."

"Very good."

She looks up to The Butcher, who began to remove his clothes. Unlike Katrina, he was in no rush to undress. In fact, she was certain that he enjoyed making her watch and wait. First to go was his apron, revealing the sizable bulge in his pants. Despite his seeming indifference, the Butcher was clearly aroused by what he had just witnessed. He proceeded to peel off his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. Instinctively, her eyes look to The Butcher's belt, waiting for him to unbuckle it. To her dismay, he crouches down and proceeds to untie his bootlaces. Katrina curses under her breath, causing the Butcher to give her a scolding look. In response, she remains silent as he removes his left boot. Ever the tease, The Butcher seemed to take even longer to remove his right boot.

With only his pants remaining, The Butcher stood up and reached for his belt buckle. Katrina's eyes glowed with anticipation, wondering what exactly he was about to reveal. To her surprise, The Butcher wasted no more time and pulled his pants down with a swift motion, freeing his throbbing erection. His cock was thick and lengthy, much more than her exes. Once The Butcher completely removed his pants, he stood up and looked down at his submissive.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Yes Butcher."

"Show me how much you appreciate me."

"Yes Butcher."

Katrina started by rubbing The Butcher's thighs. It was the sort of thing she read online in an attempt to spice up her now failed marriage. As she continued to massage The Butcher, Katrina sat up and wrapped her lips around his ballsack. As her tongue danced around his orbs, Katrina wondered what exactly The Butcher wanted from her. Did he want to be teased? Or was he hoping that she'd unleash her desperation on him.

The Butcher didn't say any words, but his pleasured purrs spoke plenty for him. Katrina's tongue then dragged up The Butcher's sack and then along the length of his shaft. Eventually, she arrived at his tip, which she sealed her lips around. As she swirled her tongue around and around his cockhead, she stroked his thick shaft with increased vigor. She could just imagine how such a sizeable cock would feel inside of her, especially with such a specimen behind it to put it to work.

Realising she'd have to take things a step further, Katrina proceeded to plunge down his length, swallowing about a half of his length before she began bobbing her head back and forth. The sounds of her sucking and slurping on his member filled the room. As she continued to suck him off, she wondered what more she'd have to do to impress him. Of course, there was only one thing left for her to do, so she let go of his shaft, allowing her to attempt to swallow as much of his length as she possibly could.

As Katrina plunged down further, she found herself struggling with his length. It's not long before she found her limit, causing her to gag. Immediately, she retracted her head before swallowing as much of the Butcher's cock as she could. Her head bobbed back and forth at a manic pace. It was a pace she hoped desperately would bring The Butcher's approval.

"Stop." The Butcher says, his voice stoic and monotone, as if Katrina hadn't just spent the last few minutes trying to pleasure her.

Katrina pulled her head back, her lips leaving with an audible pop. Her eyes were still watery and drool coated her lips and chin. She looked up to The Butcher, who for once had a hint of a smile on his face.

"I'm impressed."

The words took Katrina by surprise and brought a smile to her face. "Thank you Butcher."

"Are you still wet for me?"

"Yes Butcher."

"Stand up for me."

Once again, Katrina does as she was told as she questioned what more she could do for the man standing in front of her. Rather than say anything, The Butcher reached between Katrina's legs, his finger rubbing between her lovelips, to which she can't help but purr.

"Looks like you're telling the truth."

"O-of course Butcher."

"Are you ready to cum?"

"Yes Butcher."

"You sound **** to cum."

"I am Butcher."

"You've been very good today."

Katrina remained silent, unsure how to answer. Especially with how close she may just be to the release she craved.

"I want you to bend over."

"Yes Butcher."

Katrina did as she was told, turning towards the stool and bending over. She braced her hands on the stool and looked down at the wand vibrator, wondering how much longer it would be until she experienced its pulsations once more. That's when she felt The Butcher's cock prod at the lips of her entrance.

"Do you want me or the toy?"

Katrina wasn't sure if she was being tested again, she concluded that honesty had gotten her this far.

"The toy, Butcher."

"Do you not think that is a bit selfish?"

"It is, Butcher, but it's what I want."

"It's brave to be honest in your position. Very well. Sit down on the stool."

"Thank you Butcher."

Katrina took her seat back on the stool, her lovelips kissing the wand vibrator once more. She then watched as The Butcher grabbed the remote. With a press of the button, he brought the toy back to life, which in turn sent shockwaves throughout Katrina's body. Even on its lowest setting, the vibrator had her gripping the seat tightly.

"What do you say?" The Butcher asked.

"Thank you… Thank you Butcher."

"Good girl."

He upped the setting, causing Katrina's jaw to drop. Truth be told, she had no idea if he'd let her finally achieve orgasm. At this point, all she could do was hope for the best. As the toy continued to hum along, The Butcher began stroking his cock. The sight barely registered to Katrina, who was too lost in her own bliss to care.

Katrina could feel herself building towards an orgasm. Her limbs tensed up as her fingers gripped the edge of the stool, her knuckles turning white. She did her best to hide the fact she was close to experiencing orgasmic nirvana. That is until The Butcher asked

"Are you ready to cum?"

"YEEEEEEEEEEES!" Katrina cried, right as the sensation hit. Her body quivered uncontrollably as the orgasm that had alluded her had finally arrived. The Butcher watched with glee as his submissive indulged in orgasmic bliss. His strokes grew more vigorous as he found himself eager to join her in climax.

When Katrina finally came down from her orgasmic high, she looked to The Butcher, who was still stroking his cock. She took a moment to catch her breath, before asking "Do you want me to help, Butcher?"

"If you wish."

Katrina went down to her knees and immediately sealed her lips around The Butcher's tip. Upon lashing her tongue against his tip, she got a taste of his precum. Rather than waste time teasing, Katrina bobbed her head back and forth at a manic pace. It was a pace that soon overwhelmed The Butcher, who's shaft pulsated against Katrina's tongue. She pulled her head back and began stroking his spit-soaked shaft, which soon erupted and sprayed her face from hairline to chin line with ropes of cum.

Once she was certain she'd satisfied The Butcher, Katrina looked up to him and said "Was that good Butcher?"

"Very good."

"I liked it too Butcher."

"Then I suppose we'll have to do this again?"

"I'd love that, Butcher."

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