Kinky Fuckery

I cannot recall where I heard the term "kinky fuckery," but I like it. I feel like it might have been 50 Shades, but maybe not. Either way, love that term.

So yesterday, Sir texted some instructions for me involving underwear and shoving things into my lady bits. I was already on my way to work, and so was unable to perform said tasks. I promised to immediately change when I got home and he continued to send me various orders throughout the day.

I arrived home and rushed upstairs to freshen up and change. He had laid out a pair of black, lacy underwear, a black push up bra, and black stockings. Thigh highs. Think Marie Antoinette, if she did porn. And he had set out a pair of pin-up heels. I am all but walking on my toes when I wear them. I put on the outfit, slipped in the Ben Wa ball and a medium butt plug, and came to meet Sir in the living room for my next instructions.

First, he spanked me over his knees with the new paddle for stopping to greet the dog on my way upstairs. He had told me to go straight up, no delays. After my ass was nice and red, he told me to suck him until he told me to stop. I decided to see how deep I could take him and he ended it quickly, since he was getting too excited. We went upstairs, where he told me that he was going to finish wherever he wanted on me or in me, and as long as it wasn't in my ass, I was to reach down and taste it afterward. Hot.

He banged my brains out, finishing himself quickly, then reached for my vibrator since I was a good girl and tasted his cum like he told me to. I don't know what it is about that thing, but its like being electrocuted. Three agonizingly amazing orgasms later, I was a puddle of goo on the bed, and my ass muscles still hurt from tensing up so much before the release.

After I had cleaned myself up, he told me to wear the outfit for the rest of the night, nothing else. So I cooked dinner in my undergarments and stockings, plus my fuck me heels. And fuck me he did.

Always His,
HLA