I was driving home after a day’s shopping when my mobile rang. As I had my blue tooth on I just answered without seeing who it was.

“Hello”, it was him. I felt excitement at the sound of his voice.
“What have you been doing today?” It was a simple enough question, one that any friend might ask, but from him it had a more sinister tone.
I didn’t want him to know that I had spent the entire day shopping with friends, apart from a long lazy lunch.
“I met some friends for lunch and we did a bit of shopping” I said. “I’m just on my way home now”
“I hope you haven’t been spending too much money?”
“No, no, not much at all, just a few essentials”
“Did you buy anything nice?”
I knew what he meant by that particular question.
“I bought five new pairs of panties” I told him
“Mmmm” he said “When you get home I want you to put on each pair in turn and take a picture and send it to me”

The idea of doing that was exciting, “Yes Sir, as soon as I get home”
“Do not wear anything but the panties”, he rang off.

He was always very specific with his orders, and if I deviated at all then I would be punished.

I couldn’t wait to get home. I wanted to try the panties on anyway. They looked luxurious and expensive and had been on sale in La Senza, which was why I treated myself, and him, to 5 pairs.

I pulled into my driveway, retrieved my bags from the boot and rushed into the house. Once inside I went straight upstairs to the bedroom, and quickly stripped off my clothes.

I opened the little La Senza bag, now which pair to choose first.
I chose a yellow, cotton pair. They were the most practical and least sexy of the 5 pairs, but they were still pretty with 3 pink bows on the front. I slipped them on and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I wished I could put on a bra so my breasts weren’t just hanging there. I have very large breasts and they do need the support of a good bra. But he had been very specific with his instructions.

I picked up my phone and took a picture of myself reflected in the mirror. These camera phones are very handy for these situations.

Happy with the picture, I quickly sent it in a message to him.

Next pair. I chose the pink spotty pair, with frills on the legs. Very cute, probably not that sexy. As I put them on I realised they were very sheer and flimsy. I touched my pussy lips through them. Mmmm that felt nice. I like to be touched through different types of fabric.

I took the next picture, and sent it to him.

Pair number 3. These were my favourite in the shop, and they felt lovely as I slipped them on. Sheer and black at the back. The sides were rouched satin which felt gorgeous as I rubbed my hands across my hips. The front panel was pink with black lace over the top and covered in sequins and with two pink bows at the waistband. Theses really were gorgeous; they looked and felt very expensive.

I ran my hands across my hips and up across my breasts, my nipples hardened at my touch and I pinched them gently. I lay down on the bed, parted my legs and stroked myself through the lacy panel. My clit was starting to swell and I pressed my fingers against it. I was feeling pretty horny by now so I slipped my hand inside my panties

My mobile rang, making me snatch my hand away. I knew instantly it was him.

“I hope you’re not being a naughty girl.”
My pussy flooded with juices at those words.
I stammered to reply, my cheeks flushed. I felt like a naughty schoolgirl.
No Sir, I’m sorry Sir, I just got a bit distracted”
“I hope you’re not lying to me. I know what a horny little bitch you are. You can’t keep your hands out of your panties can you?”
“I’m sorry Sir. I really am. It’s just that trying on these new panties and taking the pictures was turning me on.”
“Now listen to me very carefully. You are NOT to touch yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, I understand”
“I will visit you tomorrow afternoon, and you are not to touch yourself sexually in any way before then. When I arrive I will decide if you have been a good girl and deserve to be touched. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir, crystal clear”
“Good girl. Now hurry up and take the rest of the pictures for me. I need to decide which pair you will wear for me tomorrow.”

He was gone. I loved it when he called me Good Girl, but I also loved it when he called me Naughty Girl!!

I quickly took the remaining 3 pictures and sent them to him. I was very careful not to touch myself and after I had taken the last picture I put on my flannel pyjamas and snuggly dressing gown. I didn’t want to feel sexy in any way. I still felt horny but I was going to have to try to ignore it.

I busied myself making dinner and ate it on my lap in front of the TV. There was nothing interesting on and I found my mind wandering again. He hadn’t texted or called again since I sent the last picture and I wondered what time tomorrow he would visit. He had said afternoon, so at least I knew I had the morning to prepare. I should get an early night but I needed to be more tired or I would never be able to get to sleep and the urge to play would be hard to resist.

What could I do to occupy myself? I started to tidy the kitchen, then when that was done, I moved to my bedroom. I put away the rest of my shopping, and tidied away the bags. I put my jewellery away and stacked the books neatly on the shelf.  I was tired now, but not sure if I was tired enough. I went back downstairs and made a milky drink. I fancied a glass of wine but that would definitely make me hornier. The trouble was, I usually liked to have at least one orgasm a day and I hadn’t had one today. Now it was forbidden and of course it was all I could think about.

I checked the front door was locked, and went upstairs to bed with my drink. I got into bed and opened my book. Luckily it wasn’t a racy read so I should be ok. After about half an hour my eyes were droopy and I decided to call it a night. I put down my book, switched off my phone, disappointed that I haven’t had anymore texts from him, turned off the light and went straight to sleep.

In the middle of the night I woke up to find that I was stroking my clit, fingers wet from my juices. I don’t know what I’d been dreaming but I was hugely aroused. I knew all it would take was a couple more strokes and I would cum. He would never know, would he?

I could do it. It was only a few more hours and I knew the rewards would be worth it. I knew he would be good to me if I was a good girl.

I tossed and turned for the rest of night, slept in fits and starts, until at last it was time to get up. I put the kettle on for a cup of tea and switched d on my mobile. A text came through straight away.

I want you to wear the black and pink panties. Pair number 3. Have you been a good girl?

Yes Sir, I texted back. It was hard but I was good Sir

Good girl. I will be with you at 1pm.

It was only 9 am, but my excitement and nerves were growing. I made my tea and some toast and sat at the table reading the paper while I had my breakfast. It was hard to concentrate; I was so looking forward to his arrival. We hadn’t seen each other for several weeks and I missed him terribly.

I decided to take a long bath. I put the radio on and tried to lose myself in the music. Unfortunately being naked was not a good distraction. I looked at my erect nipples, my breasts buoyed by the water. I squeezed the shower gel over them and rubbed my hands across their fullness. My hands glided easily in the soap and I pinched my nipples between my thumb and finger. I looked down at my pussy, totally smooth except for a little strip of hair. My hand instinctively went down there and I stroked my lips. I love it when I’m this smooth. I love the feel of his tongue there. I could feel myself getting wetter and I slid a finger into the folds. A totally different wetness from the water; silky, and smooth. I rubbed my hard clit. This was ok, wasn’t it? I wasn’t going to come, just a little stroke. He wouldn’t know.

I’d better stop, it would be too easy to make myself come, and then I’d be punished.

I finished washing, got out of the bath and wrapped myself in a towel. I went into the bedroom to choose my clothes. The black and pink panties of course. I was looking forward to wearing them again. A black bra, black pencil skirt with hold up stockings and high heels, finished with a crisp cotton shirt. Perfect.

My towel was off by now. God I was so horny. I sat on the bed, parted my legs and touched myself. I was so wet, literally dripping. I lay back on the bed, my other hand spreading my lips apart so I could rub my clit more easily. That was so good. My fingers moved fast, gliding easily across my swollen clit coated in my juices. Mmmmm it was really good but I must stop, I was so close to coming.

Oh God I WAS coming, I pressed my fingers hard onto my clit as the spasms hit me.

Shit, I didn’t mean to do that. I quickly sat up, catching my reflection in the mirror, my cheeks flushed, and my fingers glistening. I licked them clean. Well, it would be a waste not to!

I glanced at the clock, it was 12 o’clock already. How did that happen? I dried and styled my hair, put on my make up and jewellery and finally my clothes and shoes. I straightened the bed and went downstairs to wait his arrival.

I sat on the sofa and thought about our relationship. We had been seeing each other for about a year and most of the time our relationship was ‘normal/vanilla’ whatever you want to call it. Every now and then, we entered into this sub/dom role play game. It was always instigated by him, and always without warning. It was the way we both liked it. I had once tried to instigate the game by telling him I had been a naughty girl, but it didn’t really work, so now I left it to him. I never knew when it would happen or what the scenario would be, but when he was in Dom role he was always very clear with his instructions. As long as I was calling him Sir, then we were ok to continue with whatever he decided. As soon as I said ‘Enough’ then he knew to stop. Not that I ever had.

I didn’t know if he would be in character when he arrived or whether the game would begin later.

I heard his key in the door. We had keys to each others homes although we didn’t live together. I jumped up from the sofa, butterflies in my stomach.

The door opened and straight away I knew the game was on. He was wearing a suit, on a Saturday!

He looked me up and down “You look very nice Miss Green”
“Thank you Sir”
“You may kiss me”
“Thank you Sir” I stepped across to him, he opened his arms and we kissed passionately.
His hands ran down by back and to my bottom.
“Are you wearing the panties?
“Of course Sir”
“Please show me” He went over to the sofa and sat down, removing his jacket.
I started to lift my skirt up.
“Take it off” he ordered.
“Yes Sir” I unzipped the skirt and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it, picked it up and put it across the back of a chair. I stood there in my heels, stockings and panties. I felt incredibly turned on. I knew my nipples were poking through my bra and blouse.
“Come closer please Miss Green”
I took a few steps towards him and stood in front of him.

He leaned forward and put one hand on each hip, gently caressing me. His hands moved around to my bottom, squeezed it and then moved up my body. His fingers lightly brushed across my nipples, sending a shiver through me.

“The panties are very nice Miss Green. You chose well”
Thank you Sir”
“And you have been behaving yourself?” His eyes bore into me.
I felt my cheeks redden, remembering my earlier indiscretion.
“Yes Sir”
His hand stroked the front of my panties and down between my legs.
“You’re lying” He brought his hand up “Look how wet you are.” His fingers were wet with my juices, soaking through my panties. “Have you been touching yourself?” “Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t mean to, I was so horny waiting for you”
“Was I not clear in my instruction? I said Not to touch yourself. You just couldn’t wait could you, you naughty greedy girl?”
“No Sir”
“And did you make yourself come?”
“Yes Sir, I did, but it was an accident, I didn’t mean to.”
“Well Miss Green you know that I have to punish you now don’t you?”
“Yes Sir”
“Over my knee then Miss”

I moved quickly and laid myself across his lap. He held my arms down with his left hand and with his right he caressed my bottom through the sheer panties. It felt exquisite and I wriggled across his lap.

“Keep still. Are you ready Miss Green?”
“Yes Sir”

He stopped caressing, raised his hand and Thwack, spanked me hard on my left cheek.

Thwack, the right cheek. I felt my buttocks stinging as they grew hotter. Twice more on each cheek, each one slightly harder than the one before.

He rubbed my bottom. “Have you learned your lesson now Miss Green?”
“Yes I have” I gasped
“Yes what?” he raised his voice now.
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir”
“That has earned you 6 more” he said and he pulled my panties down, exposing my red bottom and wet, swollen pussy lips.

I felt his erection against my stomach and I wriggled against it.
“Miss Green, please hold still or we will be here all afternoon”
I held my breath and braced myself.

Six slaps in very quick succession, and I was breathless. He rubbed my stinging bottom, very gently; his fingers strayed down to my wet slit. I gasped again.
He quickly pulled up my panties and released his grip on my arms.

“Now you won’t be able to sit down for a while so I suggest you get on your knees and show me how sorry you are”

I quickly moved onto the floor and knelt between his legs. He had quite an impressive erection straining against his trousers. I rubbed my hand against it and he groaned. I undid his trousers and reached inside for his cock. He was so hard; all I wanted to do was sit astride him and have him fill my aching pussy. But I knew I had to behave now.

He lifted his hips so I cold slide his trousers down. I bent my head and gently licked the tip of his cock. It was wet with pre-cum, slightly salty. I licked around and around the head of his cock while gripping the shaft with my hand. Slowly I began to lick down the length of his cock, I stoked his balls with my fingers and then they were joined by my tongue as I licked around them, slowly and gently taking each one into my mouth. I firmly wanked his cock with my hand; he seemed to get even harder. I began to trace my way back up his cock with my tongue, long hard licks with lots of saliva to make his cock all slippery. As I reached the tip, I looked up to his face, his eyes met mine, filled with lust and he reached out and stroked my cheek. I knew what he wanted and I was going to give it to him. With my eyes still fixed on his I slowly lowered my mouth over his cock and sucked hard. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he enjoyed the sensations of me sucking his cock really hard, my head moving up and down, keeping my lips nice and tight. I used both my hands to wank his shaft in time with my head and I knew he was close to coming. His hands were in my hair and he started to thrust, fucking my mouth. I had to pull back a bit; no matter how I tried I couldn’t take his whole length. I could feel his cock swell in my mouth and I tightened my grip, moving my hand faster up and down, flicking my tongue fast over the head. A loud grunt signalled the first spurt, which hit the back of my throat with such a force that I nearly pulled right back. Spurt after spurt of thick sweet cum filled my mouth. I swallowed it all, sucking more gently now as his twitching cock started to soften in my mouth.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me up to his face. He kissed me deeply, and then sat up, tucking himself back into his trousers.

“That was excellent Miss Green. Now be a good girl and make me a coffee while I consider the rest of your punishment”

I scrambled to my feet and went into the kitchen. What did he mean, the rest of my punishment? I filled the kettle and spooned the coffee into the cups.

I heard him come into the kitchen. He put his arms around me cupping my breasts, kissing the back of my neck. He knew what that was doing to me. I pressed back against him, wondering if he was hard again already. His fingers were now un buttoning my shirt and he pulled it back over my arms and dropped it on the floor. His hands returned to my breasts, pinching my nipples through my bra. I could feel myself getting wetter; I was aching for his hands to go lower. He slowly turned me round so that I was facing him. In my heels I was nearly as tall as him. He kissed my mouth, his tongue urgently pushing between my lips. His hands were on my waist and he quickly lifted me up to sit on the worktop. We were still kissing passionately, my hands in his hair, his stroking my thighs.

He pulled away and kissed up my neck to my ear. “As you were a greedy girl before I got here, and already had one orgasm, I now forbid you to orgasm again without my permission. Do you understand?”

“But…..how…..what”
“Do you understand?” he was no longer whispering
“Yes Sir I understand”

He kissed down my neck to my breasts, his hands easing them out of my bra. Leaning forward he flicked his tongue over my nipples one at a time. I gasped, my back arching. I couldn’t believe I was sitting on my kitchen worktop in broad daylight, wearing next to nothing, having my nipples licked. One of his hands pinched my nipple while the other nipple was being sucked hard and nibbled gently.

His cock was certainly hard again now; I pushed myself against it as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He stepped back a bit, unhooking my legs and ran his hands down my body resting one on each thigh. The tips of each thumb pushed against the crotch of my panties which were so wet by now. He hooked one thumb under the elastic and pushed it deep inside me. I leaned back against the tiled wall, pushing myself against his hand.

Knowing how close I was, he quickly withdrew his hand and in one swift movement pulled my panties down. He pressed the palm of his hand against my swollen pussy lips, his other arm around me holding so I didn’t slip off the work surface. I ground myself against his hand.

Again he withdrew, and this time he lifted me down, took my hand and led me up the stairs to the bedroom. My thighs were sticky with my juices as I walked.

“Lay down” he said gesturing towards the bed.

I did as I was told, laying back against the cushions, watching him undress. His cock sprang up as he removed his trousers and underwear. I wanted it inside me so badly it almost hurt. Now completely naked, he turned to me, taking off my shoes; he slowly peeled each stocking down my leg, tracing its path with his tongue. When they were both off, he licked back up my legs until he was only an inch way from my pussy. I lifted my hips slightly as if inviting him in. His hands went under my hips and he lowered his mouth to the very place that craved him the most. His tongue licked so gently I could barely feel it but it was exquisite. I pushed my hips up wanting him to devour me. His hands held me down.

“Don’t cum” he whispered.

He moved his mouth, just in time, leaving me gasping for release. I lay there panting for a few seconds before he started again, this time his lips over my clit, his tongue flicking gently over it. Again he stopped, just in time.

“Not yet” he whispered.
Once again his mouth returned to my pussy, this time he pushed his tongue into me, lapping at the juices that poured from me.
“Please let me cum” I begged
“Not yet”
“I can’t hold back much longer, I need to cum. Please Sir”
“Not yet”

He knelt up and pulled me towards him down the bed. The tip of his cock pushed at my pussy, his fingers were once again on my nipples. I was gasping with pleasure, so on the edge. I wriggled around trying to get his cock into me, but he held back.
“Don’t move” he said “Just get your breath back”

I tried to steady my breathing, it wasn’t easy. I had never been on the edge of an orgasm for so long, he had to let me cum soon or I would do it anyway, without permission.

He leaned forward and kissed me again, “Calm down” he whispered into my mouth. I could taste myself, a delicious combination mixed with his aftershave, I licked his chin.

Kneeling back up, he positioned his cock against my pussy lips. With one finger he started to gently circle my swollen clit, spreading my juices over it. My thighs started to tremble; I was almost at the point of no return. The bed was soaked beneath me, I had never been wetter.

“Now” he said “Cum now”

He pushed his cock deep into my pussy, I almost lifted off the bed as my orgasm exploded, my whole body trembling. My arms thrashed around, he held me down and kept on pushing his cock in and out of my pussy. It felt like we had gone into slow motion, I could feel every inch of his cock as he moved slowly but deeply, and I was coming and coming and coming. I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t breathe. Each thrust sent jolts through my entire body. I could see stars; I actually thought I might pass out. He kept up this slow pace as eventually I came back down to earth.

Leaning down he kissed me deeply and as he rose up again he pushed my knees up onto my chest and plunged his hard shaft into me again. He was really going for it now, fucking me hard and fast, I was hardly over my orgasm before I started to cum again. I gripped the headboard behind me bracing myself against his cock as he pounded harder and harder; my position meaning he was going deeper than ever before. I knew he was close to coming, my orgasm caused my pussy to contract and squeeze his cock tightly, I was surprised he’d lasted this long. His thrusts became jerkier as his cock spasmed and emptied his load into my throbbing pussy; he let out a deep guttural groan and released my legs. We lay slumped together, panting, sweating, and unable to speak.

Eventually he opened his eyes, looked into mine, smiled and said simply “Good Girl” and I felt my clit twitch with total satisfaction.

© Copyright October 2008 Alice

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