Posture Practice: Part 2

Doms scream, subs scream, we all scream for ice cream.


“Ready for your dessert?” she asked, taking his dishes with hers and walking them to the sink. She paused for a moment, then placed them in using her arms as much as possible and her waist as little as she could.

He stepped into the kitchen, leaning in to whisper against her ear. “I think it’s more of a second course,” she shivered. Which only made her whimper. “We’ll have dessert at home. I think you’ll have earned a treat by then.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” she said, gratefully accepting his hand on her back as he guided her towards the door. There was a sweatshirt and a pair of loose sweatpants already folded there, which he helped her get into. It didn’t hurt too much.


“You know, your sneakers might be better since they give you support, but getting them on would be hell.”

“I’ll be fine in my sandals, Sir.”

The one block walk to the ice cream shoppe was the biggest challenge yet. Every step sent twinges of pain through one part of her or another. Even with his arm to hold on to, it was hard to keep steady footing across the uneven ground.

“I’ll get it; you just find a good spot for us to eat,” he said. “Teaberry and rainbows?” he asked.

She started to nod her head, gasping before she had tilted it much. “Yes please…”

He walked over to the line while she slid over to a countertop on the side of the building. It looked just the right height… it was! She had to stand up on her toes a bit, but it was worth it to lean in and relieve the pressure. Thank God. She glanced at the stool next to her. It’d hurt to get on, but it might be more comfortable in the long run… And that was when a kid ran by, knocked into the stool, and it hit her hip. She sucked in a long breath, managing not to scream at him and get them kicked out when a dish of ice cream appeared in front of her face a moment later.

“No cone?” she asked, surprised. “I thought you liked watching me eat my ice cream that way.”

“I do,” he said, taking a long, slow lick of his cone. “But I thought this would be easier, and even I only have so much sadism for one night.”

She gave him a little smile, shifting over to give him a peck on the shoulder, the easiest place to reach, “You’re a sweetheart.”

He glared down over his ice cream cone at her. “Don’t tell my sub that. She’ll start thinking she can get away with stuff.”

She giggled and dug into her ice cream, giving a coy smile after a couple of bites.

“What’re you plotting now?” he asked.

“I was just thinking. I bet this’d hurt a lot less if we iced my nipples beforehand.”

He shook his head. “I’d ask if you stopped thinking about getting played with for ten seconds at a time, but I know the answer.”

She glanced around before whispering, “I have my ass filled, my nipples are swollen bigger than fucking erasers, and my clit feels like it’s going to explode. Oh, and it feels like you’re dragging me around by my hair like it’s a fucking leash. Every breath I take is like a tennis ball bouncing between agony and an orgasm. The fact that I put this many words in a row together is a miracle… Sir.” she said, popping another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

“How the hell are you still so sexy in that outfit?” he asked.

“Because you’re imagining what’s under the outfit, Sir.”

He practically swallowed what was left of his cone; before taking an extra spoon out of his pocket and starting in on hers.

“Hey, what’re you doing?”

“Getting you home before one of us loses it,” he said simply.

She smiled, eating just a bit faster, not wanting him to get all of it. “It has been over an hour. I think I deserve a reward for being so patient.”

“I was thinking about Hitatching you for a while, but that comment about what’s under your sweats may have changed my mind.”

She wanted to shrug, but it wasn’t worth the risk. “My pleasure is as you will it, Master. I would never say no to the wand or your cock.”

He took the empty dish, tossing it in the trash with the spoons. When he came back, he leaned in, kissing her gently, his tongue swiping over her lips.

“You had a little something there,” he said after breaking the kiss. “But I know a napkin would be a problem.”

She held out one hand for him, which he took before lightly placing the other on her back, careful to avoid her hair. “You’re such a generous Owner,” she said. “I’m very lucky.”

He started guiding her back towards the apartment. “Would you feel lucky if I made you wear them tomorrow?” he asked.

“There is such a thing as too much of a good thing,” she said. “You shouldn’t spoil me; I’ll get an attitude.”

“And then I’ll have to beat it out of you.”

“Which is basically spoiling me more. It’s a vicious cycle, and you wouldn’t want to start it.”

They laughed, stepping back into the apartment. As soon as they were inside, she turned, physically shaking a little. Every ounce of her training told her that she should go down on her knees and ask him to take off the chains and the hook, but the thought of shifting that much made her shake. As her knees knocked, he looked her over, a small smile on his face.

“Ready to get out of that?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

He reached under the sweatshirt, gently undoing the clips that attached the chain to her nipple rings. He was careful not to let the chain go fully slack to yank down on her clit.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped, panting for a solid thirty seconds before struggling out any more words. “Why do nipples always hurt more when you’re done playing with them than before?”

He slipped a hand down the waistband of her sweats, undoing the clit hood clip as well. “All the better to torture little pain-sluts with,” he said.

She smiled up at him, tilting her head back to look him in the eye and also to ease the tension on her asshole. “So smart, Sir,” she said.

He reached around the other side, sliding her sweatshirt up and reaching in to undo the knot. She sighed and shook her head, letting her hair fall over her shoulders. “It’s a shame it got all knotty right after you brushed it.”

“Let’s wash it tonight,” he said, reaching down and getting a good grip on the hook. “Ready?” he asked.

She nodded, holding her breath, then gasping as he pulled it out. “Ah fuck!”

He leaned down, kissing the back of her neck. “Sorry, love. I know that’s your least favorite part.”

“That’s alright. I’m pretty sure you’re about to make it up to me,” she said, raising her arms to help him get the shirt off while she kicked out of the pants.

“I don’t know. You didn’t do anything for me tonight,” he said, pulling the sweatshirt up just high enough to trap her wrists and stopping. “This was all to help you improve your posture, which is just good for your health and what not. You should be thanking me.”

She turned around, a wide grin on her face, which she spoke through, barely moving her lips. “You have ten seconds to put me in my place, or else I will use you like a fucking dildo and/or suffocate you while crushing your skull between my thighs. One… two…- hurgk.”

She gasped as he grabbed her throat and slammed her up against the wall, the back of her head hitting hard enough to dent the drywall.

He didn’t notice, or if he did, he didn’t care. His lips crushed down against hers, tongue stabbing into her mouth, swapping the last tastes of their ice cream between them. She moaned, arms coming down around his neck, wrists squirming, trying to get out of the bunched-up sweatshirt. She finally made it and reached under his shirt, digging them into his back and raking them down as hard as she could. He broke the kiss, head snapping back as he moaned in pain.

“Fuck! Did you sharpen those?” he gasped, reaching up to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. He turned a little, and she saw the red tracks in his back.

“No, if I did, your back would never heal,” she said.

He finished undressing himself and grabbed her throat again, shoving her down to the floor.

“Right here?” she asked. “Can’t even wait for the bedroom?” she asked.

He didn’t answer, just shoved her legs apart and slid between them. Hard cock in one hand. He slid almost the full length into her in one thrust, moaning loudly as he pinned her by the shoulders and started kissing her neck. Kisses that quickly turned to little suck and nibbles.

“Mark me,” she moaned between thrusts. “I scratched the shit out of your back, put something on my neck to match.”

He clamped down, biting and sucking as hard as he could. She threw back her head to scream in pleasure, her legs coming up over his hips to lock on, forcing him into a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts.

After a dozen of those, he broke his lock on her neck, coming up for air. She reached up, feeling the tender flesh and the dampness from his lips, moaning a little until he grabbed her wrist and shoved it up above her head.

“What’re you, ooooooooh!” she moaned as he grabbed her throat again, stabbing his thumb right down on the bruise. Her whole body was on fire, wound up so many ways she felt like she’d almost forgotten to cum.

She looked up at him, gasping a few times. “Can… I… please… cum… Sir?” she managed shakily. He could already feel her muscles clenching down on him. At this point, asking him was more of a formality than anything. She was going one way or another very soon.

He looked down in her eyes and smirked a little, his nose doing that flare that always sent her wriggling.

“From five,” he said simply, pulling back against her legs and them slamming back home.

“One!” she gasped, eyes half-closed.

A second thrust, like he was trying to fuck her through the carpet.

“Two!” she shook her head, trying to hold on.

A third angled just right to hit her favorite place.

“Fuck, three!” she panted, eyes snapping wide open to stare into his.

“I’m going to cum too,” he said on the fourth thrust.”

“Four, yes please!”

He gave the last thrust, leaning down to growl in her ear as she started shaking. As his cum started shooting deep inside her, her pussy clenched down, her own juices spraying out to soak his balls and his carpet.

“I love you,” he panted into her ear, his thrusts losing any kind of rhythm as he just tried to keep them going as long as he could.

“I Love you too,” she moaned, nails on his back again, one of them hitting the same spot as before, which drew a snarl and an extra hard thrust from him, sending another wave crashing over her. 

A few minutes later, they were both lying there panting, trying as hard as they could not drift off to sleep in the middle of the front hall.

“We should get up,” he murmured into her ear.

She groaned to the contrary, which turned into a full moan when he slowly pulled out of her, sending more cum leaking out to the mess beneath them.

“Come on,” he said, reaching down and helping her up, putting one hand around her as they both stumbled towards the bathroom.

“What’re we doing in here?” she asked. “The bed’s that way.” 

He reached inside, turning the knob, and scooted her into the shower.

“I need a shower to relax after that,” he said, putting her under the flow facing away from him and then reaching into the shower caddy. “And I think you were promised a hair wash.” He squirted a dollop of shampoo into his palm, reaching up to start slowly working his fingers down from her scalp to her tips.


Long one this week. I hope you all enjoyed. Let me know what you think -Richard

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