M is for Masochistic Mistress

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On Monday, I started a fun story about a couple at Lashes BDSM Casino Resort. Check out this next installment, a chapter from a book picked up in the Library. You can read this as a standalone story, or start with Monday’s post: J is for Jazz. Make sure you check out all of our A to Z Posts and like and comment! A book store shopping spree is on the line for Richard or me, whoever gets the most likes and comments!


M is for Masochistic Mistress

by Jayden

“Harder,” she directed, and he immediately complied, sinking his teeth harder into her shoulder. He had her pinned down on the bed, his cock deep in her pussy, and his teeth sinking into her shoulder. “Fuck me faster, bitch,” she groaned, “harder, faster!”

His teeth would definitely leave a mark, just as she was asking for. He groaned something against her skin that sounded like “Yes, Mistress.”

“Ahh, yes, bitch, keep going, cum for me. Bite me harder, hit my cervix, yesssss!”

He pumped as quickly as he could, grinding his hips against her ass, groaning and panting against her skin. When he felt the first release of cum, he bit harder, sending her screaming into the mattress again. 

“Good boy,” she murmured when she was done screaming, “my good boy.”

His thrusts slowed down, and his bite lessened.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned as his cock spasmed inside her. When he was done, he collapsed on top of her, their sweat slick between them.

After a while, she said, “Okay, good boy, you can get up now.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said, and he rolled off of her, his mostly soft cock coated with her juices.

She rolled over, too, resting her head up against him. “You’re welcome. Now be a good boy and clean me up.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He crawled down between her legs and began to lick her pussy, first her clit and then down, lapping up his cum as he went. He stuck his tongue as deep inside her as he could, trying to get as much cum as possible. Then he licked back up to her clit, sucking on it lightly. Soon, she was writhing and squirming on the bed, moaning softly.

“Good boy,” she crooned. “Good boy.”

He moaned softly against her folds, and she moaned in response.

“That’s it, make your Mistress cum,” she said, and she wrapped her fingers into his short hair, pressing his face harder against her. He kept licking, letting her guide him as her hips bucked against him. “Yes, that’s it, good boy, yes!” she cried out as her words turned to moans and the orgasm overtook her.

When she was done, she let him go, and he looked up at her from between her legs, his face coated with their combined juices.

“Yes, that’s right, you are my good boy,” she said, and she motioned for him to come to her. He rested his head on her chest and held onto her tightly.


Join me again tomorrow for N is for Naughty! Just two more installments in this series!

5 thoughts on “M is for Masochistic Mistress

  1. I rewrote this just for you guys. As a library worker, I am afraid the Library one may traumatize me too much, so I need to skip that I think. LOL. I don’t remember how the Ikea erotica went exactly but it was sort of like this.
    I’ve been thinking about this ever since I grabbed you and threw you into my car. I could hardly wait to see what you look like in my room, alone, just the two of us. Are we home yet? Did I just run another red light? Don’t even care. Finally. We are here. In the living room. Oh yes, let’s do this here, right here.
    Slowly, carefully you open to my touch, sliding my fingers along the taped edges, pulling out your … instruction manual.

    You lay open, vulnerable in front of me. Can I do this? Am I ready?

    Step one. I gently remove the pieces one by one, carefully checking them against the list. Screws, mm, oh yes. We’ll come back to you later. Nails. I can hardly wait to find out where you go. I’ll hammer you so hard and tight, you’ll never want to let go. Each wood panel, every hook, every fastener, all mine.

    I can hardly wait until you are finished, but let’s take this slow. I want to do this right, and we have so many rooms to fill. First the drawers, let’s see what you look like with your drawers, first one and then the other in and out, sliding into place, fitting into. Almost, there. There! There! Yes. Exactly like that. Don’t stop, don’t stop until you feel the…. Click.

    I know, it sounds better in the original Swedish. Okay, now I am done.

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