After being displayed on the coffee table and spanked thoroughly, E was taken to the back bedroom, bound and clamped, and prepared for the next scene….
“Bed-Warmer” BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. F/f humiliation! This photo just did it for me.
When the Master of the house is away, as he is wont to do at least once a month for business, the Mistress will bring Cecelia into their bed, where she serves as a pleasing bed-warmer.
The household knows the Mistress’ instructions. After a day of toiling away, CeCe is brought to the master bedroom. Her uniform is stripped away, and once she is unclothed, the girl is bathed. Often, the Mistress will be present during her bathing. But it is always done under someone’s supervision. Often, bathing the girl is a reward doled out by the housekeeper, to worthy staff members. As such, almost all in the household have had their hands upon the girl’s slick, nude body. At times they feel she belongs to them all.
The Mistress’ instructions encourage them to toy with the girl, to stir her “beyond bearing”, but to never let her pleasure peak. And the Mistress’ expectations are that the girl submit to their toying and teasing. She has no right to interfere with their performance of their duties, and certainly she is not allowed to deny their access to her nubile body as they carry out their Mistress’ instructions.
In the bathing chamber, the girl is thoroughly cleaned. She is scrubbed quite vigorously, until her skin is soft and pinkened and smarting all over. She is bathed with a sweet vanilla scent that the Mistress chose, because it is pleasing to her. The girl’s caretakers – whoever has been granted the privilege that evening – make quite free with her bare, soapy body. They touch CeCe until her cries are echoing off the tiles and her panting and pleading becomes so desperate, she’s hardly speaking English.
They are particularly gratified to bathe the girl on Sundays, for that’s when she gets an extra cleansing. After she has been bathed and teased until she must be helped out of the bath, they press CeCe to all fours so that she crouches over a small towel. CeCe is instructed to keep her cheek pressed to the floor and not to raise it until she is given leave to do so. Then a warm, soapy mixture is forced into her bowels while she trembles and cringes with humiliation. CeCe is made to hold it for no less than seven minutes before she is allowed to void herself. As she groans and pants as though she were experiencing birthing pains, her caretakers rub her slippery pussy, finger her engorged clit, and tug her swollen nipples lower.
After the girl is cleaned, she is led out into the bedroom, where the Mistress awaits her in the sitting area by the window, near the fireplace. Her caretakers will depart at this point, but they’ll return later, to carry out the remaining instructions.
CeCe is made to crawl on hands and knees across the expanse of the room, to where the Mistress reclines on a long settee. The Mistress spreads her legs, and the expectation is that CeCe will dwell there for an hour or more, pleasing the Mistress with her mouth, her head clasped between the Mistress’ soft thighs. Sometimes the Mistress will read a newspaper, resting the broad tabloid over CeCe’s head. Or she’ll call for a maid to freshen her manicure, and CeCe will simply be slurping and lapping away while one of her fellow staff members applies a fresh coat of lacquer to the Mistress’ nails.
Other times the Mistress is more involved. She’ll give CeCe direction and tutor the girl in improving her technique. Or she’ll be quite cruel in her demands, pulling CeCe’s hair and squeezing her head tightly between her thighs, hardly letting her come up for air. She’ll slip her legs over CeCe’s slim shoulders, drum her heels on the girl’s back as she arches her hips up.
Once she is satisfied, the Mistress will let CeCe emerge from between her thighs. The girl’s face will be quite wet, the lower half of her face quite sticky and smeared with juices and saliva. CeCe is given a pair of the Mistress’ lacy panties with which to tidy her face.
Then the Mistress draws her sweet housemaid into her arms, their legs tangling together. She’ll urge CeCe’s head to her breast, offering her ample cleavage to the girl to rest her head on. CeCe’s mouth finds the long, turgid nipple of the Mistress and begins to suck. It would be a soothing, nurturing moment, if not for the Mistress’ fingers treating CeCe’s own nipples quite cruelly. As her own teats are tenderly sucked, CeCe’s are twisted, pinched, pulled, milked quite harshly until little moans and squeals are being muffled by CeCe’s mouth on her tit. The Mistress’ other hand always delves into CeCe’s pussy and strokes inside, thumb rubbing CeCe’s needy button, gathering the moisture there. It’s so delightful, how the girl’s body is just so primed, all the time.
At ten thirty, someone will come in to finish preparing CeCe for bed. Leather cuffs go around her ankles, wrists, and just above her elbows; they’re hooked together and CeCe is laid on her front on top of the covers, right next to her Mistress, who is snuggled deep into the mattress. Resting on top of her throbbing nipples, her pussy still leaking her arousal, the girl whimpers and cries, but she does so quietly, so as not to disturb her Mistress, who insists she sleeps better knowing CeCe is unfulfilled and yearning next to her. All that delicious, desperate energy – it just charges her right up.
In the morning, the Mistress might roll CeCe over so she is flat on her back. She’ll lie on top of the girl, smother that sweet, sad face with the valley between her breasts, feed her hard nipples into the girl’s mouth one at a time for more lathing. She’ll straddle the girl’s legs, bound tightly together, slide her cunt up and down the girl’s body, humping CeCe’s still form, squeezing her breasts and gripping her nipples as she rides the girl’s bound body. Sometimes she’ll come that way, just rubbing one out on CeCe. More often than not, CeCe’s mornings begin with her breathing in the Mistress’ cunt, dripping over her nose and lips.
After this pleasure, the Mistress is off to start her day. Her instructions are for CeCe to be freed from bondage and turned over to the housekeeper for tending to, which means CeCe is returned to her room. The housekeeper will visit her there with a long, thick dildo, and she’ll apply it to CeCe’s pussy briskly, bringing the girl off several times. It’s humiliating, but it does make the girl so happy to finally take her climax.
Then CeCe dresses in her uniform again, and her day begins.
(@slatyb @jenakarii Thank you for the kindcomments you reblogged on that recent post. It was a really nicely timed pick-me-up.)
(Anon, this just wasn’t flowing with a DD/lg vibe. It went Master/slave instead, and I hope that’s okay)
“You’ll need to fuck her often,” the doctor said conversationally. He’d moved on from weighing her breasts in his hands and now he rolled one of her nipples between her fingers. “See how responsive she is?” He let go of her nipple and snapped his fingers at her. “Stand up, girl.”
She did as she was told and her face caught fire when she saw the wet spot she’d left behind on the exam table. The doctor dragged two fingers through it and idly pushed them into her mouth while he continued speaking. “All that just from playing with her tits for a few minutes,” he said. “I’ve seen slaves like this before. If they go unfulfilled for too long, they become troublemakers.” He pulled his fingers from her mouth and waved her back onto the table. “Feet in the stirrups, there’s a good girl.” He didn’t look at her as she got into position, lying on her back with her legs splayed wide. “I know you’re a busy man, so if you don’t have the time to fuck her daily—twice daily would be best, you have a little slut on your hands—I’d recommend asking one of your employees to take care of her for you, if there’s anyone you trust. Or just invest in a good fucking machine. Tie her to a bench and let a dildo fuck an orgasm or two out of her a few times a day.”
Her new master nodded. “I wish I’d taken her to you before paying,” he said. “I could have argued for a discount.”
The doctor shrugged. “Maybe,” he said. “It isn’t a disadvantage, though. The slutty ones are easier to train. They like attention and, yes, they get bratty without it, but tie her up for a day or two, edge her, don’t let her come, and she’ll do whatever you ask in exchange for an orgasm. Chastity’s a good motivator for girls like these.” He settled on a stool between her legs and ran his fingers through her pubic hair. She pulled her knees together, but it didn’t do anything to hide her from his gaze with her feet as far apart as they were. “I’d shave her if I were you. Keep her feeling a bit vulnerable.” With no preamble, he pushed two fingers into her pussy. She gasped, but he ignored her, scissoring his fingers and thrusting them in and out a few times. “She’s dripping,” he said. “I’d keep this one off the furniture. But a tight pretty pussy otherwise.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit and she arched into his hand. He laughed softly and shook his head. “You made a good choice,” he said. “She’s going to feel amazing around your cock.” He pulled his fingers out of her, pulled his glove off, and shook her master’s hand. “Congratulations on your purchase. Feel free to bring her back in for a check-up any time.”
Her reactions are
always delicious, they’re addicting and always leave you wanting more. If she
gasps, you want her to moan, if she whines, you want her to beg. Always more, a
little more, and she’s always happy to give it.
Oh but what more can
she give when she’s tied up like this? Hands over her head, legs spread
invitingly wide already so wet she’s dripping onto the sheets? What more can
she give when her nipples are already hard and her chest is already flushed the
same pretty red as her face? Well lucky for you darling, it’s not a question
you have to answer, just something you have to do.
So go ahead, lean in
to kiss her, skim your hands along her ribs and touch her. Make her moan into
your mouth when you bite her lip and make her whimper when you pinch her
nipples. She’s responsive remember?
Won’t take much to have her panting into your kisses, just your fingers pulling
at her tits, just you kneading her breasts.
She’s begging for more
when you pull away, she’s desperate for it, for anything while you sit back and
breathe, just breathe. She’s a wonder, isn’t she? And don’t you love her? Of
course you do, you can’t help yourself, oh but how do you please her? What more
could she want? Ha, as if you don’t know.
You know all her
favourite toys, you bought all her favourite
toys, so it’s not a surprise to either of you when you bring the clamps out.
Does that stop her from licking her lips slow and sweet or arching her back
hard? Does it stop the thrill from racing up your spine or cool the heat in
your veins as you push her back gently. No, of course not.
Nothing could take
away the slow pleasure as you set the clamps on her nipples. Absolutely nothing
can ruin the flip in your stomach when she moans for you, when she gasps as you
pull on the chain. How could it when you’ve got your best girl moaning and
rocking her hips for you, straining against her ropes for you? It can’t and my
aren’t you lucky?
my corner 