Last night we had a dinner party.  It was for 10 people.  I cooked and cleaned all day.  Mostly cooked.  He did a bulk of the cleaning.  We like having friends over – and I love to cook.  So dinner parties are usually a good time over here.

Candles were lit.  Music was on.  Friends arrived.  Drinks were served.  Dinner was soon ready.  We all had a great time.

It was after 1:00AM when the last of the guests arrived.  I was slowly moving around the kitchen starting to clean things up.  I was tired from cooking all day.  And sleepy from a fair amount of whiskey and lots of laughs with our friends.  He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.  I sunk back into his embrace and closed my eyes.  I was feeling all cozy and content wrapped up in his strong arms.

Then he growled in my ear.  The dishes can wait.  Get up to the bedroom and get yourself ready for me.

Usually this means it is time for a punishment.  I was confused.  The night had seemed to go perfect.  But I know now better than to argue or question him when he gets that tone in his voice.  So I dropped the towel on the counter and headed to our bedroom.

Get ready for me.  That is what he said.  Since I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong I didn’t know what the punishment was going to be.  Plus – as I mentioned – I was nice and loopy from the whiskey – so I wasn’t able to think all that clearly.  I decided it was best to be prepared for whatever he had in mind.

I took off my clothes and put them away.  I put on a short nightgown that he likes.  I pulled out the toy-box and set it on his nightstand.  I dimmed the lights and turned on some music.  Then I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him.

He came up shortly.  He looked at me approvingly – so I must have guessed right.

He walked up to me – slowly removing his belt as he did.  He kicked my legs apart and stood between them – looking me in the eye the whole time.  He looped his belt in half and gave me a few swats on the thighs.  I felt myself start to get wet.  A few more swats – harder this time.  Holding me in his gaze.  Soaking wet.

He told me to not move.  Then he disappeared into the closet.  He came out just wearing his boxers.

He scooped me up roughly in his arms and tossed me back on the bed.  He reached down and yanked off that little nighty that I was wearing. Never taking his eyes away from mine he reached into his box of tricks and pulled out the restraints.  Uh-oh.  What was going to happen that I would need the restraints?  I have gotten really disciplined about not pulling away from him.  I had been working a lot on that because I know he likes how I can take his punishments.  How I take them as if I was restrained – when really the only thing holding me there is my will.

I was quickly shackled and spread out on the bed.  The music was turned up louder.  He came up and sat by my head.  Holding me up as far as the restraints would allow – he poured some more whiskey down my throat.  And then he took a piece of silk and wrapped it around my eyes.  He kissed my forehead.

The bed shifted under his weight as he climbed up on top of me.  He was on all fours – hovering over my body.  He started kissing me hard and deep.  He sunk his teeth deep into my neck.  He came back up and poured more whisky into me.  My head was starting to spin.  He started lightly tracing my nipples with his fingers.  He pinched and twisted them – lightly and gently.  I moaned and arched my back trying to get them closer to him.  He alternated sucking on one and pinching and slapping the other – back and forth and back and forth.  I was lost in it.

This didn’t feel like a typical punishment.  And I still didn’t know what I could have done wrong.  The whiskey was swimming in my head.  I was tied down and blindfolded and the music was playing loudly.  All I could focus on were those strong hands of his and what they were doing to my hungry nipples.  I managed to squeak out a question.  He stopped and slid back up to me.

What did you say baby?  He reached down and pinched a nipple hard.

I moaned uncontrollably and repeated my question.  Please tell me what I did wrong, so that I know how to please you next time.  My only desire is to please you, I said.

He lifted up my head and slid more whiskey down my throat.

He lowered himself down close and whisper-growled in my ear.  Oh baby.  You were perfect.  Everything was perfect.  This isn’t punishment.  This is a reward for your good behavior.  You were a very good girl tonight.  You were my cook.  You were my maid.  Now you are going to be my whore.  My pussy gushed.

With that he slid back down to my aching breasts.  He pulled the nipples up in his teeth and slapped them across their sides.  He rolled the nipples around and around between this thick fingers.

He reached into the whiskey glass and pulled out an ice cube.  He held it in his teeth and traced his way down my belly.

He positioned his body in-between my spread eagle’d legs.  He took his fingers and pulled the lips slowly apart.  He rolled my clit around in his mouth.  He dragged his tongue from my slit back up to my clit and down again.  He sat on the ottoman at the end of the bed and slowly but methodically ate his way right through me.  I was moaning and screaming and panting with desire.  God.  He is so fucking good at this.  He let the lips fall back into place and moved his hands back up to my tits.  Rolling my nipples with his fingers and my clit with his tongue.  No wonder he tied me down.  I would have been on the ceiling if he hadn’t.  I needed to catch my breath.

He knows my body so well.  I guess that happens after being together for as long as we have.  He knew.  And he slowed down.  He came back up to the top of the bed.  Held my face as he kissed me and pushed his tongue into my mouth.  I tasted whiskey and my pussy.

He slapped my face hard and leaned down to growl again in my ear.  This is just a break.  I’m not done with you yet, my sweet little whore.  And don’t you dare come until I tell you it is time, okay?

Somehow I managed to agree.

He grabbed a pillow and slid it underneath my ass.  He re-arranged the leg tethers so that my knees were pulled up closer to me. This pushed my sex out closer to him.  I am pretty sure he had that in mind.

He bit my clit.  He slid a finger in and out of my cunt.  He licked my ass.

He went back to the toy-box and pulled out the container of coconut oil.  He dipped his fingers in it – then back in my ass – and over and over until my ass was just as wet as my poor cunt.  My body was aching for release.  Every nerve stood on end.

He grabbed the fat metal plug from the toy-box and pushed it steadily into my ass.


I felt like I was going to come – but I knew he didn’t want that .  I tried to concentrate on just breathing.

Back to my pussy.  My guy eats my pussy like crazy.  How can he possibly expect me to not come?  His tongue rolling my clit and a thick metal plug up my ass.  All while drunk and tethered to the bed…

He stopped eating my pussy and started twisting the plug around.  Spinning it around, pulling it out and sliding it back in.  I was shaking.  He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me.  He told me to ask him to fuck me.  Only when he was fucking me would he let me come.  My voice was shaky – but between moans (he was still fucking me with the butt plug) I begged him to fuck me.  Please, show me some mercy and fuck me.  Please, give me your cum.  Please empty your balls into my pussy.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please!

With one last good twist he shoved the plug back firmly into my ass.  Oh god – he was going to leave that in!

He left me tied up and blindfolded as he climbed on top.  I felt his cock slide into my mouth.  I sucked on him until he was hard as a rock.  He slid back down and rammed his cock inside me.

Filled up with metal plug in my ass and a thick cock in my cunt.  Tied down so I couldn’t hardly move.  I was going out of my mind as he pounded in and out of me.  Over and over and over.  This man of mine can go and go and go.  And he did.  The pillow was still under my ass lifting me up to him.  So he hit my clit every time he slid into me.  I shook and sweat and screamed until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I asked him if I could please come now.  He didn’t answer right away – he was breathing hard now too – fucking me like there was no tomorrow.  Showing me no mercy with his greedy cock.

He finally said yes and I exploded all over him.  He fucked me while I came a second time.  Then he moved back up to my head and fucked my mouth until he came.  He knows how I love it when he feeds me his cock and then his cum.  I gobbled them both down like a hungry slut.

We laid there for awhile catching our breath.  He removed the blindfold.  Looking me in the eyes he told me how much he loved me, and told me again what a good girl I had been tonight.  I was his beautiful cook, maid and whore.

He got up and started loosening the tethers.  But he didn’t remove them completely.

I looked at him questioningly.

I’m not done with you yet, he said.  This is just another break.  I need to eat more of that fine pussy of yours and make sure you know how much I appreciate you.

Oh dear god.  I almost came again just from that.  I love how he eats me out.

He made me come six more times before he thought I had been rewarded enough.  He came another time in my mouth and also unloaded in my cunt.

He untied me and held me in his arms and we went to sleep as the sun rose on the new day.