Down The Rabbit Hole

[DanFS]

Closed for Bellatrixie & DanFS.

Bellatrixie plays here only with permission from her Dom and will not accept any approaches for D/s play.


Sir sat in his favourite armchair, after as she crawled across the floor towards him, with the crop in her mouth.
They were still naked, after the vigorous mouth-fucking she had endured.

"My good girl!" Sir said, encouragingly, as she had been, in the end. Her wanton spirit had surfaced when she had previously voiced her need, but she had been chastised for that.

She knelt before him, and dropped the crop into his waiting hand. He gently tapped her ass with it, and she relaxed at his feet.
Sir was still naked, but turned on the TV, and switched over to watch the news. As he watched he put the crop down on the table beside him, and then ran his fingers through her hair, massaging the scalp and loving the feel of her tresses on his fingers.
The smell of her shampoo drifting up to his nose and making him smile. She DID smell so good! He could also smell her desire. Her pussy was emitting a delicious musk that he would love to taste & smell, and soon would.

As he watched he let his eyes drift over to watch her, as she knelt at his feet, attentive as ever. That was one of the things he loved about her. She always wanted to please him. Sometimes, her own desires got her a little muddled, but she was SO willing!
He loved the red garter upon her leg, the delicate lace frills at odds with what he had just done to her.
As the news ended, he decided that he didn't want to watch any more.

Sir then said: "OK, my girl - I want you to lie back on the floor, and place your legs over the arms of my chair, I want to taste your pussy."

As Sir gripped her ass and pulled her up onto his lap, he licked his lips, as he drank in her musky scent. She was already pretty aroused. He dipped his head and lapped gently at her pussy lips, easing his tongue inside her labia.
Those delicate folds of flesh which hide the most precious of treasures.
He inadvertently let out a small moan, as her musk crossed his tongue, and he flicked the tip across her already visible clit, making her flinch with the
contact.

Sir then pursed his lips and placed them over her pussy and sucked, quite hard, and moved his head slightly up and down, the pressure change moving her clit within its confines, and making her moan.
He alternated this movement, with the flicking of his tongue over her clit and the sensitive area just below it, and before long she was writhing in ecstasy.

 

[Bellatrixie]

She's perspective....

As she crawled across the floor with the crop in her mouth she gazed upon Sir's beautiful form. He sat sprawled in the chair looking relaxed and satiated after fucking her mouth so thoroughly her jaw still ached with the remembered effort. She ached in other places too but her overall feeling was one of contentment and peace. This seemed to be her regular state of mind whenever she was in Sir's presence. Sir took such good care of her. He watched over her in all ways and seemed to notice when even the smallest thing was out of place. It made she feel cared for in a way she had never experienced in all the years of her former marriage. Sir took care of her like a prized possession because of course that is exactly what she was.

"My good girl," Sir said encouragingly as she knelt before him and dropped the crop into his waiting hand. She knelt at his feet and let the power of those words flow over her body. Though she was naked she felt no hint of self-consciousness because Sir knew every square inch of her body intimately and loved her flaws and perfections equally. It was a heady, exhilarating feeling to be cared for in this way. As she felt the soft weight of Sir's hand stroking her hair she sighed audibly. It was difficult sometimes to deal with the strength of her own reaction when she displeased Sir. He had only to wrinkle his forehead in annoyance and her stomach would clench and she would feel the force of his disapproval like a lash. When Sir chose to punish her physically as he had tonight, it was almost a relief from the force of her physical torment. This was a way she could make it right. This was a path she could travel to again experience the quiet contentment that came with kneeling at his feet and knowing that she was desired and cared for.

"OK my girl, I want you to lie back on the floor, and place your legs over the arms of my chair. I want to taste your pussy." As she got herself into position and felt Sir lift and spread her body for his use she could feel the flicker of anticipation like a lick of fire. As his tongue touched her spread pussy she became sensation alone. The pleasure flooding her body created sounds that forced their way out of her throat as mindless whimpers and moans and cries of pleasure. As he sucked her clit into his mouth she could feel her orgasm approaching and she began to chant her request for permission. "Please, Sir. Please, Sir. Please, Sir." Sir continued working over her pussy with lips and tongue and even the occasional scrape of his teeth. All of this worked together to push her ever closer to the edge. Her pleading took on a more desperate note as she felt herself teetering on the brink. She tried to breathe, to focus on anything but the mind-blowing pleasure that Sir could bestow with his mouth. Anything to buy her more time so that she wouldn't come without permission and have to bear the agony of the knowledge that she had disappointed Sir. Her breath came in pants. Her voice cried out in a keening cry and all the while her head was tossing back and forth between her outstretched arms as she tried desperately to hold off her own pleasure. Finally, when she felt she could bear it no longer. When she was no longer breathing but gasping air into lungs devoid of oxygen, when every cell in her body was screaming in an agony of pleasure she heard the quiet words, "Come now." and exploded.

She was unaware of the passage of time but gradually she became conscious of her body and felt the scratch of the carpet on the skin of her back, the slight ache of her back as it was still arched in an unnatural position sprawled up onto Sir's lap. Sir lowered her down to the carpet again and waited patiently as she became a sentient being once again. When she had regained the power of speech, her voice was husky and low. "Thank you, Sir." she said as she rolled her body back into a sitting and then kneeling position and resumed her place at his feet. Her entire body still shook with the memory of her pleasure. She leaned into his leg and again felt his hand on her head, in her hair, and finally, joyously she felt him curve his hand around her neck and give her that pressure that she adored. Her neck was one of the most sensitive parts of her body and the feel of Sir's hand there, of his warmth and his heat wrought a full body shiver through her body. They sat there, not watching the TV or even speaking to each other. They each of them basked in the glow of their combined pleasure. Sometimes there was pleasure to be given, and sometimes there was pleasure to be received. Sir and she had learned in the weeks since their relationship had stepped into the light of real life that the symbiosis of their relationship brought great pleasure to them both.

She felt Sir move beside her and she leaned out to give him room to manoeuvre. Sir picked her up suddenly and she gasped with surprise before cuddling in to make herself easier to carry. Sir strode to the bed and threw she down playfully before gruffly commanding her to grab the headboard. She rushed to comply and gripped the bars of the headboard with both hands. She and Sir hadn’t yet progressed to actual bondage but he took delight in holding her captive with his will and her submission alone. She watched as Sir stalked around the bed examining her with the eyes of a predator. He reached out to tap her feet on the inside ankle which was her signal to spread her legs as widely as possible which she did quickly. Sir hadn’t even touched her yet but she was already on edge as she watched him watching her reactions.

Sir reached out a hand to slide it through she’s pussy and she squirmed with anticipation. She wanted to be fucked so badly that it was transforming from mere ache to nearly painful tightening in her pussy. She felt so empty and began to whimper her frustration but when Sir glanced up with the slightest frown threatening on his face she fell silent with difficulty and watched him with quiet though lust-filled eyes.

Sir continued to play as if he had all the time in the world. Stroking his fingers through she’s pussy juices without entering. Swirling at the opening of her sex and occasionally offering a soft touch to her clit as his hand wondered by. All the while he played she made no vocal sound in keeping with his requirements but her body grew more and more restless in response to her growing arousal. She kept her hands firmly on the headboard and her legs spread wide but her head tossed and she kept clenching and unclenching her hands as Sir played with her pussy as if he could do it for hours. She didn’t doubt that he could but she dearly hoped and prayed that she would soon be impaled on that rather impressive cock covered with its sprinkling of red and grey hair which matched the hair on Sir’s head.

Finally Sir looked up at she and gave her a grin. It seemed at odds with his controlled domination and yet in that grin was genuine affection and just as genuine lust. Sir crawled between her thighs and offered his fingers to her mouth with the command “Open.” She licked him clean with enthusiasm and a sigh of contentment escaped her lips as she felt Sir’s weight pressing down. Her sigh morphed to a moan of pleasure at the feel of his cock at the entrance to her pussy.She felt him stop just before entering and she whimpered her disagreement with that particular course of action before she began to beg without thought. “Please Sir, please Sir, please Sir.”

“Hush.” Still Sir waited and finally she looked at him with passion glazed eyes and ceased her begging. In that moment Sir plunged in to the hilt and then stopped again. “Make sure you keep you hands in place little girl.” and with those words Sir began to pound his cock into her pussy with a ferocity that belied his earlier affectionate look. And yet the moan in she came unbidden as she felt the passion swell over her and pull her under. This mad, animalistic fucking was what she had wanted after the prolonged play earlier. Sir seemed at times to have an uncanny knowledge of what she needed at any given time and liked to use that knowledge to blow her mind and expose her overloaded senses to the maximum pleasure that he could get flooding over those synapses. When her orgasm reached a crescendo pitch Sir didn’t toy with her or make her wait. He just growled out “Now!” and both Sir and she felt into the abyss together and emerged eventually sweaty, sated and catching their breath.

 

[DanFS]

Sir's Response:

After the tounguing her gave her, Sir was confident their interplay was progressing
nicely.
She had responded very well, and her demeanour when she fully returned to alertness was composed and ready.
Sir loved how she was quite content to sit at his feet, and as he rested his hand upon her neck, she understood the gesture for what it was. He was communicating his ownership of her, and his will to continue playing.

As he roughly lifted her from the floor and dropped her onto the bed, he decided he wanted to tease her cunt, well, technically it was his now, wasn't it?
He wanted to tease her and make her beg for her next cum.

With her hands held above her head, although not bound, she looked even more
desirable than before. her will to submit to him made her oh, so attractive to him in more than just the sexual sense.

As he tapped against her ankle and she spread her legs, he knew that before the night had passed he would fuck her!

He played with her with his fingers for ages, deliberately pushing her to see how far she would go. he wasn't a sadist, he absolutely loved the feel of her, the little sounds she made and the way her body flinched as the sensations they both enjoyed, washed over her.

As he climbed upon the bed, between her legs and she begged for him to enter her he couldn't help but smile. He teased her with his cock-head, and then after telling her to 'Hush', he did thrust into her, as deep as he could.

Sir was struggling to maintain his composure. The irresistible woman beneath him bucking and spurring him on to even greater efforts.
He pounded into her, the force making the whole bed move.
The animal within him had escaped. He growled and grunted with the exertion, and as he felt her orgasm peak, he could hold his own back no more.
"Now!" Sir almost shouted through gritted teeth, as he plunged into her once more, harder than he had ever done before, and he felt her insides milking him, as he collasped onto his forearms, and as he pulsed inside her, he considered the vision below him.

She was in just as much of a state as he was. They both took great gulping breaths, and
as he laid behind her, in a 'spoons' position, he leant forward and breathed in her ear:
"Well done, my good girl! I am so proud of you. Your control has improved and yet, you remain such a sensual woman, able to arouse me, and use your body to tantalise mine."

As he spoke these words, he stroked her hair with one hand whilst the other lazily caressed her uppermost thigh.

He leaned in and planted small kisses upon her neck, and said:
"Beautiful girl, and you're all mine. Let's rest for a while."

He thought about making her sleep on the floor, at the foot of the bed, but tonight, she had earnt the right to sleep by his side. She had maintained her control and kept her hands above her head, even as he pounded into her, and even as she came, her arms had quivered
with the effort, but she had kept her hands on the headboard.

With that, he pulled the covers over them both and drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning, he awoke to find her already at work in the Kitchen.
She had prepared him a cooked breakfast, pancakes, with bacon and syrup, and
freshly brewed coffee.
She had come to know his likes and dislikes and had judged his mood perfectly.
"Good Morning, she. This looks and smells wonderful!"

As she serves him, and pours his coffee, he starts to eat.
As expected, she doesn't sit to eat as a 'normal' woman might. She kneels, by his
side, as he eats.
He rests a finger on her chin and tilts her head upward and smiles down at her.
"Sir really enjoyed last night, she. Sir thought we might go to the Theatre
tonight. There is a musical playing that we should see, and we can dress up a bit. That
would be nice, wouldn't it?"

she just nods once, quickly in response.

As he finishes his breakfast, he motions with his hand that she should stand.

"Thank you, she. You can now eat."
He then leaves the table, as she prepares & eatsher own breakfast and after she has finished and cleared everything up, she goes into the living room to find Sir
looking at Theatre tickets on his laptop.

He has selected a private box for them to sit to one side of the stage, above the rest of the audience, to better enjoy the performance.
It is a little extravagant, but if you can't enjoy some of the finer things in life, then why bother?

"Would you like to go shopping for something to wear tonight, little one?"
Sir asks.