Shake It: You Watch Him Punish and Fuck Me

WARNING! Shake It includes humiliation, degradation, bondage, a painful bare-hand spanking, flogging, rough sex and breath-play, all consensual.

In the lift, all dark mirrors and black tiles, he turned to me and unbuttoned the top buttons of my coat. Slipping the fingers of one hand inside, he let them linger a moment against my bare skin, just where the swell of my tits begins. Warm, and dry, the lightest touch.

I glanced at you, your head angled down, eyes fastened on his fingers, your gorgeous lashes and the shadows of your face captivating me. His other hand at my neck, his thumb stroking under my ear and I looked up at him again. He brushed a line over my cheek, leant down to me, his lips so close to mine. Uhh, the lightest kiss, asserting his ownership of me. Thrilling, I glanced sideways at you; staring into my eyes, your lips turned up at one corner.

You made yourself at home on the sofa in our suite, looking exactly as though you belonged there; a picture of relaxed anticipation. Grinning at you, I kicked off my shoes.

His hand a soft caress at my throat, stealing my attention away from you. Warm fingertips trailing down over the skin he’d exposed, his eyes consuming my vision.

CM(nearly)NF

And though he’s seen me naked so many times by now, had intimate views of me in so many degraded positions, had his cock in my arse more times than I have fingers. And though I am wearing the lingerie he sent me, that reveals more than it hides at his request, and his look is pure hunger; I still found myself feeling acutely shy. Reluctant now it came down to it, to reveal myself.

“Take it off,” he said, flicking another button open.

My cheeks flooding with warmth I unbuttoned my coat and with a hitch of my breath, I let it slip from my shoulders to the floor. 

His eyes travelled down, over my stocking clad legs and up again, lingering at the tops of my thighs, my exposed cunt, cinched waist, and finally my tits, pushed up, and so clearly visible through the sheer, tight lace of this corset he had gifted me. And his obvious appreciation made me feel so damned horny, so fucking powerfully sexy.

I glanced back at you, you smiled at me, still emanating relaxed anticipation.

He stood there staring at me and I was acutely conscious of my near nudity, and you both being fully dressed. I fastened on to this, let it roll and fill my mind, feeling my subservient disadvantage. Uhh, such hot, hot heat.

The Corset

Moving, I stood in front of our friend and looked up at him through my lashes.

I should say here that I had put on make-up for this occasion, sultry smoky eyes and that very deep red lipstick that you love to see when my mouth is wrapped around your cock. 

Reaching up my arms, I clasped my fingers around his neck and pressed my body to his. His hands ran down my sides, exploring how the corset felt. We were staring at each other again. I could feel his dick through his jeans, hard against my cinched stomach and I pressed myself to him. 

His hands travelled up over my torso, to my shoulders, fingernails tracing paths along my bare arms. He took my wrists into his hands, tight and vice-like, and pulled them away from his neck. 

He took a half-step back from me, captured both wrists in a single hand in front of me. I did not struggle. His other hand came up to my cheek, wound into my hair next to my ear and he lowered his head, ahh and he was kissing my neck, long and lingering, licking, sucking, and biting, marking me with his passion. His hand was tight in my hair, pulling my head back, so I couldn’t escape him. The strength of his hand bruising my wrists. And it was exactly what I wanted.

Exposed and Groped!

His grip on my hair slowly loosened, relaxed, his hand travelled down to the side of my neck, his thumb pressing lightly into the hollow at the base of my throat and he straightened. Again, we were looking at each other, staring. His eyes all hungry passion, shining darkly down, his grip on my neck increasing. 

He stroked his thumb upwards to press against my larynx. With my hands still captured in his bruising grip, and the strength of his hand on my neck, his power over me, uhh I felt my clit reacting, an excited pulsing that sent a shiver through my entire body.

He let my neck go, pulled my hands down to my sides, held them there.

“Don’t move,” he said. 

Then he took the material covering my tits into his hands and he ripped the tight lace of it open, right open from the top to where it met the middle of the corset. It astonished me and oh, my clit, I slipped into full-on horn mode.

He stroked his hands under these, my tits, that he had exposed. He lifted them from the torn lace, and holding my eyes with his, he ran his thumbs back and forth over my nipples. On and on he went, and his tease was hardwired to my already achingly empty cunt, uhh my clit was pulsing with each stroke. Still, he continued.

Under his gaze, my breath hitched, and I squeezed my legs together. Only then did he stop. I looked at you again, you were still lounging comfortably, but your eyes had become lustful.

Getting him Naked

He just stood there then, staring at me again, so I reached for his belt, and he let me. That gorgeous sound of leather dragging over itself until it was hanging open. He let me undo the buttons of his jeans, and pull them down his legs. Let me help him step out of them and guide him to the bed. 

I pushed him down onto it. He slipped his t-shirt over his head, and I got onto my knees before him, pulled his socks off, so he was completely naked. Looking directly into his eyes, I kissed his feet, breathing my warm breath on them, letting my chin run lightly over the ridges above his toes. His dick was pulsing in my peripheral vision and my eyes were drawn. And I so wanted to get that thing in my mouth. I was so fucking hungry for it.

And Debasing Myself

Instead, I sat back on my heels, raised his foot to my mouth and sucked his big toe in, mmh watched his lips parting, surprise in his darkening eyes. And like he has done to my fingers so many times, I teased his toe in my mouth, letting his heel press against the softness of my tits. I could see from his face, how much my debasement excited him.

His toe slipped from my mouth, and I gave him a half smile, sliding his foot down over my bared tits, my boned corset to the soft rug I was kneeling on. Trailing kisses up his calves to his knees and onwards up the front of his right thigh to the crease at his hip. I was between his spread legs now and I looked at him again. His eyes were cast down on me, his lashes long on his cheeks and his look was pure hungry desire. Sensuous, dark and intense. 

Taking his cock in my hand, and keeping my smoky eyes fixed on his, I stuck my tongue far out from my reddened lips, and licked the precum from the tip of him, lapped at that most sensitive part of him, his frenulum, never once breaking eye-contact. My other hand wrapped around his balls, fingers stroking the skin behind them. And when his breath caught with a grunt of sound, I slid my mouth down over his cock, let him see me take him completely in, until my lips brushed the skin at the base of him. 

Rearranging my body, I got up on all fours; I wanted him to see my ass swelling out from the bottom of the laced-up corset. Wanted him to get maximum viewing pleasure of this hand-crafted, made-to-measure gift he’d given me. 

And uhh, I was feeling so damned greedy for his attention, I wanted to see his appreciation, so I let his dick slip from my mouth and I looked up at him through my lashes again, found myself grinning at him, feeling heady and bratty with the power this thing was giving me.

He Debases me Gloriously!

“If you check in my bag, you’ll find something special,” he said. 

Curiosity piqued, I began to rise. His hands shot out, pressing down on my shoulders, and he made a negating noise.

“Crawl,” he said.

Uhh. 

I turned away so my ass was facing him and crawled slowly across the room, glanced at you as my ass passed the sofa. You were grinning at me, knowing full well how horny this was getting me, and I grinned right back at you.

I got to his bag, unzipped it.

“Ass in the air,” he said. 

I’d sat back to my heels. I raised my ass up. 

It didn’t take me long to find it. There was a silk bag under his clothes. It was bulky and I could feel the sinuous slither of chains against the smooth material. Again, I started to rise.

“I said, crawl,” he said. And there was a growl in his voice that made my pussy positively pulse. 

Taking the wooden handle of the bag between my teeth, I crawled slowly back, deliberately taking my time, the bag swinging from my mouth. And I could feel my tits swaying with my movement. Uhh, I was feeling so sluttishly wanton now. I glanced at you again and you acknowledged my eyes, returned your gaze to my ass, now side on to you.

I reached him and waited; the handle still clutched between my teeth. He took it from me and opened it, bid me take the contents out. I reached in and my hand closed around a chain, I stroked its coldness between thumb and finger. Pulling it out revealed a leather collar with two leather cuffs chained to it. 

The bag wasn’t empty, I reached in again and pulled out a suede flogger with a glass handle. The tails were long and sinuous, soft to the touch. I let them trail over my palm, before passing it to him with my best wide eyes and a smile pushing at the corners of my reddened lips, betraying my desire, uhh my need.

A couple of minutes later, and I was positioned by him on the bed. 

Humiliation: Shake It!

Picture this: I’m on all fours, or I would be, if the chains that attach my wrists to my neck were long enough. They aren’t. So, in truth, I’m on my knees and forearms, tits squashed to the mattress, my back arched in my corset. He’s trailing the tails over those parts of me that are now perfectly presented for whipping; thighs, ass and, mmmh, my pussy. I’m looking at you, we’re staring at each other, and your eyes are telling me their own story. 

“Shake it,” he says, “I want to see your ass bouncing.” 

I honestly had no idea that I could feel embarrassed by a request made of me, when I’m already so degraded. My cheeks flood with warmth. Your expression remains the same and I’m captured by your eyes.

His hand cracks upward, where my thigh meets my ass, a stinging blow causing me to tense and grunt. It’s followed by two more. 

You know when I said before that he’s not really capable of inflicting true pain, that I don’t think he has it in him? I was wrong. And it’s completely unexpected, and so damned exciting. Those blows were hard and stinging, moving me bodily with their force and there are tears in my eyes. I actually feel punished, body braced against his power.

I shake it.

Your eyes switch to watch the movement, and I wonder how I’m looking to you both now. 

“Better,” he says, and I hear the telltale swoosh of the flogger before it connects with my thigh. Mmhh.

Three more harsh cracks of his hand rain down and my whole body moves away from him through the sheer force he uses. I automatically move my hands forward to brace myself, yanking the collar with them, pulling at my neck.

And oh, ow, how it stings.

I stifle my voice, catching the cry in my throat with a grunt and I shake it again. I shake my ass, bucking it up and down, feeling my flesh wobbling and moving, despite the tight position I’m in. 

Through the pain he’s dealing me, I become completely aware of what he’s doing. He’s giving me everything he knows I love in sex, everything that really gets me off. He’s giving me a living fantasy. I’m staring at you still, through this realisation, and you choose this precise second, to lock eyes with me again.

“Good,” he says, and this one word makes me feel unutterably happy, I grin at you through my tears. 

A Fantasy

He whips me then, with that gorgeous flogger, and I can tell he’s been practising. His swing is steady, and the tails kiss my ass so sweetly. I wonder if he has had someone to practice with. I imagine him whipping another woman and it slips me into a fantasy, my eyes closing.

There’s another woman next to me, she’s tied in exactly the same position as me. We’re not alone, the room is full of people. He tells us to shake it, and we do, this woman and me. Her ass is as big as mine and we’re making a proper exhibition of ourselves. He begins a double swing, a flogger in each hand, and they connect, first with her ass, then mine, over and over.

You’re taking bets, which guy will come first. Two men are positioning themselves on their knees at our front ends and we are instructed to wank them off. This is the deal; whoever gets the guy to come first will be untied and treated to a royal feast, his dick followed by his mouth. The other will become just a set of fuck-holes for all the guys in the room. 

Now, you already know which I’m aiming for. But there’s a problem. If neither of them comes within five minutes, or either of us stops shaking our asses for more than five seconds, the deal is off. 

The seconds tick past and we’re both wanking our guys, slowly. I glance at her, catch her eye. She’s aiming for the gangbang too; there’s this rivalry between us. It gets difficult to concentrate, with the ass shaking, the rhythmic kiss of the flogger and the careful edging of this dick in front of me. 

You count off the minutes, when it gets to four, we both abandon our casual wanking and really get to work on these guys. 

Her dude explodes all over her face and our buddy stops the whipping. My guy decides he’s going to be the first using one of my fuck holes, and he rams his dick into my mouth, just as I feel a properly hard dick intruding in my cunt. 

The crowd press in on me, groping, wanking and getting ready for their turn and, jealously, I watch her taking his sweet length into her mouth, his hand on the back of her head, holding her steady as he thrusts his cock rhythmically down her throat. Through the throng, I glimpse you at the far wall, biding your time, and your eyes glitter at me.

Coming back to myself, still shaking it, that wetness has dripped all over my inner thighs and my whole backside from the top of my ass, where it swells from the corset to my mid thighs is glowing with warmth from the whipping he’s administering. 

The thing is still swishing, marking me more heavily with each stroke and I’m grunting now, not trying to hide the pain from him. This constant movement is just driving me higher, but it’s hard to keep going. The pain is so distracting, I find myself freezing and I whimper, close to an outright sob. I snap my eyes open, waiting for the next cracks of his punishment for not shaking it. 

It’s gotten darker. You’re sitting forward now, and your eyes are glittering at me from across the room. 

Bringing me Down

Before I can even consider uttering my safe word, I feel him kissing my upturned ass. His hands stroke over it, and he begins a soft barehand spanking, bringing me down, oh, so deliciously down. He makes sure to spank my plump thighs, interspersing this all with massaging caresses. His spanks become lighter still and his fingers get closer and closer to my pussy with his stroking. I’m not grunting anymore, I’m sighing out my pleasure.

He helps me up to kneeling. And with a last look at you, I turn to face him. He undoes the cuffs at my wrists, leaves them dangling from the collar. His hands cup the sides of my head, and he strokes his thumbs over my cheeks, through my tears.

“Thank you,” I say, smiling up at him. And I mean it, I feel so damned grateful.

“You’re going to fuck me now,” he says, and I hear you relaxing back in your seat.

His dick is still flooded with his desire, and I do so want to feel him inside me. He lies down on the bed, gives you a look that is positively gloating. I glance at you, and you beam back at me, you didn’t miss that.

Provoking Him

He gestures, and since I’m at his feet and he so clearly enjoyed it earlier, I take a big toe into my mouth again and tease him, long and languid, letting him wait. He gets the same slow approach up his legs, kissing his skin through his hair, deliberately licking it against the growth. 

His thighs are hard under my tongue. I creep upwards over his body, let my tits tickle around his dick while I kiss his stomach, his chest. His nipples slipping around under my tongue. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind him, a wanton mess of tear-streaked mascara, lipstick still perfectly in place, tits bared above the cinched corset, the lace hanging in tatters around them.

My cunt is positioned over his cock now, and I rub my clit against him, smearing him with my copious wetness. I catch your eyes in the mirror, you’re smiling at me, your face a mesmerising beacon in the dimness of the room. I smile back at you, then lower my tits down to his face, rub them over his beard, until he grabs one and directs the nipple to his mouth. My lips part. His tease, as always, is exquisite and my cunt reacts, getting wetter still. 

Lowering myself, I reach behind me and grab his dick. Holding it steady, I slip the tip of him inside me. Just the tip, making my thighs work to hold my position. He comes up onto his elbows, so he can keep my nipple in his mouth, and at the same time, he drives his hips up into me, slamming his cock against my cervix, and he lifts my whole body with his power. I collapse forward over him, catching myself with my hands either side of his head, my nipple pulled rudely from his mouth.

I’m trying to regain my balance, but it’s impossible. He shifts under me, grabs my waist and throws me down onto my back beside him. Rough and hard, it startles me, though it shouldn’t.

He gets up, a huge sinister shadow beside me, and I play along with it, trying to get away from him. But of course he doesn’t let me. Can you see me grinning through the darkness of the room? He bodily spins me, so I’m face down and straddles me. In the mirror, I see his silhouette towering over me. He leans down and takes the cuffs into his hands. Then, he pushes his dick between my smarting ass cheeks and rams it into my pussy. He’s pressing down on my thighs, but I arch as much as I can to invite him deeper in, slut that I am.

Breath-Play

Slip-sliding in and out, my wetness is the only noise in the room, it’s a sordid, depraved noise, beautifully humiliating in my present mental state. He builds up his speed until he’s slamming into me, and tears come to my eyes again from the depth of the fucking. It’s not so much pain as almost unbearable pleasure.

Then he pulls on the chains attached to the collar and it becomes difficult to breathe. His control over me is ultimate; he uses me as he knows I love to be used. Driving deeply, ruthlessly fast. His grunts join the wet-sounding slapping noises. Unable to breathe, I reach my hand up to the collar and pull it away, against his strength and he loosens his hold over me for just a moment. I gasp in air, a few fast breaths, then he pulls it tight again. It’s enough. And this extra thing he’s doing, this extra control he’s exerting over me flips me into a new state of arousal. I feel myself building up with his violent exuberance.

The next time he lets me breathe, I look at you, my hands clamped onto the collar and him fucking into me from behind. You’re sitting forward again staring at me, I blink at you and your stare dark desire back at me. In the shadows below, I glimpse your dick, uhh delicious.

He draws the collar tight again, and the inability to breathe adds to the pleasure of his relentless pressure on my g-spot. The tears are standing in my eyes, my pupils dilated. I pull at the collar, and he lets me breathe again, a moment’s respite, before he tightens his grip.

He’s pistoning now, thrusting hard, ploughing into me. The pain perfectly countering the forced pleasure, I can hear from how he’s grunting that he’s going to come.

You Join In

You stand up, fisting yourself slowly and I want your dick in my mouth. I stare at it, lick my lips. He lets me breathe again.

With a final grunt, he rams his cock into me and holds, comes hard inside me, and I feel him spasming, spasming, his breath hitching and releasing in time. A few final, gentle thrusts, and he pulls out, his come spilling out of me. 

Again, he helps me sit up. He lies down beside me and pulls me over him. I’m on all fours and my tits are hanging down over his face. Reaching between my legs, he begins to massage his come and my slick wetness over my clit with a thumb. Uhh, it’s so intense.

You’re on your knees in front of me now, dick presented. He rubs his face back and forth over my tits, his beard prickling at my sensitive nipples, until I’m desperate for him to suck them. 

You’re looking down at me, at your cock thrusting between my rouged lips, and I glance up into your eyes. Uhh, he begins sucking my nipples, and he plunges some fingers into my cunt, his thumb merciless on my clit. He’s playing my body perfectly, and I feel myself building to the edge. 

You see it too, take my head between your hands, I tip, groaning, moaning around the length of you, coming hard, my hips bucking on his hand. When I’m done, you hold my head still and fuck into me deeply. He does not stop any of his actions and it feels so fucking good. 

Still moaning around your dick in drunken aftermath, I feel the first hot jets of your jizz. You pull out and spray at my open mouth, then push inside again, and so gladly, I milk the last drops from your still spasming dick.