Author’s Note: Hi folks, thanks for the warm response to Part 1. I’m making this series to enjoy writing in a less stressful way, and to share my ideal BDSM relationship built on trust and consent. I have a lot of ideas for Jean and Sabrina, and you can be assured it will be intense and healthy, brutal and consensual. Please enjoy!
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I’m standing naked — save socks and a collar — in the apartment of the most alluring woman I’ve ever met. That woman, Sabrina, inspects me like a half-finished painting, deciding what to change, how to progress, how to satisfy the two of us.
The evening air is cool, and my nipples harden like diamonds. Sabrina begins to walk around me, and I instinctively turn my head to watch her.
“Eyes forward, Jean.” She states with casual authority.
“Yes, Sabrina.” I face ahead toward a living room wall, zoning out while I focus on every sound around me. Each of her soft footfalls makes the heat in my stomach twist.
“Do three jumping jacks.” She commands.
“…Yes Sabrina.” I’m initially thrown off, but I comply. She giggles behind me.
“Just testing the waters. I like how your ass bounces.”
Still facing away, I tilt it up and back for her.
**SMACK**
A white flash of pain shoots from my butt through the rest of my body. I gasp masochistically, and from behind, her hand comes down and cradles the underside of my head.
“How was that?” She earnestly asks, directly into my ear.
“Good, great, Sabrina,” I let out a shrill breath. “Like I said, I’m masochistic.”
“Good girl.” She praises me, then licks the inside of my ear. My body seizes and I start shivering, then she goes in, licking it like a pussy, one arm reaching around me and squeezing a breast. I can barely stand up as waves of bizarre pleasure fill my body, baptizing the discovery of a new erogenous zone I never knew I had. I moan as I breathe, rapidly, like I’m vibrating.
As suddenly as she started, she stops, but holds me close. “Your voice is beautiful, did you know that?”
Appreciation blossoms in my chest. “Thank you, Sabrina.”
She slowly kisses my cheek, then says: “Stay.”
“Yes, Sabrina.”
Her hands slip away as she strides deeper into her apartment, leaving me disoriented and oh-so excited to feel what happens next. I hear faint rummaging, a box falling over, and a muffled curse. I can’t help but smile. It does nothing to ruin my mood, my feeling of raptured obedience. Everyone makes mistakes.
She comes back a moment later, having changed into a snug white t-shirt, braless underneath. Her breasts matched her lean frame, and I realized mine might be a touch larger. She’s still innovia escort wearing her black jeans, socks, and holds both hands behind her back, which make her boobs wonderfully prominent.
“Left hand or right hand?” She asks, excited.
“Um… Left, Sabrina.”
She holds out a small, pink contraption.
“Is that a chastity cage?” I ask.
“It is,” she nods. “Ever worn one?”
“No, but… I’ve thought about it before.”
“And what did you think about?”
“I…” I pause, lost for words.
“Good or bad?” She prompts.
“Good, it was good to think about… I guess you sort of understand the other side of it, how denial, restraint, frustration, makes sex so much better.”
She smiles. “I see you’ve got a silver tongue. I’ll note that for later.”
“Thanks,” I start, “I do a lot of writing.” And then I realize what she actually means.
“Very cool.” She acknowledges. “So we’ll start with the cage, and progress with the other thing later…” She steps backwards and puts something behind a wall, and it hits the floor lightly. My mind races with possibilities, but she approaches me with the cage, held up like a dog treat. Then she kneels in front of me, and wraps her lips around my dick.
She doesn’t suck so much as extract all the soaking cum which leaked out in the preceding hours, and when I orgasmed moments ago. She reaches around and grabs my ass, pulling me deeper into her mouth, as her tongue pushes and pulls and ravels me, still soft and weak. Then, with a pop, she releases me from her mouth, picks up the cage from the floor, and fits me into it.
It feels so… right. The hard silicone isn’t uncomfortable, its smooth texture and neutral temperature a perfect prison for my flaccid part. Then she gets to her feet, firmly grabs my hair, and with her face wet with our fluids, kisses me deeply.
She tastes so lovely. Her grip on my hair tightens as she forces her tongue down my throat, hers wrapping around mine. She presses her pelvis against the cage, and it begins to scream for contact, for release, and I feel a euphoric denial as her taste and scent overwhelm my senses. For a second she stops and pulls away, both of us recovering air.
“You can touch me, Jean. Just stay above the clothes.”
“Yes, Sabrina.” And she pulls me back in, the satisfying pain from pulled hair complimenting the agony of the cage and her suffocating tongue as it explores my mouth.
I claw at her back, squeeze her ass through the tight jeans, then finally touch her short, silky hair. She clumsily walks us forward and we gently slam into her wall, her wrenching the ipsala escort top of my hair, moving me around like a doll, while I gently caress her hair. We stay like this for countless long minutes, in which all my thoughts quietly melted away, leaving us in perfect, sadomasochistic bliss.
Eventually, she pulled her head back, and pushed me down onto my knees.
“Follow me.” She ordered. Her face was scarlet, covered in our saliva, her dark eyeliner smudged in every direction. She slowly walked to the couch.
I followed her, staying on all fours. “Yes, Sabrina.” She watched me as I followed, and I dripped from my cage, the excitement to serve her keeping me vigorous.
She slowly undid the button of her pants, and slid down the jeans. Her underwear were white with speckled pink hearts, and the bottom was more liquid than solid. She threw them to the side, and reclined like a queen on the couch, then gave a simple command.
“Please me.”
As I inched closer, her savoury-sweet smell magnified. Her pubic hair was short, seemingly naturally, and looked as soft as her head’s. Her vulva was engorged with arousal, and I could see her folds occasionally trembling.
“You can touch my legs in order to brace yourself.” She addended.
I looked up at her. Her pupils were dilated, and her breathing was slow and deliberate. She looked at me like she was starving, like if I didn’t make her cum she would explode. She didn’t just want me, she *needed* me, like predators need prey. I knew that tonight, she would take me apart and savour every moment of my joyous, pliable, masochistic soul.
“Yes, Sabrina.” I finally replied.
“Good girl.”
And with that, I slid my head forward, grasping her butt and pulling myself in. I licked upwards, long and slow, and grazed the tip of her clitoris. She moaned loudly and slowly, and I centered on her clit, alternating between firmly licking and gently sucking.
She grabbed my hair and pushed me in, adding “Keep doing this.”
I mumbled out a choked “Yes, Sabrina,” and she abruptly pulled me away, looking hazy and maniacal, and we looked deep into the other’s eyes.
Holding my head up, she rested the back of her other hand against my cheek.
“If I… slapped you right now… would you like it?” She hoarsely asked.
My penis strained against the cage, and it hurt so good. “Yes, Sabrina.”
She instantly slapped me, all sting, no concussive impact. It was so artful I barely noticed when she slapped me again, grinning viciously.
“Be a good pet and be silent. If I ask you something, either do it… or use noise. Understand?
I nodded iskenderun escort slowly, exhaling.
“Good girl. Continue.” She shoved me back down, and I repeated the cycle of licking and sucking. She pushed me in again, cutting off my air, then released me. Then again. And again. Again. My vision swam as she fucked my face, playing with my breath like a child’s toy. Somehow, I kept the cycle going. I was getting slower, sloppier, but she bucked her hips and grinded herself into my face, flooding my mouth as she arched her hips and erupted with a blissful shriek.
We were both in heaven.
Her hips sank down into the cushion, drenched from cunnilingus. She slightly pulled me back, letting me breathe between slow licks, slow sucks.
“Good… girl…”
I murmured thanks, still obeying the last order.
“I… want… to cum again…” She said, gently massaging my scalp while gently gyrating her hips again. “…But we should… take a break for water.”
She gently pulled me off her, and I slumped like a ragdoll against the couch. She planted a kiss on my temple, then shakily rose and fetched us water. I absently watched her go, slightly dripping onto the carpet as she went. In the moment she was gone, I let myself come back to reality. I felt the strain of my crotch, the soreness of my untrained jaw, the stinging of my cheeks and the bewildering exhausting pleasure which I’d dreamed of for so long. And now she was here, walking back, my saliva coating her inner thighs.
She clumsily sat down beside me, handing me a glass. I weakly took it and began to drink, realizing how dehydrated I’d become. She quickly finished hers, then put an arm over my shoulders. I pressed myself close.
“How are we feeling?” She asked.
I felt good, so I made a soft *mmm* sound into her chest.
“Ah,” she realized, “you can use your words now. I respect your diligence.”
I emptied my glass. “Thanks, I’m feeling… just, so, so good. This has been an incredible night, thank you.” I hugged her close, and she reciprocated.
“Me too, Jean. It’s been so long since I’ve had a hookup like this, it’s… hard to communicate about this stuff in the right way. Usually it’s way less… this.” She punctuated with an exaggerated gesture to me.
“You’re welcome,” I said, my tone slightly bratty. Then continued “I feel the same way. Especially when you like being knocked around, it can attract the wrong crowd.”
She nodded, understanding.
“But I feel safe with you.” I finished.
She squeezed me tighter and pecked me on the top of the head.
“Want to keep going?” She asked. “I feel bad that I came and you didn’t.”
I shrugged. “That’s pretty normal for me, it’s okay. I had a good time.”
She straightened, “If I could do any one thing for you, *tell me.*”
That familiar heat flared again, and I cupped then squeezed one of my breasts, a drop of milk coming out. “Well…” I said, while Sabrina licked her lips. “I have an idea…”
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