1. L's Story


    Date: 7/20/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gushkinbanda, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    and waited for him there in the kitchen. On his return, he fastened the cuffs on her wrists, gently kissing them first, and ankles, kissing her intimate area as he knelt down. He chose a wine and filled his glass and she carried it to the table, placing it at his place and kneeling beside his chair, holding up her wrists. He sat down and attached the cuffs to the ring under the table, tracing his fingers down her arm and kissing the top of her head again. He cut his food and told her about his day and asked about hers as he alternated taking a bite and feeding her. Her heart sang in her ears as it always did at these times. She felt so possessed, so kept, so protected, so loved. "And when are you seeing the doctor, Little One?" "Shit!" she said quietly. Panic set in, she had forgotten to make the appointment. He sighed, setting down his silverware, pausing a few moments, taking a sip of his wine, sighing again, then speaking... calmly... too calmly. "Little One, while I am disappointed that you clearly forgot to make your appointment, mostly because it's important that you take care of your health, I am much more disappointed that you cursed. Something will have to be done about this right now." He stood and went to the kitchen, returning with the bottle of dish soap. He opened his pants and pulled out his erect cock. Her breath caught. It still surprised her that he always seemed to be excited. He told her, over and over, that she excited him, especially naked. It was just ...
    hard for her to believe. He dripped 3 drops on the head of his cock and looked down at her. "Open your mouth, Little One." She could smell the scent of the soap over his scent. This was excruciating. Something she loved, something she longed for, mixed with something she knew would be awful. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his thick, hard cock, holding her breath and hoping she could avoid tasting the soap if she was careful. He was having none of that. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed it into his crotch until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and she gagged on his cock. The acrid taste of the soap flooded her mouth and she gagged again. She pulled back. Well, she tried to but he only let her move her head back far enough to cough on his cock. She breathed in deeply through her nose and smelled the clashing scents again. When the coughing stopped and her breathing calmed slightly he began to thrust into her mouth, spreading the soap throughout her mouth and causing it to slip down her throat. She was starting to panic again when he stopped and pulled out. "Breathe deeply through your nose, Little One." He waited while she did. "Are you with me, Little One?" She nodded, tried not to swallow too much soap, and opened her mouth again. Cursing was a habit she loathed and desperately wanted to stop. They had agreed that she was never to curse and that there would be no second chances or leniency. She would suffer this as gracefully as she could. He ...