Sofa, So Good

--- explicit sexual content ---


Sir has tasked me with creating a week-long series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.




Sir has left strict instructions for His sub whilst He is away - she is to keep His pussy clean-shaven and well-kept, and she is not allowed to play with, finger or otherwise stimulate His property; nor is she allowed, at any cost, to cum without His express permission. And upon His return, she is to be ready to serve Him.

It seems like a very long time to me, but at last the day of Sir's return has arrived. Sir's pussy is shaved and smooth, and i have missed Sir quite a lot. Sir's pussy has missed Him, too, and is already moist just thinking about His return. i have dressed carefully, as per His instructions, and when the door opens and He steps inside, i am waiting.

i keep my eyes trained on the floor and listen as He walks to where i am kneeling. i have assumed Position 1 - knees are shoulder-width apart, my hands palms-up on my knees, my head bowed. The open weave of my crotchless body stocking digs into my knees as i kneel there, and Sir's token glints where it circles my neck. i breathe shallowly, waiting for Him to pass judgment. Sir circles me, looking me over, and stops in front of me - i can see His feet and lower legs with my eyes cast down.

Sir grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my head back, and back, so that my throat is taut and i am looking straight up at the ceiling. i can just see Him from the corner of my eye. He holds my head there, tugging almost painfully on my hair, but other than swallowing loudly, i am silent.

"Are you ready for me, Kitten?" He asks. "Yes, Sir," i reply.

He tugs at my hair again. "No, I mean, are you READY for me?" He asks again. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, Sir, it is," i respond, and He releases my hair.

"Position 2," He commands, and i sit up tall on my knees, my hands laced behind my head, my eyes fixed on a spot on the wall. "Recite," He says, and i repeat my daily devotion for Him. When i finish, He walks to the couch and takes a seat, pulling one leg up on the cushions, and looks at me. He is quiet for several seconds, watching me as i kneel in position. Then - "Position 4," He says, and i swivel around on my knees so that my back is to Him. i open my knees and lower my upper body, so that my cheek rests on the floor, then reach my hands behind me to spread my ass cheeks open. And then, again, i wait.

"You remembered," He says to me. "Of course, Sir," i say.

Sir leaves me there, half-lying on the floor, in silence. My neck begins to ache where it's awkwardly mashed against the floor, and my leg muscles are feeling heavy and tired. i close my eyes and work on regulating my breathing, nice, slow, even breaths. Then i hear Sir's voice.

"Come here," He says, and i push myself off the floor and crawl over to the couch. i kneel next to His foot, and meet His eyes. "I think it would be a very good idea for you to suck My cock," He says. i work to pull off His pants and shorts, dropping them to the floor beside me, then i dive in and pull His cock into my mouth. He is half-hard, so i am able to take all of Him. One of my hands rests on His thigh, the other is flat on His stomach, and my tongue is tracing His length, tasting Him, swirling around Him. i feel Him grow harder, filling out, swelling and lengthening, and it's harder for me to suck Him. 

He places His hand on the back of my head, pushing me to take Him into my throat, and i try, i really do - but i gag and choke and my stomach contracts and i have to pull off before i vomit. i take a deep breath and swallow, then dive back in, pulling Him into my mouth again and resuming sucking Him. i pull my hand from His thigh and cup His sac, fondling His heavy balls, liking the feel of His smooth skin sliding across my hand. After several minutes my jaw is so tired, my mouth locked into one position, and the ache in my jaw is starting to really bother me. 

Sir takes pity on me, i think, because He grabs my hair and pulls me off His cock. When i meet His eyes, He says, "Position 3." I scramble to my feet - wobbling on legs that are half-asleep - and stand at attention in front of the couch, my feet shoulder-width apart, my hands clasped behind my back. Sir sits up on the couch and takes one nipple between His fingers, rolling and tweaking and pinching it, teasing it to a stiff peak which pokes out through the open weave of my body suit. A particularly painful twist has me sucking in my breath and yelping. He leans forward and takes it into His mouth, sucking that peak, and i feel myself getting wet. Sir's fingers steal between my legs and i shift my feet farther apart, allowing Him better access. He draws a finger across His pussy, testing it, and then rubs the clit forcefully, causing my body to buck and then buckle, and He snaps at me to stand up.    

i'm trying, i really am, but my body betrays me by bending forward to try and escape those relentless digits. Sir spins me around and smacks my ass, hard, as punishment, then sets me on my feet again. i blink tears from my eyes as His fingers delve back into His pussy and begin finger-fucking me. It is difficult to keep my feet, i tell you, with His hand pushing so hard at me and my body trying to bend, and my balance is off anyway, with my hands held behind my back. i stumble over my feet, half-falling to one side, and instinctively grab at Sir's arm to catch myself. Now i've done it. Sir spins me around again and pushes me forward, so that i fall to the couch, bracing my arms on the cushions, my ass in the air. And Sir spanks me, twice, two harsh blows that rock my body forward and pull two sharp cries of pain from me. My ass is throbbing where He's struck me, and there are definitely a few tears this time. 

Sir tells me to kneel on the couch, and i perch my knees on the edge of the cushion and position myself with my arms crossed atop the back of the couch. i am sniffling, both because my ass really hurts, and because my nose is stuffy. Sir's hand smooths up over my spine, and i jump when He touches me. He tells me to rest my head on my arms, and i comply, turning my face to the side. i feel Him plant one foot on the couch near my knee, and He bends over my back, His teeth nipping at my shoulder. i sigh and relax, then, and i feel His cock nudging at my entrance, seeking to push into His pussy. It's a kind of awkward angle, as Sir is so tall, and i shift my knees to try to help. After a bit of trial and error, i end up on my feet, but crouching, and that works. Sir's cock presses deep inside me, filling me, and it feels so, so good. Mmm. 

Sir begins to fuck His pussy, slamming in deep and pulling out, only to slam back in again. My body is rocking and i'm gasping with His thrusts, pushing back to meet Him. i'm so wet now that i can hear it when He fucks His pussy, feel those juices dripping out and trickling down my leg. And i'm close, so close, just a bit more now, and then Sir tells me i'm not allowed to cum. What?? 

i bite my lip and try to stave off my climax, but it's a near thing. And then Sir is talking in my ear - "Who owns you? Whose slut are you? Who owns this pussy?"  His words are nearly chanted, and in between my gasps and cries i choke out the answers He wants, that He is Sir and that He owns it all, all of me, and no one else can have me. That seems to satisfy Him, because He orders me to cum, NOW, and in just another moment or two, i do. My muscles clench and lock up, my hands dig into the back of the couch, my legs are trembling, and my voice is a long, drawn-out cry. Sir follows me a minute or so later, forcing His cock in deep, and i feel His cum spilling inside me. When He relaxes and pulls out of me, i drop to the couch, panting harshly and shaking. Sir half-falls to sit on the couch, and as soon as i can move i slide off the couch to kneel between His feet. i wince when my bruised ass touches my heel, and adjust my position to avoid sitting on the bruised area. i take His cock into my mouth and suck Him clean, clearing off all traces of His cum and my own juices. 

When i'm finished, i drop my head to rest on Sir's leg, still panting and trying to slow my breathing. Sir cards His fingers through my hair for several moments, then tugs my hair, so that i raise my eyes to His. "Go get on the bed," He tells me, and i drag myself to my feet. i have to adjust my body stocking, as it has twisted and sagged a bit during our couch session, then i stagger down the hall on shaky legs to the bedroom. i climb on the bed, resting on my side, and await my Sir. i can't wait to find out what else He has in store for me.