[majinman]

I've recently written a bunch of stories for a few friends of mine, and I figured y'all might like them too. A bunch of discipline, some public sex and humiliation. My friends in question loved the shit out of them, so you might too.

You're puttering around the house, cleaning, straightening up, whatever, when you hear a knock at the door. A bit embarrassed you decided to forgo the bra today for comfort and your nipples are visible, you go to answer the door, where you see me grinning, somewhat maliciously. "Sir!" you squeak, "I wasn't expecting you for a few more hours! I'm a mess, inside is a mess, I'm sorr..."
"Shut up, sl*t," I growl. My hand wraps around your throat as I press you into the doorframe, forcing my mouth to yours. You try to murmur something about your neighbors seeing, as my free hand slides under the waistband of your leggings, but a quick slap across your face and a forceful yank to the front of your shirt with the hand that was around your throat shows you who is in control here. Tits out, someone else's fingers buried deep in your pussy, you start to shudder pleasurably. I move from your mouth (my tongue exploring your mouth, biting and pulling your lower lip as your breathing quickens), I move to your neck and ears, nibbling, biting, letting your mouth open to moan your pleasure. Your hands, as if by their own accord, seek the fly of my shorts to caress my growing cock. You unbutton and unzip me, taking my throbbing member in your hand, to stroke it. I pull away from your neck, slowly pull my fingers out of your pussy, and stick them in your mouth to clean. You suck your juices off my fingers as I step back to look at you. Your shirt is pushed down around your waist, and the flush from your cheeks spreads very nicely down your breasts, as you realize how much you're on display.
"Will you come inside, Sir?" you pant. I motion for you to lead the way, and quicken your pace with a firm swat of your behind. Once we're inside, and I've closed the door with a nudge of my foot, I grab a fistful of hair to stop you. Three more quick swats of your ass makes it jiggle in a most appealing way, and you sigh in contentment. A yank up and then a yank down pulls your thong very deep in your ass, and then your leggings down past your thighs.
"I always liked looking at your ass, girl. Shake it for me." You lean against the wall and twerk for all you're worth, moving all of the right parts in all of the right ways. Leaving another handprint on your bare ass, I lead you to the TV area, where I sit on the couch.
"May I...may I service you, Sir?" You ask, kneeling before me.
"Not yet, sl*t. Go get your supplies." You start to rise, but a firm hand on your head pushes you back down. "On your knees, girl. Bring your supplies to your Master on your knees." You scurry away on hands and knees, legs glistening, to get what is needed for your pleasure and your punishment.
A few minutes past, and you come back, still on hands and knees, handcuffs and riding crop in your mouth. You place both in my outstretched hand and lean back into a squat, spreading your legs. I walk around you, examining you. My dick caresses your cheek, and you try yo kiss it, but a quick slap puts you back in position. Disdaining the handcuffs, I pull a long length of dark blue silk cord from my pocket.
"Arms behind your back," I bark, and you comply immediately, elbows touching, breasts thrust out, nipples hard. I begin binding your arms, not loose by any means, but not tight enough to cut off circulation. Chuckling softly, I yank up your thong again, and loop some of the silk around it, pulling it tight against your juicy pussy. You squirm a bit until a nipple pinched and twisted convinces you to stop. I pull two clothespins from another pocket, bringing a squeal of delight to your lips. I apply them slowly, watching your face and breasts flush again as the waves of pleasure begin. Your eyes flutter and close as everything takes hold, mouth opening slightly as your breath quickens. I use this opportunity to thrust my engorged cock between your lips. You begin to moan pleasurably around the meatlog in your mouth as I pound your throat, your tongue working to bring me even more pleasure. Hands buried in your hair, I fuck your mouth long enough that you lose track of time. You're shocked when I jerk your head away, only to feel my hot load splash all over your chest and tits. You're grinning hugely, proud of the size of the load you were able yo produce from my dick, proud you were allowed to suck me off at all, happy to have some of me on you. "Clean me up, girl," I say, breathing heavily, pleased with you. "And don't forget the balls this time, either." You quickly start licking my shaft mumbling around your mouthful "No, Sir. I won't, Sir." As you're focusing on my balls, my still-hard shaft laying across your face and one of your eyes, I caress your cheek with a thumb and say "You've been a really good girl the past few weeks. So good, in fact, that I think you've earned a collar." Your eyes light up, and I can hear you grin as you thank me profusely, giving my cock one last going over with your tongue, my seed cooling on your breasts.