I Dream of Jeannie 01 One Year Minus One
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She has a dark imagination. She is wicked. She enjoys the game, the
torment... She is Depraved.
He has surrendered his orgasm, soon his sight, hearing, touch, taste,
smell, and so much more: he is deprived. They are...
Depra/ived
By: Mistress Dyvia
Chapter 1c: T-minus 24 hours til Night-R
So shopping is fun. Any girl will tell you that. You want to know
what's even more fun than her shopping for clothes? Shopping for sex.
So after all that talk and all the thoughts about the kinky sex I
wanted to have with Steve, I came home and there was an extra car in
the driveway. I mean seriously, what's worse than coming home from sex
shopping with the intent of having some crazy kinky sex with your BF?
How about his friends that just came over to play video games with
him... except it wasn't. It was my friend Alex, short for Alexandra,
not a guy friend, and she was in tears because she had a big bad fight
with her boyfriend. That killed my sex drive pretty quick. So I spent
most of yesterday afternoon and most of the night listening to her,
comforting her and taking care of her. She spent the night and
luckily, this morning her boyfriend showed up with a magnanimous
gesture of love and they left happy again... Well on their way to
being happy once again.
Of course, both Steve and I had real adulting to do today, so calling
out sick to our jobs to have kinky sex was not on either of our plans.
But.. you know, meh, cuz it still sounded like fun.
So I got home from work and not a big surprise, Steve was still at
work. He always made a comment about how he left earlier and got home
later and how he'd kill to have his whole shift fit right into my
shift. I would roll my eyes whenever he brought this up of course, but
he picked the job not me.
He finally got home, we ate dinner, he asked about Alex and I filled
him in on what happened in the morning about how her boyfriend showed
up, I gave him all the details of the 'great and magnanimous gesture
that won her heart. He laughed, so did I, but at least they were both
happy again, which meant that Steve and I could get down to a bit of
kink.
Of course, I'm sure we both had it in our minds, but we carried on the
first half of our night as usual. Did a few chores around the house a
bit of cleaning up and then snuggled up to watch a movie on the good
ol' NF.
When the movie was over I sat getting my head off his lap, and he stood
up and asked me if I wanted any desert. As you can imagine, as I had
been waiting a long time for an opportune moment, I smiled and in my
most innocent voice said, "Sure, but I'm thinking a little less sweet,
and maybe a little more you naked on the bed upstairs."
He paused and looked back at me, double checking that I was serious,
and a grim stretched across his face. "I think I could go with some of
that myself," he said casually as if I had suggested a flavor of ice
cream.
"Good, because I was afraid that sounded more hokey than seductive."
He nodded his head rapidly as if to agree with the 'hokey part.' "Well
it is part of your allure. You are the only woman I've ever met that
can make 'hokey' sound seductive..." He paused to think. "Or I'm just
too fucking horny to care... But I'd rather think it's the first."
I stood up and stretched. "Just go upstairs!"
"Yes, Ma'am!" He said as he turned and headed for the staircase.
"Yes, Mistress Lilah!" I corrected, I wasn't old enough to be called
ma'am, was I? Nope..
"Yes, Mistress Lilah!" he repeated as he reached the first step and
then said as he climbed, "I could get used to that."
I stopped stretching and walked after him a bit slower, pretending I
had more patience than him, "So could I." Though I wondered if
'Mistress Lilah should be the staple, or if I should go with the full
'Mistress Delilah...' I mean in mythological terms, she technically
broke a man by cutting his hair... Meh, I'd figure out the symbolism
later... maybe.
I followed up the stairs after him and found him already naked standing
next to the bed. I laughed, "That was impressively quick," and paused
as my mind added a quick tease, "I hope that won't be a preview for the
rest of the night."
He blushed a bit. "I just wanted to be ready for you, Mistress Lilah."
"Tsk tsk tsk..." I said in mock disappointment. "Don't you know, pet
steve, unwrapping the present is the best part of any gift."
He looked like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Let me
fix that..." he said as he reached for his underwear and started
pulling it back on.
"Stop right there, Did I give you permission to put clothes on?" I
asked with an authoritative voice that I was pretty sure did not sound
playful.
"No, Mistress Lilah..." He looked pensive. "What should I do?"
I thought for a moment and smiled, "Turn around and bend over, you get
a spanking for getting undressed without my permission and for trying
to put clothes on without my permission."
He took in a deep breath. "Yes, Mistress," he replied without much
confidence. Then he turned around and bent over slightly.
"Count them off, Pet," I said as I slapped my fingers across his ass...
"Eeek!" he exclaimed as he straightened up. "That actually stung."
"Then we start over, and add two more: One, for not counting off, and
another for not staying in position." I waited for him to bend over
again.
Crack, "One, Mistress." Crack, "Two, Mistress." Crack, "Three,
Mistress." Crack, "Four Mistress."
"Good, Pet, You may stand up..." I took a step back.
He did as I told and turned to face me. "Those actually stung a bit,
you've spanked me before in jest before, but they never had a sting
like that."
I smiled and nodded my head. "Let me see your hand." He held it up to
me, and I took it and turned it so his palm was up. I put my hand next
to his, and shaped it as if I was going to scoop up some water to drink
out of my hand... I turned it and slapped his hand. "Cupped hand is
blunt spanking, you feel the impact, but no sting." I reshaped my
hand, so that my fingers were together but my fingers were bent back
slightly... Then I slapped the palm of his hand. "Straight hand will
cause more of a sting, especially if you strike with your fingers
only."
He wiggled his fingers as if testing the sting in his hand. "Guess you
learn something new everyday."
"How cliche." I told him, but I still smirked. "You still want to go
forward as my pet?"
"You know I do," he said without so much as the slightest hesitation.
"Well if you want to be cliche, then so will I, your safeword is
'Pineapples.'"
"Got it, 'Pineapples.'"
I giggled for a moment. "Don't get too excited, I'm not going in full
dominatrix mode right now. Just a couple instruments added to normal
sex tonight. We will escalate this weekend if you want, but tonight
just let you get used to me controlling things, sound good?"
His head jumped up and down eagerly. "Yes, Mistress Lilah."
I walked over to the closet and opened the door, there were a couple of
bags on the floor. They were from my shopping trip the day before when
I came home to Alex... I shuffled a couple of them and started digging
through them mentally chastising myself for not being ready. I pulled
out a small length of rope, and a sleeping mask. I know, it wasn't
much, but tonight was not supposed to be about much, it wasn't even
about getting out of our comfort zones, but about getting into new
ones.
"Step closer pet and put your hands together and reach out." I stood
there quietly waiting for him to comply and he did so slowly. Just a
few steps towards me, and he put his hands together as in prayer with
his finger tips pointed at my chest, and stopped with his fingers just
a few inches from my chest.
I walked around him, nice and slow until I stopped directly behind him,
and reached up and pulled the sleep mask over his head. "Mistress, I
had no idea you liked blindfolds."
I giggled as I continued to walk around him again stopping where I had
begun moments earlier. "You will see more of what I like with each
night of play."
I took the length of rope and folded it in half, and then wrapped it
around his wrist a couple times. A simple knot later, I was pulling
his arms over his head, and folding them so that his 'prayer'
positioned hands were pointing down behind his neck. I brought the rope
around his lower chest just over his abs two more times, and then
spinning the rope around in the center of his back, I bought a piece of
rope up to where the rope had just left his hands, and used that to
straighten the length... And then across his upper chest, and then
the rest of the rope was used to make a bit of an overly ornate knot.
"This is a pillow tie..." As I walked back around him to look at his
chest I scowled, "It would probably look hotter if you had boobs..."
Even with the blindfold on, I was amused at watching his eyebrows dance
for a moment. "Sorry, Mistress," almost sarcastically. No, it was
straight out sarcastic.
I pretended not to notice, let out a slow and bemused sigh,
"Forgiven... This time."
"Thanks..." he said with a chuckle as I put my hand on his chest.
"Step back... step back..." I said with each slow step as I led him
back to the bed. I knew the pillow tie I put him into was not intended
to make for a comfy pillow despite what the visual aesthetic would make
you think. "I'm going to turn you and walk you back to the front of
the bed. And again I used my hands to turn him ninety degrees and then
pushed him back slowly telling him when to step until we passed the
corner of the bed. I visually checked to make sure there was nothing
on the floor for him to slip or trip on... then turned him ninety
degrees again and walked him back until he was just a step away from
the night stand. I turned him so his back was to the bed. "Sit back."
I paused, looked and scowled at my lack of planning. "Stay."
I ran around to the other side of the bed, and started piling the
pillows against the back of the head board so he could sit comfortably
even with that tie his arms were in... well as comfortably as he could
with that tie. A moment later I had ran back around the other side of
the bed, helped him fully onto the bed and did my best to help him
scoot over to the middle of the bed, and lean back against the pillows.
"Still doing alright?"
"Yeah, this feels a bit awkward," he replied.
"You are supposed to feel awkward like this," I teased.
"Then you are doing just great," he complimented with a little bit of
sarcasm.
I giggled a bit. "Your cock is as hard as a rock, so I can tell that
already."
"Touch?," he said with a grin.
I opened up a drawer and pulled out a condom. "Down to the last three,
make sure you pick some up on the way home from work tomorrow."
"Oh now it's all on me to remember the condoms?" he asked with a tease.
"Are you telling your mistress, 'no'?"
He paused for a moment. "Of course not Mistress Lilah, I would be
delighted to buy more condoms on my way home from work tomorrow."
"Good, Pet..." I said as I slowly rolled the condom down his hard
shaft... "Cuz, I'd hate to cut our fun short some night because you
were forgetful... or as I would likely call it... 'Disobedient.'"
"I will do as you command Mistress."
I straddled his legs and moved up to his dick, and took a hold and as I
leaned up above him, I pressed the tip to my own pussy and slowly
lowered myself onto him. "Mmm... that feels good, Pet." I shifted my
thighs in large circles for a moment until I got a moan out of him. I
paused, then I twerked a couple of times, again to his audible
approval. Then the traditional up and down movement until he moaned...
"That's right, pet. I know how to make you moan." I giggled as I
leaned in to him, well my breasts came closer to his face.. I had to
arch my back a bit, I did not have the perfect height for this the way
I wanted to do it in my mind. "Lean your head forward, find my
breasts..."
He did... and he kissed them, there was a muffled set of words that I'm
pretty sure was 'with pleasure, Mistress...' I smiled and let out my
own moan. My nipples were already hard, but the way he used his tongue
and teeth pushed them to a level of hyper-sensitivity that I always
reveled in.
"Stop," I told him. And he did, leaning his head back to stretch, and
I continued, "New game Pet, use your tongue, and I will move in large
circles, I demonstrated the same technique I used earlier to make him
moan... Nibble on my nipples, I will twerk my ass for you. Suck on my
breasts, and I will fuck you." I smirked, a little regretful that he
could not see it. "Understand?"
He seemed eager. "Very much, Mistress!" And he leaned his head
forward and licked my nipples and I moved my hips in circles... He
stopped to moan and I stopped as well. "I see what you are doing,
Mistress Lilah."
With a grin that I hoped he could hear since he could not see, "I was
being obvious, Pet." And his tongue was on my breasts again. I moved
my hips like a hula hoop master... well, hula hoop mistress... Until I
felt a little bit of a suckling action around my nipples and I
clenched my muscles and started moving up and down... I felt his teeth
nibbling and I stopped moving up and down , and held onto his torso as
I twerked my ass forcing his cock to go back and forth... back to
suckling...
He broke off after a few minutes. "Wait, I'm gonna cum."
I intesified my up and down fucking, "That's not your safeword." I
said and watched his face as he smiled... and then I went all the way
until he shuddered and yelled in pleasure... I slowed down but
squeezed my muscles, milking him for every drop his cock could squeeze
out...
I stopped for a moment, still impaled on him, and leaned in, resting my
head on his chest, and reached below to my clit and started rubbing....
"What are you-" he started to ask a question.
"Shh. Masturbating..." I whispered, chasing after it, I was almost
there.
"But I could-"
"Shh.. I'm gonna lose it..." just about the right rhythm... Just be
quiet... picture the things I'm going to do to him... Fuck, I wasn't
going to cum... focus... shit.. Gone... I growled... "Lost it."
"I'm sorry," he said...
"It's okay, I still enjoyed it." I leaned in and kissed him...
The next day we did our usual day things, and even most of our usual
evening things, but then it was getting late.
T-minus 10 Minutes til Night R
His restraints were now rolled up and left on a night stand, I got up
and walked over to the closet, and pulled out an unopened package that
I did not use the night before..
I looked at him and asked, "Hey, can you help me lift up the mattress?"
He nodded his head and positioned himself at the end. "What's up?"
"I have some restraints that I'd like to secure."
"That sounds promising..." he said with intrigue. He lifted when I
gave him the hand signal.
I placed the first set of straps just slightly passed the halfway point
and then the second much lower. "Yup. I'm going to call it 'Night-R'
or night of Roleplay."
"Night-R?" he asked with a quizzical expression as he put the mattress
down, "Yes, I will wear a hot dominatrix outfit, you will be
restrained... You will play you... I will play MIstress Dominique as I
use my evil mind control powers to convince you to leave your loving
wife."
"Wait... So Mistress Dominique isn't really your sister?" he asked as
I was already shaking my head. "But we aren't married," he added.
I shrugged. "It's roleplay night. It's hotter if I can make you break
your lifelong vow."
He laughed. "This is heady... and you planned this from the moment I
asked you about her, didn't you?"
I smiled, "Yes, but I know you like the mind control stuff like I do,
but before we start with the real mind control stuff, I want to see how
you like the pretend stuff."
To be continued.
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