Whoop That Trick

My lover of the moment, QT Geek, continues to surprise me. We recently reconnected after a 2 week hiatus.

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I receive a text.

          "It's time for your punishment".

Of course, I'm curious as to what punishment means. Should I envision myself getting spanked? Will I be handcuffed? Am I able to give punishment, too? My mind wanders right up until I arrive at his house.
As I pull up, I receive another message.

          "I'm the punisher and you will do as I say."

Okay, now my mind is going wild with imagining. I enter and we commence with pleasantries; he offers drinks. He initiates good conversation. We move from his living room to the kitchen. We continue our pleasantries....

"You are here to serve me!"

Within a few short minutes the roles and rules changed. I attempt to leave the kitchen and QT Geek blocks my movement. I give him the side eye.

           "I did not give you permission to leave."

What? Before I know it, he's grabbed my wrists and is holding me against the wall. He stated that

           " When you walked into the door, you assumed the role as the submissive and I am your master."

As he talked, a slight smirk formed on my face. Shit! This was turning me on.

He leads me downstairs. He commands that I drop to my knees. As I bend down, he pulls my face up and tells me to look into his eyes. He tells me to trust him. He tells me that pain is pleasure. Over the next thirty minutes, we go back and forth between my dick sucking and him suckling of my breasts! As his lips and tongue tease, kiss and bite my nipples, my pussy is throbbing and soaking wet!




He instructs me to bend over. He holds my arms behind my back and spanks me with his Omega paddle. With each swing, I felt both. Pleasure. Pain. As promised. He commands me to respond to any questions or comments, "yes-master". He tells me that he will not accept "no" for an answer. As each minute passes, I become more and more his submissive.

Finally he commands me to rise. And then he slaps me. He slaps me real hard across the face.

There are no more commands, just silence.

He walks me to my car, wishes me a good night and promises to check in later in the week.

My mind is scrabbled. What the fuck just happened? I liked the pleasure of pain. I enjoy the fact that I've found someone who enjoys my kinks. I am thrilled with the idea that I finally met a man who takes care of things- a HNIC! So why am I feeling dirty? Why are tears running down my face? Did he cross a line? Am I actually willing to lose control by any means necessary?

"The first rule of Fight Club is...you don't talk about fight club."

Now writing about it, on the other hand...well, that's different.

A friend of mine asked me to house-sit for her on the weekends for the next month or so. Of course, I jumped at the chance, considering the unfortunate circumstance of still having my ex as a roommate. When I agreed, she threw in the kicker, "By the way, you should invite Mr. Mellow over... I'm sure you're dying to get your freak on!" Um, hell-to-the-yeah! She didn't have to say more! LOL, I was wondering if her ass had rigged up some cameras or some shit to record what she knew was going to be a smackdown of epic proportions!

"The second rule of Fight Club is -- you DO NOT talk about Fight Club"

Mellow and I had been speaking on the phone about kicking my submission to him up a notch, as well as pushing the rough play a little further. The last time we had been together, I told him to slap my face when we were getting down and he cautiously tapped my cheek. I teased him, letting him know that if I could take him choking me with his dick and hazing my ass with paddles and whatnot, he could hit me harder than that. Yeah..I talk to damn much.

He was more than happy to keep me company at my friend's empty townhouse and had arranged to fly in late Friday evening, giving me enough time to finish up at work and get it all primped and pretty by 10 p.m. to pick him up. Before he left home to go to the airport, he called me and said, "You ready, baby?" I told him I couldn't wait. I was on my way home, after getting my nails and toes done and filling my kinky shopping list. Time to shower, and get ready to make a run to the airport...I still ended up late. He called me just as I was taking one last look in the mirror and asked, "Where you at, girl?" I told him I was sorry I was running late. I was leaving the house now. He hung up. Ohhh, he was a bit pissed. LOL. So I took one last puff of my kush, checked my ta-tas in the mirror and rode out.

I picked him up. The original plan was for him to drive so I could give him head while we were on the way. He was a bit miffed that I was late, so he threw his shit into the backseat and got in the passenger side. I tried to make small talk, but he wasn't having it. He was upset, and told me that I would "pay for that bullshit". So here's where I talk too much again, "Ooh, what, you gonna beat it up now? That's what you said last time, and you barely tapped me." I was so full of shit, cuz I knew he had some tricks up his sleeve, I must be a masochist for real. He mumbled, kinda under his breath, "Yeah...talk that shit now."

At the house, we barely got in the door before he pushed me to my knees and around my neck, he placed the black leather collar and leash (strategically placed just inside the front door). If he hadn't pulled his dick out, it would have bust his zipper open. I think the sight of me on my knees in front of him with my dress falling open and in straight-up slave mode got him more than ready. I could barely get my gag reflex in check before he was mercilessly fucking my throat.

Just as I thought I would choke to death, he pulled out of my mouth and lead me to the bedroom. Bending me in front of the bed, I was instructed to grab my ankles as I was spanked with the other end of the leash. More like lashings, he alternated between the leash and his hand, at some point, he pushed me over onto the bed. Roughly, he flipped me onto my back and wrapped the leash around his fist as he pushed into me and pulled me up into his chest. He commenced to fuck the shit out of me, while lamenting about how I was late picking him up, and how I had talked all that shit. He said, "Yeah, I could smack the shit out of you right now." I said, "Smack the shit out of me then." He said, "What the fuck did you say? Did I ask you to say something to me?" He pushed up in me hard and deep and just as I almost let an "Ahh" slip out...WHAP! He slapped the living shit out of me!

So there I was, laying there and silently moving my tongue around in my mouth, making sure all my teeth were still in tact, when WHAP! Another slap. Ok, see... now this was NOT what I was expecting! I was trying to decide if I should tell him that shit really hurt, or just concentrate on the fucking I was getting. Pain. Dick. Pain. Dick. WHAP! Before I could come to a conclusion, this muhfugga slapped me a 3rd time. I had to tap out, I was scared I may have to make an emergency trip to the dentist in the morning. Surely, my jaw was dislocated...Surely.


"The third rule fo Fight Club -- someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over."

I put my hand up to my face to block any further abuse and told him he had to stop. "Don't stop fucking me," I said. "Just please don't slap me again!" He smirked and said, I told you not to talk shit. He pulled out and flipped me over and pulled me up onto my knees, letting go of the leash, he grabbed a handful of my locs and banged me crazy. I was clenching my jaw, feeling like I had been in a bar brawl. I needed to take a break. I started to work my muscles around his dick, trying to milk out the ending of this thrashing. I bucked back onto him and he pushed in deep and grabbed my ass with both hands as he let go.

Afterward, we lay there, sweaty, dry-mouthed and spent. (Me, with an ice pack pressed against my jaw...) I had no idea what just happened. My jaw was hurting, I have bruises all over my ass and back. What the fuck just happened?

He looked at me, and with his eyes, he said, "I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge."

To Be Continued...

Have you ever had knock-down, drag-out sex?

How I Missed Sheba's Birthday Night Out (and other plans that went awry...)

So I had been looking forward to Saturday all week long. Even though Sheba wasn't sure what we were getting into, she promised debauchery...and I was all for it! It was also a happy coincidence that Mellow was going to be in town, and I would get to finally make him pay for his recent misbehavior (see Silly Jumpoff...post). I had reserved a hotel room, so that it would be easier for me to cum and go, so to speak. Mellow was going to accompany me out on this night of debauchery, and I wanted to make the most of this night, so I called him. "Hey Baby, what time are we meeting up?" was how he answered the phone. "Just get your shit together and meet me at Hotel X in an hour," I said, and hung up. I let out a shit-eating grin as I thought about what I had planned. I went to pack a bag and shower, get the nani fresh for the lickin'..

I checked into the hotel and went to the room. I had a chance to straighten my corset under my cute strapless black dress. I glanced down at my 5 inch hot pink strappy heels with the sexy strap around the ankle and smiled again. He wouldn't know what hit him. Then my phone rang. "Hey baby, I'm here." He was so oblivious that it was kind of annoying. But, little did I know...

I gave my corset a tug, straightened my dress and opened the door. He was smiling (this pretty boy was always smiling) and I was stone-faced..though melting in my thong...he tried to kiss me and I stepped back, told him to come in and locked the door. He asked me why I was being so serious, "You can't still be mad about that bullshit from the other day, are you?" I didn't even answer his ass. I went and sat on the edge of the bed and he came over to me. I looked at his pretty ass and told him he was going to have to do more than smile to make up for that bullshit and he said, "Sure baby. That's why I'm here." He leaned down to try and kiss me and I told him to start lower. He smiled, and kneeled, thinking I was telling him to suck my pussy, I pushed my pink heel against his chest and told him "Feet first." He looked at me, and then my french manicured toes, and kissed each one. He seemed confused by the straps on my heels, so he left my shoes on and kissed the top of my foot, ankles and then up my legs. He kept going up, and when he got between my thighs, he lifted me up a bit and removed my already SOAKING thongs...

He went to town. He knows I like clitoral stimulation best, so he purposed teased around that area while focusing on fingering my pussy and tongue fucking me. He worked his skilled tongue in and out, bringing me to a shuddering orgasm. Just as I was cumming off of the first one, he pursed his lips around my clit and began to suck, as he pushed a finger into my asshole and pushed upwards. He kept sucking and fingering my second hole while I came again...twice. While I was trying to gather myself for the next step in my plan, this muthafucker flipped the script. I didn't have a chance.

He came up to me as if he were going to kiss my breast, but then... he reached up and put his hand around my neck. He pushed me backwards onto the bed and said, "Fuck this shit, I am running this shit. What the fuck you think I was going to let you curse me out and tell me you fucking other muthafuckers without coming here and fucking the shit out of you girl.. Still choking me, he said, "Now unzip my pants so you can take this dick!" I swallowed hard, already in a trance, and reached down to unzip his jeans, his huge hard on making the task difficult as hell. I felt his dick flop onto my thigh, then he let go of my neck and moved up to straddle my face. He squeezed my cheeks and told me to swallow his dick. I didn't have time to play with it like I usually do, in one fell swoop, he was in my throat. I barely had time to gasp for air as he ferociously fucked my face.

After he was satisfied I had sucked him enough, he stood up and pulled me to a sitting position. he grabbed the top of my strapless dress and pulled it down, painfully taking my corset with it. I winced, and told him I was wearing a corset, to let me take it off. He grabbed me by my locks and pulled my head down between my legs as he unhooked my corset. He took off my clothes and started to push me onto the bed as I said, "Wait, my shoes.." He damn near growled at me, "LEAVE THE SHOES ON!!" I didn't say shit. I laid down and while I was trying to adjust a pillow beneath me, he got between my legs, pulled my ankles up near his face and pushed up into me. He banged the shit out of me like that for a while. Silently. Then he dropped one leg, pushed the other up to my chest and leaned into me. He moved my face so that he was staring into my eyes and he said, "So you want to go and fuck other dudes, huh?" He emphasized this question with a deep thrust, not letting me lose his gaze for a second. He kept moving slowly and began talking to me. Telling me that he was pissed that I was giving this pussy to another guy. That he was sure this other joker couldn't fuck me the way he could. He held still and said, "So why are you fucking me now...and not him." I was silent. He thrust a few more times and then he slapped me clear across my face. WHAP! What the fuck, I was stunned. He said, "I fucking asked you a question. Why am I pounding this pussy right now and not him?" I quickly answered, exasperating and face still stinging, "Because you're the best, Poppa..." WHAP! He slapped me again and said, "Oh yeah, I'm the best? Well, does he fuck the shit out of you at least?" He leaned down and tongue kissed me. "You deserve that. With pussy this good, I hope you're not letting no wack ass dude fuck you."

He kissed me again and then told me to turn over. I rolled onto my stomach and WHAP! He slapped my ass. Hard. He pushed into my pussy and pulled me up onto my knees, pushing my back down into a deep arch. WHAP! He slapped the same cheek again... about 8 times in a row. Pounding my pussy from behind and pulling my hair, he kept spanking me, until I was close to tears. He kept going until I felt him slow down...what he does right before he cums, to make that last moment last longer...He pulled out and told me to kneel in front of him. I did, I opened my mouth, knowing what the next request would be. He stroked himself about two times and then let loose all over my lips, cheeks and tongue. He reached down and patted me on my head, "Good girl."

What the fuck just happened?

I checked my phone. Missed call from Sheba. My bad, girl.


When was the last time you were slut-fucked?