Heat from my embarrassment of having just been caught quickly spread across my face. Jacob was well aware of these…urges. He also did his best to encourage them. He never made me feel bad or guilty about having them. Jacob did what many Doms would do; he loved me for me and tried to meet all of my needs.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” I shyly admitted.
“I’m glad,” Jacob laughed heartily as he walked towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to kiss me. His kiss was playful, and as he flirted with the laces on the back of my corset, I felt the hardening of his cock against my thigh. “If you had heard me, I might not have been treated to such a sexy sight,” he added when we pulled away from the kiss.
“Well,” I began and reached down to rub my hand along the length of his cock. “I can tell that you enjoyed what you saw,” I acknowledged with a playful smirk.
Jacob’s laughter filled the room. I could listen to him and watch him laugh all day long. The sound of his laughter brought me so much joy. Despite him being fifty years old, laughter seemed to turn back the clock.
“Tell me, Elise, what did the pillow sub do to earn the kiss of your crop?” Jacob teased and played along with the scene that I had all laid out.
He unsnapped the snaps from my strap-on harness, causing it to fall away to the ground. The loss of the strap-on harness left me standing in my boots, corset, and fishnet stockings…my crotch-less fishnet stockings.
Another deep, sexy laugh rumbled from Jacob’s chest. He playfully swatted one of my ass cheeks and then said, “Open.” I took a step to the side, parting my legs for him. Jacob cupped my pussy and then laughed again. He pointed out the very obvious, “You are so wet, Elise.”
His hand felt divine as it moved along my soaked folds. My lips were pouty, and my clit screamed for attention. Jacob hadn’t inserted any fingers and was pressing his palm against my pussy and stroking his fingers along my lips.
“So, Elise, what did the pillow sub do?” he prompted again.
“He was very bad.”
“I see. So, you were correcting his bad behavior?”
I always felt a little silly playing along and telling him what scene I had worked up in my head while he was at work, but Jacob always asked. I think he always asked because he genuinely wanted to know. I also think he got off on it too.
“Yes, I was correcting the naughty young man,” I admitted.
And it was typically a young man that I would reprimand. If I wanted a really sexy, hot scene where I just wanted to come, I would conjure up a scene with a young man or woman that I dominated. I’d have the vibrator at the ready, and it was an easy task. But my more extreme days of the extreme were of me disciplining a naughty man.
“Tell me what the naughty man did,” Jacob requested.
He pulled both of my breasts up and out of the corset so my hard nipples sat atop the corset fabric. Jacob ran the pads of his forefingers along my aching nubs. When I hadn’t responded to his multiple requests for the information, he pinched each of them. The pinches caused a burst of energy to run through me.
“Ahh!” I moaned at the quick, sharp pinch.
“Well, Elise?”
“He came before I told him to,” I informed Jacob of our mock scene.
“A young man that isn’t well trained would probably have a difficult time controlling his cock around you. Especially when you’re prancing around in this corset and boots.”
“Don’t forget the stockings,” I reminded him.
Another deep laugh erupted from him.
“No, I won’t forget the stockings.”
Jacob pushed two fingers into my drenched pussy while he pinched and twisted one of my nipples. He knew damn well what he was doing…and I loved every moment. My body and mind reveled in the pain, and it only made me wetter.
“Tell me more,” Jacob insisted as he began to finger fuck me slowly and with deep strokes.
“Not only did he come without permission, but he also came on my new comforter.” I smiled as I made up the story of transgressions. Jacob’s fingers continued to drive me towards the edge. “I took the crop to his ass for spilling his cum too early,” I boasted.
“I see. Might I make a suggestion, my darling, Elise?” Jacob’s fingers were still moving in me, and now he had just started teasing my clit with his thumb. I wasn’t going to last much longer. Certainly not after the day of edging that I’ve had.
“Of course,” I panted.
“You might need to put the young man in a cock cage,” Jacob offered up his suggestion while pinching my nipple hard now.
