Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Furniture” Dear Sir, I have news to tell you. I recently composed and produced some music about healing. It was First Dom, who told me I need to heal and now I am through my words. You know how playful I can be with my words, right?
Here I am, My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom Sir.
My back is perfectly straight and I am holding completely still; my breath is uncertain and shallow, as though I do not know what the movement might do. You can feel my heart pounding and pray that it doesn’t cause any vibration.
It feels like I have been there for ages when I hear you clear your throat and stand up.
Silently, I pray that the timer will start soon, but you laugh as if you know my mind. I jerk involuntarily when you press an ice cold bottle of beer against my naked side, groaning as the pyramid of cards topples, earning me a spanking and another round of the game.
Dear Sir, do you want to be the Submissive in this story? Let’s begin…
I blindfolded you and bound your hands behind your back.
When I met you at my door, I had a very devious and playful look in my eyes. I allowed you to pin me to the wall and smother me with deep kisses, all the while massaging you between the legs until your cock was straining at it’s leash.
Abruptly, I pushed you back and told you to drop to your knees. Seeing the look in my hazel eyes and curious where this would lead, you complied. With the blindfold tightened and your arms bound behind you, I pulled you up and roughly pushed you forward into my living room.
Your knee bumped against something, is it old arm chair I keep in the corner?
I continued to push you forward and when you hesitated I pushed you again,”Get up on it. Now!” You tried to climb into the seat but I wrenched you over to the side, positioning your sexy body so that you were straddling the arm of the chair.
“Get down on it” I firmly ordered, pushing down on your shoulders. Soon your crotch was resting against the firm cushion, putting a not unpleasant pressure your cock. “Now, you’re gonna rub it out, right here, on this chair, while I watch, do you understand?”
You thought about resisting for a second but your cock protested, you wanted to get off and knew there was no hope of anything else until you followed my orders.
You began to rub yourself, awkwardly and hesitantly, until you heard the click and whir of my camera. Oh fuck, you thought to yourself as you see me documenting this moment where you hump a chair to get off. Your hesitation turned to enthusiasm as your desire to please me, to perform for me, overpowered your pride. Just the way I love you, Sir.
