Another Play Night Pt. 2 of 5 [M/F] [20s-40s] [GFE] [Fdom] [Msub] [Teasing] [Fingering] [Denial] [Slapping] [Paddle] [Name Calling] [Foot Play]

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Another Play Night Part 2 of 5: The Memory is Just Out of Reach (There’s Trickery Afoot)

Instead of starting off in bed like the last two times, she had me stand in the middle of the bedroom. She’d already had my t-shirt and boxers laid out and I smiled to myself when I noticed they had just come out of the dryer, all warm and smelling fresh. It was a nice touch and I thought if she was planning something that involved a lot of cuddling, since it was getting pretty cold out, what with the hemispheres shifting in relation to the sun and all.

I stood there for a bit, my mind going over numerous scenarios that would be all warm and snuggley. Strangers trapped in a blizzard and needing to keep each other from freezing? Maybe… Christmas elf? That seemed a stretch, but would explain the bags of stuff she ran through the living room with when she got home, big enough to hide a costume.

My pondering ended when she came into the room, wearing an outfit that was very familiar. Tight gray tank top, small flannel shorts, thigh high socks. I looked down and realized that, in fact, these were the same boxers that I had been wearing That Night (how the hell had she remembered that?). Aside from her flannel shorts and presumably panties (the ones from That Night having been unsalvageable from the events that transpired), these were the exact same clothes we were wearing. The only major difference this time was she had her hair pulled back into a pony tail, with some loose strands hanging from the sides, framing her face.

The initial sense of excitement and nostalgia that came over me were overshadowed by a sense of foreboding. It was one thing to be in charge of that situation, it must have been an entirely different experience on the receiving end. The edge of her mouth curled up in a cruel smile as she saw the look of realization spread over my face.

“It looks like you’re already getting some idea of what I’ve got in mind for us tonight.” She was holding a large black plastic bag that was bulging in places behind her back. “I’ll go ahead and refresh you on the rules.” After placing the bag on the bed with the sounds of plastic and metal clacking together, she added, “Not that I think either of use is ever going to forget, but I don’t want to give you the ability to plead ignorance.” She orbited around me, eyeing me from head to toe. “Aww don’t look at me like that. I imagine you’ll have *absolutely* no problem keeping up with ‘widdle ol me’. So I shouldn’t have any reason to hold back, should I?” She said the last part after stopping directly in front of me, staring directly into my face. I nodded.

She began to open her mouth like she was about to say something and stopped, shaking her head and smiling to herself. “Rules first. You are to do what I say,” she reached out and ran her finger over my chest, “when I say it.” For the first time I noticed that her nails were more claw like than they had been. They had never been long, but at some point she’d sharpened them and they glistened with what I later learned was nail hardener. Her hand moved up and she traced my jaw. “And!” She took my jaw in her hand and forced me to look her in the eye, “No cumming, and no *touching*, unless I say. Are. We. Clear.” She patted my cheek with each final word for emphasis.

I nodded again, “Yes…”

“Uh, uh! Yes, what?”

“Yes…mommy?”

She slapped me hard across the face, leaving me bug eyed. “Do I look like your fucking mother? I fucking hope not with that tent you’ve been pitching, you nasty boy. Or maybe you are in to that…” She looked me up and down like she was viewing me in a new light, “We’ll have to get back to *that* later.” She grabbed my face again. “You will be addressing me as ‘Miss’. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss!” I said as her grip caused my lips to pucker, the points of her nails pressing slightly in to my skin.

“Good. I thought about ‘mistress’ but it doesn’t flow out well enough for my liking and I want you to be able to answer me quickly.” She released me. “Now that the preamble is out of the way.” She walked back over to the bag on the bed. “We can get started.” She reached in and pulled out a hand paddle that was much smaller than the one I’d used before, this one with the word ‘slut’ cut out of it so that it would leave a very distinct impression when used.

“I went ahead and got one of these that was more my size,” she mused, looking it over. “The other one is a little too heavy for me and I don’t want my arm to get tired in case you decide to be difficult tonight.” She resumed circling me. “Let’s start with the basics,” she got close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating off her clothing matching mine. She purred out in a sinister voice, “Have you been a good boy?”

My mouth opened but nothing came out for a brief moment. “N-no, Miss.” I finally landed on, not sure if there even was a right answer.

She stopped circling and looked up at me quizzically. “No? Why… whatever did you do?”

Again, my mind filled with uncertainty. Going back over the evening, it suddenly became clear that she *had* actually been fucking with me earlier. “I was having naughty thoughts about you, Miss.” I replied, looking straight ahead and preparing myself for the smack I was sure to receive.

But it never came. At least not yet. “Well, enlighten me. What kind of naughty thoughts were you having?” She surprised me again by sliding her free hand along my side and across my back, almost comforting me.

“I, uh, I saw your breasts when we were eating dinner.” My eyes were moving while I tried to think. “Um, Miss.” I finished.

“That’s it? That doesn’t seem like it was your fault, just seeing something that was in front of you. Is that all?” She inquired with curiosity in her voice.

“No. Um, I also, I glanced down… and saw a wet spot… on your pants, Miss.”

This answer actually made her laugh out loud and she smirked at me. “You saw a wet spot.” She switched to her babying voice, “And you had a widdle stare.” She suddenly closed in and pressed her entire body up against mine. I resisted the incredible urge to touch her, reminding myself of the rules. She whispered in a seductive tone, “Maybe I wanted you to see how wet you were making me. You ever think of that?” She pulled away and began tapping the paddle against her palm. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, babe.”

I really wasn’t sure what she was digging for at this point, but her attitude let on that she was looking for something. “I… I was having dirty thoughts about you. About what I wanted to do to you. Miss.”

“Mmmm, yeah you were. It was hard not to see that club you were packing since I took off my sweater.” She really noticed it that early on? “And felt it too, when you were doing everything you could to keep from humping my leg.” She slid the edge of the paddle down my chest. “So what, *exactly*, where you thinking that was so ‘awful’?”

“I was thinking about… grabbing you and squeezing your tits…” I felt awkward saying it out loud, like a kid caught looking at porn and told to describe it while everyone in the room stared at you.

“And?” She started sounding impatient.

“And… I wanted to… go down on you…” the way my mouth decided to describe it made the childish analogy even stronger. She continued to stare at me. “And I wanted to… to fuck you. Miss.”

Fuck me how?” She poked me with the end of the paddle.

“I wanted to bend you over the couch and take you.” I was starting to feel my cheeks flush in addition to the sore part where she’d slapped me.

“But you can’t help thinking those things either, can you?” she was expecting an answer.

“No, Miss?” Where was she going with this.

“That’s right. So what *did* you do that you actually had control of?”

I must have looked like a fish out of water the way my mouth was gaping, trying to come up with an answer.

SLAP

She’d gotten tired of waiting. The surprise and shock more than the actual impact made me jump. Not that it didn’t hurt. Both sides of my face were now stinging.

“The answer,” She stated sternly, “That you are comically looking for, is ‘NOTHING’!” She ran her nail across my cheek, hard enough to make me wince. “You were rock hard and I was *clearly* in the mood, and you didn’t even bring up what you were thinking.” She reached down and gripped my cock through my boxers, holding it firmly but not too hard. “You could have been pounding my already wet cunt with this while I was begging you to cum in me, but you didn’t and I had to go without. Did you need me to hold up a sign?! Send you a text?!”

“I… I…”

“What was it that was stopping you? Tell me!” The directness and command in her voice was completely new. She’d never been this intense, even when bitching someone out over the phone.

“I… didn’t want to spoil things for tonight, Miss,” I stammered.

She looked up at me like I was an idiot. “Spoil things? You didn’t have any idea what tonight was gonna be. I didn’t bring most of this stuff in until I got home after work so unless you’ve been reading my mind,” out of nowhere she slapped me again, “You didn’t know shit!”

Other than some playful punches in the arm (and that one time she headbutted me) she’d never struck me before, much less slapping me full in the face several times in the space of ten minutes. My brain was starting to wander down the road that maybe she *was* actually getting back at me for That Night and she’d been holding this in this whole time, letting it fester, secretly resenting me. The idea that she might have been hiding all this made something in my stomach squirm.

When I’d planned it, I’d never intended things to go as far as they did. I just wanted to do some teasing, some edging, maybe break out the paddle if she started to get in to it and things heated up (not even necessarily using it). The cloths pins and candles I had stashed away were being saved up for feasible future Play Nights (those weren’t hard to come up with excuses for if she stumbled on them). But when I noticed that she was completely disconnected from what was going on around her after I scolded her for cumming without permission, the direction shifted. The entire time I was washing her in the shower, I was panicking, thinking that I had fucked things up big time. When she started coming out of it I had to leave the room to think about what the hell I was going to do next. I was about to call the whole thing off and go right to the aftercare, hoping I could maybe sooth whatever damage I had potentially done, but trying to find out what could have caused her to react that way made some things she had told me, and things I had noticed, click in to place. So I pushed, maybe too hard.

Nothing after That Night showed any indications that she was holding any resentment. If anything, she seemed even more affectionate than before, like she was able to open herself up to me in new methods. But here we were, my face burning and her voice commanding.

“I…” my voice was showing my uncertainty, “I was worried you didn’t want to and you’d push me away.”

She examined my face, her mind working as she studied me. “Well,” her voice had become more measured, “that is certainly very naughty of you, and selfish.” Even if I did have a response to this statement, she hadn’t given me permission to talk.

“You’re aware of the drill. Now I have to teach you a lesson. The question is, what kind of lesson is going to stick with you?” She tapped the paddle against her lower lip as she pondered. “It would be a little unoriginal to just do the same thing that you did to me, tease your cock, edge you, make you beg while I suck you. And it wouldn’t quite be fitting. But I do think I have an idea… Sit!”

Obediently, I sat on the floor. She left and returned with a big stack of towels (fuck, she had insisted on doing laundry the night before, but it hadn’t registered in my brain because we were running low on clean linens). As if she knew what I was thinking, she stated, “Yeah, I picked up a few things last time and made sure we’d have plenty of these if we needed them. I actually snuck some into the dirty cloths basket over a few days so you wouldn’t notice to get laundry day to line up with tonight. Even rubbed them on my crotch before getting in the shower each night in case you got some wild hair to give them a sniff test.” Holy shit! I’m dating Moriarty (Holmes would never have rub things on his dirty junk to fool me).

The shocked look I had put a smile on her face and a little jaunt in her step at having successfully bamboozled me. She plopped the stack of towels over by the closet and took a couple off the top. One she spread out at the foot of the bed, the other she covered the edge in front of it. She had me get on my knees on the one on the floor, her hands lightly tracing over my shoulders each time she passed by as she moved around the room, getting things in order for the next part. Her light touches seemed to be making my skin even more sensitive.

She retrieved both her vibrator and one of her dildos from their hiding spots, tossing the faux phallus on the other towel and moving over to me with the recently redubbed Brutus (Et tu?). She clicked it on low, switching to pulse.

“I seem to remember this setting coming in handy once.” She smiled down at me slyly. “This little turn coat is finally gonna have a chance to redeem itself.” This didn’t seem entirely fair since ‘Brutus’ had serviced her various times since I had wielded it. “Here is what’s going to happen. You are going to set this under your perineum and sit on it while you keep your hands at your side. No touching yourself. No moving at all.” she stroked my hair and smiled down at me, “and no touching *me*.”

I positioned myself, the humming pulse of the vibrator stimulating under my balls, pressing up into me so that I could feel little waves at the base of my shaft. Overall the sensation was pleasant but not overstimulating, with the pulsing keeping me *just* out of range from getting used to it over time. She then sat on the other towel at the edge of the bed in front of me, her legs spread, giving me full view of her. “You like resisting your urges so much, it shouldn’t be too much for you to watch as I give in to mine,” her expression was both alluring and devious at the same time.

She began by running her hands over her own body, feeling the skin of her neck, tracing over her breasts as they strained against the tight fabric of her top. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible as the poked out. She moaned and shuddered as she began to move one in circles, her eyes looking into mine as she started breathing heavier. The faint whiff from earlier was becoming much stronger this close to her groin as I smelled the scent of her nectar beginning to flow freely.

“Fuck, you got me so horny earlier. You kept me waiting for you to make your move…” She bit her lip as she gave her left nipple a pinch. “I wanted you so bad… Wanted you in me…” Her hips began rocking moving slightly closer then further away from my face. The pulsing between my legs was beginning to be more than just a pleasant hum as all the blood in my body seemed to be rushing to cram its way into my straining cock. “Now I have to do it all by myself…” she let out a little whine as her hand caressed her half exposed belly. “You could still be sloshing around in here right now if you’d just acted when you had the chance…”

My whole body was tensing up. The strain of forcing myself to obey her, to keep from grinding my hips on the vibrator, not reach up and sooth my raging erection, not dive between her legs and beg her for forgiveness with my tongue inside her. My breath was starting to become stuttery when she moved her hand down between her perfect, inviting thighs, stroking herself through the soft flannel fabric of her shorts. “Did you like calling me a little slut? A little tease? That Night? Hmm? Tell me.”

I gulped down the saliva that had been building in my watering mouth, “Yes, Miss…”

“Mmmm, me too… How about I show what a tease I really am…” She pulled apart her shorts and panties, trailing sticky strands, to reveal her freshly waxed pussy and anus. Both openings were completely free of hair or blemish, smooth and soft and covered in her juices. She’d already begun dripping down her crack and on to the butt of her panties by the time she revealed what she’d done on her extended lunch brake that day. While it wasn’t the first time, I couldn’t remember her ever going completely bald and never as far as to make her ass look as clean and pink as it was now.

“Oh? Like what you see? He certainly seems to.” Her eyes motioned down to my cock, sporadically twitching. “Bet you wished you’d had a peek earlier now, don’t you.” Her fingers began gliding over her slippery lips. “Had a chance to go right in and taste it, feel how fucking soft I am right now…” She moaned as a finger found her hard clit and began rubbing. “Oh my god, I’ve never been this soft before… It feels like I’m covered in warm lube…”

My eye had begun to twitch slightly as the static position was becoming exponentially harder to maintain. “Aww you’re struggling sooo hard to stay in control, baby.” She let out a loud sigh as she dipped a finger inside herself. “Here, as a reward, I’ll let you have one… little… taste…” Her finger scooped out as much as it could and moved towards my mouth. Despite knowing that it wouldn’t help the situation, I couldn’t stop myself form taking it in to my mouth, sucking on it greedily. “There you go… There’s my good boy…” she cooed as I savored the taste of her. She was so delicious I couldn’t help but let out a little moan. “That good, huh? Let me try.” She slid two fingers in this time, giving them a nice coat, before putting them in her mouth and licking them clean. “Fuck, I am tasty, aren’t I. No wonder you like going down on me so much.” She grinned at me, knowing full well how much I loved the flavor of her juicy cunny and how much she liked licking my face clean afterwards.

“Fuck it, I’m done playing around.” She announced as she pushed her two fingers back inside and began rhythmically pumping herself, rubbing her nub with her other hand as she went all in. “Oh shit! That’s what I needed… that’s what this hungry little pussy wanted… Fuck! Needed to be filled… This feels soooo good!” Her hips were already bucking as she masturbated right in front of my face. I could practically feel the heat coming off of her as she made herself cum inches from me. “Oooohoooh fuuuuck…”

She laid back on the bed, catching her breath as her body shuddered, her legs quivering as I got a clear look at the muscles of her opening clench. She slid her fingers out and sat up on her elbows as she again began cleaning them off with her mouth. Glancing down at my apparently pleading face, something seemed to occur to her that caused her eyebrows to furrow slightly. “Mm? What’s that look? You want some more too? Hmm,” She sat fully up. “I seem to recall when someone pulled some thick cream out of me and *didn’t even bother to share*!”

It took me a moment to realize what the hell she was talking about. By the time I figured it out, she leaned back and planted her foot right on my face. “Now to make up for it I want you to lick my foot while I use my dildo, and don’t stop until I cum again, understand?”

“Yeth mith.” I said against her foot as it pressed into me. Feet wasn’t really something we talked about outside of the occasional massage. As I stuck out my tongue, she used my face to brace against as she reached behind herself to grab Sneaky Pete, giving it a good slather of her spit before adjusting her butt to get ready for it’s insertion.

She giggled a little as she looked down at me, “That feels so weird, but I think I kind of like it. I’ll have to write it down so I don’t forget. Now, ughh” she was able to slip the fake cock inside herself with little effort. Even her thighs were glistening as she began moving it in and out, opening herself up to its width as she moaned in satisfaction. “Yeah, keep licking my toes, you little pervert… Mmmm… Yeah… Fuck this feels so… different… And make sure not to tickle me, got it?”

I mumbled an affirmative into her sole as I continued to run my tongue over her toes as slowly and gently as feasible, adding discovering the taste of a woman’s foot to the new experiences of the evening. The ability to focus on doing something rather than just sit and watch was helping to distract from the strain in my loins, but that was almost completely countered by the wet slapping sounds of her hand pounding herself with the dildo. I desperately wanted her to let me replace that little impostor she was gripping.

My mouth was starting to get a little dry when she began breathing faster. “Fuck! Suck my fucking toes while I make myself fucking cum again!” She was able to jam the four smaller ones into my mouth as she furiously fucked herself, grunting louder as she tried to stuff it in as far as she could. I moved my tongue while I sucked, which was apparently enough to make her hips begin bucking violently as she came so loud I was pretty sure the neighbors were thinking “God damnit, another Friday night and those two are at it again (probably it was more ‘please shut the fuck up’ but whatever).”

“Oh! Wow! That was… Shit!” She looked down at me, here eyes wide and blurry at the same time. “Good job, baby! That was… somethin new.” I couldn’t help but feel a little bit proud of myself for a service well performed. She slid her foot out of my mouth, causing some drool to leak down my chin. She moved over to me and wiped it off with her hand, drying it onto the towel she was sitting on, then kissed me softly. “That felt really good. Thank you.”

She patted the shit eating grin that was plastered on my face. “Anything for you, Miss.”

Stretching, she looked down at my still straining cock and began sliding her still slippery foot along its side. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, whatever are we going to do about this…”

Continued in Part 3: Re-imagining the Tail (Why Does it Keep Coming Back to Moms)

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