Political Punishment

Here is the winner of the competition last month. Will be on Lit in a few days, I'm betting.

This is the winner of the first Antarctican Writing Contest on my discord server. The premise was to give me an idea, a short story, an introduction, or anything at all, then I would make it into a longer story. So here we are. Congratulations to neegan, the first AWC-champion.

The politician in this story is a fictional character and everyone in this story is 18+.

Happy reading.

*

It had been a long lonely winter. Maybe not so much lonely per se, but a woman has needs. My husband wanted to settle down and start a family. Which was fine. I loved my family. He had such a beautiful body and soul, and he knew how to please me. What made my body tick. But why couldn’t he accept the status quo? He wanted to tone things down, to make our sex life more special. And by that, he meant not having sex too often, and to make it more romantic. It would make both the sex and conception so much more important. That was so long ago. So stress and family life had taken over instead of our sex life returning to what used to be its normalcy. I had been doing without all winter long, and it was a long cold winter. Thank God for Hitachi, heh heh…

It has been so long, though…

Then there were all these summits. The same template misogynistic old leaders who smelled of mothballs… always trying to grope me any chance they could get… Ewww. Had we not come longer in society? I was in the best part of my 30s, with brown hair and piercing blue eyes, and I kept fit. But just because I was a younger, hot woman in politics doesn’t mean I wanted to be subjected to such bullshit.

At this rate, I may have to rethink my security detail… My mind was wandering as I thought about my last night with Alfred, my loving husband. God, he would drive me wild! Such a tease. Not the biggest dick, but the way he used it… and how I got to ride his tongue… damn! A warm shiver ran down my back as I shook hands with my constituents and took selfies. My smile was truly genuine to where my mind was. Hahaha.

It was risky, they kept telling me, mingling with the throng of well-wishers. But their raw, unrestrained energy gave me goosebumps and tingles. How the people loved me, how they worshiped me. I swore I could have some of these guys lick my boots or even have them lick the ground I walked on. I bet I could. It was almost tempting. I loved being with my people, and they loved me back!

But sometimes that can get out of hand.

At one of these summits, as I leaned over to smile into the camera lens of a young woman's phone, taking yet another selfie, I felt a subtle brush against my backside. I knew my body drove men crazy, and some got pretty daring. But it was surely an accident. Besides, it wasn’t enough to cause me to check, to teach whoever it was a lesson, scold him and humiliate him in front of the whole populace. It was more likely an accidental wave of a hand… but I couldn’t help it. A shiver tingled up my spine. It had been so long since I had released this pent-up energy.

Maybe I should have dressed more conservatively… The thought wound through my mind as I remembered that under my loose-fitting dress, I had chosen to go commando today… I was feeling so naughty. After all, who would ever know? Who would ever dare question me?

I laughed it off with a small giggle, the populace ignorant, and leaned to my right for yet another selfie. A shy young man trembling in anticipation of me being in his close proximity. No doubt he was one of my admirers with an unhinged crush on me. I knew there were plenty of them. They had their place in the world. And if I knew them correctly, they’d wish it was under my high heel leather boots. I giggled again, and I felt the young admirer tense up. Poor guy.

There it was again! I looked back over my shoulder, but there were too many people crushed into me to discern any one person. Everyone squeezing in close for a picture. Gods! That brief swipe of the hand had me shivering in… lust. Was I truly so pent up that any such attention would rile me up? Me? The supreme leader? Fuck, I needed to blow off some steam soon. Daringly, I decided to play it cool. The attention wasn’t entirely… unwanted.

As I leaned over for yet another pic, my coat was casually lifted and the bold hand grabbed my right butt cheek. It was so warm. The large hand covered my cheek almost entirely… my hands grasped my knees as I swooned… my eyes fluttered for a moment as the audacious hand remained groping me, only my thin silk dress covering my otherwise naked behind. The dress didn’t help either, as the dress easily shaped to my curves as the hand pressed. My traitorous hips swiveled with movements of the unknown hand. And then without warning a subtle groan escaped my smiling, slightly parted lips as I had unknowingly started to moan softly. My eyes closed for a brief moment, taking in the pleasure of this bold molestation. Oh, the boldness.

I was pulled up for yet another photo. I reluctantly stepped to my left and pressed my blushing cheek into the smiling face of the pretty teen girl holding her phone up to capture our picture. Then another and another. The succession of pictures never-ending, and I shockingly realized I missed the warm touch.

I smiled as a mother begged me to get a group photo with her and her twin daughters. I of course said yes. As they all tried making their way through the throng, I was pushed slightly by the crowd from behind… and then I felt it again! My coat was once again being lifted, but this time, my thin dress was caught with it. Oh my God! My naked butt was now exposed? A wicked thought flared in my mind. “Was it the mother? Or the daughters?” The thought of being ganged up by a bunch of admiring girls did sound appetizing here and now. But no, the hand was much too large for it to be any of them.

But I wasn’t exposed for long. I could sense a large body close behind me as a warm hand once again groped my now bare ass. From one side to the other, squeezing , then pinching, lightly tapping, then rubbing. On its own accord, my ass pushed back into the stranger as my eyes glazed over at the sensuous touches from my unseen assailant. It was going to be a minute before the family made their way. I now stood nodding while the mother chattered about this and that, all the while my new friend became intimately acquainted with my naked ass.

The hand holding my coat and dress was now grasping my hip, as his other hand that had felt me up slid down between my thighs nudging them open. I did not acquiesce so the hand quickly spanked me, causing me to almost yelp and my eyes to pop open. Whoever it was spanked me again, then once more slid a large strong hand down to the cleft in my thighs and pulled. My legs opened, giving him what he wanted. Fuck, I couldn’t risk being caught in this position.

As soon as they spread, his hand cupped my smoothly waxed mound… I swear I heard a soft chuckle as he felt how wet I was. His middle finger pressed between my lips and his fingertip rested right on top of my swelling clit. I groaned once again as my hips were held in place by his other hand. When he began sliding his long thick finger through my dripping mound, my hips were subtly rocking back and forth in time with his ministrations. I realized to my horror that I was actually going to cum, and I was going to cum hard! The bastard! His finger slid back and when he reached my fluttering opening, he thrust straight into me. I gasped and grasped the shoulder of the mother, and she gave me a small nod, mistaking it to hurry her daughters up.

I was panting in time with his thrusts, and when he introduced another finger, my pussy gripped them tight as I orgasmed for the first time in months, and that was due to another person! He fingered me through my sudden orgasm, and as I regained my breathing his hand slid out of me and moved away. I felt fidgeting with my clothes, and then they fell back in place… I dared a quick look behind me but saw no one I could assure was my secret lover. Such a shame, I thought to myself as the twins finally were getting situated around me for the family photo.

As we shook hands and they thanked me, I quickly scanned the crowd for my handyman. I looked first at one handsome man. He had broad athletic shoulders. Piercing blue eyes, and a three-day shave. Jawline that could carve through a flock of girls like a warm knife in butter. Long, dark luscious hair, slicked to the sides in a rugged casual way. He could be a worn 20-year-old or a well-kept 40-year-old man, it was hard to tell. In some ways, he looked like a blue-eyed version of Keanu Reeves, though a bit heavier. I hoped to God it was him. He even waved! Smiling jovially as he waved toward me! I felt my heart flutter.

But he wasn’t looking at me.

He was looking at someone behind me. I turned. That’s when I saw him. Not the person the handsome man waved at. Someone else. He was not even four meters away from me. Taller by a head above the crowd, sort of ruggedly handsome, somewhat older, with his eyes smiling at me as he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them. Oh my, was this the guy? I wanted to confront the man. I thrust my hands into my pockets in frustration.

That’s when I felt something. A business card? Pulling it out, I saw a name and a number written on it. I looked up at the guy. He sees I have discovered the card and he smiles confidently and mouths ‘call me’. Then he nods his head and turns, effortlessly making his way through the crowd. Not doubting for a second that I would…

*

The summit lasted for quite some time. I died in the back of my car as my chauffeur drove me to my hotel. I was so beaten, but also so pent up. From months of my romantic husband neglecting a woman's need to just be taken once in a while, to my little escapade at the gathering earlier, I had a lot of tension that needed an outlet.

I thought back to the rugged man and his business card. I had half a mind to reach into my purse and find it. Have my chauffeur drop me off, then call an Uber for a little late-night fun. It had been so long since I had done anything like this. I had brought my ‘kit’ on the tour for some reason. So… I could. It would be easy, and no one would ever truly know.

But no. I couldn’t. I had a husband, and I was the nation's supreme leader, with more to come. I couldn’t be doing these things. Alfred may have joked that this was how I should treat my groupies. But this wasn’t a groupie. This was just some guy who got a bit too bold. The audacity! How fucking dared he? Such boldness… why did that stoke the fire even more? It was like a raging flame within me. It was like I couldn’t breathe. Why did he do this to me?

I suddenly sat in my hotel room. I had a plane to catch for Brussels tomorrow morning… but that wasn’t until ten. I held the cards in my hand, inspecting it. My heart rate increased every time I turned the piece of paper in my fingers. Fuck it…

I tossed the card aside and stood up, closing in on my suitcase. I found a nice set of black leather boots, a black top, a black wool sweater and some nice black on slate black pants too. And to make the look complete, I got one of my black hair bands and tied my brown hair into a ponytail. I marched over to the mirror and inspected my look. I met my piercing blue eyes that had most men crumble. Scanning down. Sexy. Ready for action.

I went back to the suitcase and found my big leather bag. My ‘kit’. I had not used it in a while, but if I was going to have fun, I was going to have fun. It had all the utensils a woman like me might need if out and about. Toothbrush, some makeup, some lube, some other things. I smirked. Yeah. This had to happen. I couldn’t stay away from such an opportunity.

*

I looked out the window, counting the headlights on the highway, as my Uber drove me to the address on the business card. The destination was in another part of town… I had never been in this area before, but at least the address led to a hotel and not some crackhouse. Not that I had anything to fear. I was loved by any and all. Even the opposition crumbled for me.

The hotel was a three-star, regular business trip kind of hotel. Nothing glamorous, but it gave some anonymity at least. I nervously sat looking at my phone, the stranger's number on the display. I was at a crossroads. I could call now and fulfill my desperate, up-to-now dormant desires. Or I could go back to my own.

Before I could reconsider it any further, I dialed the number, threw my head back to a more confident posture, and waited. Soon after the person at the other end picked up.

“I knew you’d call,” a confident gruff voice said on the other end.

“Room number,” I said determinedly. No dancing around here.

“My my, aren’t you straight to business. Room 135. Right of the elevator. See you so–”

I hung up and threw my phone in my leather bag and got out of the Uber. Before entering I made sure no one lingered around in the lobby before heading inside. The clerk at the desk didn’t even see me. It was almost like I had been doing this my whole life. Sneaking around. But no. This was my first. Me and my husband had jokingly talked about doing something like this, but for it now to finally happen? I shivered just at the thought. I wondered how Alfred would react to it all.

I soon found myself standing in front of the assailant's door. I guess I should’ve been more nervous, but for some reason, I wasn’t. Inside that door sat a stranger who had brutalized my personal space during the summit and then brazenly taken it upon himself to leave me with his number. Maybe he thought I was some sort of girl who slept around. But no. I’m a woman. If I went in there, I was determined that I was gonna get what I needed.

Slowly I raised my hand to the door and knocked. In a split second, it cracked open. Had he been waiting just inside? My my, as he had said himself… Behind the door stood the man from the summit. He no longer had his warm clothes. For some reason, he didn’t seem as big now. He was big, don’t get me wrong, but he certainly had been a bit padded up before. He gave me a smug, yet warm smile and stood aside. I didn’t meet his gaze, instead, I stepped inside as I hid myself cringing at his self-confidence. Why had I even agreed to this? I knew why. Those hands. Months of pent-up frustration. The right touch at the right time.

I let him take my coat and headed into the room. The room was decent. A half suite with a sofa area, and a sturdy desk. A small office space. And of course a king-sized bed. I stood by the bed and felt the cushioning, the suspension, but stopped immediately as I heard him approach.

“What’s your poison?” the man said, emerging from the door, and heading over to the minibar. His accent gave him away as an American. What did he do in this part of the world? Maybe some businessman sort.

“Whiskey,” I replied. I realized I was sort of snappy. If I were to get mine tonight, I should play it cooler. “No rocks, please,” I said, more friendly.

“Got it. I like a woman who likes her drinks raw,” he smirked.

I went over to the chairs and sat down. Watching as his big hands grabbed a bottle, and pouring a glass with ice and one without. He handed me the one without.

“Erh. This is bourbon,” I answered, nodding toward the Jack Daniels label.

“Heh, says whiskey on the bottle,” he chuckled. “Americans…” I thought but decided not to push it. I downed it regardless.

“Woah, careful there, girl,” the man said. Girl? Did he just call a world leader ‘girl’?

“Don’t worry, I can handle myself,” I answered and stood up. The man took this as a sign to move closer.

“Oh, I believe you do,” he said, moving into me. He placed his hands on my waist. “Nervous? We can play it slow, or we can–” He leaned and gave me a warm kiss on the lips.

I reeled back and slapped him across the face. He stumbled back, shock on his face. But soon his smile returned, even with his lip busted a bit, as he met my daggered eyes. The silly little thing thinks he can call the shots.

“Feisty,” he mused, rubbing his cheek. “So no kissing, then? You want to have some emotionless sex with a stranger, is that it? Cool. I can be your fling.”

“On the bed, now,” I commanded.

The man went over to the foot end of the bed and sat down, looking at me confidently as if to ask “What’s next?” If he only knew. I was determined to rock his fucking world. He had a hint of gray, but he would feel like a boy with how I’d have him tonight.

“I’m not some little girl. I’m a woman. I know what I want, and I will have it,” I declared as I was calmly moving toward him

“Really now?” he chuckled, leaning back on the bed, and unbuckling his belt. “How about I give you what you want?”

With a grunt, he shoved his big pants and underwear down to his ankles as he stood back up. Showing me his package. I raised an eyebrow.

“Impressive,” I complimented. He chuckled, as he was prone to do. “Get up on the bed. I want you to stretch out.”

He slumped back on the bed with an oomph, then scooted up the bed and stretched out on his back. Luckily he was a big boy, he reached perfectly to the four corners.

“You gonna minister me like this?” he asked.

Ignoring his question, I instead went to my leather bag, my ‘kit’, fished out a sleep mask, and handed it to him. He obediently took it on. No doubt eager to see where this was going.

“Some kinky shit, eh?”

“You asked for this,” I said, letting him hear my firmness.

“No no, I like it. Need to spice things up, you know. Oh, I bet you know,” he said, giving me a final wink before slipping the mask down over his eyes and lying back down again.

“Good boy. Now, don’t move your hands. Close your eyes and focus on the feeling,” I said, giving him just enough determination to not second guess me.

“Got it, ma’am.”

I gave him a smile at that. He couldn’t see it, but that didn’t matter. I sunk my knees into the mattress and crawled up between his legs, admiring his semi-erect package. It was pretty nice. A girl could have a lot of fun with that.

I scooted back out of the bed and I heard him groan in impatience. He no doubt wanted me licking and sucking his cock right away. I’d happily do it. But I wanted it done my way. I went back to my kit and found a pair of thin, custom-tailored black velvet gloves and slipped them on. Alfred loved these gloves. They felt so soft against his cock, he’d say.

I guess my husband wasn’t the only one thinking that. The man gasped as he felt my gloved hand tickle the inside of his thigh, moving towards his crotch. Soon my fingertips connected with his balls. They jolted at the impact, but a satisfied groan told me all I needed to know. I tickled him a little bit with light touches, massaged them a bit, then moved my hand up to his girth. A giant pulse went through it as I wrapped my long, tender fingers around it. Slowly I started to tug it up and down, jerking him into a full erection.

“Impressive,” I reiterated, looking at his specimen.

“Bigger than ole hubby?” he asked, satisfied.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I placed my tongue directly between the top of his testicles and started lightly lapping at his full sack. Tickle him with my wet tongue. I then moved my tongue up to one side of his shaft and glided all the way until I met the flare of his cut cockhead. Before reaching all the way up, I gave him a deep kiss directly under his head. Moving my tongue to the middle of his shaft on the other side I did the same, but this time as I came up I slipped his bulbous head into my mouth. I tasted his warm precum. Salty. A bit bitter, but that could be to the account of the bourbon.

The man groaned again. The man. I didn’t even know his name. This was such a wild escapade. But that didn’t matter now. I was already doing it. Sucking another man’s cock. I bobbed up and down on his shaft, feeling how he stretched my lips. Getting familiar with the different provinces of his pleasure centers. Where to get which reaction.

I felt his cock give one giant pulse. But it died down. Did he almost cum in my mouth? Me? The leader of this nation? I redoubled my efforts, sucking him deep into my mouth. Not even getting all of it in between my lips. He could control his ejaculate it seemed, so I wasn’t afraid to let him feel a bit of this world leader's dick-sucking skills. It had been so long since I’d been able to show off like this.

I dragged my lips up to his head and picked up speed, swirling my tongue around his sensitive tip. I felt it expand and pulse uncontrollably. The man groaned out loud, barely able to breathe steadily. It soon became too much, even for him. And just when he thought I’d let him cum in my mouth, I slipped his cock out of my mouth with a slurp.

“Like that big boy? Better lay still for what’s next,” I said in a sultry voice.

The man groaned in pleasure, his body slightly trembled in want of more of my delicious mouth. “Heh, I still got it,” I mused, making my way over to the kit. I found several sets of handcuffs and my trusty old flogger. Yeah. I like to see men in pain. Hear them groan in a mix of sharp pain and pleasure.

But he didn’t know that yet. I took the opportunity of him still being in aftershocks of having his orgasm ruined to move up to his left hand. I slipped the cuff around his wrist and to the bedpost. I moved to the other side and did the same. As I fastened around his ankles, he seemed to catch on to what I was doing.

“We’re that kinky, eh?” he chuckled. “So I’ll tie you up after?”

It was my turn to chuckle. This was about my pleasure. Not his.

I took the flogger and moved up the bed again. I gave his cock a peck on my way up, as I set the next part of my plan in stone. I sat back up on my heels and moved the flogger and hovered directly above his cock. Slowly, I lowered the tails until they tickled his sensitive erection. Cold leather on warm skin. He squirmed. Then he yelped out in pain as I cracked his thigh.

“Lay still and be quiet,” I commanded, moving up the side of his body. “Next one will not be so soft.”

“Soft?” he asked. I cracked him even harder, this time on the inside of his thigh.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll be quiet,” he whispered. While he seemed out of his waters, he should be commended for being game, at least.

“Good boy. Do you like candle wax?”

He nodded, not uttering a word. “And you follow directions. That is good. But you’re in bad luck then. I had none in the kit, and now it seems like the hotel room is stripped for it.”

I got out of bed and moved back to my leather bag. Searching.

“Too many fine ladies and their boy toys– WOAH,” the man croaked in pain as I cracked his toes with my flogger. He pressed his lips shut to show he was gonna keep quiet.

“Good. I’ll give you a big wet reward because you have been such an obedient toy so far,” I moaned, starting to really get worked up by all this.

Knees on the mattress, I found his cock with my mouth again. I gave him thirty seconds of relentless bobbing before I let go of him again. I stood up to the sound of his pained groan. He had almost shot his load again, but not yet.

“I’ll go down to the lobby and find some candles. Stay here… Wait,” I stopped before heading out. I took my gloves off, went over to him, and stuffed them into his mouth. “There.”

And just like that, I turned on my heels and marched out, yanking his keycard on the way. I wanted that damn candle wax. And honestly, I thought it highly amusing to just leave him there to squirm. Especially with what came next. He had no idea what he was in for when he brazenly fingered me right out in public. He was going to get punished. I guess I should give him a safeword.

Entering the lobby I spied the bar. A wicked idea came across my mind. Why not stall a bit? I didn’t know the man, but he was locked in safely anyhow. And he was game so far. It was risky, but what is an adventure without a bit of fun. His brazenness earlier? Pff, he deserved to simmer. There was no one in the bar even.

“Whiskey. Actual whiskey,” I said. The bartender raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t say anything. He gave me a glass and poured it.

“On the house. Chivas Regal, 12 year. Whiskey enough?” he asked and I nodded. I took a sip as the young man eyed me.

“Don’t ask. Yes,” I answered before he could ask who I was. The bartender took the hint and went his merry way. I looked at the clock. Yeah, he had been simmering long enough.

I downed the whiskey and went to the lobby again, finding a young girl behind the counter. Her eyes went wide as she saw me. She was a cute one. Tasty. But no, one plaything was enough for today.

“Have you gotten any candles? And maybe a bottle of Valpolicella, please? Seems you only have French wine in the mini bar, dear” I asked, trying to remain polite to ease the girl.

The eager little girl immediately found a light purple pillar candle. “W-will this do, ma’am?” she asked, beet red.

“Sure thing, sweetie. Thank you,” I said and winked, grabbing the bottle and heading upstairs.

Back in the room, I found the strange man still on his stomach. He was writhing and trying to get out of the cuffs when I walked in.

“MMMMM!” was all that he was able to say with my velvet gloves stuffed in his mouth.

“It was only ten minutes. Or fifteen. I brought some proper wine,” I answered as if we had a conversation.

“Don’t pout. I needed to teach you a lesson. A lesson about what happens to naughty little boys who touch their betters inappropriately! And the lesson isn’t over yet.”

I was in no hurry. Looking at the clock, it wasn’t even midnight. Sure, I had to be back before the night was over, but still plenty of time for some fun. I found two wine glasses in a cabinet and poured them for us both. I placed him on the nightstand next to him and then went back to my kit.

We were about to reach the final part of a proper adventurous night. The best part. The part where I taught this older gentleman a few things.

The items I was looking for this time were not so hard to find. There were several of them in different sizes and shapes. I laid them out on the desk one by one. One 10 incher, a few that hovered around 8 incher, and a few 6 inchers. But my guess was that he was a beginner so he would probably get the smallest.

But first what my little trip to the lobby was all about. I placed the candle on the table. I didn’t carry anything to light it with so I searched the man’s pocket. And luck struck as I found a carved zippo lighter.

“I’m just getting the candle ready, darling,” I explained, starting to close the distance again. “Meanwhile, I guess I could take the blindfold off while I give you another reward for being such an obedient slut. But just so the candle can get a decent drip.”

And for a third time, I gave him my finest dick-sucking skills, this time keeping it up for two full minutes. Alternating between techniques. Bit slow, bit fast. A bit of everything. I wanted him good and hard for later.

“So I’m gonna give you a safe word,” I started. I heard him stop breathing for a small moment. He was catching on that this wasn’t any other experience he’d had before. “It’s ‘pineapple’ to calm down, and ‘red’ for a complete stop. But remember. You asked for this.”

The man gulped but nodded his understanding.

“Good. And if you play nice, I can promise I’ll make it good for you too. Now, let's see here.”

I got up from his cock and retrieved the candle. I looked up at where his eyes were masked. I didn’t really know the man, so I decided to take off the mask for this. At least he’d be able to see. If this was a regular partner, he’d have to endure. Sure, I was gonna punish him for how he had treated me in public, but ugh… I guess I can be merciful now and then. I mean, I was a bit rusty. Maybe with more jade, I’d be way less inclined to be this kind. So I took his mask off.

He blinked a few times at the light, but his eyes were smiling as he realized it was not all torture. He then fixated on the candle in my hand and his brow arched curiously at my intention.

“Ever done anything like this?” I asked, beginning to unbutton his shirt. The man shook his head, groaning as my fingers grazed his skin. “I’ll be your first then. And this won’t be your only first tonight, then, bitch boy.”

The man looked more intrigued than frightened.

“Good. Some like their eyes closed to focus, but that’s up to you,” I said.

I held his eyes with my own as I moved the candle over to his barrel chest. He never left mine, not when I moved the dripping candle down, not when I tilted it, and he only winced and groaned a little when the wax wetly smacked against his chest. I smiled encouragingly at him as I moved the candle a bit to a new spot. He winced and groaned again, but his groan became more of a moan now. He was a quick learner. A few more drops later and I could tell he was understanding the pleasures of having his chest seared.

“You’re learning all kinds of things, eh?” I asked gently. The stranger closed his eyes as I let an extra big glob of burning wax crash just above his navel. Normally I’d burn his balls and nether regions too, but I decided that was best left out for such a fresh prospect. I was too hot and heavy by now anyway. It had been a while after all. Hearing his mix of painful groans and pleasurable gasps and moans was too much.

We had reached the finale.

“Now comes your punishment. I’ve been kind so far, but now I’ll be honest. Everything up to now was all fun and games, but now you’ll learn what happens to mouthbreathers like you who think you can get away with such behavior!” I spat through. gritted teeth. “I’ve been taken a lot of shit lately, and I’m all backed up, so you better believe you’re getting what you asked for!”

I felt my pulse increase. Both from getting heated and in anticipation of finally getting some real release.

I went back to the items of different lengths and girths that I had placed on the table. I think you’ve caught on by now that they’re dildos. Strap-on dildos, to be exact. What makes these special, however, is how they hooked into the wall behind my clit and were fitted with small, powerful vibrators. With each pump I would stimulate, and rub, that vibrating heaven into the most pleasurable places. And I could find all kinds of angles too. They were all basically strapless strap-ons. Though, I had some belts to keep it firmly in place once lodged inside me tightly.

Looking into the mirror behind the small desk, I cocked my head, thinking to myself, “Which strap-on goes with my outfit?” Oh dirty ole me… I scanned myself. Tight, black clothing with my hair tied up in a tail like this? Surely a black one. But also, the dark blue one matched the theme… but it was quite bumpy, so maybe save that one for a more torn boy toy. Part of me wanted the 10 incher, as it had better vibration. But it would make him scream, no doubt… some parts of me wanted to hear him scream, though… But I also wanted to turn this guy up, teach him a few things about what a G-spot was, and teach him what powerful women do behind closed doors. Especially bored ones.

So I picked up a purple 6 incher with decent girth and hardness. It needed not to be too stiff, but also not too flaccid either. It should mold to his insides with my thrusts, but too much would make penetration hard. Too stiff and I’d just fuck him up. Though, that was tempting too. But this was a nice purple one. Stiff enough, but moveable so it wouldn’t lodge or get stuck.

I was almost trembling in excitement. I knew this would be so fun, and by fuck it would be pleasurable. At least for me. Most likely for him too. I knew I was good, I wanted to see if I could get him off without using my hands. It was such a power trip when a man came without even having been touched.

“Wah! Wah! Peh-n-ah-pah! Ugh!” the man complained, still with his mouth stuffed with my soft gloves. He would probably have to keep them, they were no doubt slobbered with his drool by now.

“Sssh, it’s gonna be alright,” I said, giving him a devious smile. “Everything is gonna be alright. Bitch boys get punished, alright? So one more word from you and I’m going to town on you with the flogger. Do you need a spanking?” I said, picking up the flogger and waving around ominously as I spoke. “Want me to give you something to actually complain about?”

I chuckled. I held his fearful, almost pleading, eyes as I started unbuttoning my tight black pants. He desperately wanted to look at me as I undressed, I could tell the lust in his eyes, but he knew better. If I saw one flinch or once glance from those eyes, I’d get the 10 incher, but after I’d flog him beet red. Maybe he knew.

“You have no idea how lucky you are. So many men and women would beg to be in your position,” I explained, my breath laboring my words.

My skin-tight pants rolled down my legs, and he never let go of my piercing blue eyes staring him down. With my pants and my lacy silk panties off, I took the dildo by the bulbous little hook. I moved it down between my legs and found my slit. With a soft, tensed-up moan I slipped it into place. I was already so wet for this. It had been too long since I had pegged someone like this. I yearned for him to moan as I found his spot and fucked him until he loved it.

Maybe I’d have to get the young clerk downstairs too. My appetite was ferocious. The bartender too, perhaps. The stranger had awoken the dormant monster within me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed the bottle of lube and started to apply coat after coat along the fat dildo I had stuffed one end inside of me. It was getting good and slimy, prepped for him to get fucked.

“Ready, big boy?” I groaned. I didn’t care if he was or not. I wanted to punish him so badly. I couldn’t hide my excitement anymore. His eyes were laced with fear and it only spurred me on, knowing I would turn him inside out.

With a small sway in my hips, I walked the small distance to the bed, the dildo bouncing ominously with each step. Already rubbing me deliciously. His eyes quickly darted down to my fat hog, but he was quick to meet my eyes again. I smirked, knowing he knew he should be punished. But my attention was elsewhere.

I scooted up between his thigh, bottle of lube in hand. This time it was my turn to break eye contact. I needed to see what I was doing. Hovering the bottle above his big testicles, I squired a big glob onto his hole. I moved the tip to his asshole and then I found his eyes again. He squirmed a bit as I pressed. Then his eyes went wide as he felt my fat head start to enter him with some additional pressure. A loud ‘oomph’ shot from his throat as he felt my dildo slowly drift inside of him, filling his ass. Taking him. I could tell he was uncomfortable, but I’ll give him that; he held on. Not once did he protest. Maybe he didn’t expect the evening to fall like this, but he seemed to be intrigued enough for me to stuff his ass.

Maybe he was more open-minded than I thought.

But the vibrator thingy made it hard for me to control myself. I had to brace myself against my hips as I rolled forward, feeling it tingle me just the right way. I had to be gentle with the penetration, but the sensation made me so hot. It rubbed just the right way. I didn’t know how much more of this slow pace I could take before I had to pound the shit out of him.

I pushed a bit more inside of him, rested, and then pushed a bit more. Each push made me moan and I felt small trembles throughout my whole body. But I held firm. I had once been way too brutal with a young virgin in my youth, and that didn’t turn out well. So as pent up and shivering as I was, I was still able to keep it slow. I pulled back and pushed in a few times until I had half of my rubber cock inside of this big, burly stranger.

I looked up at him. Some gray in his hair, but I was teaching him all sorts of things, I could tell. He looked in a mix of disbelief and shock. He winced a little and was sweating, but he took it like a champ. I took the bottle of lube and applied plenty more around where my dildo was lodged inside of him. It was better to be on the safe side of the lubrication things. Then I slowly started to slide in and out of him, finding a decent rhythm to work us both into some familiarity. The vibrating stimulation was so good with each push. I had almost forgotten how good those things were. And even better with the larger one. The smaller one was good though. It rubbed just the right way when I pulled.

Working up to a little more pace and volume, I was able to really feel the wonderful stimulations. With a bit more adjustment, the right angle, and plenty of lube I was able to pound down into him with ferociousness. He was probably feeling some discomfort, but it felt so good I didn’t care. My eyes were flickering as I felt the overwhelming stimulation pound through me.

“Ugh, ugh,” the man grunted defiantly each time I pumped him.

“You know, uh, ugh, contrary to popular belief, guh ugh, it’s actually better in missionary,” I informed, groaning as I thrusted into him, feeling the wonderful pleasure centers of my walls get tickled and creased wonderfully. But it was time.

“In this position, it’s e-easier to find your spot!” And with that, I shoved into him hard. Right forward and at a slight upward angle.

“Found it,” I panted, licking my teeth. I arched up and took hold of his hips, letting out a deep satisfied moan. Not only had I found his spot, but I had also found mine.

The man’s defiant grunts became confused moans as I rubbed my dildo just the right way. I started to piston into him now, grunts and moans of pleasure shooting from his gritted teeth. You see, the trick is not to just ram away. You need to warm up a bit by rubbing and fucking a bit, then you can barge your phallus against their special place.

I started sawing into the man to the choir of his guttural, involuntary pleasure moans. Soon my own moans were loudly joining in, as well, as I fucked him good and hard. Not deep stroking, but rather keeping the stimulation at the same place for the both of us. I was so fucking wet and horny right now. I could feel my own wetness crease in my groin.

“F-FUCK… fuck yeah, that’s the spot,” I groaned for the both of us.

I pushed in way harder, feeling the hook crash into my own G-spot with violent vibrations. I squealed out and crashed onto his torso, still bucking into him as I fucked myself through my orgasm. I heard his painful groans totally evaporate and he moaned out as his cock swelled up and flexed. A giant glob of cum shot out from his tip and onto his stomach. Seeing this sent me into a desperate frenzy, and I fucked him even more enthusiastically.

“Yeah? Cum for me! Cum for your leader! Cum! Cum!” I chanted. “Cum while I fuck your ass!”

The man groaned out even louder as we reached our peak together. I could tell he was totally drained, but I was still on fire. I immediately slipped the hook out of me, leaving the dildo hanging in his ass, and climbed up to his face. He met my eyes, but only for a short while as I tore the gloves out of his mouth and shoved my quivering pussy on his face. Like a good boy, he met me with his fat tongue.

“ff-FUCK!” I whimpered as I rode his face until I came.

I was so sensitive, yet I kept rubbing my clit and slit over his tongue, clutching his graying hair to hold him in place. I closed my eyes and a violent tremble shot through me as I climaxed for a fourth time in a row. It was something about dominating men that just made me cum buckets. I gushed all over his face, but he never once uttered a complaint.

I rolled off of him, but he took the whole bed and I crashed to the floor. It didn’t matter. I just laid there on the carpet panting and quivering in my post-orgasm bliss. I have no idea how long I was trembling down on the floor.

“You okay down there?” I heard him groan from the bed.

“Yeah… you didn’t use the safeword,” I said.

There was a small silence from the bed. I got up and saw that he was turning the cogs in his brain for a response.

“This night sure was something I’d never expected when I saw you. And dang it, I never thought I’d do anything like this… but it was fun. It was intense. You have a nice eye-clenching face when you cum hard,” he chuckled.

I gave him a wink as I dragged my pants on and started to collect my things. The man continued babbling, but I didn’t really pay attention. I had to get back to my own hotel. This was a fun little escapade, but I had a nation to lead. But I knew in my heart that I had to do something like this again. I couldn’t be pent up like this. Not for this long, at least.

“Well,” I said, interrupting his monologue. “I need to get going. It was fun.”

“Wait, you need to let me go,” the man said.

I on one hand thought it would serve as a nice reminder to keep his hands to himself to let him lie there for the maids to find. But again. He had awoken the beast…

“Alright. I need those cuffs anyway,” I said, relenting.

“Gonna find someone else to gimp out?” he joked.

I chuckled, blushing a bit. Yeah. ‘Gimp out’ was a small exaggeration but probably this was not the last. I just wondered what Alfred had to say about this. Maybe I could introduce him to my small collection of toys? Bend the ole romantic Alfred? Or maybe the girl in the reception? Or maybe that young handsome man from the summit could be tracked down?

Who knows. There are a lot of potential puppets out there.

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