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The Washing Basket Part 2 

Several months ago I posted The Washing Basket Part One  of a story and only just realised that I left you all hanging. As part of my Christmas holiday clean up here is part two. You may need to refresh your memory of part one and you can do that by going here.


“So,” her voice crackled like ice across the room sending a chill down his spine. Automatically his eyes travelled to the space under the bed where he knew she kept her implements. His buttocks twitched under the skirt, inside her panties; HER panties. The look on her face left him in no doubt, she was not impressed and he would be punished. Deep inside a little flutter of excitement made itself felt tempered only the slightest bit by fear. What would his punishment be? It had been a long time since he had felt the sting of her palm on his bare buttocks but something in her tone, the way she held herself and the light in her eyes told him that he was going to be receiving something much more than a mere spanking. 

“I see that you managed to amuse yourself while you were waiting for me.” Her eyebrow raised. Howard was not fooled. He knew that glint, guilt flushed through him, he had betrayed her trust. Maybe she wouldn’t merely punish him in the way that balanced on the fine border between pleasure and pain. Maybe the consequences for his adventure would be more serious. The elation he had felt at the thought of a punishment evaporated and the cold chill of fear settled in his belly.

“Do you like wearing women’s clothing then Pet?” She walked towards him slowly. For the first time he noticed the collar in her hand. His heart skipped a beat, she did intend to punish rather than banish. She stopped in front of him, and stood for a few moments looking into his eyes. Her expression was unreadable. For a few moments he looked back at her hungrily, it had been weeks since he had seen her and he wanted to take in every detail of her face but her eyes held him captive. 

Placing the collar around his neck, she broke the spell, “You haven’t answered my question.” She whispered as she fastened the buckle, smoothing the strap and making sure it sat comfortably on him.

His throat felt as if it had closed up, “Yes Miss,” he managed to reply in a hoarse whisper.

She snapped the lead into the ring at the front of his collar, “And so you thought you would wear my clothes,” she pulled his head downwards so that his face was pushed against the bed. Every nerve in his ass was stretching out of his skin, straining to feel what was coming next. He felt the fabric of the dress being lifted upwards to expose the white cotton of her knickers stretched over his buttocks. The crack of her palm against him filled the room, the sting shot a tingle of pleasure/ pain up his body making him grunt into the bed. 

“Did you like the feeling of the dress over your cock?” She asked as she rubbed her hand over the place she had just slapped sending more tingles through him. When he didn’t reply immediately she clenched her fist digging her nails into his skin.

“Yes Miss,” his voice came easier this time even though his body was coiled with tension waiting for the next blow.

He was not disappointed, a second and third sting resounded through his body before he felt tension in the lead as she bent down to pull her case from underneath the bed. With the sting of her palm slowly fading he listened intently to the sounds of her snapping open the lock and rummaging through her implements. He heard several things being placed on the bed beside him. He desperately wanted to turn his head and see what she had put there but even more he did not want to interrupt the flow of what she had in her mind. Resolutely he kept his face planted into the bed. 

Her hand smoothed over his ass again before she pulled the leg of the knickers across into his ass crack. The elastic cut into him, squeezing his testicles together and stretching the fabric tight over his engorged cock. “Did my knickers feel nice over your cock pet?” She asked as she scraped her nails over the mark her hand had left.

This time he didn’t hesitate, “Oh yes Miss,” he almost wriggled in pleasure as he remembered the feeling of her dried juice scraping against his cock. 

The sting of her palm on his bare skin was so much more intense than her hear earlier blows. “You dirty, dirty boy.” She replied. There was a pause as she bent down and picked up her small whip and then another intense flash of pain as she flicked the thin ribbons of leather over his bare red ass cheek. His grunt of pain was echoed loudly across the room. 

“If you like dressing like a woman then maybe you deserve to be treated like one,” she spoke through her teeth as she flogged him several more times. Howard clenched his fists beside his hips, his ass felt like it was it was on fire and he was starting to wonder if this would be the day that she pushed him too far. As always though she stopped just as he was reaching that point. 

Her hands left his body and Howard found himself straining his hearing to determine what she was doing. There was the riiip sound of Velcro tabs being adjusted. Her first touch was cold and wet as she slipped her finger into his ass. He gave a small moan of pleasure in response. 

“I think if you want to dress like a woman then you should be fucked like one,” she pushed his legs apart and moved between them. Howard held his breath as he felt himself being opened by the dong she was wearing in front of her. The elastic of her panties pulled even more tightly over his scrotum and kept his cock even more constrained but he didn’t care. Every sense was focussed to the pleasure of his ass being stretched and she pushed herself deeper into him. Finally her pubic bone came to rest against his ass.

She stood resting part of her weight against him with the plastic dildo buried in his ass for a few moments, ” would you like it hard and fast like this,” she pulled out of him and plunged back in, slapping against his ass several times. Her hands gripped his hips tightly distracting him briefly from the intense feeling of being fucked. Suddenly she stopped, holding herself still with the tip of the dildo resting against his hungry asshole. He almost cried out in desperation as the sensation of pleasure drained from him. She was so still he could almost imagine she had left the room.

“Please,” he whimpered, fretting that she was going to withdraw from him and that she would leave him like that, crashing down from the heights of his pleasure. 

Then she pushed herself into him ever so slowly, sliding in stretching his ass open ever so slowly until her hips were resting against his ass again. 

“Or slow like this.” Her fingers gripped his hips as she began to penetrate him ever so slowly. The sensation was surprisingly intense, as if she were stretching out his pleasure making him ache for more but at the same time frightened of her slamming into him. 

“I don’t know,” he whispered, unable to think in terms of his desires. He wanted it all; all of her and every piece of pleasure or pain she desired to give him. He was completely at her mercy. 

“I like it fast,” she decided slamming her hips against his ass. 

The room was filled with the sound of her slapping against him and his groans of pleasure. He could feel the orgasm building up. He tried to dismiss it but the intensity of it was almost too much for him. Suddenly he felt a sting of her palm against his skin. For a millisecond the pressure of his orgasm was gone, but then she slapped him again. He was so lost in his experience that he couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure. Every stroke from her cock, every slap of her palm, the cutting sensation of her knickers around his balls, everything was just sensation layered upon sensation. 

“You like being fucked like a woman?” She asked harshly in between slaps.

“I do, Miss, I do.” He replied with heartfelt fervour. 

“You are a dirty, dirty boy.” She slapped him again, harder. “I should tie you up somewhere and invite all my friends around so that they can all come and fuck that slutty, dirty ass of yours,” the image of being treated like a plaything for Miss and her friends was almost too much for him.

“Please Miss,” he whimpered, gritting his teeth to keep control of his body. Involuntarily he pulled away from her to prevent his orgasm.

Angrily she flipped him over and stood over him while he sat on the bed. “Suck my cock and wank yourself until you cum.” She commanded. The look in her eyes sent a small quiver through him. He didn’t argue. As he put his lips around her rubber cock he could feel the buzz of the vibrator sitting against her cunt. Se watched his hand wrap around his cock and begin to stroke intently. Her body spasmed slightly and a trickle of moisture ran down her leg. It was too much he let go of himself and groaned loudly as his cum jetted out of him covering his belly and his hands.

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The Washing Basket – Part 1

The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday is “Ode to your favourite sex toy”. I started out to write a piece of erotica based around a toy I recently used for the first time and have become quite enamoured with but I got a little caught up in a fantasy shared with me and the story has grown quite large. My submission this week is the first instalment of the story. 

As usual make sure you visit the Wicked Wednesday page to peruse all of the other fantastic entries. 

As he turned the key in the lock Howard was gripped by the feeling that he was doing something wrong. It didn’t deter him; instead it enticed him further. The door swung open and he stepped over the threshold. His hear pounded in his ears as he made his way through the living area towards her bedroom. Around him were signs of ordinary life, a stray breakfast bowl in the sink of the kitchen, and an open homework book lay beside an iPad on the kitchen table. For a fleeting moment he was reminded that this was where she did all the ordinary things every day with her family: cooking meals, supervising homework, discussing bills and dentist appointments with her husband. But these thoughts flitted out of his head as quickly as they had come. His visit wasn’t about that, the everyday version was not the version he was here to see, when he saw her she wasn’t that person, she was someone else entirely.

He paused in the open bedroom door taking a moment to savour the feeling of anticipation building in him. Like the kitchen the bedroom held traces of ordinary life, hastily pulled up bedcovers, a pair of shoes beside the bed, a dress thrown across the bed perhaps discarded in favour of another one as she dressed that morning. His eye travelled to the corner of her bedroom, beside the doorway to her bathroom. Here stood the laundry basket, the goal of his mission. For long minutes he stood there unable to move. He wanted so badly to rush across the room to kneel beside the basket and shove his face into it. But something stopped him: Maybe it was the feeling that he was intruding on her private space because she wasn’t there to invite him in, maybe it was just the disbelief that he was here doing this after fantasising about it for so long

Eventually the spell was broken and he was able to move towards the object of so many fantasies. As he moved closer he was rewarded with the sight of pink lace peeking at him from the top of the clothes piled in the hamper. One large stride and then he was on his knees in front of the basket; like a pilgrim kneeling at the entrance to the shrine they had sought all their life. Almost reverently he reached in an picked up the satiny garment. He had never seen these knickers before, she had never sent him a photo of her wearing them, nor had she ever worn them when they had met but as he lifted them to his face and inhaled the scent of them, they were unmistakably hers. 

His mind filled with the thought of the cotton gusset nestled against her cunt as she went about her day, dealing with mundane, ordinary things all the while secreting sweet juice that left the residue he now inhaled. The tightness in his jeans reminded him of his cock that had been hard the moment he had stepped off his bike and made his way up the front steps to her door. Now it throbbed painfully demanding to be released from its constraints. Slowly he stood up and made his way over to the bed where laid out the panties neatly so that he could look at them while he undressed. Teasing himself he slipped his shirt over his head and folded it neatly before reaching for the clasp of his jeans. The feeling of relief barely registered as he slid his jeans down over his knees, his eyes remained fixed on the knickers on the bed. The thought of them wrapped around his cock filled his mind, obliterating every other thought. 

His jeans added to the neatly folded pile, followed by his boxers before he allowed himself to reach down and pick up the thin, silky lace garment. Slowly, using all of his restraint he lifted the soft pink fabric to his face again. He inhaled deeply, letting the smell of her fill his senses. Automatically his hand wrapped around his cock gripping the hardness, stroking automatically in a slow steady rhythm. He had forgotten all of his fears about being caught or trespassing in someone’s private space, he was completely lost in the moment and feeling of his fantasy. After a while he took her panties away from his face and turned back to the basket. With his cock jutting out in front of him he bent down and rummaged through the clothing, a flash of white cotton caught his eye and he extracted a pair of soft white cotton knickers from the basket. The aroma he inhaled was older and more musky than the first pair.

 Acting completely on impulse he bent down and stepped into them and pulled them up over his ass. His cock strained against the cotton fabric, creating a wet spot of its own above the yellow stain of hers. He moved back to the bed, noting carefully how the fabric moved against him, restricting his erection while the elastic around the legs cut into his thighs. The dress discarded on the bed caught his eye. Suddenly the temptation was too great, he picked it up and slipped it over his head pulling it down over his body. He twisted his body back and forth focussing on the sensation of the skirt playing over his erection. This was a whole new realm of experience, nothing like anything he had ever done or felt. In the mirror on the other side of the room he caught a glimpse of his reflection. It seemed as if the person he saw there was a complete stranger, a weird clashing mix of man and woman. Not attractive in a classical sense but alluring and strangely enticing. Completely absorbed in his own thoughts he twisted this way and that noting how the skirt of his dress caught on his erection and how badly the bodice fitted over his chest, stretching at the shoulders and sagging where her breasts would normally be.

  

Spank

Wicked Wednesday

Good Morning and Happy Christmas to you all! As a little gift to you I have posted a continuation from Last week’s entry “Shave”. It is only short but I know you will enjoy it.

As always make sure you click the button above to visit the Wicked Wednesday page and check out more Wickedness.

Howard waited, face down on the bed, his nylon covered ass in the air, quivering with anticipation. Every nerve in his body was on edge, every sensation amplified. The touch of her fingers against his nylon clad buttocks was like a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. Slowly and tentatively she began her exploration of him beginning with tracing the edges of the panties with her fingers. Her nails grazed his skin ever so slightly and triggered a memory of those same nails dragging over his back as he fucked her. Sneakily her finger slipped under the elastic wriggling between the fabric and the skin. Her hot breath and the sound of her breathing made him aware of how closely she was studying him, he wanted desperately to see her cunt again so that he could watch it swell with her arousal and study the moisture collecting.

Pink nylon tightened around his balls as she slid the elastic of the panties back to display his bare butt cheek, jolting him back to what was happening. Her fingers almost tickled him as they gently played over his ass, touching, exploring and kneading his butt cheeks before pulling them open to display his hole covered by the fabric of her panties. Inside his belly he quivered, not knowing what was coming but wanting it all, totally trusting and receptive to whatever she did, impatient for whatever she had in mind but mostly, more aroused that he ever remembered being.

The first sting of her hand against his butt cheek startled him. A gasp of surprise and pleasure / pain jolted through him followed by a shudder as her fingers stroked the area she had just slapped teasing the tingling flesh with kindness and a graze of fingernails. Unbelievably the attention heightened his senses before she slapped him again sending an even more intense sting of pleasure / pain through him. This time she followed it up with several more slaps in quick succession setting his ass momentarily on fire. He groaned into the pillow hungry for more but dreading the sharp sting her hand made as it made contact with his flesh.

Her fingernails dragging across the burning red marks her hand had just made were intense. His body convulsed in sensation he didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure or an insane mix of both, all he knew was he wanted more. She moved her attention to the other side of his ass, sliding the elastic across his butt cheek into his ass crack as she had with the first side. This time her exploration was more cursory. Like him she was more interested in the sharp connection of her palm with his bare flesh.

Sounds of bare palm connecting with bare flesh filled the room as she delivered several more slaps sending the temperature of his ass soaring. Gasps of surprise decreased into moans of feeling as the burning descended into pleasant tingling. He waited, bracing himself wondering what might be coming next. He knew she had more implements resting on the bed beside him, some of them she had used before but like him this was all new to her she was still feeling her way.

As always she surprised him. She ignored the implements she had laid out and continued with her exploration. Gently she pulled aside the knickers and spread his legs apart further. His cock was pushed into the mattress momentarily taking his attention away from her exploring fingers, tentatively she touched his butt hole. Her fingernails traced around the outline before she dipped into it slightly, testing his resistance. Every ounce of his concentration was focussed on her attention. He was aware of every detail of sensation from the slight scrape of her fingernails to the warm waft of her breath against his skin. She continued to explore further down his crack, pressing gently against the sensitive skin behind his balls.

Involuntarily he gave a little groan as she pressed against his prostate. Impossibly his cock grew harder and the pleasure shuddered through him sending a muffled groan out of his mouth. Every fibre of his body was straining towards his butt hole waiting, wanting, aching for her to enter him to stretch him open and fill him in a way that no woman ever had.

Shave

Wicked Wednesday

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was “Body Hair”. I have made a commitment to myself that I would only use the prompt to write erotica and so it took me a while to come up with something that fitted with the prompt. I think I missed the deadline for inclusion in the link list but that doesn’t matter, you all get to enjoy some word porn anyway.

Of course as usual you can always check out the variety of entries by visiting the Wicked Wednesday page.

Gravel crunched under Howard’s feet as he walked up the small pathway to her back door. It can’t have been more than a dozen steps from where he parked his bike to the doorway but it seemed like a journey of a million miles. When he reached the back door he stood silently for a moment. Anticipation of the hours he was about to experience warred with nerves. Possible scenarios of failure crowded into his mind; What if his cock didn’t work? What if he couldn’t pleasure her? What if he tripped and fell through the back door?

He could see her through the glass sliding door, moving around in the kitchen. She was dressed in house clothes, nothing special, but that didn’t matter, she could have been dressed in a flour sack for all he cared, the thing that enticed him the most was her mind, and those eyes.

Nervously he fumbled with the zipper on his jacket slipping it down over his arms. She had instructed him to be undressed when he entered her house. He intended to follow her instructions. As he slipped his t-shirt over his head she turned and looked at him. Instantly his cock hardened almost uncomfortably against his jeans.

“Hello,” he was surprised that his voice sounded almost normal.

“Hello,” she replied quietly, leaning against the door frame. Her eyes travelled over his body, drawing him in. Nothing could make him leave now, no matter how nervous he was. He continued to undress as she watched him, placing his clothing neatly over the chair that was positioned near the back door. When he was fully naked she moved away from the doorway, gesturing for him to enter.

She moved over to the jug in the corner and busied herself making coffee. They made small talk as the jug boiled. He was acutely conscious of his nudity and her being fully clothed but somehow he didn’t feel uncomfortable. As she poured as she poured boiling water into his cup and added the right amount of sugar and milk it It was strange her serving him in this way, even though they were in her house, he was here to do her bidding and yet right now she was serving him.

He took the cup from her and sipped it gladly, it had been a long morning. Finally the nerves began to ease away from him and he could feel the sexual tension building in him. Without speaking she began to remove her clothing. Her shorts fell to the floor revealing the garment he always anticipated the most, her knickers. Today they were pink and sheer, showing the hair on her mound underneath. The urge to kneel in front of her and bury his face in her crotch was almost overwhelming but something in her eyes warned him to remain where he was.

“You are not allowed to touch,” she warned.

“OK then,” he responded wondering how he was going to be able to obey her rules. The thought completely left his mind as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down over her knees.

“You are to wear these,” she instructed, holding them out to him. His heart raced, almost thumping out of his chest as he took the scrap of pink fabric from her. He could not resist pressing them to his face and inhaling her aroma. His cock stiffened between his thighs as he slipped the garment over his legs and up over his ass. He couldn’t stretch the nylon over his hardened cock but it was the most enticing thing he had ever felt, his cock was so hard it was almost painful.

“You can see I haven’t shaved,” she indicated the hair covering her mound. While it wasn’t fully grown he could tell it had been a long time since she had shaved or waxed.

“Ok,” he replied, a little unsure of what she wanted. She turned and walked towards the bathroom without a comment. With a tingle of nerves starting again he followed her.

A yellow razor was set out on the sink of the bathroom. Howard reached forward to pick it up.

“You are to watch,” she instructed.

Unable to resist any more Howard reached out to fondle her mound,

“You may not touch,” she reiterated as she picked up the razor and placed her foot on the sink.

“Do you mind if I sit here so I can get a better view?” He asked respectfully, desperately hoping that she wouldn’t say no.

“For the first time she allowed herself to smile, “of course.”

He sank to the floor so that he could look up at her pink, glistening cunt that was opened like a flower just above his head. The aroma of her arousal drifted down to him, reminding him of the garment that was covering his cock. Above his face the razor moved in long slow strokes over her mound. Gradually the hair fell away leaving behind smooth, freshly shaved skin. He held his breath as the razor passed closely to her clit, for a moment he was afraid she would cut herself but she smiled beguilingly as she moved the blade away from the danger zone.

When she was finished she placed the razor on the bench and rubbed her fingers over the smooth skin. Teasingly she dipped her fingers into her glistening cunt and raised them to her lips. Howard craved a taste of her sweet juices but he was afraid to ask. Eventually his desire got the better of him,

“Please Miss,” he asked politely, “May I have a taste?”

Like a benevolent parent she obliged, dipping her fingers deep inside herself and stroking the wetness around her fold before placing them onto his lips. A smile played around her mouth as she traced her juices onto his lips before inserting her finger into his mouth.

The taste did nothing to ease his hunger, instead it made him want her cunt even more.

But she had other ideas. Taking her foot down from the sink she led him over to the bed where she bent him over the edge. The nylon of her panties stretched over his ass as he bent against the mattress exposing his buttocks to her, waiting impatiently.

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