Good Boy – BDSM – Literotica.com

She was happy to see that he had followed instructions, arriving at the bar in a simple t-shirt and sweat pants. Based on their conversations, she knew he’d had on red panties under his sweats. She led him to a table in the back, where they could be somewhat alone.

She sat on one side of the booth, and when he went to sit across from her, she said, “No, come sit by me,” with a little pat on the bench seat. Of course, he obeyed.

The waitress came over and looked them up and down. He averted his eyes, but she looked right at the waitress. The waitress gave a little smile and asked her, “what will you have, and what will your friend be having.” She eyed the younger lady in her short shorts and tight top slowly, obviously, and intently, finally meeting her eyes and saying, bring us three shots of tequila, no lime. The waitress smiled and said, “coming right up.”

She put her arm around him and moved close. Her lips close to his ear. She said, “Relax, baby, it’s ok, I know what you need.” With that she kissed his earlobe and nibbled slightly. She smiled as he tilted his head, exposing his neck. She said, “good boy, ” as she leaned in and kissed his neck. She felt a warmth spreading through her as he submitted to her, and quietly moaned.

She brought her left hand across his chest, and started caressing his right breast, teasing his nipple into firmness. He stammered something about being in public and she pinched and pulled his nipple through the thin material of his t-shirt, saying firmly, “I get to play with your pretty tits any time I like, understand?” She punctuated the question with a strong pinch.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said quietly.

Another pinch, “Louder.”

This time he spoke up, “Yes, ma’am!”

“Good boy,” she said, as she started to caress his left nipple. “I like fucking good boys like you,” she said, as she bit his exposed neck.

Just then the waitress returned with the three shots. She watched the woman’s mouth on the man’s neck and her fingertips teasing his hard nipple as she placed the shots on the table.

“Aren’t his nipples so pretty and stiff?” she was asked.

The waitress’s head was spinning a little at the scene before her. This sensuous woman, so confident, so in control, was teasing and fondling this man right at her table. She could feel her own panties start to dampen. She replied, “yes, they’re so sexy.”

She could see the woman pinch his left nipple as she said, “how do you respond to such a nice compliment?”

The man said, “thank you.”

The woman said, “sit down a moment, will you? Have a drink with us.”

As she sat down, the woman passed the three shot glasses around the table, so one was in front of each person. The woman picked up her glass and downed it in a single motion. She gestured and the man and waitress followed suit. She watched as the woman’s hand slipped under the man’s shirt, and continued to fondle his chest. She told him, lift your shirt and show her your pretty tits.”

He looked at the woman with a puzzled look, but his failure to immediately comply was met with a firm pinch. He groaned and said, “yes ma’am.”

“Good boy.”

He pulled up his t-shirt, exposing his chest to the waitress, and anyone else who cared to look. She could see his nipples firm and stiff, poking out from his chest. The woman said, “touch them, feel them.”

The waitress reached across the table and started to caress the man’s chest and nipples. The woman had her hand on his crotch and was rubbing his obviously stiff cock through his sweat pants as the waitress obeyed her and played with her new toy. She smiled at the look of pleasure in his eyes, and the wonderment in hers. “Would you like to lick his hard nipples, darling?”

The waitress looked right at her, noticed that the woman’s nipples were straining against her shirt that was barely containing clearly sizeable breasts, dropped her eyes and said, “I…I would rather…lick yours…..ma’am.”

“Oho? Would you? Are you worthy? Are you thinking about taking my big stiff nipple in your pretty mouth and kissing and sucking it as I stroke your pretty hair?” She continued to stroke her man’s cock as she engaged the waitress. He was throbbing so.

The waitress stammered, “y-yes, ma’am.”

“Stand up right next to the table,” the woman commanded. As the waitress complied, the woman said, “now, slide that slender hand of yours down into those tight shorts, and into your panties, and slip a finger into your pussy.”

The waitress stood, gave a quick look to both sides, and did what she was told. She felt her fingertip slide between her warm, wet lips and tease her opening.

“Deeper.”

The waitress’s eyes widened as she slipped her finger inside.

“I said… Deeper.”

The waitress’s eyes closed as she shifted her wrist and plunged her finger as deep as possible into her now dripping pussy. Like everyone else at the table, the waitress’s nipples were now fully erect.

“Now, show me your finger.”

The waitress withdrew her finger from her shorts. It was glistening with her juices.

“Hmmm, you are a horny little slut. Clean that up.”

As the waitress reached for a napkin, the woman sharply said, “No. With your pretty mouth.”

The waitress blushed as she tasted her own juices, but she felt a compelling need to obey.

The woman grabbed her hand and wrote a number on it. “That’s my number. We’re leaving now. You have 20 minutes to text me a video of you masturbating to orgasm right here in this booth. If you do, maybe I’ll call you and give you what you need.”

She turned to the man and said, “You’ve been such a patient boy. Come on, let’s go.” And with that, they left the bar, leaving the waitress behind to contemplate her thoughts.

On the car ride back to her place, he was nervous, she could tell. She put her hand on his thigh and lightly stroked him. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she said, as her fingertips untied the drawstring as he drove. She peeked into his pants and softly said, “did you wear your pretty red panties for me?”

He responded, “yes, ma’am.”

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you wear them as I fuck you. “would you like that?”

She could see and feel his cock jump as she said the words.

“Ohh….” he gasped, as he came to the realization that she really was going to take him, just as she described in their conversation last night.

As she led him through her doorway, she heard her phone chime. She smiled, knowing she would be watching the pretty waitress cum for her sometime later. The warm feeling of control swelled within her again. She wasn’t planning on calling the waitress back, but the idea that she had submitted so quickly made her panties damp.

She led him to his place. “Take off your shirt and pants, and kneel until I return. Keep your pretty panties on.”

She left him to change. She wore a black, see through teddy, with garters. She put the strap around her waist, but brought the toy cock with her. She also grabbed a pair of nipple clams, connected by a gleaming stainless steel chain.

She walked up behind him and said, “stand up.” As he complied, she said, “good boy.”

She kissed his neck and ear, pressing her big tits into his back. Her hands went around him and were fondling and caressing his breasts. He was moaning, softly, then louder.

She turned him around, and placed the clamps on his nipples. First one. Then the other. They pinched tight. She playfully gave the middle of the chain a tug, and he cried out “ohhh.”

Then she brought her toy cock up to his face. She ran the head around his lips. As he opened his mouth, she tugged the chain and said, “not yet, slut.” She continued to lightly run the toy across his chin, down his chest, across his clamped nipples, and then rubbing it against his erect cock, which was sticking out of his red panties.

She said, “Watch…” and proceeded to lean over a small table as she took the toy cock and slid it into her sweet pussy. She worked it in and out as he watched. Deeper and deeper with each stroke. She continued until she was thoroughly excited, and her juices fully coated her toy.

She turned to him, placed the toy in the harness, and said, “kneel slut.”

He dropped to his knees, his face inches from her toy. He could smell her juices and see them glisten. He heard what he knew she was inevitably going to say, “suck it good, my pretty slut.”

He leaned in and took her in his mouth. Sucking her cock as she held his head. He was tasting her juices as his mouth and throat were filled. He could smell the aroma of her arousal. His own cock was throbbing and dripping.

After a few minutes, she told him, “Now, baby, it’s your turn to lean over.” She positioned him where she had been a few minutes before. She removed the teddy so he would feel her bare breasts against his back. She got behind him, and pulled his panties to the side. Her hips were against his, her slick toy between his cheeks. She kissed his neck again as she rubbed her wet toy against his tight asshole. “What do you want, baby?”

All he could manage was a whispered, “please.” She reached around and pulled the nipple chain, causing him to groan.

This time he said louder, “please fuck me.”

“Good boy,” she said, as she slipped a well lubricated finger into his ass. She started working it in and out, deeper and deeper. Then one finger became two, as he relaxed, and started to grind back against her.

His eyes were afire as he felt her fully penetrate him with her cock. She kept going deeper and deeper. Grinding her hips against him, grabbing his ass, and taking him.

She was grinding her own wet pussy against the toy as well. She had gotten so close to cumming when she was fucking herself with it, that she was already on the verge of a tremendous orgasm. She could feel it building. She knew she was about to squirt. Pegging a sub always made her squirt.

The room was filled with moans and grunts. Thighs slapping thighs. Smells of sex. He was stroking his cock. She was fucking him. She cried out as she came, warm wetness splashing his balls and thighs, as her cock was buried deep in his ass, grinding against his prostate. He cried out and came hard, covering his hand and the floor in his sticky, hot semen.

She withdrew from him, and laid with him on the floor a moment, removing the clamps from his sore nipples. She placed his head warmly against her breasts and softly stroked his face. She looked down at him and said, “next time, I’m gonna redden that sweet ass before I fuck it.”

He softly whimpered, “yes. Please, ma’am,” as his breathing started to return to normal.

She stroked his sweaty hair, and softly said, “good boy.”