Time to Let Go

 

It had been a bad week, she couldn't figure out what she was going to do. She was stuck in one place when she so much wanted to be somewhere else. Her frustration level was through the roof and with that frustration came an intense sexual need to be punished and used. Normally she likes adventurous but gentle but at times like these she knew of only one person who could satisfy her, and boy did she hope he answered his phone. She dialled his number and listened to it ring and ring, on the fifth ring he answered "hello?"

 

 "Mischa, you busy?"
 "No"
 "Can you come over?"
 "Yes babe, I can be there in 20. Should I bring anything?"
 "I'm in a mood Mischa, can you bring the green bag tonight?"
 "That kind of mood darlin'? Do you need to talk?"
 "No Mischa, not yet anyway. Just bring the bag please. The door will be open for you so just come in."
 "Okay, will be there in 20 or less. You know what I want you to wear so be ready." With that he hung up and I started to get ready.

 

 I placed water bottles on the bedside table, knowing I will need them by the end of the night. Ohhh tonight was going to be fun, I am just glad I didn't have to work tomorrow because I know I am going to be sore. I glanced quickly at the clock and knew I only had a few more minutes left to finish getting ready. I put my hair up into a ponytail and strip down to just panties, bra and thigh highs, I'm glad I am not wearing my favourite set because I know by the end of the night this set will be ruined. As the time ticks down I open the door slightly and move about 6 feet away and get down on my knees. I wait until I hear his footsteps and when I hear them I duck my head and put my hands behind my back getting into a submissive position.

 

 The door opens quietly and I hear him as he moves in and closes it. I hear as he places the bag on the floor and moves closer to me. My body starts to quiver with anticipation of what is to come, but I also know if I make even the slightest movement then I wouldn't get what I needed, that he would leave without a backward glance. I close my eyes and listen as he walks around me, inspecting me like a piece of meat. When he stops in front of me, I can feel him srudying me, trying to figure what is wrong. He crouches down and gently lifts my face.

 

 "Open your eyes babe" he tells me softly.

 "What?" I ask after I open them.
 "Why do you need this?"
 "Because"
 "That isn't an answer and you know it"
 "Because I don't belong here anymore. This place no longer feels like home and I don't know where I belong anymore. I feel guilty because I am leaving people I care about but if I don't leave then I will go crazy. Tell.me what I am supposed to do?"
 "Okay and thank you. Are you ready?"
 "Yes" and with that answer our play began.

 

 He told me to stay where I was while he finished setting up the bedroom. He grabbed his bag and left me kneelling there thinking. It took him a few minutes but when he came back he stood behind me. I felt his hand on my shoulder and after giving it a light squeeze he grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back until i was looking straight up into his face. He caressed my cheek and slipped his hands back to my shoulders, getting a firm grip on them he lifts me to my feet and walks me to the bedroom. Walking in I notice that he had lit a bunch of candles and had laid out the toys on the dresser. I try to see what he had took out but he forces my head to look at the bed instead. I see the restraints already on the bedposts and wonder all of what he has planned. I didn't need to wait very long before I felt him rip my panties off and bend me over the end of the bed. He starts to rub his hands over my ass, rubbing and massaging in circles going closer and closer to my rosette. I feel him spread my ass cheeks and he starts to rub my littlest hole. He tells me to stay in the position I am in and to not move a muscle. Just as he was about to turn away to get what he needed I grinned and wiggled my ass just to see what he would do. Before I could even get back into position I felt his hand spank my ass so hard I think he left a hand print. Again he turned but this time I remained still. When he returned he told me to stay absolutely still. I felt something cold being dribbled down my ass then massaged into my rosette before I felt something being pushed against it. When Mischa began to feel me tense he told me to start rubbing my clit so I could relax my muscles and after a bit the butt plug was easier insert. This one felt bigger than the one we usually used and no matter how I moved it felt like it was splitting me in two.

 

 "I want you to move up on the bed now and when you get half way I want you to stop and stay on your hands and knees." Mischa ordered.

 

 Climbing up onto the bed became a mixture of pain and pleasure as everytime I moved I could feel the butt plug move. Finally reaching the middle I stopped and waited. Mischa stalked to the right side of the bed first and attached the first restraint to my ankle. Trailing his finger up my calf, over my ass and down my back, he reached my wrist. Taking that restraint he locked it to my wrist and and asked me again if I was sure. At my answer he walked around and did the same to my left ankle and wrist.

 

 Then he climbed onto the bed. The fun was about to start. The first thing he did was grab my ponytail, pull my head back and kissed me. This was no light peck on the lips type kiss, this kiss was the type of kiss one gave a lover to show how much passion they had and how much they were going to bring out of you. After the kiss, he licked and nibbled his way down my neck and across my shoulders then started to trace designs across the skin on my back with his fingers. His touch was so gentle and sensuous that I began to squirm. With every movement I heard him count a number. I wasn't exactly sure what the numbers meant but as he started to get closer to my bum I had got that feeling of excitement run through me, I was going to get spanked. Only thing was though he moved right off the bed which caused me to let out a small growl which he heard and chuckled at. Picture a 6'3", 245 pound muscle bound Russian, this is the man I chose to punish me, and when he chuckles I know I am in for a pleasurable punishment. I just wish I was brave enough to turn my head and see what toy he was picking.

 

 After a few moments I felt him climb back onto the bed and move towards me. I waited and waited to see what he would do when I felt the first whack on my ass. He had brought out the paddle, oh yeah I wasn't going to be sitting tomorrow. Slowly and with no warning he brought the paddle down again and again, counting off as he did. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain and right now I was waiting for the pleasure to kick in which would happen soon I hope. He paddled my ass 10 more times before he started to rub the tender skin and that is when the pleasure kicked in. The sensations he created were amazing and with each caress I could feel the tingles start low in my belly. His fingers reach my pussy lips and he lightly runs his finger down testing how wet I am. I heard him groan and I wanted to see the look on his face so I turned my head and when I did I saw him with his finger in his mouth, eyes closed and damn it was hot to see. I thought I had gotten away with the quick glance but the hard whack that just connected with my tush proved otherwise.

 

 Now I am a sassy sub and I will do anything to push a persons limits and sometimes I wish my body would listen to my brain, because my next move will not go over very well. I needed this to go further, I needed the punishment, I needed that whole body satisfaction so I did the only thing I could think of, I wiggled my ass and giggled out "Ohh Master". Not my brightest idea to date but I knew Mischa and I trusted him to not get carried away. Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment, I will let you know tomorrow which one I am.

 

 The plug was still in my ass and so far I have been lucky that the paddle has stayed away from it, but I knew that soon my luck will change. Am I ready for that pain? Am I ready to really push those limits that will bring what I need? I know the word that needs to be said to take it to the next level and the word which will bring everything to a stop. So which word should I use? Do I satisfy my conscience and soul or do I just go for the soft and sensual? I know that Mischa will be okay with either, I also know that if I choose to continue the after play part will be soft and gentle and everything my heart needs.

 

 "Mischa?"
 "Yes Irish?"
 "Green." And with that one word I gave him permission to do what he feels right and to use me as he sees fit. That thrill of excitement of knowing what may happen courses through me and makes me wetter than I already am.

 

 The first thing he does is move up behind me and starts to rub my back. This is his way of agreeing and comforting me before what I asked for is given. Then I feel the paddle again and each stroke lands harder than the one before. Right then left, top then bottom, and suddenly he lands a gentle blow right on top of the plug which drives it further in. I thought it would be painful but instead it feels pleasurable. He sets up a rhythm, right, left then center over and over again. Each stroke brings me closer to orgasm. Then he stops which causes me to bite the pillow so I couldn't scream in frustration, I wanted to cum so badly. I felt his finger enter my pussy, then two, slowly pumping them in then out. I am so close to orgasming that I am sure he can feel my walls clamping down and I feel like begging him to finish me. Then it was cold, his fingers no longer in me, his body no where near mine and my frustration raises another level. I feel the bed shift as he moves off the bed and hear him moving the toys around, I wonder what he plans to do next. Patience has never been a virtue of mine and Mischa knows this and uses it sometimes against me. I have a feeling tonight my patience is going to be tested over and over again.

 

 I look up when I feel the bed dip and there kneeling in front of me is Mischa in all his naked glory, his cock hard and standing straight up. Gawd, I forgot how gorgeous he is, all 6'3" 245 pounds of him. I notice how he is kneeling, one hand behind his back hiding something the other stroking his cock lightly. I swear I am about to drool with just the thought of having that cock in my mouth. Then he pulls the hand holding the toys forward and places them in front of me. There are 3 items, all small and all created for prolonging pleasure, one is a cock ring, the other 2 a clit clip and nipple clamps. Yep he is going to torment me in such a way that I will not forget.

 

 After he laid down the toys he romoved the restraints on my wrists and helped me to kneel and I swore the butt plug stretched me even more. Then he moved to my ankles and removed those restraints also.

 

 "Irish on your back now, legs spread and heels on the edge of the bed. Do it now and do it quick."

 

 I moved quickly, getting into position and forgetting about the plug I sat before laying back driving it further in for a moment. Finally I got comfortable with my legs in the position he wanted, my pussy open and bare for him to see. Mischa got on his knees and moved his face closer taking in my scent and how wet I was. Anticipating what was gonna happen next my fingers gripped the bed covers and I let out a small moan. He started at the bottom and ran his tongue up to my clit giving it a few licks before he totally buried his face in my pussy. I forgot how talented his mouth and tongue were and as he ate me out my hips started to gyrate, just rubbing it on his face. After a few moments he moved back to my clit and started to suck and nibble. He pulled my pussy lips further apart giving him more access and making me moan louder. He almost brought me to orgasm again but I knew he wouldn't let me fall off that edge. Again and again he almost brought me to that point and by this time my cries were coming constantly and louder and there was no way I could lie still. I knew if I said what I wanted to say I would get punished but I just couldn't stay quiet.

 

 "Mischa, for fuck sakes I wanna cum". I growled out while trying to lift my head so I could look at his face. He just looked up and smiled at me before spreading my pussy lips and placing the clip on my clit. If you have never seen one just picture a cotter pin or bobby pin and that is what a clit clip looks like.

 

 He stood up and leaned over me still smiling and staying eerily quiet. He lifted his hand and held out the nipple clamps for me to see. These ones must be new because they had weights attached to the chain dangling between the two. I was looking forward to this part because with my nipples being so sensitve it may make me have a little orgasm. He pulled them to their full length and attached them then he tugged the chain making sure they didn't come loose. Once he was satisfied he moved off the bed and helped me to sit. Standing back he leaned against the dresser and started to play with his cock which was already hard. When he saw me lick my lips he placed the cock ring around it and I could see the veins pop out just a wee bit.

 

 "Irish, get your ass over here and kneel in front of me" he ordered. I moved quickly and in seconds I was kneeling in front head bowed and hands behind my back. He took his cock in one hand and used the other to lift my face up. "Now you are gonna suck my cock until I tell you to stop". With those words I opened my mouth and took him in my mouth. The first few bobs of my head were light and wet, then when I had him fully in my mouth I started to massage it with my tongue while I hummed around it. He could feel the sensations and let out a little groan as I started to pick up speed and suction. Then I just concentrated on the head, licking and sucking and kissing the tip. All of a sudden he grabbed my head and told me to open wide for him. I opened my mouth and he started to pump in and out, slowly and shallow thrusts at first then deeper and deeper. Soon I was gagging and drooling all over the place, eyes watering and trying to breathe through my nose. After a few minutes of this he removed one hand and reached behind him bringing a long ruler with it. My ass was still tender and warm from the previous paddling and I knew this was going to hurt, there wouldn't be a lot of pleasure with this punishment. "How many swats should I give you Irish? Do you think 5 on each side is sufficient for your earlier demand?" I knew answering him would only increase the number of swats so I remained silent and accepted the outcome. The first swat was gentle as was the second and with each swat my body moved forward swallowing his cock. Each swing came harder and harder and now the hand that was on the back of my head was helping me to deep throat his cock. I couldn't gasp as I was already gagging but I was feeling the pleasure build up again in my belly.

 

 When the swats were done he dropped the ruler and pushed my head back. He removed the cock ring and grabbed my head again and started to push his cock in and out of my mouth going deeper and faster with each thrust. I could feel him getting even harder and I knew soon he was going to cum but I didn't know where. He threw his head back and thrust his hips forward one last time before pulling out and cumming all over my face. I had just barely closed my eyes before I felt the warm wetness cover every inch of my face and neck. When he was done pumping the last little bit out he leaned down and kissed the top of my head and began to wipe my face clean with a warm cloth. Finally able to open my eyes I looked up amd saw the smile on his face. I loved seeing that smile but I also knew this was the easiest part.

 Mischa hooked his finger under the chain of the nipple clamps and helped me to stand. Once on my feet he led me over to the bench and that sat in front of a full length mirror. Turning me so I faced the mirror he stood behind me and tugged gently on the chain and started to caress my breasts with his other hand.

 

 "Irish, look up and watch what I do to your body, watch as I create goosebumps across your skin." As he spoke he trailed his finger across my skin and down to my pussy. Once his hand reached my pussy lips he slid his finger across my swollen clit causing me to jerk back and gasp. Then he inserted his finger into pussy and started to move it in and out. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter and when I leaned back I could feel his cock getting hard again. Then he bent me over the bench, my ass in the air and he grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back so I.could see what he was doing to me. He started to rub against my ass causing the plug to move in and out a little. He created a rhythm and it felt so good like he was fucking it gently. I thought he would pull the plug out theb but when he moved his cock tip against my pussy I knew I was in for a treat. Sliding just the tip in he did shallow thrusts, just teasing me with with what I desired. By this point we were both sweating and vibrating with tension. I heard him say something but I was so far into the pleasure I couldnt make out the words. Then he rammed his cock deep into my pussy and set up a fast and hard rhythm that had us both panting, sweating and moaning. Everytime he thrust in the butt plug also got driven into me making it feel like I was being fucked by 2 people. My cries grew louder as my passion grew and his mumbling came faster and more incoherent and soon I couldn't keep up with the movement. His thrusts became erratic and I was hoping I would be able to cum either when he did or just before but my hopes were dashed when I looked at him in the mirror and watched as his mouth opened in one last grunt and I felt the cum splash across my back and ass.

 

 As I was trying to catch my breath I smiled at him and said asked if we could have a quick shower before we started again.

 

 I stood up and without permission started to walk towards the shower. He was holding back still and I figured he needed a little more push before he truly did what we both wanted and craved. I looked over my shoulder, smirked and crooked my finger, if this didn't make him lose it I don't know what will. All of a sudden I heard the growl, you know that sound you make when your frustrated, horny and humoured all at the same time. I finally pushed the right button and I giggled. Then I felt arms grab me and I was flung over his shoulder. I could hear him counting and mumbling what he was going to do to me, the accent was thicker and the words became hard to understand. Had I pushed him to far?

 

 I guess I was about to find out because very quickly I was thrown on the bed and he was on top of me. He gripped my hips and pulled me up until I was on all fours then rammed his cock into my pussy so hard I yelped. Setting a hard fast pace he fucked me like there was no tomorrow. You could hear the bed hit the wall and I had to brace myself to prevent me from going head first into the headboard. Then he was lifting me up and flipped me over while never missing a stroke. After placing a couple of pillows under my ass he crossed my legs in front of me and while gripping them in one hand he continued to plow into me. I could see the sweat on his body causing his skin to glisten in the candle light, his pants and moans coming louder and faster. I couldn't move so I laid there and enjoyed, this is what I wanted and craved. I felt his cock get harder and bigger and knew he was about to blow. He started to rub my clit gently at first and I could feel that elusive orgasm begin low in my belly, I hoped he would let me finish this time but i wasn't going to hold my breath. Then my walls started to tighten and my limbs start to shake, I knew it wouldn't be long before I exploded all around him. My moans got louder turning into cries of pleasure as he relentlessly played with my clit.

 

 "You will cum when I tell you Irish, not before and not after." He said. I could see he was waiting, his movements becoming impossibly faster.

 

 I was almost ready to cum and I started mumbling "now, please cum now". He continued to fuck me for a few more minutes then I felt his body begin to tense. We were almost there and I knew the second he said now I would explode. Holding back was becoming difficult, my body needed the release that was building and I couldn't wait much longer. This was torture in such a good way and yet I just wanted to fall over the edge. Anytime now for goodness sake.

 

 "Are you ready Irish?? Are you ready to cum?" Mischa whispered in my ear.

 

 My breaths were coming out ragged, face flushed and sweat covering me, all I could do was nod my head frantically. I was ready, boy was I ready. Yet he still pounded me, I knew after this I was going to be sore and walking later would be near impossible, but hell I have never felt so satisfied before. Every hole in my body had been used, every nerve prepped and drawn tight and I loved it. Mischa's pace quickened and he gripped my hips ever tighter probably causing bruises in the shape of his fingers. All of a sudden he leans back, pulls me in even closer and changes the rhythm. Then he opened his mouth and hoarsely cried "Cum now Irish, cum all over my cock."

 

 With those words I soaked him and the pillows that were still under me. He cried out at the same time my walls gripped his cock. On and on we came, wave after wave of beautiful orgasm and I could barely catch my breath and noticed Mischa having the same problem. He was still moving slowly inside me and each stroke caused little bursts of pleasure to wrack my body. Eventually he slid out and laid down beside me. I thought we may cuddle for a bit before heading for a shower, but I was wrong. He tucked me in closer to him and lightly trailed his fingers over my skin watching and feeling the tremors that went through my body. His fingers were going lower, until they reached the opening of my pussy. He slowly and gently circled my clit with his finger causing it to get firmer with each pass. Then he flicked it with his fingers making me arch my back off the bed. Good gosh what is he gonna do now? I still hadn't come down from my orgasm and he was already playing with my very sensitive clit again. Each touch making my muscles jump and little whimpers to escape my throat. I wasn't sure if I could continue, I don't think I could cum again or that I had anything left in me. But he was proving me wrong again.

 

 "You look so beautiful when you are being pleasured" he whispered. "The way your face shines and your eyes close with each whimper. The way you move and grind your pussy into my hand makes this so erotic to watch... Do you want to cum again Little Irish? Do you want to soak my hand?" He asked.

 

 Again all I could do was nod my head. The sound of his voice and the scent of our combined skin combined with his touch was making it impossible for me to remain quiet. My moans changed to cries, begging him to finish begging him to take over that final edge. Soon a familiar feeling was building inside, the mix of muscles spasming and the feeling of needing to pee. I knew what was about to happen and I started to swear. I was telling him to go harder and faster with his magical fingers and when he heard that he leaned up and reached down to push his finger deep inside my pussy. Curling his finger up, he found my gspot and started to rub and tap gently, each touch causing me to gasp. Then I felt it start and I started to moan even louder. I was so glad the windows were closed because I swore people would have been able to hear me outside. Then the finger on his other hand found my clit again and started a hard and fast pace. I felt the first little gush, then more and more with each finger thrust. This was going to be wet but I couldn't care because I was so close. Then he removed his finger from inside and started to finger my clit again.

 

 Again he leaned down and placed his lips next to my ear. "It's time Irish. Let everything out. See how far you can go today. I would love to see you squirt." At those words I felt the dam burst wide open and as he watched a let lose a stream so hard I practically made it to the end of the end. Squirt after squirt, I soaked the bed and once I was done I flopped back and groaned. I couldn't move, totally spent and my brain a fog I just laid there trying to get my breath back. He whispered for me not to move and he got up and walked to the bathroom. I could hear him turn on the water to the tub and then the soft scent of lavender came into the room. I closed my eyes and smiled enjoying the comfort. I felt him lean in and he pick me up cradling me to his chest. He kissed the tip of my nose and chuckled when I tried to snuggle right into him. I felt safe and content. He gently lowered me into the tub making sure I was comfortable and warm. When he stood up he told me he would be back in a minute. I heard some shuffling from the bedroom but couldn't rouse myself enough to find out what he was doing. I was just starting to doze when I felt him climb into the tub behind me. Settling me between his legs, he wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my head.

 

 "How do you feel babe?" He asked quietly.
 "Mmm, I feel wonderful" I smiled up at him. "How do you feel Mischa?"
 "Like I could sleep for a couple of days" he chuckled.

 

 We gently washed each other and then he helped me from the tub and dried me off. It was wonderful having someone there to just be with. Once he was dry, he again picked me up and carried me to bed. I noticed then that he had changed the bedding and blew out all the candles. Laying me down he pulled the covers over me and tucked me in, then he walked to the other side and crawled in beside me. Wrapping our arms around each other we cuddled down, kissed good night and slept. Finally I felt safe, fulfilled and happy. Tomorrow I will be sore but I know I will be okay.

 

 The End