Feisty ~ Part II

He watched a nature show on the enormous flat screen in his T.V. room.

Occasionally, he would rattle the steel chain connected to my collar or gently pull at one of my pigtails and emit a contented sigh. I sat at his feet, wearing nothing but a black leather waist cincher that pinched painfully into my waist and a pair of patent leather pointe boots.

It had taken every ounce of self-control I had to not beg him to let me suck his cock when he made me lie on the floor as he carefully laced each boot, squeezing at my calves to make sure he wasn’t cutting off my circulation.

He wiggled the leash lazily, so I turned around and put my chin on his knee. I smiled up at him, and he put his thumb in my mouth and pressed the pad on my tongue and moved it in and out, each time deeper, until I gagged. He smiled and pulled me up off my haunches by the pigtails and slapped my face. I felt involuntary tears wet my burning cheeks, and he lowered his hand and gave one of my naked breasts a vicious slap.

“I’ll give you something to cry about,” he whispered almost tenderly, and pulled me all the way to standing by my hair. I wobbled precariously in my special shoes and whimpered.

“Stand straight!” he hissed, and backhanded my ass.

I tried to balance myself as best I could on my trembling legs and closed my eyes to the sharp pain in my feet. I felt his hands squeezing at my ankles again, moving slowly up my legs to the smooth moist flesh of my inner thighs. He pinched my skin, then slapped it.

I nearly collapsed from the blow, and he held me up by the waist — I screamed from the pain, and tears ruined my dark eye makeup. He pressed himself up against me, and I could feel his growing erection on my hip as he spread my ass cheeks and pressed into the jeweled silver butt plug he’d inserted after he’d finished lacing the boots.

“This gives new meaning to the words ‘diamond ring'”, he said to me.

I leaned into him and licked at his neck. He spread my pussy lips and flicked my clit with his middle finger, and I shivered and fell to my knees in front of him. He chuckled above me, and I ran my hands up his legs toward his cock, but he slapped them away and sat down on his easy chair again. I turned to the television, but I heard him unzipping his pants and turned back toward him expectantly.

He was holding his dick so the swollen, nearly lavender head was sticking out beyond his fist.

“Lick it,” he said.

I lapped at the bulb and made it glossy with my saliva. His legs began to twitch and I suppressed a smile, knowing he’d make me stop if he saw my pleasure. He lifted his fist and exposed his balls, so I gave them a slow, warm tongue bath that made my clit swell.

Mmm… if He loses Himself and lets me keep licking, He’ll be dripping off my chin soon.

I was so aroused that I lost myself and started to lick the fragrant skin at the base of his dick. He slapped me so hard in the mouth I tasted salt and iron, and stuffed himself back into his pants.

“You don’t get any more unless you earn it, bitch,” he said, pulling at my pigtails. My bruised lip quivered, and his eyes softened.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” he asked, and I nodded. He smiled broadly and stood up.

“Stay,” he said, and pointed toward the floor. I watched him as he walked out and wondered what he had in mind.

Was He going to make me eat dog food? Would I, just to please Him? l looked down at my trembling haunches and sighed.

For Him, I’ll try.

I heard him walking back, and when he came in, he was carrying a ceramic bowl.

Oh God.

I smiled as he put the bowl down in front of me, expecting a quivering pile of mystery meat.

“Well, eat,” he said, and I looked down in puzzlement. “…or at least, drink.”

The bowl was full of milk, and it was decorated with an amber swirl of honey. I looked up at him and my lips started to quiver again, but I didn’t dare disobey him. He knew that I couldn’t stomach milk; I’d told him many times how I didn’t even drink milk as a baby because even then, it had made me retch and gag. I couldn’t stand the inherent milkiness of it; the slightly sweet slimy chalkiness it had, but he stood resolutely and watched me as the first couple of tears plopped into the bowl.

“If you don’t drink this milk, then you won’t get any other kind for three days,” he said, referring to his milk.

Three days! I don’t think I could stand twelve hours without tasting Him.

He took my face in his hands and nodded slowly –  it’s as if he had read my thoughts. I looked down, then put my hands palms down on both sides of the bowl.

Just a couple of licks, and maybe He’ll give me a reprieve.

Just as soon as I started to lower my face to the bowl, he walked behind me and sat down on his easy chair.

“That’s right. Ass up, so I can see the pretty jewelry I got you,” he said. I felt myself spread open as I bent over, back arched, and my breasts grazed the carpet. My face was just centimeters from the bowl and I began to sweat as the nauseating smell hit me.

Just a little taste.

I looked through the space between my knees and saw his pants down around his knees.

He’s stroking His cock. I tightened around my butt plug and my hips bucked.

“Oh yeah,” he sighed, and I felt the force of his expelled breath on the naked skin of my cunt.

I held my breath and dipped my tongue into the bowl. I shivered with revulsion, but I lapped at it anyway and hoped that I wouldn’t vomit and ruin his expensive carpet. My chest started to burn since I was afraid to breathe, and my hands turned to fists on the carpet.

He’ll be so mad if I throw up!

My ears began to ring, and I looked down at the bowl in dismay. I opened my mouth wide, took a deep breath… and then dry heaved so forcefully my body curved in on itself. I heard him groan behind me and wondered whether he’d come, but I didn’t look back. I tried to dip my tongue into the milk, but I was so repulsed I was shaking. I held my breath again and started to lick gingerly at the milk, and I was so concentrated on not retching that I didn’t notice that he’d gotten up.

He pressed his foot on my back between my shoulder blades, and the whole bottom half of my face went into the milk.

Drink it,” he said, and I retched so hard I actually inhaled some milk. He lifted his foot, and I coughed and wheezed milky spittle on his carpet. He grabbed a handful of hair and pointed to the cloudy drool.

“Look what you’ve done to my expensive rug…” he said, and rubbed my nose in it.

“Lick it up!” He said impatiently, and his hard cock bobbed with his passion. I opened my mouth and licked obediently, and he drummed the fingers of his other hand on the underside of his cock. He let go of my hair, so I stopped licking and looked up at him.

“Keep going!” he said, and slapped my ass so hard I groaned. He grabbed the butt plug and pulled it out quickly, and then I felt warm spit on my asshole.

I know He loves anal, but I’m sure He also knows that I enjoy it just as much as He does.

I worried the milk with my lips as he slid two fingers deep inside my asshole. I felt the head of his cock sliding on the crack of my ass and took a lick of the milk and retched.

“Good,” he said, and moved his hands to my inner thighs and pinched my pussy lips with his other hand, spreading me open. I slurped and trembled, eager for him to give in to his lust.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, and the head of his cock stretched my asshole. My mouth grew slack with pleasure as he fucked me, and his hands moved from my pussy to my waist and squeezed. The ache in my waist only made the pleasure more pronounced, but I tried to remain still as he grunted behind me, afraid he’d stop if I showed too much enjoyment. He let go of my waist and reached between my legs and slid three fingers into my cunt. I moaned as my clit rubbed against his palm, and he reached up and pulled my pigtails with the other hand.

My eyes were glazed over with lust, and milk dripped freely from my chin as his balls slapped my pussy.

He used my pussy as a handle as he thrust into my ass, and his fingers pressed into my g-spot while his palm rubbed my clit. One of my breasts slid into the bowl of milk and it sloshed messily on the carpet but I didn’t care; I was nearly silent with pleasure and my orgasm was just a couple of thrusts away…  but then, he pulled out, walked in front of me and knelt. I thought he wanted to finish in my mouth so I yelped with eagerness, but instead he stroked his cock frenetically, and in dismay I watched as spurt after spurt of his precious seed fell into the milk.

Oh no! He’s going to make me drink all of it now, but I won’t be able to taste Him and I might even throw Him up.

I hiccupped and started to weep with frustration. His eyebrow rose in surprise, and in a rare show of tenderness he pulled the bowl aside, pulled me up and kissed me, slowly licking all the milk and honey from my face and breasts. I sighed, wrapped my arms around him and put my sticky face in the crook of his neck.

He smells so fucking good, I wish he’d take off his clothes and let me bury my nose between his legs…

“Soon it’ll be your turn, and you’ll be begging me to stop,” he said, and kissed my forehead.


Categories: Bondage, Consensual, CP, Dominance & Submission, Erotica, Multi-part Story, Orgasm Denial, Reluctance, Rough Sex, Short Story, Spanking, XimenaTags: , , , , , , , , , , , ,


I undulate in your vision
A strange beauty
in a world of plastic, collagen and steel
The endearing oddball
the living, breathing Picasso that you want to figure out
but too afraid to venture into my penumbra
you cower at the gate, fingering the knob on the door to my most secret place
wishing you could find the courage to walk with me
love me, just as I am


  1. nilla

    oh. gawd.

    that was so evil and fucking tender…hawt and dirty and sexual and intense….are there even enough adjectives to say how much i enjoyed this one?



    • ximenawrites

      My goodness, Ms. Nilla ~

      You just devoured that story!

      I really love these two characters, they get on (and off ) so well together…

  2. nilla

    hee…drank it all down like the hungry slut i am…still chuckling over your reply!

    and now?

    thirsty for…more?



  3. Meme

    quite severe…not sure I am that eager for milk/his either if he is that mean.
    I ave quite an aversion to milk as well.

    I must be too wimpy.


    • ximenawrites

      I must be too wimpy.

      Hardly. This story is just a bit rougher than what I’m used to posting, for those who enjoy it. I try to write for all tastes, colors, and flavors.

      I’m glad you were brave enough to give it a read anyway :-)

  4. Squeaky

    *gasp* RAWR! Rough indeed, but…just…sooooo hot! So much enjoying reading about these two. Can’t *wait* for part III ! :D

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