What I Never Knew I Always Wanted

"Baise-moi, monsieur!" I whispered against his mouth.

He cried out and slammed his dick into me. I screamed again and came immediately. I continued meeting my hips with my own, thrust for thrust. Immediately, I knew what I wanted to do, but being restrained I couldn't.

"Monsieur," I said breathily, "Please undo my restraints."

"Porquoi, ma cherie?"

"I want to serve you, sir."

He raised an eye brown, but did as I requested. I flipped our positions so that I was between his thighs. His moan let me know that he understood what I wanted to do. I lowered my face over his waiting dick, still wet from my orgasm. I blew softly and listened greedily for his subsequent moan. I love listening to their pleasure. I licked the length of his shaft. I glanced up to see his face. His eyes were burning into me as I continued my pleasurable work. Finally, I wrapped my lips around his width. My tongue worked slowly as I moved up and down. I tightened the grip of my lips and continued with my tongue. His breath was coming in short pants. I knew he was close, but he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Laila, ma belle, je vais est venu!"

I came off of him just enough to say, "S'il vous plait, en ma bouche, monsieur." Then continued my relentless attack.

I felt him tense and then heard him scream. He grabbed my head and buried himself deeply. I moaned against his dick and he cried out again.

"FUCK!" he said loudly.

I giggled, "Did you like that, sir?"

"Oh, Laila, more than you know."

The List

"Ma Cherie, let me start by welcoming you to my home. I'm so glad that we have this time together.

I have a few things that I would like for you to accomplish while I'm away. Please, remember if these do not apply to you to disregard.

1)Clean the shower, bathtub, sink areas.

2)Sweep and mop floors.

3)Shave any/all body hair.

4)Shower and wash/condition hair.

5)Towel dry and brush hair.

6)Brush teeth.

7)Open third drawer and obtain clothes.

I hope you enjoy your outfit. The g-string is a special favorite of mine. The cloth that covers your beautiful delicacy has a split. Down the split, you will see a silver chain with several small pearls running down it. This chain of pearls will be in constant contact with your tasty clit, ma Cherie. I'm excited to see what it does to you. After you're dressed, please lie on the bed and watch a movie I have set up. Prepare yourself for me, because I will be hungry when I return.

à toute à l'heure!"

Reading the list made me gasp and shiver. I couldn't wait until he returned. While I wanted to be on the receiving end of some of the punishments I saw in the dungeon, I didn't want to prove myself a poor specimen on my first day. With very close attention to detail, I used the cleaning supplies below the sink to wash every crevice. Once the bathroom sparkled, I removed the borrowed clothes and stepped into the shower. I was already pretty well shaved, but I decided to do a few touch ups. Each completed task made me more and more horny. I knew he would be coming back soon, and I couldn't wait to feel his smooth skin against mine.

The outfit he had in mind for me was found with ease in the third drawer. I fiddled with the pearls on the g-string and felt myself grow wet when I thought of where they would be. I slid a trembling finger against my throbbing, wet pussy. I knew I wouldn't last long when I was finally touched by my very talented Sir. I gently pulled the g-string over my hips and the pearls settled nicely against my clit. I unconsciously writhed against the feel of them rubbing so gently, but insistently against it. I quickly finished dressing and made my way to the television. The movie he had set up for me was a porn. Luckily, the remote was close by so I could skip all of the annoying back story. I don't know who actually enjoyed learning about the characters in a porn, but all I wanted to see was the hot sweaty bodies slamming against one another. I had one hand up my shirt and the other fiddling with the pearls when I heard the door open. A gasp escaped my lips and I stared at my sir in shock.

He growled and placed his things on the table by the door. "Hello, mon chat, I see you're playing with my toys."

I moaned and said, "Oui, monsieur. I want you to touch me so bad."

"Oh, I'm going to, baby. Stand up and let me look at you."

I stood and twirled slowly, letting the gown shimmer around me. The black lace matched the g-string almost perfectly. It had a little detail around the neckline with pearls as well. I heard him growl again and it made things low in my body tighten and contract. I couldn't wait to touch him, but I had to obey the rules. "Monsieur..."

"Yes, Laila?"

"You make me so hot when you growl like that..."

"Oh yeah? How do you think it will feel when I growl against your sweet pussy?"

I gasped again and nodded, "S'il vous plait, monsieur?"

He quickly strode to me and grabbed my hips. I wound my legs around his back and he slammed us against the wall. I cried out as I felt his hips ram into the pearls against my already throbbing clit. "Does that feel good, baby?" he whispered against my lips.

I moaned, "Yes, sir!"

He didn't waste any further words as his lips captured mine. Our tongues battled slowly as he ground his hips into me. I was gasping for air and moaning as quickly as I could breathe. As quickly as he had grabbed me, he spun us until we were at the wall with the different levels of cuffs. I felt him securing me against the wall and couldn't help but writhe to test the bonds. He chuckled at me as though he had expected that exact reaction. "Are you secure, baby?"

I moaned, "Yes, sir. What are you going to do to me?"

"Mmmm, Laila, I believe you need to be punished."

I gasped, but glanced at the floor, "Yes sir, but why?"

He laughed, "You don't want to be punished, ma Cherie?"

"Oh no, I do, but did I do something wrong, monsieur?"

"No, you did everything right baby. That's why you deserve a little pleasure pain..."he trailed off as he searched the box for whatever he was looking for. He swiftly removed my breasts from the flimsy material of the black lace gown. He clamped each nipple into a chain of some sort. I gasped when the cold metal touched my skin and gazed at the device in wonder. I'd heard of these clamps, but never seen them up close. They were really amazing. The skin of my nipple felt as though it was constantly being pinched, but so much more than that. The cold accompanied by the pinching was exquisite.

After the clamps were secure, he slid the pearls away from my clit and pinched it between his fingers. "How does that feel?"

I moaned, "Tres bon, monsieur."

"More?"

"S'il vous plait, monsieur?"

"Avec plaisir, ma Cherie."

In the box of tricks, he removed a whip of sorts. The handle was bound with leather and the straps were a worn black leather as well. There were roughly 8 or 9 straps and they moved like something alive. He drug the tips of the straps across my clamped breasts. With a flick of his wrist, the straps all cascaded down on my chest in rapid succession. I felt each one individually and cried out. Without warning, he did that five more times. My breasts were tingling with the sensation once he stopped. Without speaking, he removed the clamps and placed them in the box. His mouth found my nipple quickly and I cried out again. He continued sucking like he hadn't before. I couldn't contain my screams and I felt the pressure building deep inside me. As if he knew what was about to happen, he stopped and removed the cuffs. I felt suspended in air for a moment before landing on the soft mattress with a thud. I gasped and giggled a little before he was above me. The look on his face stopped my laughter instantly. Spreading my legs, he pushed the top half of my body back down onto the bed. He didn't speak before his mouth was hovering over my wet pussy.

"I'm going to eat now, ma Cherie. I'm very hungry. I'm not sure when I'll be full."

I cried out as he purred against the sensitive skin. His tongue gently and slowly slid inside the folds and found purchase against my clit. Instinctively, I ground my hips against his tongue, but he held back slightly. He wanted to tease, and I couldn't change his plan. He continued slowly dragging his tongue up and down against my throbbing nub until I couldn't take it anymore. I cried out and moaned and screamed my pleasure.

"Did you come, Laila?"

"Not yet, sir. But I'm so close."

"I want you to come on my tongue, baby. I'm going to slide it inside your wet pussy, Laila. I want to feel your walls contract on it. I want to taste your sweet cum in my mouth, cherie. Are you ready?"

I moaned, "Oh, god. Yes.. yes sir. Yes, please."

Without any other words, he slid his tongue as far as it would go inside my pussy. The sensations were incredible. He brought his hand up to hover over my clit and I knew what he intended. A finger gently caressed the throbbing nub and I felt the pressure growing to a head. One final thrust of his tongue as far as it would go inside me, and I let go. I screamed and rocked against his face. I knew that I came hard and I knew that he felt it. I felt him moan against me and I came again.

"Oh, Laila, you're so much fun, Cherie."

I squirmed and moaned a little more as his hot breath blew across my most sensitive body part. I felt his tongue sweep up again to tickle my clit. I cried out and arched my back.

"I like this ring, Laila... you didn't tell me about it."

Swiveling my hips, I drug the ring in question against his face. I breathily responded, "Yes, it comes in handy sometimes."

I felt him chuckle as his hands graced my hips. Without any warning, he flipped my body so I was face down on the bed. "I believe you need a spanking for playing with my toys earlier. What do you think?"

A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. I couldn't answer, I simply nodded my head.

His hands came down roughly on each side of my ass. "How does that feel?"

"Please, sir, please do it again."

He laughed, "No. However..."

I felt his hands spread my lips apart. The tip of his dick brushed against my slick, wet clit. I gasped for breath and squirmed farther back against him. He continued torturing me, just rubbing the bare tip of his dick against me. I knew he was ready, but he kept teasing me. My moans and gasps came closer together. I felt the pressure growing deep inside and right as I was about to come, he shoved himself deep inside me. I screamed my pleasure into the bed. "Oh, my god, SIR!"

"Laila," he breathed as his body encircled mine. We started a slow and steady pace. He would fill me to the brim, pull back almost completely out of me, and then slam into me again. It felt so incredible and I felt the familiar pull of a huge orgasm. I tried to wrap my legs around him from behind, but he held me firmly in place. I could tell he was close and he wanted to get his. I couldn't complain since I'd came so many times, but I wanted to come with him so badly. When he was closer, he picked up speed. My climax was only a few thrusts away and I angled a little downward so I knew he would hit the magic spot. His hands found purchase on my nipples and I felt the walls of my pussy begin to quake with the beginnings of my orgasm. I let out a deep moan and he cried out. He picked me up by my chest and held me against him as I felt his orgasm pulse within me. The sensation of him coming inside me was incredible. I sighed and moaned and squirmed against him again.

"Baby, how do you do that?"

"Do what, sir?" I asked softly, trying to calm my heart beat.

"Make me forget myself."

I was speechless at that remark. I had no idea that I'd had that effect on him. "I'm not sure, sir."

He kissed the side of my head and I felt his lips curl into a smile, "Wanna watch some porn?"

I laughed, "Yes, sir!"

Curled up on the couch with my doting Dom, I sighed in contentment.

"Are you alright ma Cherie?"

"Oui, et toi?"

"Hmmm..." he said as his hands trailed the tops of my breasts, "tres bon, mon chat."

I giggled, "Are we going to watch the same porn I was watching earlier, or a different one?"

"Whatever you want. Were you enjoying the one before?"

I stretched out slightly, "I really don't watch the movie. I skip right to the sex scenes."

He thought about that for a moment before hopping up, "I have the perfect sex scene to show you."

I giggled again, "Okiedokie."

After fiddling with the DVD player for a few moments, the screen showed a very interesting set up. There was a blonde woman laying on her back, a pillow under her head and one under her ass. She had her hands curled around her very large breasts. Between her thighs was another woman, a brunette, kneeling. The kneeling woman had her face buried in between the blonde's thighs. Moans filled the room as my Sir sat down beside me. No words were spoken as the scene continued before us. The only noises coming from the television were the wet sounds of the brunette's slurping and the blonde screaming her pleasure. The camera faded back a bit and someone else entered the scene. A tall man, a red head, came behind the brunette. He slapped her ass once and she rose up on all fours, continuing to face plant into the blonde's eager thighs. She moaned as the man's hand trailed down her ass and cupped her pussy. He made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat before pulling down his basketball shorts and revealing a very hard, very pierced dick. Without speaking a word or indicating his intentions, he slapped the brunette's pussy. She cried out against the blonde and the blonde squirmed harder against her face. The man slid his dick against her lips, just to touch, and she moaned again, arching her back. One hand holding his dick, the other spread her lips wide as he roughly entered her. From experience, I knew that going down on someone made me extremely wet, so I imagine this didn't hurt her. Seconds later, she screamed and rocked back toward him proving my theory. The blonde arched her back and thrust her hips against the brunette's face. They continued in this magical dance for a few moments before the man pulled out of her. He pulled back on her hips, removing her mouth from the blonde's pussy. The girls whimpered for a second, but the man shoved his dick in the brunette's mouth. The blonde sat up and began to lick the brunette from behind. She started at her clit and licked a slow trail all the way up to her asshole. The brunette started to moan against the man's dick and his hands gripped her hair. She was making gagging sounds, but he continued to slam his hips into her face. The blonde continued to lick and suck and slap the brunette's pussy and ass, moaning and crying out as she touched herself.

"I'm close," the man grunted.

The brunette made an eager sound around his dick and kept right on sucking. He started to moan and thrust harder against her face. At his climax, he held her head tight against his dick and yelled, "Fuck yeah!"

The blonde was moaning and continuing to assault the brunette while touching herself.

"Did you come, Heather?" the red headed man asked the brunette as she wiped her face.

She nodded.

"Melissa? Did you come, you dirty slut?"

"Yes, Daddy, thank you for my toy," she purred still on her knees.

"Daddy wants to watch you play with her, baby," he said as he caressed her hair.

Melissa, the blonde, pushed Heather, the brunette, onto the pillows. She spread her legs gently and trailed her hands down Heather's breasts. Arching her back, Heather cried out. Melissa slapped down on each breast before licking down her abdomen. Finally, she slapped Heather's lips before taking her, lips and all, into her mouth. Heather started to rock and cry out. Melissa continued sucking incredibly hard on Heather's pussy. Hands were moving everywhere as the man continued watching with an amused expression. Apparently tired of only observing, he moved in behind Melissa. His pierced dick was hard again already from watching these two go at it. He rubbed himself from Melissa's clit to asshole. She moaned, pussy still sucked into her mouth, and rocked back against him. He thrust into her and started a fast paced pounding against her ass. Moans, cries, and screams filled the room.

I felt a hand trail down my breast and glanced at my sir. The expression on his face was filled with lust. "Cherie," he started.

"Oui, monsieur," I breathily replied.

"I want to fuck your face, baby."

"Mmm, I would love that, sir."

"Kneel."

I did as he asked and he stood before me. Pulling my hair into make shift pigtails, he slid himself into my waiting mouth. I moaned at the feel of his dick against my lips, his balls slapping my chin. He cried out above me and gripped my hair tighter. He started to move back and forth and held on to his handlebars. I couldn't stop my hands from gripping his ass cheeks and holding him closer against my face. I loved the way it felt when he slammed against the back of my throat. He moaned and called my name over and over again. My moans were muffled against his thrusting dick, but it felt so good. He slammed himself against my face once more, cried out, and I felt his cum spill down my throat. Each squirt caused a pulse from his dick. I licked and lightly sucked until he cried out again.

"Laila," he breathed.

"Sir," I said, after swallowing.

"You're so perfect."

"Thank you sir."

"Come here, let me make you come baby."

I slid over to him and he clamped his mouth around my breast. I cried out and arched my back. My knees gave out and I ended up straddling his legs. My bare clit touched his thigh and I started to ride. He reached out and slapped my ass as he continued his assault on my nipple. Within seconds I was coming, hard, as I rode his thigh and he sucked, licked, and nipped at my breast. Screams filled the room and I heard, and felt, him chuckle. "Did that feel good, Laila?"

I whimpered, "Yes, sir."

"What did you think of the scene, ma cherie?"

"It was so hot, sir."

"Do you like girl on girl porn?"

I giggled a little, "It's really my favorite."

He raised an eyebrow, "Good, your next assignment is to fuck a girl while I watch. What do you think about that?"

I felt myself grow wet at the mere mentioning of eating a girl out. "Really, sir?"

He growled a little, "Oh, yes, ma cherie. I want to see your pretty little mouth pressed up against another pretty little pussy. I want to watch you touch and squeeze her breasts. I want to see your fingers trail down her body and pinch her clit. I believe we will have a lot of fun tomorrow."

I swallowed, growing wetter still, "Tomorrow?"

"Yes, baby. Are you excited?"

I slid my hand down to cup my dripping pussy, "Oh yes, very. Feel?"

A low moan escaped his lips as he touched my wet lips, "Oh you are excited aren't you? I can't let this go to waste, lean back, cherie."

Without further words, Sir sucked my clit into his mouth. I cried out and rocked my hips against his face. He moaned, clit still in his teeth, and I screamed my orgasm. He continued lapping his tongue against my pussy as more cum dripped out. A contented sigh escaped my lips again. "Oh, my."

Raising up between my legs, I saw Sir's dick was hard again. He rubbed himself against me before sliding in and burying himself deeply. The pace changed after that, slow and languorous. Sir continued to slowly thrust into me, caress my breasts, and whisper sweet French nothings in my ear. I came again, slow, but hard, and he moaned as he felt my walls clench around him. His orgasm followed mine closely. We fell asleep, him buried within me, on the floor.

I woke up to the smell of bacon. I stretched my arms over my head and sighed as I felt each muscle clench and release. I wasn't in the floor where I remember falling asleep, but in the cushy bed in the corner. Fleece blankets were cocooned around me and I snuggled deeper, enjoying the feel of the fabric against my skin.