humbled – Ivy

Humbled, Part 10

I had puddled onto the sheets by the time Switch was finished with me. He had hit all the points he knew got me off, played every card in his hand, but still kept me teetering on the edge. By the time he removed the gag and asked me how I was doing, I was spent.

“I’m…I’m just…” I couldn’t finish. My voice was something between a moan and a whine.

He chuckled and traced his finger up and down my slit. “Are you sorry?”

I nodded. “I’m so, so sorry,” I mumbled into the pillow, “I’m so sorry.”

I felt him reach up and start to untie my wrists. “what a good girl. Maybe I’ll let you cum after work.” He removed the blindfold and chuckled, leaning down and kissing my shoulder-blade. “Now get yourself together and go take a shower.”

Humbled, Part 9

In the morning, Switch untied my hands and moved them up to the headboard, retying them there as I groggily tried to process what was going on as I woke. He rolled me fully onto my stomach and gave my rear a rough spank. “Ass up, now.” I groaned and shifted, sticking my ass into the air.

He untied my legs and shifted my knees apart until I was spread out. He tied my legs to the sides of the bed frame to ensure I wouldn’t move from this position. I could feel the cool air teasing over my cunt, it was still a little wet. He didn’t remove the blindfold.

“When do you have to go to work?” he asked.

I groaned, “noon. What time is it?”

“Seven thirty,” he replied and traced a finger over my slit.

I moaned and shivered at his touch, “why so early?”

“Because I want to be sure I’ve made you suffer before you have to go,” he said and pinched my clit. I gasped and squirmed around as he continued. “I figure you’ll need to shower, so three hours should be sufficient."

My eyes widened behind the blindfold, "come on, no…just…you don’t want to. Why don’t we just…” He had shoved something into my mouth, pushing it past my teeth. What I deduced was the masking tape he had used to hold my fingers into my hands went over it, sealing my lips shut.

“If you would’ve just been better last night, I wouldn’t have to do all this to you, baby,” Switch replied. He held my ass apart, spat obscenely a few times into my hole before pushing his thumb in. I bucked against him and he laughed. “You could’ve just cum this morning, but I told you, you’re just a fucktoy now. And I’m going to take my time having fun with you.”

Humbled, Part 8

I cannot describe how difficult it can be to sleep unfulfilled like that. Especially when relief is lying next to you, doing nothing to help.

I managed to sleep until some strange hour of the morning where there was no sunlight attempting to come through the blindfold. Attempting to maybe break Switch’s resolve, I started to slide against him just so.

“Go back to sleep, Ivy,” he murmured, not lifting a finger.

I sighed and pressed myself back against him. “What am I doing?”

“Ivy,” he sounded like he was trying to coax a child away from the dessert in the refrigerator. There was amusement in his condescension. “I told you, tomorrow morning. Keep pushing and I’ll make it tomorrow afternoon.”

“Keep pushing what?” I could barely contain a chuckle.

Switch reached around me and pinched my nipple through the fabric of the lingerie, “keep pushing my patience and you’ll be demoted to fucktoy.”

“Demoted?” I feigned shock, “do I still keep my benefits?”

He laughed softly, “you are so fucked tomorrow, Ivy. If you think tonight was rough, you are so fucked tomorrow. Now go to sleep, you little slut.“

Humbled, Part 7

When he had finished with me, Switch allowed me a drink of water and untied my hands. He made me keep the outfit on when I brushed my teeth and got ready to go to sleep. When I came back in to his bedroom, he put my blindfold back on and led me back over to his bed. My exposed ass was still sore when he sat me down on it to tie my arms in front and my legs together.

I still had not gotten off and, while it was not the first time I had slept in his bed tied up, it was the first time he had made me go to sleep without letting me cum. “But, I was a good girl,” I insisted when he made me lie down.

“So?” he chuckled and traced his fingers up my thigh to the lace at the hem of my outfit. I shivered under his touch.

“So, I want to cum,” I pouted, “I want you to untie my legs right now and make me cum.”

I heard him turn off the light and felt him climb into bed beside me. Unlike the last time, he didn’t touch me beyond looping an arm around me and pulling me close. “I said maybe in the morning.”

“That’s too long,” I huffed.

I heard the smile in his voice. “Good night, Ivy.”

Humbled, Part 6

After he had dried me off, Switch brought me over to the end of his bed and threw my lingerie back at me. “Put this back on,” he said as he walked over to the chair and picked up the belts that had held my legs to the legs of the chair. I didn’t protest, pulling it back on and knotting it in the back.

Switch used the belts to tie my hands to the end of the bed, forcing me to bend over slightly. He put some pressure on my lower back, making me get up on my toes to tilt my ass into the air for him. He reached for the belt he had been wearing that day, draped across the bed with his clothes. Grabbing it over the bed, he folded it double and started to beat my ass with it mercilessly. I cried out, yanking hard on the belts around my wrists despite how much I was enjoying it.

When he could tell I was getting overwhelmed, he set the belt down and stepped up closer behind me, pushing himself against me. His hand settled on my chin and he squeezed hard before pulling my head back against his chest. He was impossibly hard. “You going to be a good girl for me, baby? You gonna give me whatever I want?” As I nodded, he reached between my legs and chuckled, “maybe if you’re a really good girl I’ll let you get off tomorrow morning.” I whined and he gave my cunt a little pat.

With that, he picked the belt back up and kept going.

Humbled, Part 5

Switch took me to the bathroom, pulled my lingerie off, turned on the shower, and set me inside to wash the avalanche of cum off of my body. He pushed me up against the wall of the shower and kissed me deeply. I smiled and went to grab the soap, but he grabbed my hands and slid them up on the wall.

“No, no,” he scolded, “I’m not done with you.”

He washed me slowly, making me turn around and put my hands back up on the wall to wash my back when he had finished with the front. He shampooed my hair, but when I tried to get him to mess around in the shower, he shook his head.

“I told you, I’m not done,” he insisted, “I just don’t want you complaining about having my cum all over you while I finish punishing you, you little brat."

I couldn’t contain my grin.

Humbled, Part 4

Remember that gif I posted a little bit ago to allude to this, tumblr?

Yeah, it was a lot like that.

I was still blindfolded when I felt it on my chin, my neck, my shoulders, my chest, my stomach, the tops of my thighs. I was in shock. I have never, ever encountered that much cum.

Even Switch seemed surprised. He totally dropped the act and started wiping the gobs of cum off of my body. “Damn, Ivy, I have no idea how I…” He started laughing, “I’m sorry, it’s just…”

I shook my head and chuckled, “I know, I know, just let me have a shower, please.”

Humbled, Part 3

Clearly, Switch had learned a bit from me tying him up. He secured my arms to the sides of the chair and my legs to its legs. That alone would have been challenging, but I figured I could wriggle out some way or another. However, he took a tie out of his closet and looped it around my neck, tying this to the chair. I could only shift myself forward maybe an inch this way. To make things even worse, he pulled out a roll of masking tape from a drawer and taped my fingers into my hands, rendering them useless. To top it off, he blindfolded me and shoved what felt like a handkerchief deep into my mouth.

“All right, babe,” I heard him unzip his pants. “You’ve got until I get off to get yourself out of there. And maybe I’ll consider having some fun with you if you do. Otherwise…” He yanked the lingerie I was wearing down as far as he could.

I groaned around the handkerchief and tried to wriggle my fingers out from under the tape. I squirmed, but he’d tried me up so snugly that I couldn’t ease myself out of my bonds. After a few minutes, he pulled the handkerchief out of my mouth and teased his cock over my lips. “How’s it going?”

“Fuck you,” I muttered and turned my head away from his cock.

He chuckled and pushed the handkerchief back into my mouth. “Better hurry up.”

I groaned and struggled, bucking against the chair to try to weaken the knots. I could hear his breathing get shallower and strained until I finally felt one of my legs get loose. I was in the middle of trying to slide my other leg with the use of my freed one when I heard Switch say, “oh, too bad, babe. You’re too late.”

Humbled, Part 2

I was wearing something that I knew would get to him. Mostly lace, a little bit of ribbon, vaguely apron-inspired with nothing in the back but a pink bow to hold it to my body. When he noticed me in the doorway, he did a double-take and gave me a look that could really only be described as ravenous.

“I don’t know what you’re looking at, bitch, this isn’t for you,” I said and crossed by him. I guess you can say that maybe I was provoking him a bit. I don’t know. Part of me wanted to keep up the dominant act and part of me wanted to see if he would just overtake me.

I was still surprised when one of his arms shot around my waist and his other hand settled on my throat. I pulled against him, he pulled the arm around my waist tighter. “I don’t know what makes you think you can talk to me that way, but this is fucking overwith,” he pushed me down into the chair he was sitting in, the same I had tied him to earlier. “I think it’s time you remember where your place is.

Humbled, Part 1

I had been messing around with something I enjoyed from the submission end: denial. Switch said he liked the idea of it. I guess he didn’t realize how mean I could be.

One morning, I tied him to the chair in front of his desk. One benefit of having been tied up so much is I know what works and what’s challenging. “If you can get out by the time I’ve finished my hair, I’ll think about letting you cum,” I said. He looked cocky. I’m sure he figured he was strong enough to just break right out. Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of well-tied knots and cinching.

When we messed around, I didn’t let him finish. To his credit, he didn’t complain. I’m usually a massive whiner. Apparently, he was actually really enjoying this. So, I got confident and started pushing how mean I could get. I wasn’t awful. I just spent a day or two getting him close and not getting him off whenever we hooked up. And then I would tease him about it.

So, the day I got what was coming to me, I decided to be extra cruel. And that’s probably why I got what was coming to me.