Someone's been bad and needs to be punished.

          He walked up to his goddess's door,  knowing that some kind of punishment would surely await him. He had mentally prepared himself for an emotional discussion that would no doubt be unpleasant. He hated emotional discussions. They made him uncomfortable. Emotion has no place in kink, he thought. But he liked his goddess very much. She was kind to him. So he pushed passed his own discomfort and mentally prepared himself to apologize and own his wrong doing. What he didn't expect was what happened next. Goddess greeted him at the door with a big hug as she always did. That was his favorite part, the hug when he walked in. No one else is ever that excited to see him. She headed to the couch where he fully prepared himself to sit and listen to her tell him how upset and disappointed she was. Even though she had dumped all that on him for the entire day before. He was going to summon his inner zen and just get through it. But just as he was about to sit next to her on the couch she stopped him. 

"No no no. You need to earn couch privileges." He looked at her, a bit taken aback but intrigued. She instructed him to kneel on the floor in front of her. This was unexpected and exciting. She pulled out her phone and began filming him. "I want you to say you're sorry". "I'm sorry goddess" "And you'll NEVER do it again" "And i'll never do it again, goddess." "Good", she said, "Now kiss my feet." This excited him. She had never made him do this before and it was hot. She let him go on for quite some time kissing her feet. She loved how it felt and loved the visual. She felt powerful. She really wanted to spread her legs and shove his face in her bush just to get a big wiff and remind him of his place. But she was wearing pants and there was no smooth way to do it so she let the thought pass. Instead she got up and pulled out some liquid lipstick. Maybeline Super Stay liquid matte ink in the shade Shot Caller. How appropriate. It was a bright bold red. She told him to remove his shirt. She inspected him. She found it would come out best on his back which was smooth from a recent waxing. He stayed on his knees while she wrote in big letters on his back "PROPERTY OF GODDESS M". This tickled her immensely. She had only asked him to mark himself for her very recently. He used a sharpie to write her initials just above his waist band. She felt such a thrill knowing she had marked her territory and that it was on him for a couple of days. But now she had written across his entire back in bold red lipstick that is hard to get off. It was so hot. Hotter still was the fact that he had no idea what she was writing. She knew it would be hard to get off of his back and relished the idea of him having it on for days. Marking HER territory in big BOLD letters for all to see.  He belonged to her. No matter what bitch came along and made him weak. Let's face it he's weak. He's a weak pathetic bitch with a tiny dick and no self control. He'll bend to any powerful woman. But tonight he was hers completely. 

She made him stay kneeling as the ink dried on his back while she went to get dressed. She took her time putting on a cute outfit and came out to find him right where she left him. She checked to see if his back was dry. Almost. She had him put on his shirt and slip her shoes on for her.  He thought she looked great and told her so. She smiled and they headed out to dinner. At dinner he complimented her and made her feel special. But she was continually noticing and commenting on the waiter's full lips, possibly on purpose. He wanted the waiter to go away so he could have her full attention. Nothing feels better than when his goddess puts all her attention on him. He was still excited from earlier and was anticipating what else she had in store for him. 

When they returned from dinner, she changed into her cute pink pajamas and stood at her bedroom door. She called to her toy. He stood at the entry to the hallway and before he could walk down she stopped him again. "Ah ah ah.....you have to earn bed privileges." His heart fluttered anticipating  what came next. "Get on your knees." He dropped to his knees and instinctively he bowed. "I want you to crawl in here on your hands and knees." He lifted his head and thought, 'so hot'. He slowly and deliberately crawled  on his hands and knees down the hallway to her bedroom doorway, where she stood. When he got to her feet he bowed again. "Kiss my feet.", she instructed. He was hoping she would say that. He eagerly kissed her feet. "Good boy. You've earned your bed privileges." He looked at her and smiled. He really loved being a good boy for her. He loved following her orders. He got in bed and they began to cuddle. Oh how he loved the cuddles. She was the first domme to ever be affectionate with him. He prefers to be used, humiliated and discarded. But this was very different. It was new at first but he had grown to really enjoy  that time with her. Her kisses always felt very sensual. Her little moans when she was turned on, were sexy. Sometimes he would even let out a small moan as well. He didn't know how much he would enjoy kissing her. And now he was looking forward to it each time. 

After some kissing and touching he couldn't resist grazing her nipples. He loved knowing he could get a reaction from her every time he touched her nipples. It was fun and cute. It was the one time he liked having power over her, because he knew she was really the one in control and could stop him at any time. Of course she didn't. She wanted it, and he knew it. She of course instantly melted and her body invited him in for more. He loved her breasts, so soft, and her incredibly responsive delicious nipples. He loved her moans. He loved getting lost worshiping her breasts. She looked down at him, face deep in her fleshy orbs, she could only see his eyes. They were closed. He looked like he was in deep enjoyment. She could see the writing on his back and thought, this is so hot. She began gyrating her pelvis instinctively, as if her pussy was reaching out, wanting to be fed.  He could feel it. He wanted to give her something to grind against. So he wiggled his way down and put his head between her legs. She was still wearing her pajama bottoms. His face was merely an object. Something to rub against. He continued reaching up and twisting her nipples as she carried on wiggling and moaning. He knew he hadn't earned the privilege of tasting her exquisite pussy. He hadn't even earned the privilege of tasting her nipples. He was surprised she was even letting him get this far. 

She knew he hadn't earned it.  She had no intention of even letting him in her bedroom tonight. But her physical needs overrode her emotional ones at this point. He didn't deserve it, but she did. She deserved to feel as much pleasure as possible. So she let him. At a certain point she stopped him and took off her pants and underwear because she NEEDED to feel him on her pussy. When he got back down between her legs he put his face up against her hairy pussy and deeply inhaled. It's exactly what she wanted. It made her feel so sexy. He loved the hair. He loved her scent. And he loved the honor of burying his face and tongue inside of her. He took his time and just pressed his face against it. So grateful to be there. Then he began to lick. It was just as good as she remembered, maybe better. The sensation of his tongue in her pussy and him twisting her nipples was incredible. But looking down at him between her legs and seeing the writing on his back was insanely hot. She had never felt this before. The thrill of knowing in this moment she completely owned this man. It was intoxicating. She let go and began bucking and grinding on his face. Allowing any and all juices to flow from her pussy into his eagerly awaiting whore mouth. He drank up every drop. Before she knew it she could feel it building inside of her. Her grinding became more intense. The more she pushed, the more fluid came out of her. But she didn't care. Let him drown in it. The thought alone pushed her over the edge, and then, with a grunt, she felt the intense orgasm course through her body as she came in his face. He didn't deserve it, but he was grateful to be covered in her juices. 
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Once she was done, she laid there for a few moments. Basking in the afterglow. He was happy to have pleased his Goddess and redeemed himself. Just then she popped up out of bed and got dressed. She said, "You can go now." He looked shocked. Normally they cuddle all night until he has to leave, she loves his cuddles. But not tonight. Tonight she was all (mostly) business. It reminded him of their first date. When she brought him to her place, chatted a bit, inspected him, then told him to leave. Though he really wanted to spend more time with her, he also thought it was hot that she was kicking him out. Leaving him wanting more of her. She didn't give him a kiss goodbye, a sharp contrast from her greeting. Instead she just said "You were a good toy tonight.", and sent him on his way with a pat on the ass. He felt a rush. Denying him and kicking him out was very hot. On the drive home he could still smell her on him.  She was all he could think about. He couldn't wait for his next opportunity to be disciplined by his goddess.