Written By: c.a.l.msmut on instagram
Pink lace || Michael smut || part 1
Another day out of the house was driving me up the wall.
My mind circulated around the occurrences that happened in the four walls of the bedroom I shared with Michael only hours before. He misbehaved, but it only gratified the height of lustful tendencies in the event of his punishment.
I could still see his reddened backside risen slightly up from the mattress-his
moans mixed with desperate cries as I doled out his discipline. Sweet kisses and steps to build a great desire was built up to the highest point, with love made in the crux of a hazy pleasure.
His facial expression was one of the only things I could remember besides his restrained hands while I rode him-unadulterated bliss running through his veins when he finally got to release, moaning out his Mistress's name like a perfectly good pet.
Even though I tried to distract myself it wasn't enough, especially when I received a string of suggestive texts from the only person on my mind.
From Michael:
I need you Mistress.
Please come home so you can punish me.
His messages were followed with a video of him writhing around on our bed, jerking himself off through his favorite pair of my underwear. As obscene and surprising as it was, my wetness seemed to contradict every other feeling that I harbored.
To see him get so worked up from just the thought of me was enough to get me heated for days on end-his tip angry and red, standing erect at the top of the delicate band of pink lace. He nearly finished at the graze of his own touch. It was then I knew I was not immune to the pure hand of lust itself.
I gave in after only hours of being away, going back to give some special attention to my beautiful pet.
