A/N - WARNING THIS INCLUDES INTENSE CNC DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS CONTENT. WARNINGS WILL BE ADDED.
Info - cnc, scene setting, bdsm, mistress kink, mommy kink, slapping, whipping, degrading, r@pe play, tying someone up, fake kidnapping, saying no, fake mysogony, fake victim blaming, fake home invasion, sun male, Dom reader, ass eating, Dom drop, guilt, comfort, after care, choking
"This has been a nice date," Timothée said softly. He had a light in his eyes.
This was no where near our first date. We were married in fact. However, we were pretending it was because it helped the fantasy become more real.
Timothée and I had a deep trust with one another. He had finally admitted to me that he had some cnc desires. I was so happy he decided to tell me and felt safe enough with me to have it happen.
"What do you plan to have as a midnight snack?" I asked. This was a way to keep the scene alive, but to also check in that he was still down for this.
"C-celery," he said with a firm nod.
"Sounds nice, well, I'll be seeing you," I said. I leaned in to kiss his cheek but he turned. He caught my lips.
"Why did you do that?" I asked in fake indignation.
"I'm the man in this relationship. I think I needed to take this situation into my hands," he said with false bravado.
"Well, goodbye Timothée," I said coldly. I turned and walked away. I waited for the slam of our front door.
I went to my car. I pulled back my hair, put on a black choker necklace, grabbed my supplies and topped it all off with blood red lipstick.
I snuck around to the back of our house. I careful slid back the sliding glass door that we'd left purposefully unlocked. I tiptoed inside. I heard Timothée watching Tv just like we'd planned.
"Think the man should take the lead huh?" I snarled as I gagged him. He squeaked in fear. I yanked his hands behind him and tied his wrists together.
"I think you'll change your mind when I'm done," I crooned. I straddled his lap and smirked.
"What are you doing?" He demanded.
"I think I'm going to take what I want from you. I'll show you how to act around a woman."
"No," he said with a bite in his voice but a glimmer in his eyes.
"No? That word isn't allowed anymore. After all, you were so eager earlier. I thought you would have wanted this," I chuckled. I pulled the small crop whip out of my bag and ran it along his jaw and cheekbone.
"Not like this," he whined. The sound was music to my ears. I began to grind down on his crotch. He let out a loud gasp that I treasured.
"Come on baby-"
"M'not a baby, I'm a man," he grumbled. I slapped the whip across his face. I saw him hide a smile.
"I dare you to say that again," I said. He didn't answer. I moved off his lap a bit. I smirked as I saw the bulge in his pants. I undid the buttons and pulled down his trousers.
"No, stop, don't," Timothée whimpered.
"You don't want it?" I asked.
"N-no," he shook his head.
"Then why is this thing so hard and so wet?" I asked, tracing a line up and down his length.
"Ohhhh fuck, ohhh, oh I don't know. Fuck, I don't know, I didn't mean to get hard," he complained.
I squeezed his balls in my hand while I wanked his cock. He was writhing and struggling.
"Stop moving," I snapped.
"No! I don't want to be a-"
"Little bitch?" I asked with a wide grin.
"I'm not a little bitch."
"I guess I'll have to rape you to convince you," I shrugged.
"Wait what?" He asked.
"I'm going to take advantage of my kidnapped little slave. You're such perfect rapebait," I growled.
"Ohhhhh, mmm, oh fuck."
"That's it, accept it. Accept that I am your mistress," I smirked.
I tore down his boxers. His cock was bobbing and throbbing. I pulled up my skirt and pushed aside my panties. I grabbed his jaw and smiled as I slid down onto his dick.
"M-mistress," he whimpered.
"That's right. I'll rape you until you understand your place," I said as I ground on his cock. He was so stiff and hard inside me.
His face was bright red. I whipped my hand over his cheek time and time again. Tears entered his eyes. I rode him hard and hit harshly into his neck.
"Mommy," He groaned out. He was gasping and sputtering and thrusting upwards.
"That's it, now you are getting it. You're such a pathetic little sub," I chuckled as I cupped a hand around his neck.
"Kiss me," I dared him as I choked him. He pushed against my hand, trying desperately to lean in to my lips.
"Uh, mommy!" He pleaded. I let him go and he was gasping and coughing but doing his absolute best to kiss me. His tongue slipped into my mouth.
"I'm gonna come, I'm going to make this dick mine," I groaned. I slammed down hard and was seeing stars. I felt my pussy clench and spasm.
"I'm gonna cum too!" Timothée cried.
"No!" I snapped and slapped him again.
"Mommy," he said pitifully. I beamed at him and hopped off his dick. He was squirming.
"You've got a virgin hole haven't you?" I demanded. Timothée paled and gulped.
"Um, y-yes," he nodded.
"Isn't it necessary I rape your hole too? I trained the dick but all of you needs to know I'm in charge. It would be so embarrassing, so humiliating if you came just because your mistress tongue raped your hole," I explained to him. I waited to see if he said his safe word.
"Please don't," he pretended to want me to stop. "I've never done this. I've never had that part of me touched. You would be ruining me, defiling me."
"I know," I crooned.
I got on my knees and forced his legs apart further. I began to tongue at his hole as I jerked his cock.
"Mmmfff, ohhh, mmm, mistress, no please. I'll be yours, just don't make me cum this way. It is so embarrassing," he squealed as his legs flailed.
"Shut up and take it," I said as I slapped one of his cheeks. I went back to making out with his hole. My tongue and mouth were all over it. I used the left hand to pump his cock. I used my right hand to keep my nails digging into his tender thigh skin.
"No, no, m'gonna cum! Can't help it, it feels too good!" He shouted. Cum was now spurting from his cock. Rope after rope splattered down on us.
I leaned back. Timothée was wrecked. He looked completely worn out. His body had cum all over it, his hole was shining with saliva, and he slumped a bit to the side.
"Here let me help you," I said breathlessly. I untied him and kissed him. He pulled me into his arms and we were silent for a little bit. All of that had been intense.
"Timothée, I need you to know I'd never make you do anything. I would never truly treat you with such neglect. I love you and trust you more than anything," I sniffled. I felt the Dom drop hitting. Timothée buried his face in my neck and began to mumble praise and reassurance.
"I love you. You're beautiful. You're perfect. You make me so happy. I know I'm safe. I was never scared. I have my safe word and I'm okay," he said over and over. "Thank you for giving me that."
"Thank you too," I said.
"Can we take a bath together and cuddle the rest of the night?" He asked.
"Of course, always."
