Katie Ryan

Under Lock And Key

August 27, 2018 By Katie Ryan 3 Comments

Photographer: Matthias Wallmeier

Model: Miss Fetilicious

“The putting on of a chastity belt, by a partner, is an indication of the dominance by the “keyholder” over the wearer’s sexual activities. By accepting the chastity belt, the wearer accepts surrender of control over their sexual behavior to a partner, who may grant permission to the wearer to engage in sexual activity by removing the belt. The dominant may decide when, where, how, how often, and even if, the submissive is allowed sexual release.”

The first time I brought up a locked cage to my husband, his initial reaction was, “Fuck no.” That is to be expected. After all, a chastity device requires that his precious penis be behind a cage, thus preventing full erections, and the ability for him to masturbate. In my opinion, the act of chastity is the ultimate power exchange because it requires the dominate to control the submissive’s ability to orgasm.

To be perfectly honest, it was the control part that excited me, long before I realized that I was a Domme. In this article, I want to give readers practical advice on how to find the perfect cage, and different ways to safely and effectively use it in everyday life.

First, let’s get really clear about what a cock cage is. Contrary to popular belief, it is not a torture device. Your man should not be in pain, unless pain is a kink that is agreed upon beforehand by all parties, in which case, they do make cock cages that range in discomfort. Pain is a hard limit for us. With this being said, we have gone through several different cages before we found the perfect one.

The first cage we used was plastic; we have found that a metal cage is the best for us. It doesn’t have any potential sharp edges. We have also found that the metal cages are more durable. The cage should be tight and secure so the sub feels totally powerless. Because finding the right fit can sometimes be tricky, it might take a few cages to find the right one. Following instructions on measuring is imperative. The ring of the cage is the most important to get right. The ring slips under the testicles and secures the actual cage. So, too big or too small will either cause too much discomfort, or be too loose, and not retrain the penis. Before purchasing a cage, make sure you measure correctly and understand that all brands are a little different. Again, it may take a few tries to find the right one.

When it will be worn, for how long, and where the key is going to be kept are all things that should be discussed and consented to ahead of time.

When my husband consented to wearing a cage, it was exciting. Having complete and total control over his penis was not something I took lightly.

Most subs wear the cock cage because they consent to give up total control of their ability to touch their penis. In my opinion, it is the ultimate passing of power, and the Domme should take it very seriously. The cock cage usually comes with a lock, and two keys. I advise that one key be placed somewhere that both the Domme and sub agree on. The other key can be worn by the Domme or hidden.

There are many different uses for the cock cage. It can be worn during sex. There have been several times I have had sex with my slave and made him wear a strap-on. I have made him wear the cage to work, sometimes combined with lace panties. The point is to humiliate, and emasculate him. Again, all of the above limits were consented to beforehand.

It is up to you how long and how often the sub wears the cock cage-as long as he is safe and continues to relinquish control. It is my advice to have fun with it.

You can have him wear it to work and spend the day sending him naughty pictures. Or have him watch porn with you while wearing it all the while taunting him and making him beg for you to release his cage.

I always allow him to take the cage off at night because he finds it very uncomfortable to sleep in. There are people that wear the cock cage 24/7 and only take it off when instructed. If you find that your sub is into that, make sure that he is super comfortable in his cage. Keep in mind that the male penis has many erections during the night, most of which are not sexual. erections, and when in a tight cage can cut off blood flow and be very painful.

Like everything, this type of kink takes research, patience, and practice.

What is it?

Why wear it?

Different types of cages?

Different ways to use it?

When you can answer these questions thoroughly and accurately, then you are ready to begin looking at cages. However, before use a further conversation is required to hash out all limits that are on and off the table.

About the Author

Katie is a 34 year old writer and adult performer. As far as kink goes she considers herself a Domme She likes to write about pegging and CEI since these are both her fetishes.

https://www.patreon.com/KRerotica << This is where you can find her erotica

Watch Me

July 9, 2018 By Katie Ryan 5 Comments

I glanced in the full length mirror one last time. I looked OK. Not spectacular or anything, but I liked the way my black dress hugged the outline of my boobs. I swiped nude lipstick one last time over my mouth. I could hear people screaming in delight right outside the door.

The girls bathroom at parties is one of my least favorite places to be, but at this point it gave me a safe, secluded place to hide out, away from the chaos. Plus, usually at family parties most people don’t bother to retreat to the bathroom; they spend all their time out in the open talking or gossiping. At least five times tonight I heard people whispering about how low cut my dress was. It wasn’t even that low, to be fair, and it’s not like I had a huge rack, or even was a huge fan of showing off my body.

You might look at me and think that I was the type of girl judged on my looks alone (typically people put me into that category). With my long blond hair, and perky tits, people assumed a lot about me. However, most everything people assume is usually wrong.

The truth is, I am thirty five years old, married without children, in a job that forced me to deal with children all day.

My husband is like cold pasta-it’s ok, not great or anything, still a carb, and satisfying but, well, it’s still cold pasta. In a word, he is fucking boring. Always eats the same thing, watches the same TV programs, talks to the same people. He spends hours running on trails. So, while he is in good shape, he only eats healthy-so, maybe, he really isn’t pasta. Perhaps, more accurately wet lettuce.

So many times I wanted to tell him I wanted more, and that I wanted to experiment in bed. But, after the two years I put him through trying to get pregnant, things just weren’t the same. This birthday party was over the top, a display to our friends and family at how happy we were,how rich and successful. I am sure by the end of the night my Facebook feed would be flooded with smiling couples and birthday wishes for Jim.

Afterall, forty years old was a big deal. Everyone joked about how old he was, and how he already lived his best years. That at least felt like the truth.

All around me people laughed and shouted over the music. I organized the entire party. I’m not sure why exactly I cared so much about what I looked like-no one gave a fuck about me, including Jim. I remember when we were young and first in love, Jim was such a sweet lover, always gentle and considerate. I came from a Catholic family. No sex till marriage was something I took seriously. I wanted to experience sex so badly, I may have pushed Jim to propose before he really wanted too. Sex as it turned out wasn’t all that great. It was nothing like the erotica I read, or the porn I watched. Sex was always depicted as fun and exciting.

He always wanted to make love and cuddle, and while that was nice sometimes, I have to admit vanilla sex became old and stale after a while. What I really wanted these days was for someone to take control. Jim was from a conservative family. Even now, I could see them sitting at the table, drinking their wine, and complaining about the noise. I already said nice things to them, and thanked them for coming. Jim’s mom had made a comment about my dress, and his dad went out of his way to only look at my face.

I stood in the doorway, trying not to make eye contact with anyone directly, wanting desperately to just retreat back to my hotel room, maybe take off all my clothes, and touch myself on the white sheets. If Jim ever caught me masturbating, he would be horrified. I laughed to myself at the mere thought, and slinked into the party behind two teenage girls wearing glittery, strapless dresses. Who the fuck invited kids to this party? I could see them sneaking drinks, and I decided that I just couldn’t care less. They must be cousins, or my nieces that I sent money to, but never met.

I grabbed a glass of wine from a passing tray and made my way towards the dessert table. It’s my experience that all the cool people hang out by the desserts.

Mainly cause people that say they hate sugar are fucking liars.

Lots of people smiled at me as I walked by, I gave them the same old line, “Hi, so happy you made it! So great to see you!” Flashing a smile so big it actually hurt my face.

People always pretended to know me when they saw me, asked the normal questions, gave side hugs, and asked about my job. I gave the same answer, every single time. “Great! How about you?” These exchanges are all bullshit. What I wanted to say was, my husband is turning forty, I am not sure I actually really like him, I am frustrated with my life and want to scream at the top of my lungs several times a day.

“Don’t you think you are sweet enough?” I quickly turned around to see Wess, my husband’s very tall, very dark, extremely handsome boss.

I didn’t know what to say, so I handed him a plate, and flashed him a smile. I knew he was just trying to be nice. Wess was known for being flirty-overly friendly was what Jim had said.

“Have you ever had frosting licked off your body?” He leaned in very close to my ear. His voice was deep and smooth.

I stood frozen, feeling the heat from his body. I wondered if I heard him right.

“What?” I laughed, looking up into his impossibly beautiful brown eyes.

“I would love to lick frosting off your thighs,” he winked at me, and held a finger with frosting in front of my mouth.

I don’t know why I did it, but I opened my mouth just enough for him to slip his finger into my mouth. I sucked the frosting off his finger and maintained eye contact. His eyes went wide with excitement.

He gently moved my hair behind my ear. “God, damn, woman you are good at sucking, I hope Jim knows what he has.”

“He doesn’t,” I winked, loving my new found confidence. But also half looking around to see if anyone saw what I had done.

His touch sent an electric shock like a bullseye right between my legs. I looked up, horrified at my body’s reaction to Wess’s obvious attention.

“No, I haven’t,” was all I could think to say. I caught Jim looking at me from across the room. I felt my knees go weak with fear that he would storm across the room, and flip out on me in front of his whole family.

He didn’t seem angry, however. Hiis expression seemed intrigued. That fact alone set my body on fire. Jim was watching me flirt with his boss in front of an entire room full of people.

“I want to dance with the hottest woman at this party,” Wess whispered into my ear, letting his tongue slip lightly along my ear lobe, causing me to gush, making my panties soaking wet.

“OK,” I managed to whisper.

Jim looked confused as Wess led me to the dance floor. A slow song was vibrating through the room, and Wess pulled me close to him. His hands ran down my back, sliding over my ass. He was so tall; I could feel his thick erection pressing into me.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered again into my ear, letting his hands grab a handful of my breast.

All around me people were glancing at us, trying not to stare. But, the more Wess groped at me and kissed in between my tits, the more people could not look away.

Finally, Wess lifted my chin to meet his full lips, slid his tongue into my mouth, swirled it, and gently bit my lower lip. He kissed like no one had ever kissed me before, including my husband, who stood at the edge of the dance floor, watching us with a half smile.

I wanted to care that everyone was horrified around me, but all I could concentrate on was the wet spot on Wess’s pants. I wanted to taste his pre cum; I wanted him to push me against the wall, lift my dress, and fuck me as hard as he could.

Jim and my sex life was anything but exciting. He never got me off with his mouth or his cock. I faked almost every orgasam, and usually had to rub my pussy in the shower later to give me any type of pleasure.

I could tell just by the way he was running his hands over my body, with my clothes on, that he would send me over the edge, and I wanted it, and I wanted Jim to watch him fill up my tight little pussy with his thick, black cock. I reached towards his bulge, felt it, and pressed against it. He moaned into my ear. I pressed harder and rubbed it with both hands. He pressed his hips into my hands as if almost pleading with me.

“I want to fill your mouth with my cum.”

I couldn’t help it; I moaned into his mouth, kissing him passionately.

Wess spun me around dancing behind me. Jim was close enough that I could tell his pants were uncomfortably tight. People kept coming up to him, but he remained steadfast in watching Wess and I play.

By this time, Wess had his hand on the front of my thighs, lifting my dress slightly. I thought I would be embarrassed by exposing so much of myself on the dance floor, but I wasn’t, I was horny as fuck, and wanted to feel his fingers run over my panties. He kept hesitating, so I guided his hand, and he cupped my pussy through my wet panties. He let his thumb rub over the wettest spot, and I gripped his wrists, trying to not let my knees buckle. I reached backwards, and stroked his cock through his pants, loving the feel of his large, hard bulge.

I never felt another dick in my life. Jim was my only experience, and just by touching Wess through his pants, I could tell that he was very well endowed. His cock probably was as big as the black men’s in all the porn I watched. I never thought I would have an opportunity to be fucked by one. Wess was able to slip one finger into my panties. I gasped as he ran his finger along my slit. I could tell that my pussy was wetter than it ever had been in my life-it practically felt like I was peeing. Wess responded to my moaning by licking off all my cream in front of everyone. By this point, every single person in the room was looking at us, and I didn’t care. I would have fucked Wess right there on the dance floor if he had started to take off my clothes. My body was in heat.

I wanted him.

Judging by Jim’s face, I could tell that Jim knew I wanted him. Jim didn’t look mad; his entire family, however, looked mortified. Jim’s mother, in particular, was turning purple. I laughed to myself remembering how much she disliked my low cut dress.

Somehow their anger made me even more excited.

Wess kept kissing my neck, and rubbing my tits, going so far as pulling the front of my dress down. My breath caught. I couldn’t believe how much I liked being watched and exposed in public.

“I want your husband to watch a real man fuck his wife.”

I nodded, my pussy throbbed so violently. I could hardly see straight.

I decided right then and there that I was going to fuck Wess, even if Jim didn’t want to watch. I had a feeling though that Jim was going to be into it. Just thinking about Jim watching me get pounded by his boss made my clit throb with anticipation.

“Go tell Jim to bring you up to our hotel room. He has the key, and I can promise you he won’t object.”

Wess didn’t say another word, and made his way over to Jim. They both looked at me. I saw Jim nod, and turn away from his father who approached him. I didn’t stay any longer; I adjusted my tits and made my way through the party towards the elevator.

Every single person I passed looked at me with a horrified expression. I ignored them, hell bent on being bent over something and fucked by that beautiful, black man.

While planning the party, I had made the brilliant decision to book the Penthouse. It was a surprise birthday present that really allowed me to drink as much as I wanted and not have to drive home

At this point I was mentally high fiving myself for having a place to go to fuck my husband’s boss. Even as I rode the elevator to the top floor, my stomach fluttered with nerves over what Jim might do or say. Sure, he had watched me get finger fucked on the dance floor, and out right make out with his boss, but he could always chalk that up to me drinking too much. Blatantly fucking Wess in front of him was an entirely different animal. I pushed my feelings down, and decided once and for all to listen to my pussy, who was screaming for attention.

Not long after I got into the room, Jim and Wess came through the door. Jim looked a little scared, but remained silent. I liked him better this way. He poured himself a drink from the bar and slowly sipped it, waiting for what I would do next.

I didn’t say a word to Jim, but instead wrapped my arms around Wess’s hard, muscular body, pulling him towards me, kissing him, and letting him pull off my dress. He grabbed handfuls of my little breasts, and sucked on my nipples making them hard and erect.

“You have the most perfect tits,” he said as he gently pushed me towards the bed, kissed my neck, and took off his pants all at the same time. The man had major talent. I could tell by the way he kissed me that he knew what he was doing.

“I want you,” I whispered.

“What was that? Say it a little louder.” He gently bit my neck.

“Fuck me, Wess, I want a real man to fuck me.”

I fell backwards onto the bed, and let him roughly spread my legs.

Jim walked slowly across the room and sat down on a chair next to the bed. I could feel him staring at me.

Wess’s hot breath ran down between my legs.; he pulled down my panties, and dove full force into my wet pussy.

“My God, you are sopping wet. I bet no man has ever made you this wet.”

“No, they haven’t.” I gasped as his tongue ran over the most sensitive parts. My clit swelled and pulsated, begging him to suck on it. Wess obliged and brought me so quickly to orgasm I screamed and pressed my hips into his face.

“Oh, my, God,” I moaned. I could still feel the waves of heat rushing over my body.

“Such a good, little slut you have here, Jim. She tastes amazing.”

He flipped me over effortlessly, exposing my ass, which he eagerly licked while fingering me. The sensations were so extreme; I couldn’t believe how quickly I came again. Jim maintained eye contact with me as Wess slipped his massive, black cock into my tight, little pussy.

‘Oh my God. Too far. Too far,” I yelped, trying to get away.

“Shh.” He pulled my waste backwards, making my pussy wrap tightly around him.

“You’ve never had a black cock before have you, slut?”

“No,” I whimpered, getting into it and riding him.

“I love watching you fuck yourself on my cock. Make sure your husband sees how much you like it when other men fuck you.”

I bucked my hips backwards harder and faster. I noticed the large wet spot in front of Jim’s pants. Fuck. It looked like he came in his pants from watching me get railed by his boss.

“Fuck me, Wess. Make me cum. Mmmm. No one has ever made me cum like you.”

I could tell that my dirty talk was making it hard for him to last. He pulled out, and roughly turned me on my back.

“I want to fuck your mouth while I eat your pussy again.”

I nodded and spread my legs, eager to feel his mouth on my pussy again. His dick was so large it hardly fit in my mouth, let alone down my throat. Everytime I gagged on his cock, Jim would flinch.

“You are so creamy. I can’t wait to see my cum running out of you.”

“You want to fill me with your cum, Wess?” I started grinding my hips over his face. He pressed his dick further down my throat, choking me, causing my eyes to water.

“Get right in front of your husband while I fuck you from behind and fill you.”

I did as instructed, watching Jim, seeing the passion and desire all over his face.

Wess didn’t go easy or gentle. He wrapped my hair around his wrist and pulled me backwards.

“OH God!” I yelped with pain as he tore into my pussy. Finally, he collapsed, and I felt his throbbing cock shoot a huge load of cum deep inside me.

He stayed inside me, massaged my breasts, and kissed my back while Jim rubbed the front of his pants.

I had never been fucked like that before in my entire life. My legs felt numb, and my pussy was on fire with desire.

“I’m not done with you yet. You deserve at least two more orgasm.” He sat back on the bed with his dick still impossibly hard. “Ride me.”

I slowly lowered myself onto him, forgetting about Jim behind me.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck me how you like it.” He gently grabbed my waist and forced me to bounce. The friction caused my clit to swell as it rubbed against him.

“Play with my ass.” I gasped feeling like I was right on the edge. “Yes, like that!” His fingers dance lightly over my ass, and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. My hands found the headboard, and I leveraged myself riding him as hard as I could while I came.

“Lay back, lay back.” Wess pushed me down and hovered over me. Growling and grunting, he shot three long ropes of cum all over my face.

“ I bet no one ever has given you a proper facial, have they?”

I smiled, loving every second of the cum dripping down my chin. “No, never.”

Jim didn’t say a word, but instead handed me a towel that I used to wipe off my face.

Wess got up, and put his clothes back on. I rolled over watching him with excitement.

“Well, that was a lot of fun, but I must get get back to my wife.”

My mouth dropped in shock, “You are married?” I suddenly felt overwhelmed with regret for my public display of affection with Wess in front of everyone at the party.

“That I do, and she is going to enjoy me recalling every single detail of this tonight.” He stuck out his hand to shake Jim’s hand. “Thank you for letting me fuck your wife. Happy birthday. I will see you at work on Monday.”

Jim smiled, nodded, and leaned far over trying to cover the obvious wet spot on the front of his pants.

“Have fun you two!” Wess uttered as he left swifty through the doors. As soon as I heard them click, Jim jumped on the bed pulling me on top of him. “My God. You are so fucking beautiful.” He kissed me the way he watched me kiss Wess. Something inside me ignited in a new way. I felt the heat rising again realizing how turned on Jim was after watching me fuck his boss.

“What was your favorite part?” I snuggled next to him, opening my legs slightly.

He reached between my legs and gently parted my pussy-a rush of white cum oozed out and ran down my leg. “Knowing that another man filled my wife with his cum, and I get to have sloppy seconds.”

“Does that really turn you on?” I noticed his hard on again.

“I’ve cum three times already in my pants, twice without touching myself.” He unzipped his pants, letting his dick spring forward. I honestly had never seen it that hard before. We have been married a long time, and this was the first time I was really looking at my husband’s dick. It certainly was not as big as Wess’s, but it was veiny and think with a perfect mushroom head. I never noticed how thick it was before.

“How mad do you think your family is at me?” I gently slid my hand up and down his shaft.

“Ask me how much I care?” He moaned a little and tilted his head back. “Watching you act that way in public and take his cock so effortlessly was the best thing I have ever seen. I had no idea that I wanted to share you, or would get so much out of watching you scream in pleasure with another guys tongue on your pussy.”

“Did you ever think about licking me down there?” I felt a little shy, wishing he would try to make me cum the way Wess did.

“Only all the time. I just didn’t know you wanted me to.”

I slid down on my back and opened my legs. “How do you feel about eating my pussy with another’s man’s cum running out of it?”

Jim gestured to his dick that was oozing pre cum, “What do you think?”

“I think you like it,” I said as I smiled. “Do you think you will want to do this again? Find a guy and have him fuck me while you watch.”

“Absolutely.” Jim didn’t even pause to think about it. He leaned in gently, kissed my clit, ran his tongue along each fold, and eagerly lapped up my pussy juice and Wess’s leftover cum.

“Fuck, that feels good.” I arched my back, letting him go slow, but wished he would be rough.

“Jim.” He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.”

That was all he needed to hear.He got on top of me, spread my legs wide, and thrust into me.

“You are so wet!” He pumped fast and hard and deep.

“Only because of all the cum.” I grabbed his ass and made him press in further and harder.

“Fuck, Fuck, I’m going to…” Right before he was about to explode, I pulled away from him, abruptly and roughly, watching a look of horror wash over his face.

His dick exploded streams of cum, one after another, but without the orgasam attached to it. He looked frustrated and pathetic.

I couldn’t help, but laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry.” I couldn’t stop laughing. I have always loved watching ruined orgasms. I never thought it would be so awesome in person.

“I can’t believe you did that!” He looked down realizing he was still hard. “ I could probably fuck you again. That was so hot!”

I still couldn’t stop laughing. “This is going to be so much fun!”

About the Author

Katie is a 34 year old writer and adult performer. As far as kink goes she considers herself a Domme She likes to write about pegging and CEI since these are both her fetishes.

https://www.patreon.com/Katieee_Ryan << This is where you can find her erotica

www.kittykatryan.com << This is where you can find her adult videos

Pegging For Her

June 25, 2018 By Katie Ryan 6 Comments

Dirk Hooper Professional Photography-http://www.DirkHooper.com

My husband and I have been together for sixteen years, and for fourteen of those years we had vanilla sex. The first time he asked me to peg him, I had no idea what to do, or how to feel. I am writing this with the hope that if this type of thing happens to you my advice and experience will help you feel a bit more confident.

The urban dictionary describes pegging as: “Anal sex reversed. Instead of the man sticking his penis up the woman’s butt, the woman wears a strap-on and sticks it up the man’s butt.” Needless to say this article is directed towards heterosexual couples and/or play partners that want to spice things up in the bedroom.

So, your partner asked you to peg him.

First of all, if he has never brought up anything BDSM-related in your entire relationship, I know that you must be blindsided. There are a few things that you need to understand first and foremost. No, this does not mean he’s gay. (Unless he is, in which case, yeah I’ve been there.) In most cases if he wants you to strap it on and is not actively searching on Tinder for a hook up, he is 100% into your boobs, pussy and… plastic dick.

I know that you must be wondering why, and the simple answer is it just feels really fucking good. Remember that scene in Road Trip when Stifler gets his prostate massaged? It’s like that type of orgasm.

Personally, one of my fetishes are cumshots. I only found this out later in life, but should have known when I would only care about the money shot every time I watched porn. When you peg your partner get prepared for the most epic cumshot ever. I like to see if I can make him cum on the wall or his face.

So he asked you to try it. If this interests you, hop on Amazon and purchase a strap-on. Have a discussion about size. Honestly though, you are the one in charge. Because you are the Domme in the situation, it is crucial (at least in my opinion) that the dick you buy is bigger than his. Don’t let him worry about the size and if it might hurt. He asked for it. He will take it. (He will probably like this attitude so be prepared for spontaneous erections.) With this being said, never pick a dick size that is going to cause serious and/or long-term psychological or physical damage. Even though he has already consented to being pegged you should always use your power wisely and fairly.

So let’s talk about the real issue here. It’s his butthole.

So, if he wants you to do him in the ass, he needs to clean himself thoroughly, every single time.

Have him use an enema bulb with warm water. Don’t stand by the bathroom door, just don’t. Go have a glass of wine or something. Let him do his thing. Then have him shower and clean himself. My husband uses a but plug for at least twenty minutes or so before. This will help both of you.

Condoms. Use them. Just helps with clean up. I have never had an issue, but I like knowing that there is a barrier with my toy. After I take the condom off, I clean the strap-on with toy cleaner.

Lube. Use lots of it. In fact, use a lube shooter. It will help lubricate everything. Use lube on your fake dick and more on everything else. You get the idea.

I have found that using a little vibe on my pussy helps me enjoy it more. My suggestion is to first start out doing him from behind. The eye contact thing can be a little weird, especially if this is your first time. If you are cool with looking at him, on his back is fine. This position gives you ample opportunity to stroke his dick and see how much he is enjoying himself.

The first couple of times I did this it just felt foreign to me. However, after I got used to it, I began to find it exhilarating. If your man is asking you to try it, humor him, (as long as pegging is not a hard limit for you and won’t trigger/harm you in any way). The fact that he trusts you enough to ask is huge and should be seen as a sign that your relationship is really in a good place.

Experimenting will keep you both happy.

About the Author:

Katie is a 34 year old writer and adult performer. As far as kink goes she considers herself a Domme She likes to write about pegging and CEI since these are both her fetishes.

https://www.patreon.com/Katieee_Ryan << This is where you can find her erotica

www.kittykatryan.com << This is where you can find her adult videos

Black Friday Cuckold: Part 2

May 14, 2018 By Katie Ryan 10 Comments

Click here for Part 1

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Katie and Kink Weekly are in no way saying that anything done should ever be non-consensual, cross any hard limits, or put anyone in serious danger-mentally, physically, spiritually, or emotionally. We are also not condoning or supporting cuckolding as a way to salvage one’s relationship. Again, cuckolding should always be consensual and at the very least be a soft limit for everyone involved. Disclaimer done. Enjoy the story!

“James come here.” He clicked off the TV like a good little lap dog.

“Are we going to have sex now?” He asked, trying to approach me.

“What did I tell you about touching me.” I slapped his hands away.

I held up a package, “Open this.”

He looked excited as he tore open the box. Holding up the metal cage he looked baffled. “What is this?”

“It’s a cage for you little dick. You are going to wear this, and I will wear the key around my neck. This way I will be certain that you are not lying to me about touching yourself.”

A look of shock washed over his face, “ Are you serious? I can’t..no I’m not going to..”

I cut him off, “You will wear this, or I will leave you, it is very simple.”

“Leave me, huh, what?” He put the cage down on the table with a thud.

“I thought we were just playing, what do you mean leave me, what are you talking about, I thought we were happy?”

I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. “I had my bags packed to leave you, then I got distracted by our new neighbor. I paused looking at his face, “then I let him fuck me in our backyard. I had my first real orgasm, his dick is so massive I could hardly walk.”

James’s mouth dropped open, he looked horrified.

“What I want, is for you to wear this cage, and watch me get fucked by the biggest black cock you or I have ever seen.”

“Krista.” He pleaded.

“ Then, if you are good and do what I asked I might let you join, or cum.”

“If I do this, you wont leave me?”

“No.” I handed him the cage, “put this on, I want to make sure your little dick fits.”

I could tell that he had an erection, he really did love being a submissive fuck boy.

“Why are you so hard?’ I smiled at him.

“I have no idea, I keep thinking about watching someone else fuck you, and it makes me so horny, I can’t explain it.”

“Well good, I am glad you like it, not that I really care.” I watched him struggle to put his erect penis in the cage. “Should I spank you until your lose your erection?”

“I don’t think that will help.”

“Well, I know what will.” I went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass full of ice water. I handed him the glass. “Put it in the cup.”

He looked at me, shocked, “Seriously?”

“Do you think I’m joking?”

He reluctantly dipped his hard dick into the glass full of ice, screaming like a little girl, I watched with delight as his dick turned flaccid. He quickly mashed it into the cage. I locked it, and slipped the key back around my neck.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

“Weird, but ok.” He grasped the chair, waiting for his next directions.

“Well, I think we can make this a little bit harder,” I winked at him, pulling off my shorts, and tee shirt. I had never walked around naked in front of him before. His face instantly went red with frustration.

“This cage is so tight”, he protested.

I leaned against the sink, slowly rubbing my clit. “Well it’s only going to get tighter.”

He froze, watching me tease myself with my fingers. “Krista, what are you doing?”

I honestly don’t think he had ever seen a girl touch herself before.

“You see what I am doing?” I asked, keeping eye contact with him.

He glanced down at my wet fingers, working my clit in slow circles.

“Yes.” he gulped.

“You have never given me pleasure, ever, tonight I am going to show you how to do it.”

He nodded eagerly.

“Get down on your knees in front of me.”

He did as he was told.

“If you touch me, I will tie your hands, do you understand.”

He nodded.

“Lick me, here,” I said pointing to my swollen clit.

He did as he was told, wanting to grab my hips, but I swatted him away. “No touching.”

“Do a better job.” I slapped him on the head.

He growled and began sucking. I pressed his face harder into my pussy, rubbing my wetness all over him. He became eager and latched on, sucked and flicking his tongue.

“Can I fuck you?” He pleaded.

“No. this is not about you, this is about me.”

Just when I was about to cum, I pushed him away, “You suck at this, don’t worry, Travis will show you.”

“Krista, I need to take this cage off, my dick is so hard it is going to break through it.”

“Should I use the ice water again?”

“No, no,” he backed away. “Are you sure you don’t want me to keep trying?”

“I will finish myself off in the shower, thinking about Travis.”

James looked hurt, “Can I watch?”

“Fuck no, go sleep in the guest room.”

Despite my dismissive attitude he smiled, “yes mistress.”

Tonight was the night. I couldn’t even contain my excitement. The dog cage arrived at my front door, moments after James left for work. I texted Travis to come over and help me put it together, which he did, effortlessly. He was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t wait to put on a show in front of James. I wanted to suck his cock, and let him finger me in the kitchen, but I kept our interactions strictly friendly, saving our passion for later.

“Let me taste you, please, please Krista,” Travis pressed down the front of his pants showing the outline of his dick. Although I was super turned on, I wanted to build up the tension between us, so I continued to turn him down.

The dog cage was set up in the bedroom, I also ordered a padlock to keep him inside against his will.

“You sure he is ok with all this,” Travis motioned towards the cage and the toys.

“He’s excited.” I assured him, I let him out of his cage this morning to shower, and his dick kept leaking pre cum, I am certain if I so much as breathed on his dick he would shoot cum straight to the ceiling.

Travis laughed. “I can’t wait to feel your mouth wrapped around my dick.” He lightly touched my chin, moving my mouth to meet his. He kissed me softly, moving my hand to touch his extremely hard dick through his pants. “One day, I am going to fit this in your ass.”

I couldn’t help but gasp at the thought. “You hardly fit in my vagina, you think that is going in my ass?” I jokingly pushed him away.

“Krista, I am willing to bet you anything that one day you will be begging me.”

“I doubt it, but we will see.”

I was nervous. Travis assured me that I looked incredible. The black latex helped a little bit with my confidence, but I knew that James was going to protest the dog cage, and I was more than a little apprehensive about putting him in it.

James arrived home promptly at six. He had no idea that tonight was the night we all were going to play, but quickly got the message when I appeared in the kitchen dressed up.

“Jesus Christ, Krista, you look..”

“I know.” I said. “Are you ready to play?”

“Yes.”

“Get down on all fours.”

He did as he was told, immediately without question.

“Good boy.”

“Follow me.” I led up the stairs to our bedroom.

James stopped suddenly seeing the cage set up in the room. He looked at it and then his eyes fell on Travis who was laying on our bed, stroking his cock.

To his credit he did not say anything.

“Take your clothes off,” I handed him the ball gag, “put this on.”

I opened the cage, motioning for him to crawl in. “Get in your crate little doggie.”

James eyes were a mix of excitement and panic.

He crawled in the cage, balking as I clicked the lock.

“If you make too much noise, I will spank you, nod if you understand.”

He nodded yes.

I moved over to Travis, who had worked himself up so much that his dick was standing straight up. I wanted to make sure that James had a front row seat, so I pulled Travis down on the ground, basically right next to where James pathetically sat in his crate.

I took Travis’s thick pulsating cock into my hand, my hand barley wrapped around it. I squeezed it as hard as I could, forcing a stream of pre cum to leak out of the tip. I eagerly licked it up. Travis groaned.

I had never sucked on James’s dick in our entire marriage, I didn’t even know if I was doing it right, but I sucked as hard as I could, swirling my tongue along the head. Travis growled and bucked, giving me all the right signals to continue what I was doing.

“James, I bet you wish your dick was this big, I bet you wish your dick was big enough to please me.”

James moaned, a long string of drool escaped out of his mouth. His eyes gleamed with pleasure. I could see his dick struggling behind the metal cage.

“Is that getting pretty tight?” I winked at him, while trying to fit as much as Travis down my throat as my gag reflex would allow.

Travis grabbed my face and started to fuck my face, I kept gagging and my eyes watered.

I pulled away, grabbing his balls with my mouth, I sucked and licked them.

“You ready for a real man to fuck you, Krista?” Travis stroked his cock, looking over at James who looked pathetic.

I unzipped the crotch of my latex suit. My pussy was so wet I knew that sliding Travis inside was going to be easier.

I climbed on top of him, without pausing I sank on his cock all the way, causing everyone in the room to groan.

I grabbed the side of the crate, to anchor myself and went to town on his dick. Fucking him so hard, sliding my pussy up and down, pausing while he was all the way inside me, letting him press his thumb on my pulsating clit.

“That’s it, baby, cum all over my cock.”

He kept pressing into me, rocking his cock back and forth inside, probing my G spot. The combination of his thumb on my clit and the pressure of his dick, was causing me to lose all control.

“Finish in my ass.” I was breathless and so fucking horny I could hardly see straight.

Without warning, Travis flipped me around, he somehow had a tube of lube near him, because before I knew it stream of cold cream was shot all inside my ass. He teased me, pressing a finger inside my ass and pussy. I rubbed my clit watching James rub the front of his cage, watching me intensely.

I didn’t have the heart to stop him, especially as Travis tried to fit his horse cock into my tight little virgin ass.

We struggled for a minute, getting into a perfect rhythm, once I relaxed into him, before I knew it he was fucking my ass like he fucked my pussy.

James groaned so loudly, just as Travis pumped hard filling me with his hot cum. He pulled out, pulling my ass apart, letting his cum contract out of me all over the carpet.

“Looks like your little pet made a mess in his crate, Krista.”

I looked over at James who had cum straight through is cock cage. Cum was pooled on his legs and on the floor of the crate.

I quickly grabbed the key, opened the cage, pulled the gag from his mouth.

“Lick it up.” I pointed to the cum on the ground.

He looked at me incredulously. “Krista.” He started to protest.

“If you don’t do as you are told, I will smack your balls with the crop.”

He bent over lapping up his cum, like a good little doggie.

“Good boy.” I patted him on the head.

Travis looked shocked at both of us. He seemed please with how I behaved as a Domme and how submissive James seemed to be.

“Krista, how did it feel to be fucked by a real man?”

I smiled at him, “It felt amazing.”

“I’m going to let you out now little doggie, to go shower. I will get your dinner ready.”

James sat patiently, while I unlocked his cage, patting his dick gently.

While James showered, I spent my time kissing Travis, and letting him suck on my tits, getting himself all hot and bothered again.

“No more.” I knew I could not take his cock inside me anymore tonight.

“Too much for you baby.”

“You know you are too big,” I said gently stroking him.

“If you keep doing that, you know I wont stop.” He closed his eyes, letting me continue to stroke him.

“Well then I’ll stop.” I grinned.

I hopped off the bed, feeling extremely proud of myself.

I peeled off my black latex suit, realizing that everything between my legs, including my inner thighs ached. My ass in particular felt raw and torn up. Travis’s cock was so big, I could not believe I had actually willingly asked him to fuck me there.

James appeared in the doorway, “My cage is locked, mistress.” He looked down at the floor.

I pointed to a dog dish full of lasagna, “Your dinner is ready for you.”

James dropped down on his knees, lapping up his dinner exactly like a hungry puppy.

Watching him submit to me, got my juices flowing. My pussy ached but I still wanted to be licked, especially by a eager James.

“When you are done eating, I will give you, your dessert.”

James looked up at me with excitement, his eyes shining.

“I’m ready for dessert, mistress.”

“Good.” I smiled at him, reaching for a covered plate of cheesecake on my dresser.

Pulling off the tin foil, I pulled a chunk of New York Style cheesecake from the plate and pressed some of it, over my pussy.

“Come here little doggie and clean off my pussy.”

James eagerly lapped at my pussy, licking me clean. His tongue was gentle and thorough. In a matter of seconds he had licked me clean, but kept licking and sucking my clit. His aggressiveness was surprising, I wanted to scold him, but the pleasure was too intense.

The more he ate me, the more I wanted to cum on his face. He kept sucking, inching his fingers up my thigh, wanting to finger fuck me.

“No,” I swatted his fingers away, “If I wanted something tiny in my pussy, i’d fuck you.”

He groaned inaudibly into my pussy, lifting my leg over his shoulder.

The sucking and the swirling of the tongue, finally broke me, I surrendered to the feelings. Letting my orgasm build and finally break. I gushed hot cream all over James’s face, that he ardently sucked up.

“The cheesecake was ok, but your pussy cream is better.” He licked his lips.

I couldn’t believe that the man on his knees in front of me, was the same man I had married two years ago. I could not believe that he was the same man that I was about to leave, because he was boring and cheated on me. I could tell he loved being a pathetic sub just as much as I loved ordering him around.

James retreated to his crate, curling up with a blanket, he looked comfortable and content. I couldn’t help but stare at him. It seemed that this new relationship was something that James relished in. Perhaps this balanced out his life perfectly. I had read in forums that sometimes important men in business like to be ordered around and humiliated, that it gives them an outlet.

Whatever was going on, it did not look like James was willing to give up being submissive.

This dynamic was their relationship now, and it included Travis and his horse cock. I smiled to myself, while getting into bed. I sent Travis a text telling him to come over and spend the night.

About the Author:

Katie is a 34 year old writer and adult performer. As far as kink goes she considers herself a Domme She likes to write about pegging and CEI since these are both her fetishes.

https://www.patreon.com/Katieee_Ryan << This is where you can find her erotica

www.kittykatryan.com << This is where you can find her adult videos

Black Friday Cuckold: Part 1

May 7, 2018 By Katie Ryan 8 Comments

The day Travis Warner moved in next door, I had already made plans to leave my husband. Two years was enough time to give it a shot. Two years was enough time to realize that this was not the life I had always wanted.

Five months after we were married, I walked in on him fucking his secretary on my side of the bed. There was a part of me that was actually surprised that she would even be into him, given that he had never been very good at pleasing me in bed.

Cindy Benson was her name and she ran so fast out of my house, I am not entirely sure she had gotten dressed.

Something inside me broke that night.

I had packed a bag that night, screaming at him, so loudly I lost my voice. He had gotten down on his knees and begged. I had never seen him cry before.

“Please Krista, I have a problem, please she means nothing, please don’t go.”

We hadn’t even been married a full year before he felt the need to whore himself out.

“I have needs, Krista!” he cried through the locked bathroom door.

“And I don’t?” I pounded my fists hard against the wooden frame.

That was the night I threw the lamp at his head. It crashed in millions of little ceramic pieces all of the floor.

Ultimately I stayed. My father was still paying off the elaborate wedding, and I just could not admit to my mother that she had been right about divorce lawyers.

“Fucking, Scum. of. The. earth.” My mother was not known for mincing words. She hated James from the very beginning, and didn’t bother to hide it.

“I see how these things play out, Krista, I see it every fucking day, you don’t want to get caught up in a messy divorce.” he lightly kissed my forehead before grabbing a cup of coffee.

Every morning, for the past two years had been exactly the same. He talked about how horrible divorce was, he drank his coffee, read the newspaper and pretended like he wasn’t a giant fucking asshole.

I tried to avoid sex at all costs, no matter how hard I tried I could not get the vision of his tiny dick pumping into Cindy out of my head.

“Not tonight, James, I’m on my period.” I rolled over, staring out the window.

“I don’t mind, I think that would be really fun.” James grabbed at my waist.

“Don’t be disgusting.” I pushed his hands away.

“Well then I’m going to go MASTURBATE in the bathroom!” He kicked the covers off, and retreated to the bathroom.

“Use the fucking guest bathroom, I don’t want to hear you moaning!” I shouted.

The day Travis Warner moved in next door, I had already emptied my secret bank account, had three bags packed, and studio apartment paid for, first last and security.

I had most all my bags together, when my doorbell rang.

A stunning black man was standing on my porch. He was honestly the hottest man I had ever seen in my life.

“Hi there!” He extended his hand, “Travis Warner, I just moved in.” He pointed behind him, to the moving truck.

I tried to speak, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his body. He was dressed casually, clearly he had been moving heavy furniture because he was slightly sweaty.

Travis was well over six feet, his hands were large and surprisingly silky.

He was muscular in all the right places, I couldn’t help but stare at his body, wondering what he looked like without his clothes.

Travis looked past me to the bags stacked by the staircase. “You going on a trip? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt you just wanted to say hi and introduce myself.”

It took me a minute to realize he was referring to the suitcases behind me.

“No, uh, just doing some cleaning.” I smiled, wishing I was wearing something sexier.

“So are you here with your family?” I looked behind him, at the driveway expectantly.

“No, No, just me, I didn’t actually catch your name.”

I stuck my hand out again, excited for a reason to touch him, “Sorry, God, I’m a stupid woman, Krista, I’m Krista.”

“So wonderful to meet you Krista, so nice to have such beauty so close to me.”

I blushed so violently I was afraid I might start visibly sweating.

“You are so sweet, thank you, I’m actually, I am married.” I looked down, feeling ashamed, like James was something to be embarrassed of.

Travis let his eyes travel to my chest, “Lucky, man.” He winked, “Well I better finish unpacking, I look forward to seeing you around, Krista.” His was voice was so deep and smooth, I could have listened to him talk all day.

I stood at the sink, drinking coffee and watching him move all morning, forgetting my plan to leave James.

“Go upstairs and get yourself hard, I want to fuck tonight.” James was about to turn on the TV and zone out watching sports.

“What?” He looked at me amazed.

“Don’t make me repeat what I said, go, now.”

James got out of his chair so quickly he almost tripped over the ottoman.

“Can I watch porn to get myself..”

“I don’t give a flying fuck HOW you get hard, James, just do it.”

I fucked him on top that night. It was the first time in our entire marriage that, I was able to experience an ounce of pleasure. I pictured Travis’s hands on my body the entire time.

Mid way through using James as a dildo, I realized that my bedroom window looked almost directly into Travis’s bedroom. This realization made me ride James even harder, causing his little dick to cum so violently he screamed like a little girl.

“What has gotten in to you, Krista?” He asked, kissing my shoulder.

“Don’t touch me”, I pushed him off, “I need you to go sleep in the guest room, I want to stay up tonight and read.

“I think I like this new side of you,” he said, grabbing his robe, “ I think I am going to touch myself again thinking about you.”

“You will not touch yourself tonight, or ever again until I give you permission, do you understand?” I looked at him, narrowing my eyes, enjoying the look of panic that washed over his face.

“Wait, are you kidding?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” I waited for him to freak out and convince me to stop ordering him around, but he didn’t, he retreated like a little puppy to the guest room.

Feeling high from my new found power over James, I moved carefully to my bedroom window, watching Travis, move back and forth in his room. I had a front row seat to everything he was doing. Which meant that if he turned around he could see me watching.

I could tell that he was distracted by unpacking sheets and, trying to make his bed. He glanced over at my window, seeing me there, he smiled, and continued pulling the sheets tighter on his bed.

Ever so often he would glace over, and I continued standing there, in my robe, watching, smiling slightly.

He waved a little. I waved back. Feeling dumb, but still feeling confident, I loosened my robe, showing more of my cleavage. Travis stopped what he was doing, sitting down the bed, staring directly at me.

My heart skipped a few beats, having his complete attention.

I started back at him, wondering what would happen if I stood completely naked.

Instead I made a point of making sure he knew I was staring at him. I played with my robe, making my nipples hard, I pinched them through the satin.

Travis didn’t take his eyes off of me, I bit my lower lip, feeling ridiculously aroused.

I thought about getting naked, but figured it was a little too forward for the first night. I waved, once more, before closing the curtains.

Even behind the curtains I could still see Travis sitting on the bed, it took him a full five minutes before he stood up.

The next morning I couldn’t help but open the curtains as I got ready for the day. I didn’t see Travis, and that irritated me slightly. I slipped off my nightgown, standing in my bra and panties. I even moved directly in front of the window, and still I could not see him. Perhaps he was still sleeping.

I showered quickly, hearing James yell through the door. “Bye Krista, I’ll see you later?” He sounded pathetic, and I loved my new found power over him.

“Bye.” I called to him, wrapping my hair in a towel.

I had a plan for the day, and it did not involve planning my escape from James, but instead, to hook Travis.

The morning sunshine was unusually hot. I moved outside to our pool, laying a hot pink towel over the concrete. I mindlessly swam a few laps, getting in some much needed exercises and thinking of reasons why I should happen to drop by Travis’s house unannounced.

I glanced up at Travis’s window, squinting noticing some movement. With one hand I untied my bikini top, freeing my bouncy tits. Laying back I let the sun shine down on my nipples causing them to perk up.

I peeked through my sunglasses noticing Travis standing in the open window.

He seemed unfazed by my tits, “Good morning Krista.” His voice was so deep and smooth, it sent chills racing through my spine.

I pressed up, on my elbows, “Good morning Travis, enjoying the view?”

“I would love to show you exactly how much I am enjoying this view, but sadly I do not think the man I saw leaving your house this morning would enjoy it.

“What man?” I smiled coyly.

“Are you inviting me to your pool, Krista, because I would love to get you all wet.”

“Come get me Travis.”

I honestly had no idea where all my confidence was coming from, but honestly I felt like I was on fire with desire. James had been the only man in my life, and I was so close to leaving the relationship something ignited, I wanted to play with fire.

Travis made his way into my backyard, he had on bright blue swimmer trunks. His body was just as perfect as I thought it would be. His brown skin was shimmering, his abs rippled and contracted as he bent over to set down his water bottle.

I wanted to cover myself, but decided against it, he was certainly acting as if seeing my tits was not a big deal.

“How was your first night in your new house?” I asked, laying back on my towel.

“It was ok, a little lonely.” He adjusted his crotch. I could see the outline of his dick, flacid it was already bigger than anything I had ever seen.

“So judging by the ring on your finger, I am assuming you are married?”

I kept my eyes closed, “When I met you yesterday I was packing up to leave him.”

“Is that so?” Travis laughed softly.

“Yes, but I decided last night that controlling him is much easier.

“Are you a Dom, Krista?” Travis’s eyes gleamed.

I sat up, my boobs falling under my armpits, “I’m sorry, a what?”

“You get satisfaction from ordering little fuck boys around, making them do things for you, controlling their orgasms, making them buy you things, stuff like that.”

“I didn’t know it had a name, James seemed to like it, but at this point I really don’t care what he likes.”

“Said like a perfect Dominatrix, you should look into buying him a cage and locking up his little dick, then let me fuck you.” He looked over at me, expectantly.

I paused for a moment, thinking about James’s face after I demanded that he wear a cage. “That sounds like fun, I wonder how James would react, especially if I locked up his precious dick.”

Travis kneeled next to me, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear, “I’m not going to touch you, not until I get to fuck you into submission.

Shivers raced up my legs, my nipples were so erect I was certain they could cut glass.

“You don’t want to fuck me right here, right now?” I asked, feeling his breath hot on my skin.

He lightly touched my nipple, rubbing slowly, causing me to arch my back with pleasure.

No man had ever touched me like that before, James was always grabbing and groping. Up until this point I had never known how turned on I could actually get. Everything in my body screamed for Travis to touch me.

He laughed softly, tracing his fingers around my neck. “If I put my mouth on you, will you do what I say?”

It was impossible to deny him. Everything about him was different, he was so tender and calm. “Yes, please!” I moaned.

His head moved from my breast down my ribs, where he licked and lightly bit. I couldn’t help but squeal with delight, as he approached between my legs. He paused, lightly touching me over my bikini bottoms. Rubbing, pressing, watching me thrash with pleasure.

“Has James ever gone down on you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Has he made you cum with his mouth before?”

I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. I shook my head.

Travis grinned ear to ear. He pulled down my bikini bottoms, slowly, pausing only to spread my knees apart. “Lay back beautiful, let me show you what you have been missing.”

He kissed my inner thighs, so softly, It was impossible to relax, as soon as his mouth started kissing my pussy, a bolt of lightening surged through me. I yelped, grabbing his head.

“OH I think you like this,” he said, continuing to swirl his tongue. He looked up at me, loving the fact that I could not stop shaking. He gently sucked on my clit, slowly than harder, until I bucked and tensed so hard, I thought I could break through the concrete if I really tried.

“I’m going to..” my voice trailed off, as the wave of tingles rushed from my toes to my ears, flushing my body with endorphins.

Travis wiped his mouth, before kissing my stomach and breasts, sucking gingerly on each nipple before kissing my neck.

“Just think, I made you cum that hard with my mouth, think about what I can do with my cock.”

My pussy contracted from the heat of his breath in my ear. I could see how turned on he was, his cock was massive.

“Can I see it?” I asked reaching for the bulge in front of his bathing suit.

“Krista you can do more than see it.” He pulled out his dick, it sprang forward in a perfect arch. It was thick and had to be close to nine inches.

“I don’t think that is going to fit..” I looked at him nervously.

He spit in his hand, and lightly stroked it, moving up and down in perfect rhythm. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll get you good and wet, we will go nice and slow.”

I spread my legs wide, inviting him to try, “Fuck me now Travis, fill me with your big black cock.”

“Krista you don’t realize how much this is going to hurt, you can’t go from a tiny dick to me, I will basically be taking your virginity.”

“I want it.” I spread my pussy with my fingers, showing him how wet and ready I was to take all of his dick.

“You sure you don’t want to move to a bed, or some place a little more comfortable?”

I pulled him towards me, rubbing the head of his cock along my slit. “Make me scream, Travis.”

That was all he needed to hear. He tried to start out slow, pushing in just the tip of his pulsating cock, but I raised my hips quickly, causing him to plunged inside me. He was only halfway in and it hurt. I winced. “Ow, ow,” I pressed my hands to his stomach trying to push him out.

“Relax baby, breathe.” He leaned over me, kissing my neck, and gently started fucking me. With each thrust he got deeper and deeper, before I knew it we were in synch he was so deep and my pussy was wrapped so tightly around him he struggled to maintain his control.

“Krist, Krista, I’m going to cum all over your little pussy.”

I dug my fingernails into his back, letting him fuck me as hard as he wanted, enjoying the pain, and the pleasure.

Suddenly he pulled out his cock, jerked it quickly, and shot a hot load of cum all over my pussy and stomach. He groaned so loudly, birds flew from the trees.

I looked down at my cum covered pussy, noticing a little bit of blood on the towel.

“Oh my god, why am I bleeding?” I squeezed my knees together.

“Baby, I think I just took your real virginity,” he kissed me on my forehead before pulling on his bathing suit bottoms.

“Fuck, that is going to be great to throw in James’s face.” I laughed before diving into the pool.

“ I can’t wait to do that in front of him.” I smiled at Travis, who winked at me in agreement.

Finding a cock cage, was surprisingly easy. Several sites sold a variety of styles. I had no idea what I was looking for, but found looking at the different shapes and materials offered that I started to get very aroused.

I purchased a metal cage, with a large heart lock. I made sure to order an extra small, so that I could add in more humiliation. I read that some men really got off on being teased about their small penis. I assumed that James was aware of his tiny dick, and I planned on highlighting it with the size of the cock cage. For some reason reading the other people’s reviews was intriguing. One man posted a link to a site that sold over sized dog cages. He explained that he enjoyed being locked inside it while his wife fucked several guys at once. I clicked on the link, and browsed the dog cages. I pictured James on all fours in the cage, being forced to watch Travis fuck me up against it. I couldn’t figure out why my panties were soaked, but something about the visual ignited a fire deep within me. I moved the “extra large dog crate” into my shopping cart, not even flinching at the two hundred dollar charge. I went ahead and purchased a black latex one piece suit, black lace up boots, handcuffs and a ball gag for him. If I was going to be a Domme then I needed to dress the part. I quickly sent a few of the links to Travis’s phone, setting a date for him to come over. My pussy tightened at the thought of him fucking me again, the thought of James being forced to watch was even more exciting. Travis responded almost immediately. Looks amazing, can’t wait.

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About the Author:

Katie is a 34 year old writer and adult performer. As far as kink goes she considers herself a Domme She likes to write about pegging and CEI since these are both her fetishes.

https://www.patreon.com/Katieee_Ryan << This is where you can find her erotica

www.kittykatryan.com << This is where you can find her adult videos

Katie Ryan

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