A Taste of Cherie - Sex Stories

A Taste of Cherie

... movie, or else she reads quietly or watches from her cage while I play video games. But that's not what happens today. I start cleaning up, wondering what she's up to. The noises coming from the other end of the house give a clue: running water, drawers being opened and shut, and the quiet clinking of metal. Then silence. I stop cleaning and lean against the door frame, crossing my arms expectantly. My eyes are fixed on the corner from the hallway where she will appear.

She crawls into the living room on her hands and knees, stopping as soon as her entire body is exposed. She's still in her lingerie, but now there's now a leash attached to her slave collar, with the other end held in her mouth. She looks at me, then looks away bashfully just as a smile begins to appear. The leash slips from her mouth and lands on the floor with a soft thud.

"Someone's horny," I observe wryly.

"Mmmmhmmm."

I swagger over to her. She doesn't glance up, but she's already trembling with anticipation. I kneel and close my fist around her leash.

"So, how have we been naughty today?"

"I don't know," she answers in a whisper tinged with excitement.

"I have to admit, my princess has been exceptionally well behaved."

She doesn't look up, but I know she's smiling. She loves to be called obedient. "That's only because you've trained me so well, master", she replies, confidence welling in her voice as her arousal builds.

There's a lengthy pause. I have to come up with a pretext ...

... for punishing her before we can start. Setup is extremely important for her. But she's been very well behaved, and I want to punish her for something more substantial than leaving her seat without permission after dinner. So I stall for time. "Let's see, what do have in the armory? Whips, chains, canes, cuffs, clamps..."

"I've done something terrible, I just know it!" she laughs, giving her bottom a little wiggle.

"Alright, that's enough. I'm getting the paddle."

"Wait, noooo! Not until we know what I did wrong!"

"Maybe you've been kidnapped, and I'm interrogating you?"

"That would make you the bad guy!" she protests.

"Hmm. What about that girl in the movie last night? You were so mad she never got her comeuppance."

"Roxanne? Gosh, she was so mean to everyone. And she got away with it, too. It ruined the whole movie!"

"Yeah, but she ended up with that knight. Why don't we find out how he trained her?"

"Oh, my. I bet he really—mmmh!" The sentence goes unfinished, her words washed away by a wave of arousal. There's a moment of silence as the sexual tension envelops her body. "She was a princess, too," she observes thoughtfully.

"Not half as pretty as you, though."

"Thanks!" she whispers. She doesn't know how to take complements because she's much too modest to properly respond. I gently pat her head.

Our home is a one-story rambler, so we don't have a proper dungeon. However, we do have a room we call the armory. If dildos were weapons, the ...