The Chronicles of Lion and Mouse Ch. 01

My warm thanks to my editors not yet on Lit, whom helped me polish this piece.

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The two of us had been looking forward to this for weeks. Our sexual chemistry had been thriving since we met, but when were we finally going to get around to our first kink scene? It finally looked like the stars were going to align. We suddenly had a free Saturday and it looked like I was going to have the house to myself. At last, we were going to get some screaming and crying, and the echoing crack of naked flesh being struck.

Over the week or so leading up to our play date, we ironed out how we were going to achieve the aforementioned displays. Floggers? Yes. Straps? Yes. Spanking? Yes. Choking? Not to passing out. Broken skin? Not if we could help it, but not a scene stopper. Back and forth as things came to us, and each answer helping me shape the scene in my head.

As the day drew nearer it became less certain that I would have the house to myself. Both of us were desperate for the chance to not have to hold back, we started looking for outdoor locations where sound wouldn't carry far enough to get the cops called. Unfortunately, each location we came up with was systematically rejected and we conceded that if we couldn't get the house to ourselves, we would just have to dial things back a little bit and do what we could to keep you quiet. After all, using your panties as a gag had worked well enough for us in the past.

Unfortunately, things didn't go our way. Various complications from the outside world had us both struggling to find our headspaces and the house was not silent. I wasn't going to let that deter from our time together though.

The moment I closed the bedroom door behind us, I grabbed you by the neck and pushed you up hard against the wall. Hungry, insistent lips claiming yours as I pinned you between myself and the wall. My hand gripping your hip and pulling you against me, the other leaving your throat to grab a fist full of your hair and manhandle you. Pulling you where I wanted you, biting your lip to get that faithful whimper of yours. My tongue delved into your mouth, bullying your tongue this way and that. The way you shudder and moan when I do that. . .

Kissing is great and all, but I needed you in the right mindset for this. "Know your place." Both hands came up to push down heavily on your shoulders. You looked up at me with that desire to please and obeyed as you sank to your knees. Oh how I love that look. Quick fingers made even quicker work of releasing my shorts and pulling my already swollen length out for you. Your hands roamed over the skin of my hips and then held me in a reverent grip. I slowly dragged my shirt over my head, shifting my hips at the same time to let my shorts slide down my legs. Dropping my clothes out of the way, I returned my attention to the pretty girl on her knees.

You had been kissing and licking, running your tongue and lips along my length. I needed more. I grabbed your hair and without instruction you knew to open wide. I pushed myself to the back of your throat and like a good girl, you relaxed and shifted as I pushed so that I slid down your throat, until I pressed your nose firmly against my pelvis. I held you there until you convulsed and tapped my thigh. I pulled back quickly and you gasped, rubbing my slobber covered cock along your face and lips as you panted for air, trying to appease my need as you recuperated.

"Good girl." I groaned down at you, my fingers tracing your cheek and the side of your head encouragingly. "Good girl. Now, do it again." You hadn't recovered yet, but my brave little mouse opened her mouth wide and moved her hands to my hips as I gripped her hair again and pushed forward. With less resistance than the first time, I pressed your nose to my pelvis and enjoyed a moment of your strangled bliss before you tapped again and I pulled free. Again, you stroked my slippery prick and ran it along your face as you gasped for air. You didn't pull away. Rather, you leaned into my pelvis, holding to me, and stroked my length, kissing and fondling me while you regained yourself.

"Good girl. That's my good girl." I praised gently as you clung to me and continued your worship. It didn't take you long to regain you breath and take me into your mouth of your own accord. "That's it. Good girl." My hand slid back to grip the back of your head again. "Again." Together we forced me down your throat and I rocked my hips a couple of times before you needed to tap again. This time when I pulled free, I didn't release your hair. Instead, you looked up at me as I pulled you to your feet and then pushed you toward the bed.

You stumbled beside it and my rough hands tore your cute little garbage away and threw it on the floor beside my own. Typically we bask in the feel of our naked bodies against each other. I think you probably wanted it right then; instead I pushed you over onto the bed. Like a well trained little whore, you watched me circle the bed and anticipated my desires. Before I could even get in position you had lain yourself across the bed, head dangling over the edge, lips gently parted and ready. I couldn't help but be proud and praise you again, my fingertips stroking your cheek fondly.

I gripped my girth and guided it between your lips. Shifting as we went, your practiced throat offered little resistance as I pushed myself to the base, my balls covering your nose. I enjoyed a few languid thrusts into you before you tapped. I chuckled excitedly as I praised you. Loving my toy. I cradled your head and lifted it up, letting the blood flow and your airway relax as you caught your breath. You reached up to grasp my rod, kissing it and rubbing it on your face, getting properly cock drunk as you recovered. Easing your head back down, you knew your grace period was over. You opened your mouth like a good girl and I greedily claimed it; driving to the hilt. I pumped into you a few more times than before, before you had to tap again. I reached down and cradled your head, murmuring excited words of encouragement. Helping you stroke me and rub my cock along your face.

Over and over I claimed your throat. Working it harder than I ever had before. My treatment between each little series growing less and less tender; growing more and more greedy and selfish. Rather than cradling your head, I ran my slobbery balls along your face, smearing them on you, stradled your head, making you lick and service me further and further back and showing less and less restraint. Gradually, your resistance grew. Delaying opening your mouth for a second, then turning your head a few times and begging me to wait, then begging me to stop. Eventually the tears started to build and run through the drool on your red face as you clenched your jaws and I had to drive my fingers between your lip and fishhook your jaws apart before thrusting into you again and again.I let you pull back on to the bed to finally rest your neck, but I forced you on your side and continued to use your mouth a moment more, just so you knew that I was still controlling every little thing.

Thanks to you, I'm no longer ashamed of how hard I get when I see tears and whimpers of protest.

Not wanting to break my toy before I could really enjoy it, I laid back on the bed and gave you permission to worship how you wished. Almost instantly, those big tears were gone and you slipped between my thighs to touch, tease, fondle and rub. Before you could completely immerse yourself in your task, I stopped you and went to the table beside the bed. Hefting the supple deer hide flogger with a grin, I walked back to you and slowly trailed the fall along your spine.

Up, up, the leather parted and cascaded around your neck, then flitted over your ears and tingled along your scalp. You shivered visibly as I ran the leather along your back and neck; you couldn't resist turning your head to breathe in the warm scent. "This is going to be your friend." I murmured by your ear. "This is deer hide. It's going to warm you up nicely." And then I gave a leisurely swat to each shoulder blade. I could see the effect immediately as your muscles seemed to nearly drop you.

I laid back in place, propped up on pillows to look down your length, and let you resume your worship. You shivered with me in your mouth as I lazily trailed the leather fall along your scalp or along your shoulders. You moaned around a mouthful as the first lazy strike came down along your back. I remember flexing excitedly against your tongue at your receptive response. And just like that, I had a new game. Watching you shiver as I trailed the leather across your skin and feeling you moan and slump in my lap as I gradually built up the force and frequency of the strikes. It didn't take you long to discover your own game though.

After one strike, you moaned and sank on to me again, but as I trailed the leather back up your spine, you pushed my engorged cock to the back of your throat and tried to force yourself down on it. My hand slowed and the flogger came to a stop as I groaned and watched you gag yourself on me. My eyes rolled back as I watched you drool on my balls and convulse before you pulled back up and smiled up at me with watery eyes. I gave you a winning cheshire grin and a rewarding slap with the flogger. Again you moaned and slumped, and perhaps to prove your theory, you pulled me to the back of your throat again and gagged yourself some more, again paralyzing me while I drank in the sight and feel.

And so our mutual game began. Me stirring you deeper into your subspace and you paralyzing my movements and making my needs climb. I made you edge me three times. It had been a week since I last came, the load was already going to be impressive, but I wanted you to struggle to swallow every drop. And so we coaxed me up, and then let me simmer back down, coaxed me up, simmer down and then once more. All the while the flogger warmed your skin and you tried to distract me.

Finally, I let things escalate. You gripped me tight in one hand and your lips chased your hand up and down my shaft as you twisted the way I taught you. I draped the flogger over your neck and shoulders and thrust sporadically up as I rapidly climbed toward release. Rough hands grabbed your head and pulled you down for the final stimulation as I swelled and came undone. A week's pent up frustration combined with this edging burst out of me with enough force to make you gag. I took a little pity on you and released your head, no longer forcing my engorged prick to the back of your throat. My good girl didn't pull back far. You clamped your lips tight around me and suffered through every thick spurt, struggling to swallow fast enough. Your breath broken and ragged through your nose as you tried to take down air and cum in equal measure.

Convulsions of ecstasy took their time leaving me as I finally emptied myself into your eager to please mouth. I let us linger for only seconds, smiling down at you as you lapped and suckled every last bead away, then lifted you by the chin, taking the flogger back in hand, and getting to my feet. With the tails dangling at my side, you glanced over at me excitedly and volunteered yourself to the headboard, gripping the wrought iron frame and kneeling there, offering up your rosey canvas to further work.

A handful of strikes to encourage more colour, all administered from an unfavourable angle, standing beside the bed. That's when my genius shone through and I climbed up onto the bed behind you, standing above you, leering down at you. The soft, supple leather struck more true from this position. Splaying across the backs of your shoulders, down your body, and drawing a touch of colour into your creamy cheeks.

I took my time, trailing the fall along your spine, through your hair, down your front to graze across your nipples. Oh, how you shivered at the sensation. The way you turned your head into the leather to smell it as it whispered along your skin. And then your soft mewls of encouragement as it struck your backside again, or wrapped around your sides to fondle your breasts, or splayed out along your back. Confident that you were properly warmed up, I draped the deerhide over your shoulder and then stepped down off the bed to grab the suede.

Trailing the heavier flogger over your opposite shoulder as I slowly dragged the deer hide away, I leaned in close "This is suede. It's going to be your friend." You trembled, whether it was the sensation of the flogger or my voice pitched low in your ear, I don't know. But you trembled, and I knew I had you. Setting the first flogger on the bedside beside us, I resumed my position behind you, gazing down at you hungrily. The tails tickling your skin as I moved the tips along your shoulders, over your neck, down your spine, over your ass and back up your back.

The first strike was gentle, easy. It was already more impactful than the deerhide and you responded with a well received hum. Symmetry is important, so the other side received a mirror strike and produced an echoed little hum. One strike. Another. Another. Slowly building up the force. Watching you flex and shift at my feet, immersing myself in your coos of approval. Two firmer concussions to each shoulder and your grip slipped from the headboard and you collapsed on your elbows with a delicious little cry. Parts of me flexed their approval.

Before I could sink down to one knee you were already climbing back into position, clasping the iron tight. I remember exactly how much I enjoyed that. And I know exactly how much you were enjoying it too, as my hand snaked between your thighs to feel you slick to the touch and flinching excitedly as I explored you.

"Yes. .Yes, I have a great idea." I draped the flogger over your shoulder again.

You protested as my hand left your heat and I stepped off the bed. I returned to the table and pulled out my leather cuffs. No chain between them, just the black and red leather and three d-rings a piece. I wrapped them around your wrists, snugging them tight, then grabbed a carabiner for each and locked you to the headboard through the horizontal iron bars. Now each hand could travel perhaps a foot before being arrested, and you could only drop them a couple of inches. You were secure. You weren't going anywhere, or going to interrupt my rhythm again. We both knew it, and we both responded visibly.

Lording over you again, I picked up where I left off. Firm strokes coming down on your shoulders, one side to the next and back again. Each heavy strike bending you a little further and a little further down toward the pillows, wrists secured above your head. A wicked idea came to me. A firm backhand strike on one ass cheek and then the other had you quickly up at attention again. Knees wide, hands on the rail, back straight and ready for me. I had a cheshire smile and a wicked chuckle for you.

"Oh? Did that get your attention?" I lean in close, one hand on your shoulder, lips near your ear, tails trailing down your back.

"Yes, Daddy." You choked out.

"Did I surprise you?"

"You did, Daddy."

"Did you like that?"

Silence. "I said," the flogger swished through the air and then slapped your ass, then a quick match to the other side, "did you like that?"

"Yes, Daddy." You managed.

"'Yes, Daddy.'" I mocked. Straightening, I let the flogger do its work on you again. My gradually heavier blows bending you, beating you down, then a few sharp cracks to your pretty ass to get you back to attention, only to beat you down again. I swelled excitedly, stiff, demanding.

After pulling you back up to attention for the I-don't-know-how-many-th time, I started to enjoy exploring. Trailing the tips down your neck, around your scalp, down your pink back. You cried out and sagged in your bonds when the flogger suddenly came down on the soles of your little feet. I leaned in sadistically, "Did that hurt, baby girl?"

"Yes, Daddy." You whimpered.

"And what do we think about symmetry?" I asked cruelly. You hesitated, I could tell you didn't want to answer the question. I liked that part.

"That it's important." The reluctance in your voice. I could hear you resigning yourself to your fate. It was so fucking arousing.

"That's right." I had to twist the knife a little.

You closed your eyes in preparation before I even leaned back and offered your other sole the same ministration. You whimpered and tried to huddle down smaller. A few quick strikes to that presented posterior had you back up in position quick enough, however.

The flogger and I explored your calves, your thighs but neither made you whimper the way your delicate little feet did. Something I extorted intermittently as I returned to beating you down and striking you up again. All the while asking you if it hurt. Asking you if it sounded like I cared. Asking you if you thought your Daddy was mean.

I was leaking from my end and growing more and more unmanageable. I knelt behind you, my cock rubbing between your cheeks, smearing myself about. Poking, prodding. The flogger trailed along your body. I choked up on the fall to offer your back some awkward, close range strikes. You always respond well to me, undulating against me, pressing back. I draped the suede over your shoulder and moved off the bed, walking over to turn on the overhead light to see my canvas better in the fading light. Coming back, I picked up two heavy clothes pins from the table and came to stand beside you. You looked at them like they were snakes.

"You're not going to like these." I didn't even try to hide my gleeful grin. I'd say your expression was imploring. Silently begging that I wouldn't actually put them on, but knowing that the plea would be fruitless and therefore knowing better than to ask.

I opened the first clamp and leaned in close, my face only inches from yours. I took your first nipple in the clamp and slowly, cruelly, let it gradually close. You winced and looked away, trying to escape perhaps. My fingers released the pin and your breath caught as the heavy spring pinched you tight. I grabbed the other clamp. You looked at me and shook your head back and forth, silently mouthing the word no over and over. Your gaze followed the clothespin to your nipple and you trembled and tried to huddle around it as, with agonizing slowness, I closed the pin on you.

I didn't give you time to wallow in your self-pity though. I had needs I wanted met. I climbed back up onto the bed, but this time, rather than position myself behind you, I stepped over your arm and set myself between your bound wrists, cock lurching excitedly right before you. Perhaps you welcomed the distraction, because I didn't need to say anything. Your lips and tongue found me before I could even take up the flogger again and you took me into your mouth before I could even make a demand. I hummed my own pleasure and simply enjoyed you lapping up my flavour for a few seconds before I brought the fall down on your back.

The position didn't allow for much force behind the strikes, but you moaned around my girth and shivered whenever I trailed the tails across your warm skin. Your lips and tongue savoured every inch of me and the suede enjoyed everything it could reach. I let you distract me from time to time when you speared your throat on me, but for the most part, the falls continued to rain down on your back.

"Stop. You don't get to have my cum yet." I growled as I let you edge me a little. You released my prick and gave a sullen plea. I love having this effect on you. You were more upset to have my cum denied you than you were about being beaten. Speaking of being beaten.

I draped the flogger over your neck and shoulders and stepped out over your arm again. I could tell you already missed me. I returned to my place behind you and took up the flogger again. And when I resumed, I added a little more force. It took fewer strikes to beat you down, and one strike per cheek was more than enough to get you right back up. Your little moans and groans as you were driven down, and your little cries or yelps as your ass or feet were lain into were intoxicating. Oh, to hear you sing out your pain.