Little Mouse

I pride myself on being what I want to be. I am able to adapt and grow and change very quickly and very easily. From standing out in a crowded room, to blending in completely. It is what I like to do and how I like to live. I recently went on a date with a man who later nicknamed me "little mouse" I like it! How very accurate, thank you for the sweet description. I have written this fantasy about this man and things he described as wanting to do with me. *sweet peaceful smiles*

She has pale brown hair and looks like the girl next door. And while her eyes are green they look very pale and almost grey. You would never know just by a quick glance the passions that simmer beneath her calm and quiet exterior.

She is desired by this strong and dominant man and he wants to bring her to new heights of both pleasure and pain. She wants him to hurt her and she is anxious to make the conversations into a reality. He has teased this mouse long enough.

She arrives as scheduled at his home, carrying a bag with only a few small items like toiletries and a pair of panties to wear home. She is clothed in a soft cloth dress that is to her knees and somewhat loose.

He leans her over the arm of his couch and hikes up her dress. Rubbing his hands over her bare ass and feeling the heat coming from her cunt. She is a wanton slut and he plans on using it to his advantage. He slaps her hard with his hand, reddening her bottom and making her squirm and cry out. Her pussy is now juicy as well as hot and he has great plans for her. First is dinner though and he has ways of making it a memorable evening. He presses a butt plug into her ass and watches her press back into his touch. She is an ass whore and wants to be fucked so badly she is aching and begging him.

He laughs and stands her up so her dress is covering her ass and marches her out the door to her car. They have dinner reservations and must not be late.

At the restaraunt everything is a blur. She is sure they discussed something important but she can not remember anything beyond his eyes looking in hers and the feeling of her butthole stretched around that toy. She doesn't remember eating at all although she is certain she must have.

In the parking lot he leans her over the hood of the car and fucks her ass with the toy while pulling and squeezing her nipples. She is crying out and begging to cum when he opens her car door for her and orders her to drive them back home. She complies of course, the entire time she is whimpering and half afraid/half nervous what awaits her at his home.

As they walk through the door he grabs her and throws her into the wall. Pressing her between the hard wall and his hard body. She can feel his arousal and wonders if he will just take her right here, right now.

His fingertips trace lightly down her cheek and touch her throat where her pulse beats rapidly in excitment. His lips are soft at her throat. She feels his teeth at her throat and she shudders. Pressing harder into her he slides down and bites the side of her breast through her dress. She cries out softly and he pulls away. "Take your dress off"

Suddenly shy she blushes as she slips the dress over her head and stands naked in front of him. Her arms crossed to cover her breasts. He will have none of that and positions her with her arms at her sides and walks around her as if deciding where to start. She notices for the first time that he has discreetly set a table to the side and it is filled with floggers, canes, crops and many smaller more delicate torture items. He crosses to the table now and picks up a heavy looking flogger.

He slides the flogger over her back and bum and the buffalo hide is buttery soft. This flogger has very long tails and they are very thick. He steps back and she hears him practice a few swings. She braces herself, and he begins.

The falls are slapping into her back and her butt alternately and it is a delicious sound as they thud into her. She stands still and absorbs the warming sensation of flogger as he works her slowly. The strikes growing gradually harder and as they climb higher she giggles.

She always laughs when she is being flogged now, and she tries not to but it only makes her laugh more. His hands tangle in her hair and yank her head so she is looking in his eyes. She is laughing and can't help herself, he gives her head a little shake and she giggles again. "Amused are you?" She tries to stop and can't so tells him "It tickles, more please?"

A low growl from his throat and he picks up a quirt. He starts lashing at her with it as he walks around her. Butt, back, boobs, belly, thighs. She is no laughing nearly hysterically and he is striking her so hard that welts are forming. He steps back to admire the marks. She raises her hands and clasps them behind her head, thrusting breasts towards him. "Please Sir, may I have some more" She does her best "Oliver" impression and giggles loudly. She catches a glimpse of a smile before he growls and lunges back at her. She is in heaven!

He tosses the quirt aside and picks up a crop. He starts beating her with it in hard strokes that fall randomly. Stopping only to grab her breasts and squeeze them tight in his fist until she is squealing and that gleam has lit her eyes. She is like a starved creature he has only begun to feed. He tells her to bend over and he pulls the plug from her ass. He strokes the crop hard against her ass "When you quit laughing and start crying I will fuck that lovely round ass." Oh he is cruel and she turns her head to look over her shoulder and sticks her tongue out at him "When do we get started?" She laughs and he steps in front of her and slaps her across the face hard. "Now"

He picks up the cane and aims for her thighs, strokes start hard and stay that way and she is squirming and moving and trying to get away now. Her laughter is still coming in occasional bursts but mostly it is gasping and startled cries as his cane takes advantage of the various targets her squirming allows. She is crying out and bits of mirth bubble out of her in little giggles. She starts turning in a slow circle and giving him targets he can beat. "Look I'm a rotisserie subby" She giggles hard and he drops the cane laughing.

He grabs her hair and stops her, his hands grip her breasts painfully as he pushes her back to the couch and leans her back against it, spreading her legs open and slapping her pussy lips with his hand. She is drenched in juices and his slaps stop her from laughing abruptly.

His eyes gleam as he picks up a leather strap and starts slapping first her inner thighs and then her pussy lips. "OWWW NOOO" She is trying to cover herself and close her legs and is pounting. He is laughing evilly as he grabs a length of rope, flips her over ties her hands behind her back and flips her back. "Time to cry little mouse." He uses the stingy strap all over her thighs and pussy and breasts. She is squirming and begging him to stop and he is relentless. She starts pouting and begging louder and he threatens her with a gag. The slaps are burning and she has no chance to catch her breath. She starts sobbing although there are no tears.

He turns her so she is over the arm of his couch and she has her ass up in the air. He is beating her ass with the strap and it is licking between her cheeks and slapping her bared pussy too. She starts to cry, sensations are coming to fast and she is on overload. She is begging him to stop in one breath and sobbing out for him to continue in the next.

She feels his cock push into her ass and his hands squeezing and prodding each welt on her ass and back as he thuds into her hard. "PLEASE" She cries as her whole body shudders and she cums. Unable to control herself in anyway, she is completely at his mercy now.

He unties her hands as he fucks her ass and lifts her so he can reach her breasts, squeezing them hard and forcing her to cum again. She squirts and he is pleased and pulls out and cums all over her ass.

He pulls her to the couch to rest in his arms and his hands smooth her hair gently as she trembles and cuddles close. Her head is on his chest and she is kissing him softly, reverence in the touch of her lips. She is grateful he has given her such incredible heights...