Miss Lily’s Fantasy Blog Hop: Little Girl Red
Heading south-west I wrestle my way through the M5 traffic before branching out onto the smaller, quieter roads. I enjoy the magnificence of Devon as the excitement begins to bubble in my tummy, I’m off to see the beautiful Little Ms Red (formally Ms Feisty) and her fabulous husband.
Arriving at their home I park my car and knock at the front door. There is no answer.
I push it tentatively, it swings open and I step inside.
‘Ms Red?’ I call, ‘Mr Feisty? Anybody home?’
Not a sound from the house. I walk through into their kitchen, a glass of wine and a note are on the work top,
‘Just popped out- taking the children to my parents, back later, make yourself at home and feel free to explore Mr F’
There is still no sign of the feisty miss, taking my glass of beautifully chilled rose, I enjoy a sip as I shrug off my jacket and nose around the downstairs. I giggle at the dog bowl in the corner of the kitchen, the lead hanging behind the door, yet there is no sign of man’s best friend, I know for a fact that Ms Red does NOT have a dog!
Wandering through to the living room the laptop is open on the table, I open it and it whirs into life, a beautifully restrained picture of Ms Red greets me, her legs spread wide with Mr F’s handmade BDSM on a budget spreader bar, hands bound behind her head, secured to the headboard. Her collar is thick around her neck, bright red hair framing her fabulous pale English complexion, it matches the colour of the ball which is strapped tightly into her mouth.
I continue my quest to delve into the world of this kinky pair, creepy upstairs. I pause…. I’m sure I heard a murmur. I listen harder. Definitely a soft moan this time.
I push open the door to the room at the top of the staircase, the blinds are closed, the room cast into soft light creeping in from the edges of the window. The double bed is empty. This must be their bedroom.
The noise is more like a ‘mew’ as my eyes adjust to the dim light I see the cage on the opposite side of the room. Inside the naked figure of Ms Red, gagged, collared, waiting. Her eyes light as she sees me notice her.
I am aware of Ms Red’s fantasy, I am keen to indulge it, her husband has obviously left her for me to find, his pet for me to play with. Miss Lily’s inner Domme occasionally likes to be released, to stretch, flex and prowl, a predator hungry for her prey. It seems slightly unfair that Ms Red has nowhere to run, nor hide. She is already caged, naked. I can sense her arousal and excitement.
“Cage me. Lock me up. Sit near me and ignore me…… I will shift from side to side. Rub myself, cat like, against the bars in an attempt to gain your attention.”
I watch her move about inside the tight confines of the cage. I stand and wait, sipping my wine. I make no move towards her. I decide to refill my glass and to fetch my bag of fun from the car. As I leave I hear her growl, a smile plays across my lips, the bubbling excitement in my tummy spreads downwards between my thighs.
I return with my bag, and the dog lead from downstairs. I turn on the bedside lamp as I un-hurriedly remove the items I want before laying them out on the bed. The Hitachi lies next to a suede flogger and my hair brush. Anticipation is building in my own cunt, I know hers is already wet.
I know Ms Red can see the items I have removed if she strains, I want her to see them, I turn my back for a few seconds until I hear her moving around in the cage. When I turn back she is looking at me, rubbing her bright mane across the bars, her eyes begging for release. She wants to play. I open the door to the cage and tell her to wait while I clip the lead to one of the loops in her collar. I lead her out into the room and ask her to sit. Obediently she rocks back onto her hind legs, sitting on her feet, her voluptuous breasts are exposed to me as I circle her taking in her beauty.
I had planned a bottle of wine and a girly catch up, but this is buried under my desire to play with my temporary pet and I do not even mutter a greeting. Asking her to climb onto the bed, she carefully moves past my play things and presents herself on all fours. From this position I can see her glistening folds, dusty pink labia peeking from their hidden depths. Her breasts hang down, her nipples pert and hard. I each forward and touch the hard nub, rolling it between my fingers, relishing her moan as I trap and squeeze upon the sensitive flesh.
I move my things and plug the Hitachi into the closest socket. Ms Red watches me. I let her see what I am doing. I remove my shirt and my heels before I begin. I run my nails across her smooth body, up her long legs, across her round buttocks and over the flat of her back. I gently walk my fingers up her spine to the nape of her neck as she pushes her head back into my hand, I stroke her hair letting it fall gently around her shoulders. My fingers stroke her arms, down and back up to her axilla, teasing the ticklish flesh before running my nails across her full bust. I alter the pressure, digging into her skin, dragging my hand roughly across towards her sternum. I slowly repeat my assault on her breasts, alternating between feather light touches to deep, hard forceful caresses, Ms Red’s nipples tighten with each sensation, she moans round the gag still firmly placed in her mouth.
I slide my hand into the back pocket of my trousers and remove the pegs I have hidden from Ms Red. I reach under her and apply the first peg which I have stolen from her washing line. She gasps as the cold plastic tightens and squeezes from her nipple. I add the second peg, I give them both a tug to ensure they wont dislodge, she hisses.
I know Ms Red is a masochist, she thrives on the pain, so I intend to give her a little of what she so thoroughly deserves. I climb onto the bed and whisper these intentions into her ear, I pause before stroking her face, letting my fingers run through her hair as she closes her eyes, enjoying the mix between the pegs on her nipples and soft touches to her scalp. I tighten my hold and suddenly pull her head backwards, her eyes jerk open, I flick each of the pegs in turn.
Releasing her head I retrieve the hair brush and flogger. I move her to the end of the bed before warming her bottom thoroughly with the palm of my hand. The vibrations reverberate through my arm, I start to get hot myself, from the activity as much as that Ms Ruth’s bottom is turning a beautiful pink hue and she is beginning to wriggle. I switch to the flogger placing strokes gently across her cheeks, alternating left and right, gradually increasing the force I use. I can see her labia swelling between her thighs, I hit her harder, she moans and her breathing quickens but like a well-trained pet, she doesn’t move from the position I have put her.
I slide a finger into her sodden cunt, it slides easily between her folds as she gasps at the change in sensation. I gently slide my fingers into her, as she writhes and pushes back against me. I slide my fingers out and find her swollen clit, I circle it, flicking my middle finger to and fro across the sensitive spot. I remove 2 further pegs from my pocket. I add one to each of Ms Red’s outer labia. She squirms as she registers the pain. I continue with the flogger, ‘accidentally’ catching the pegs as I land a blow on her exposed pussy, she squeals, I smile.
I switch to the flat of my hair brush, after a couple of strokes Mr F appears from the doorway. He greets me warmly and offers to continue. I agree, keen to watch Ms Red with her Daddy. He sits upon the bed and calls her. Obediently she climbs across his knee, catching the pegs on her thighs she sucks in deep breaths to counter the sting. Mr F spanks her bottom soundly, trapping her legs with his own and pressing her onto his thighs she wriggles and screams as his tempo and force increases, her arse now glowing red, handprints visible. He spanks her until her movements lessen, her screams become sobs, then he stops.
Picking her up he places her on the bed, I remove her ball gag. Her breathing is raged, I stroke her face until she calms and then kiss her. She responds keenly, my hand strokes her tummy and slides downwards towards her snatch. I release the pegs and she yells afresh, blood pumping back into the flesh. Mr F has lost several items of clothing and stands naked beside me, he lies on the bed and instructs Ms Red to suck his cock. She eagerly obliges as I turn on the Hitcahi and it sparks into life. She greedily swallows and licks his cock as I push the wand into her pussy, nestling it against her engorged clit. Mr F holds her as she struggles to move away from the overwhelming vibrations. His hands are firm, his grip strong. I trap the wand between her and me, she has nowhere to escape.
Ms Ruth bucked and squirms her way through giving Mr F release, each time she edges I remove the wand, denying her the orgasm she is chasing until Mr F begins to come, I hold her still as I press the hitachi onto her clit, she squeals and howls as Mr F tightens his grip and we trap her, forcing wave after wave of orgasm from her body until she is dripping with sweat, her legs trembling and she collapses onto the bed.
I leave Mr F as he holds her tight and strokes her hair as she comes down slowly, body spent, mind exhausted. Picking up my things I un-plug the hitachi and retreat to my room.
Collapsing onto the guest bed I sip my wine and locate my rabbit, replaying my evening as I let the bunny work its magic.
This post originally appeared at misslilyspad.com/miss-lilys-fantasy-blog-hop-little-ms-ruth