Spitfire

He feels her praise wash over him, making his body tingle with the excitement of knowing that he's giving her something that no one else has. His heart skips a beat when she calls him her naughty boy.

She bucks against his fingers spread her lips. His tongue runs along her and she shivers. “That’s it baby, lick Mistress’s pussy.”

He's blushing as he carefully attends to her needs, his breathing is hot and heavy against her flesh. His tongue swipes along her slick folds, up and down as he moans and whimpers. He's getting as much pleasure from pleasing her as she is from being on the receiving end of his talented tongue. "Mmm, thank you Mistress." Murmured against her silken folds as he continues to press his digits deeply in and out of her molten core.

“Yes baby, that’s a good boy." She gasps, above him.

"Mistress, does that feel good?" He asks, his breathing hot and heavy as he pants against her. His fingers sliding in and out of her body as he laps at her folds.

"Your fingers feel so good inside of me. Make your mistress come like a good boy and then it can be your turn.”

"Thank you Mistress, uhhh... mmm... your scent us heavenly. Mmm... Mistress, I do love... uhhh... the smell of a woman..." he whimpers as he presses closer to your plump labia. His nose brushing against your mons as he laps at your wetness. His tongue presses inside along with his long fingers. In and out as his breath comes hot and heavy against your quivering cunt.

"Uhhh... ohhh... Mistress does that feel good?" He moans as he feels his cock throbbing painfully between his thighs as he curls his fingers inside you as his breathing hitches.

"Uhhh... mmm... Ohhh fuck please..." his eyes fall shut as he loses himself in the sensation, nothing matters more in this moment that pleasing you. His Mistress. Hearing your moans and whimpers spur him on as his questing fingers plunge in and out of your tight little pussy. Your muscles grip them as they slide in and out. While his tongue swipes up and down over and over.

"Uhhh... mmm... Ohhh... ahh Mistress, your lips are so soft. Mmm... your wetness mmm... I love to serve you." He moans breathlessly as he slides a third finger between your lips, feeling you gushing over his tongue and fingers as you quiver and writhe in response to his actions.

"Mmmm... Ohhh... you taste so good. Please Mistress, uhhh... am I doing well?" He asks breathlessly as he looks up at you through his beautifully long lashes, his eyes are blown with his desire as his tongue drags over your aching clit, circling it with the tip, round and around as he whimpers slightly as his cock continues to pulse with his desire. He's so wet and he needs to cum soon.

- Magnus Martinsson

Magnus’s fingers feel so good thrusting in and out of her.  The wet sounds music to her ear.  She moans and weaves her fingers into his curls, pulling him into her.  His moans driving her wild and closer to her orgasm.  She grips his fingers tight.  

“That’s it, baby.  Finger fuck my pussy like a good boy.”  She moans arching her back.  

"Uhhh... mmm... Ohhh... ahh Mistress, your lips are so soft. Mmm... your wetness mmm... I love to serve you." He moans breathlessly as he slides a third finger between your lips, feeling you gushing over his tongue and fingers as you quiver and writhe in response to his actions.

She groans loudly as Magnus adds a third finger.  “Fuck yeah baby!”  She bucks her hips.

"Mmmm... Ohhh... you taste so good. Please Mistress, uhhh... am I doing well?" He asks breathlessly as he looks up at you through his beautifully long lashes, his eyes are blown with his desire as his tongue drags over your aching clit, circling it with the tip, round and around as he whimpers slightly as his cock continues to pulse with his desire. He's so wet and he needs to cum soon.

His tongue along her clit makes her shiver.  “You are doing so well, baby.  You pleasure me so good.  Fuck!  I’m close baby.”  She feels her orgasm wash over her.  “I’m cumming baby, yes Magnus!”  She gushes against his mouth and pulls him up onto her chest by his collar, kissing his lips and tasting her.  

He moans as he feels Honey dragging her fingertip across his tip, collecting some of the pre-cum and then popping it into her mouth, making a show of sucking him off her finger. She's so fucking hot tasting him like that.

“So you are baby, But isn’t it rather bold of you to assume that I am just going to let you cum? You have to ask. You have to beg.”

"I'm sorry Mistress. I'll be a Good Boy, let me be your Good Boy. Please Mistress. Uhhh... fuck." He moans as he feels her hand land upon his stinging rear. He pushes back trying to meet her hand as he gasps out "Four." Breathing heavily as she lands the last two swats. "Uhhh... Five. Thank you Mistress."

“There you go, baby. You took that punishment so well. You know Mistress hates having to punish you.” She rubs the red skin softly with her hand. “But when you are naughty, I have no choice.” she pouts.

His arse stings from her hand. He really did enjoy it though, every moment of his punishment aroused him more than he could of anticipated. He looks up as he feels the bed dip as she crawls onto the bed and sprawls out in the middle, stockings and all. “Now be a good boy and come here and pleasure your mistress. You can do it however you want, but you can’t cum unless I tell you to.” She motions for Magnus to join her.

He nods as he looks up at her through his long lashes as he crawls up onto the bed, moving closer to his Mistress. He's so hard right now. Up the bed he moves on hands and knees and he spreads Honey's thighs before reaching up and slips his fingers beneath her lacy panties and takes them slowly down her thighs, down past her knees and off. Tossing them off the bed.

"Mistress you're so fucking sexy. So wet for me." He says his voice thick with desire as he slides his hands up along the inside of her thighs. Pushing her legs wider, so he can see more of her tight wet quim.

"Hmmm you're so wet." Fingers coming up to run teasingly over her plump labia, spreading her pussy wider, he moves between her thighs and leans down, running his tongue along her dripping cunt. "Mmmm, you taste so good." He moans loudly against her as he laps at her juices, hungrily devouring her, sucking on her tender lips as he brings his other hand up, sliding two fingers into her, pushing them deeply into her body as he tastes her. Moaning and humming as he takes great pleasure in pleasing his Mistress.

- Magnus Martinsson

"I'm sorry Mistress. I'll be a Good Boy, let me be your Good Boy. Please Mistress. Uhhh... fuck." He moans as he feels her hand land upon his stinging rear.

“You are so cute when you beg, baby.”  

He thanks her for the swats after counting the last two.  She sees how hard it is and licks her lips as he crawls towards her on his hands and knees.  He spreads her thighs wide and pulls her panties down with her lifting her hips to help.  He tosses them off the bed.  She hopes she can find this pair.  

"Mistress you're so fucking sexy. So wet for me." He says his voice thick with desire as he slides his hands up along the inside of her thighs. Pushing her legs wider, so he can see more of her tight wet quim.

“It’s all for you, baby.”  she moans.  “No one can make me this wet except you, naughty boy.”  

She bucks against his fingers spread her lips.  His tongue runs along her and she shivers.  “That’s it baby, lick  Mistress’s pussy.”

. "Mmmm, you taste so good." He moans loudly against her as he laps at her juices, hungrily devouring her, sucking on her tender lips as he brings his other hand up, sliding two fingers into her, pushing them deeply into her body as he tastes her. Moaning and humming as he takes great pleasure in pleasing his Mistress.

"I'd like that Mistress." He says softly

She steps next to him and rubs his back. “Remember your safe word, baby?” She asks against his ear before continuing.

"Hmmm, yes Mistress. It's Mango." He relaxed into the caress, her hands were so warm against his back. He shivered in anticipation as her lips caressed his ear.

“Now for two infractions, I would normally do ten swats but since it is your first time and you were honest about being a bad boy, I cut your punishment in half to five.” She stands up and rubs her hands along both of his cheeks, warming the skin.

"Thank you Mistress." He whimpered as he felt her hands caressing his buttocks. He loved the way they felt upon his flesh.

“God, Magnus, baby you have such a nice ass.” She lands her first swat on his right cheek. “I can’t wait to see it red by my hand. That’s one, darling. Can you count with me, please?”

He hissed, his body jerking forward slightly at the first strike of her hand. "One." He said slightly breathy as his heartbeat sped up. "Thank you Mistress."

“God baby you are so hot, that sweet little ass of yours is making Mistress wet.”

He feels his arousal intensify as he feels her hand as she lands swats two and three one after another. He can feel the heat radiating from his sore bottom.

“Over halfway there.” She leans over to see his hard cock dripping.

"Two." he says his voice thick with arousal. "Three." His cock is throbbing, he needs this more than he ever thought.

“Is my naughty boy enjoying this? Does being spanked make you hard, baby?”

"Yes Mistress." He's breathing deeply as he pushes his arse towards her. He wants more, he needs more. "Mistress please, I'm so hard and wet for you."

- Magnus Martinsson

"Hmmm, yes Mistress. It's Mango." She is happy he remembers.  “Good boy, Magnus.”  

He hisses as she lands her first slap and he thanks her, he is trying so hard to please.  And it’s working. 

 “Over halfway there.” She leans over to see his hard cock dripping.

"Two." he says his voice thick with arousal. "Three." His cock is throbbing, he needs this more than he ever thought.

“Is my naughty boy enjoying this? Does being spanked make you hard, baby?”

"Yes Mistress." He's breathing deeply as he pushes his arse towards her. He wants more, he needs more. "Mistress please, I'm so hard and wet for you."

She peeks around him, dragging her fingertip across his tip, collecting some of the pre-cum and then popping it into her mouth, making a show of sucking him off her finger.  “So you are baby, But isn’t it rather bold of you to assume that I am just going to let you cum?  You have to ask.  You have to beg.”  

She lands the last two swats. “There you go, baby.  You took that punishment so well.  You know Mistress hates having to punish you.”  She rubs the red skin softly with her hand.  “But when you are naughty, I have no choice.”  she pouts. 

He hisses as he feels her hand connecting to his buttocks in turn, before raising his head to look at her. He wets his lower lip as he looks at her. His cock throbs in response to her actions.

She clicked her tongue. “But before that, you are underdressed, my naughty boy.” She unclips the collar and places it around his neck and clasps it.

"Thank you Mistress." He says as he feels the smooth leather wrap around his throat. His Adams apple bobs as he swallowed in response to her fixing it in place. His eyes sparkling as he looks at her. He's wanted someone to claim him as their own, for such a long time. But until now he'd never found anyone that he was willing to submit completely to.

“There you go, baby much better.” She hooks her finger into the ring at the front and yanks his head forward kissing his lips worrying his bottom lip between her teeth. “We need to get you a tag, baby.”

He whimpers as he's pulled into a kiss, his cock throbs in anticipation of what is to come as he feels her teeth on his lip. He lowers his eyes shyly when she pulls away from him. "Thank you Mistress. I'd like that Mistress."

She steps back, just out of his reach. “Turn around and present that sweet little ass for your punishment, naughty boy.” She picks up the paddle and spins it in her hand.

His heart is hammering in his chest in anticipation of what is going to happen. Seeing Honey pick up the paddle he feels more aroused than he has ever in his life. He can feel the pre-cum glide down his length as he turns around, leaning down over the bed, he braces his hands on the mattress as he spreads his legs slightly as he sticks his bottom out.

He's blushing as he takes several deep breaths as he waits for his Mistress to give him, the next instructions.

- Magnus Martinsson

His eyes sparkle as she fixes collar around  his neck.  She is getting so turned on by his submission. This was so expected but she has no complaints.  He whimpers into her kiss.  "Thank you Mistress. I'd like that Mistress."

“Maybe we pick one up this weekend.”  

He turns around and she watches as his cock bobs, slick with pre-cum. Magnus braces his hands against the mattress.  She steps next to him and rubs his back.  “Remember your safe word, baby?”  She asks against his ear before continuing.

“Now for two infractions, I would normally do ten swats but since it is your first time and you were honest about being a bad boy, I cut your punishment in half to five.”  She stands up and rubs her hands along both of his cheeks, warming the skin.

“God, Magnus, baby you have such a nice ass.”  She lands her first swat on his right cheek. “I can’t wait to see it red by my hand.  That’s one, darling.  Can  you count with me, please?”  

She sees the red mark forming and she feel the arousal soaking her panties.  “God baby you are so hot, that sweet little ass of yours is making Mistress wet.”  

“Good boy.” she purrs from the doorway, holding the collar out to the side with one finger and paddle in the other.

He feels his heart swell with pride at his Mistress calling him a Good Boy. He nibbles on his lower lip as he dares to look up at her from beneath his long lashes.

“Do you like my heels and stockings?” She makes a show of turning around for Magnus, showing off her seamed black stockings and high patent black heels.

"Yes Mistress, very much." He tells her, his voice is husky with desire as he takes in her appearance. She looked absolutely stunning, her long legs covered with her stockings, her feet covered with amazingly high black patent fuck me pumps. They were a good inch possibly two higher than the ones she'd worn last night.

He sees the paddle in one hand and the collar in her other and he whimpers slightly, more pre-cum oozing from his cock, sliding down its length as he watches her cross the distance between them. The seductive way her hips sway with her measured steps as she comes closer.

She steps forward until her breath is hot on Magnus’s cheek. “Tell me, baby.” She slides her hand down his chest.

He feels his breath catching in his throat as her breath is hot against his skin, he feels the spark of something more primal pass through him as her hand glides down over the musculature of his chest. "Uhhh... Mistress..." he sighs as her hand travelled down along just treasure trail, her elegant fingernails sliding through the soft trail of hair and into the be of darker curls that surround his cock.

“Have you been a good boy or a naughty boy?” Her nails run along his shaft.

He shivers in anticipation as her nails tease the smooth tight skin of his cock as she runs them agonisingly slow along his length, causing it to twitch and bob of its own accord. He desperately wants to tell her that he's a good boy, but he knows that how he was rutting against her in public verging on them getting done for public indecency, was not what Good Boy's did.

"I've been a bad boy Mistress." He says, his cheeks colouring as he blushed.

- Magnus Martinsson

Magnus continues to ooze pre-cum once he spies the paddle in her hand.  "Uhhh... Mistress..." he sighs.  He flexes under her fingers.  He shivers as her question and nails along his shaft.  She licks her lips, continues to tease him as he answers, wondering what he will say.  

"I've been a bad boy Mistress." He says, his cheeks colouring as he blushed.

She smirks and stops teasing him.  “That’s right, baby you were a bad boy, basically humping your Mistress in public, not once but twice.” She tosses the paddle onto the bed and playfully smacks his ass.  “And now I have to punish you, my naughty boy.”  She smacks his other ass cheek and then lifts his head with her finger.

She clicked her tongue.  “But before that, you are underdressed, my naughty boy.”  She unclips the collar and places it around his neck and clasps it.  “There you go, baby much better.” She hooks her finger into the ring at the front and yanks his head forward kissing his lips worrying his bottom lip between her teeth.  “We need to get you a tag, baby.”  

"Uhhh..." whimpers as he feels her hand on his cock. She feels so good. "Yes Mistress." He says as his voice is thick with desire. He's so hard right now. "Thank you Mistress."

He nods his head, his curls bouncing as he turns on his heel and makes his way into the apartment. He set her bag down just inside as he'd been instructed and then he goes into the bedroom. His heart is hammering in his chest. He was so excited, he can feel his hands trembling as he pulls off his clothes. Tossing them towards the hamper in the corner of the room.

His cock is so hard when he pushes his boxers down his strong muscular thighs. He so turned on that the crown is a deep shade of pink where it is revealed from beneath his foreskin. His silken shaft is stretched and it stands proudly arching from the nest of darker blond pubic hair. Pre-cum dribbles from his slit, sliding down his length.

He's breathing deeply, in and out as he clasps his hands together behind his back, lowering his head and eyes shyly as he patiently awaits his Mistress.

- Magnus Martinsson

"Uhhh..." whimpers as he feels her hand on his cock. She feels so good. "Yes Mistress." He says as his voice is thick with desire. He's so hard right now. "Thank you Mistress."

She gazes at Magnus as he trots towards the apartment, following behind him.  His angelic curls bouncing along the way.  He sets her bag down and disappears down the hall.  Honey is surprised he isn’t shedding his clothes along the way. 

Once he is out of sight, she takes her time removing her shoes, jeans, and shirt, folding them and placing them on the couch. She wants Magnus to wait and wonder.   She digs through the bag and pulls out the collar, paddle and then grabs a couple of more things.  “That should do it.”  

Magnus is the perfect submissive picture, standing by the bed, naked, cock hard and dripping, hands behind his back, head lowered.

“Good boy.” she purrs from the doorway, holding the collar out to the side with one finger and paddle in the other.  “Do you like my heels and stockings?”  She makes a show of turning around for Magnus, showing off her seamed black stockings and high patent black heels. 

He whines as she breaks the kiss. He knows that she's right about the risk of getting caught. He can't afford to get such a thing on his record. It wouldn't look good and his colleagues would never let him hear the end of it.

“But take me home and I will ride you until you come, baby. I might even put that pretty black collar on you, if you beg like a good boy.” She purrs into his ear.

"Uhhh... Mistress please, please give me your collar." He begs as he hears the desire in her voice. Feeling her hot breath against his ear, he feels his cock throbbing in his pants. He wants nothing more than for her to own him completely.

She palms him through his jeans. “Can you be a good boy until we get home or am I going to have to punish you, Magnus?”

"Yes Mistress. Uhhh... shit, Mistress I want to be your Good Boy." He moans as he feels her hand against his dick. He can feel himself responding further to her touch. He's sure that by now that he must be leaking pre-cum. He really wouldn't be surprised if there was a wet spot on the front of his jeans where his cock pressed against it, soaking through his boxers and the soft denim.

"I want to be good." He says as he sets her leg down once more, taking her hand in his he almost drags her over to the car, pressing up against her back while he leans around to open the car door. Nipping at her earlobe he nuzzles against her skin, briefly before he goes around to the drivers side, getting in he bites his lower lip briefly as he waits for Honey to get in and fasten her seatbelt.

***

Pulling up outside his apartment he gets out and he grabs her overnight bag from the backseat, before he's around her side pulling the door open before she's had chance to unbuckle her seatbelt.

His eyes are wild with desire as he leans into the car over her, reaching for her seatbelt. He undoes it quickly and then he takes her hand pulling her from her seat, pressing her up against the side of the car once more. "Mistress please..." he whimpers as he rocks against her once more.

- Magnus Martinsson

"Uhhh... Mistress please, please give me your collar." He begs as he hears the desire in her voice. Feeling her hot breath against his ear, he feels his cock throbbing in his pants. He wants nothing more than for her to own him completely.

She bites her lip to fight back the moan at hearing Magnus beg.  It is so attractive hearing such a masculine guy like Magnus whimper.  

"Yes Mistress. Uhhh... shit, Mistress I want to be your Good Boy." He moans as he feels her hand against his dick.  "I want to be good."

“I know you do, baby. It’s hard to do sometimes though, isn’t it?” 

She takes her hand and drags her to the car, nipping at her ear and opening her door for her.  Magnus drives like a man on a mission and Honey resists the urge to tease him while driving.  

When they get back to the apartment, Magnus grabs her bag and rushes around the car to open her door, unbuckles her seat belt and pulls her out of the car, pressing her against the side of the car.

"Mistress please..." he whimpers as he rocks against her once more.

He feels his stomach flip at the way she's says that she wants to be his. Could it be true, could she be falling for him the same way he was for her. When she calls his place "Home" he can't resist, he crushes his lips against hers, hungrily. Pressing his tongue inside her mouth, taking full advantage of her surprised gasp. He moans into the kiss as he rocks his hips against her when his hands come down to grasp her curvy bottom, he pulls her close letting her feel just how aroused he is.

Smoothing his hand along her thigh he pulls it up against his hip. He wants her so badly, he needs her. "Mistress please?" He begs as he breaks the kiss while squeezing her arse and thigh, rolling his hips up against her covered core.

- Magnus Martinsson

She’s not ready for Magnus’s hungry kiss, pressing his tongue into her and rocking against her. He is hard and she can feel him through his jeans.  He grabs her ass.

“Magnus...” she moans against his lips.  They are in the middle of the street, in the middle of the day.

"Mistress please?" He begs as he breaks the kiss while squeezing her arse and thigh, rolling his hips up against her covered core.

He's blushing profusely as he follows Honey closely, his heart hammering in his chest as they make their way down the stairs. Honey is moving like a woman on a mission.

As they reach the foot of the stairwell, she stops and spins in place, flattens her hands on his chest. “You were brilliant back there, baby! I would never had the guts to stand up to her without you.” She kisses him.

He moans into the kiss as he feels her hands against his chest. He was already painfully aroused, before the altercation with Stella, but hearing his girl announcing that they were leaving to have lots of sex, had him positively vibrating inside. His cock pressing painfully against his zipper as her lips cover his.

“Did you mean it? That you are my boyfriend? Because I like how that sounds.”

He smiles at her as he nods his head, causing his blond curls to bounce. "I meant every word of it Darling. I... I hope I didn't overstep by saying that. I know that we only just met, but I have never felt this way about anyone so quickly." He says sincerely, lowering his eyes shyly as he blushed.

She kisses him again. “No pressure of course.”

"Mistress Honey, if you’ll have me. I want to be your boyfriend, your Daddy, your Good Boy in certain situations and your Bad Boy in others. You're the only one who makes me comfortable enough to let myself submit to, to let me be myself around." He says as he looks up to meet her eyes. "I want to be yours, completely."

- Magnus Martinsson

He smiles at her as he nods his head, causing his blond curls to bounce. "I meant every word of it Darling. I... I hope I didn't overstep by saying that. I know that we only just met, but I have never felt this way about anyone so quickly." He says sincerely, lowering his eyes shyly as he blushed.

His shyness only endears Magnus to her more. “You didn’t overstep anything.  I have never felt this way about anyone else either.  But I would happily be your girlfriend.”

"Mistress Honey, if you’ll have me. I want to be your boyfriend, your Daddy, your Good Boy in certain situations and your Bad Boy in others. You're the only one who makes me comfortable enough to let myself submit to, to let me be myself around." He says as he looks up to meet her eyes. "I want to be yours, completely."

Stella’s face screws up into a pained expression. “I’m not jealous! And who the hell is he? Your latest conquest?” She sneers. “To be tossed aside like the rest of them?”

He feels a pang of pain throughout his body. Not just for Honey and the hurtful insults thrown at her. But for himself as he can't bare to think about loosing her so soon after he's found her.

She grips Magnus’s arm tight, hoping he realizes that isn’t true. She would never. “Magnus is not just some conquest! He’s my...” her voice trails off unsure on how to define the relationship.

He covered Honey's hand with his free hand, squeezing it gently as he offers silent comfort. "I'm Officer Magnus Martinsson of the Ystad Police, and I am Honey's boyfriend." He says confidently, although his heart is racing as he hopes that he's not overstepping by announcing that. He knows deep down inside that he's falling in love with her, but he doesn't want to rush this, he's been hurt too many times before.

- Magnus Martinsson

He covered Honey's hand with his free hand, squeezing it gently as he offers silent comfort. "I'm Officer Magnus Martinsson of the Ystad Police, and I am Honey's boyfriend."

“Exactly!” She snaps back.  She tightens her grip on her bag and on Magnus. She smirks as Stella’s expression drops when Magnus says his job. She pulls Magnus along with her, hitting Stella’s shoulder with hers on the way.  “Now if you will excuse me, my boyfriend and I are leaving to have lots of sex.”  

She pulls Magnus’s shirt off and then her shirt before shimmying out of her skirt. She puts on a matching black lace bra and thong before tugging on a pair of skintight jeans and a tight t-shirt and sneakers.

He feels himself responding further as he watches her get dressed, she really is gorgeous and he can't get enough of her. She looks incredible in the matching bra and thong, and it takes all of his willpower not to get up and pull her into his arms, to toss her down onto her bed to ravish her right here and now, roommate be damned if they return while he's fucking his beautiful Mistress. His Good Girl.

"You look absolutely gorgeous Darling." He murmurs as he watches her as she finishes packing her weekend bag.

She packs Magnus’s shirt and then packs up all the toys he picked. “Come on, baby. Let’s go back to your place.” She grabs his hand and exits the room, smiling.

He allows himself to be led back out into the communal area of the apartment. He's grinning from ear to ear as he watches her curvaceous arse in those tight jeans of hers.

As they steps out into the common room, ready to leave, thinking about anything other than the roommate who's not here.

And then they hear it.

“Well, look who finally came home from whoring, the little slut.” She spins to see her roommate standing there, wearing an expression as thought she ate a lemon.

She drops Magnus’s hand and her head drops. “I...I...”

He bristles at the hurtful insults thrown at Honey. Especially when it makes her let go of his hand and shrink in on herself. He turns around and puffs up his chest, standing to his full height as he glowered at the other woman.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? I'll have you know that Honey is anything but a whore, or a slut." The last two words are spat with venom back at the other woman. No one, and he means no one is ever going to call his beautiful Mistress either of those things again.

"Not that it is any business of yours, but Honey is my girl and I will not tolerate anymore of this bullshit. What or who she chooses to do in her free time has nothing to do with you. I'd expect you to be more respectful to her, as she pays half the rent on this apartment." He growls as he moves closer to Honey and slides his arm around her waist.

- Magnus Martinsson

"Who the fuck do you think you are? I'll have you know that Honey is anything but a whore, or a slut." The last two words are spat with venom back at the other woman. No one, and he means no one is ever going to call his beautiful Mistress either of those things again.

Honey’s eyes widen as Magnus comes to her defense.  No one has ever done that before.  

"Not that it is any business of yours, but Honey is my girl and I will not tolerate anymore of this bullshit. What or who she chooses to do in her free time has nothing to do with you. I'd expect you to be more respectful to her, as she pays half the rent on this apartment." He growls as he moves closer to Honey and slides his arm around her waist.

She moves back against Magnus as he wraps his arm around her waist.  Growing more confident with Magnus’s presence.  “I’ve never done anything to you, Stella.  I do my best to keep to myself and be nice to you.  And you give me nothing but hate.”  Honey smirks.  “Are you jealous?” 

Stella’s face screws up into a pained expression.  “I’m not jealous!  And who the hell is he?  Your latest conquest?”  She sneers. “To be tossed aside like the rest of them?”

He looks up at her words and blushes. He knows that she will look absolutely gorgeous wearing the collar for him. Seeing her holding a black collar makes his heart skip and he tries hard not to whimper at the thought of her making him hers completely by presenting him with his own collar. "Thank you Mistress."

“Now the sexy nurse costume or the sexy police costume?” She holds up two scanty outfits.

He feels his straining against his zipper as he looks at the two outfits. Honey would look fucking hot as hell in either of them. He bit his lip nervously as he ran his hand through his curls. "They're both very sexy. The nurse this weekend. Please Mistress." He says his voice is thick with arousal.

- Magnus Martinsson

"Thank you Mistress."

“You are welcome, my naughty boy.” she kisses his cheek.

“Now the sexy nurse costume or the sexy police costume?” She holds up two scanty outfits.

He feels his straining against his zipper as he looks at the two outfits. Honey would look fucking hot as hell in either of them. He bit his lip nervously as he ran his hand through his curls. "They're both very sexy. The nurse this weekend. Please Mistress." He says his voice is thick with arousal.

“Done.”  she shoves it into the bag along with a pair of white high heels and then goes back to the dresser to grab the coordinating stockings.  “I think that should do for the weekend.”  

She pulls Magnus’s shirt off and then her shirt before shimmying out of her skirt.  She puts on a matching black lace bra and thong before tugging on a pair of skintight jeans and a tight t-shirt and sneakers.  

She packs Magnus’s shirt and then packs up all the toys he picked.  “Come on, baby. Let’s go back to your place.”  She grabs his hand and exits the room, smiling.

As she steps out into the common room, ready to leave, counting her blessings that her bitch of her roommate.  And then she hears it.

“Well, look who finally came home from whoring, the little slut.”  She spins to see her roommate standing there, wearing an expression as thought she ate a lemon.  

Honey says as he gets into the driver seat, he blushes and smiles. He feels slightly nervous with just how fast he's falling for her. He doesn't want to stuff this up and he knows just how easy it is for him to fall only for them to turn around and hurt him when they realise just how deep some of his kinks are.

"I care deeply about you too Darling."

They drive in relative silence apart from the radio playing low in the background as Honey gives him the directions to her apartment. He glanced at her shyly from time to time as he looks at her thighs as her skirt had ridden up slightly, he knows from her comment before they left that she's not wearing any underwear. He can feel his cock twitching as he tries so hard not to dwell on it. He parks the car and smiles at her softly.

“I can’t promise the place is not a mess.” She leads him through the front door and up a flight of stairs. “This is me.” She takes a deep breath and opens the door.

The apartment is thankfully silent and she grabs Magnus’s hand and hurries him to her bedroom, shutting the door behind them. He can't help but smile as he takes in the slight disarray of her bedroom. His eyes drawn to her big bed and its assortment of pillows, he catches sight of the vibrator o the nightstand and his cock twitches as his mind supplies him with a perfect picture of his Mistress pleasuring herself with the toy. Biting his lower lip he tries not to whimper at the vision in his minds eye.

“Ignore that.” She grabs it and quickly shoves it in the drawer. She kicks off her heels and ducks under her bed and pulls a large chest out and up onto the bed.

He watches as she gets down on her hands and knees, her skirt riding up slightly and he groans as her skirt is stretched tightly across her curvaceous rear.

“Now I can explain....” she opens it to a horde of sex toys, including several dildos, vibrators including one that it is remote controlled, a few paddles, cock rings and other things.

"Darling you don't have to explain yourself to me." He says softly as he stares at the assorted contents, before looking up at her face.

“... I work at a sex shop while going through college. I got a pretty great discount, plus you have to try in order to recommend.” She shifts on her feet.

"It's ok. I'm not here to pass judgement on you, nore would I ever question you and your selection of toys. Darling I know how much college costs and there is absolutely nothing wrong with you working to help pay for your tuition. Sex shop assistant or in a supermarket i honestly don't judge you. It doesn’t define who you are." He says as he can sense her nervousness as she stands yo one side.

“I’m going to pack a bag, everything is washed and clean, so pick out some things.”

He places a gentle kiss to her cheek before sitting on the bed and moving closer to the chest. He knows that he's blushing as he carefully picks up some of the items, giving them a closer inspection. Wetting his bottom lip he removed one of the paddles and set it down beside him. Then a flogger that has tassled fronds. He feels his cock twitching as he wonders how that would feel on his body. He feels his cheeks heating up as he adds that, plus a selection of clips and clamps that he assumed were for Honey's nipples. A strap on that had a cock ring attached and a long narrow cock.

He's lost in thought as he picks out a few more random items, a vibrating cock ring, a couple of different sized anal plugs and some beads. Including the pretty silver one with the jewel that Honey had mentioned the night before. Some thick leather cuffs and a ball gag. He doesn't hear her as she moves around her room as he slips into his own head as he sits upon the bed fondling a pretty pink leather collar. 'Would Mistress make him wear it for her.'

- Magnus Martinsson

"It's ok. I'm not here to pass judgement on you, nor would I ever question you and your selection of toys. Darling I know how much college costs and there is absolutely nothing wrong with you working to help pay for your tuition. Sex shop assistant or in a supermarket i honestly don't judge you. It doesn’t define who you are." He says as he can sense her nervousness as she stands to one side.

“Thank you, Magnus.”  She twists her fingers in front of her.  “I know it’s a lot.”  

She turns and grabs a small duffel bag and opens her dresser, she shoves a couple of normal bras and panties into there, along with a couple of more fun sets and two sets of thigh highs. She sneaks glances at him every so often as he picks through everything, spying him picking out some clamps, a dildo, and some anal plugs, including the jeweled one she loves.

She shoves a pair of jeans, leggings and  a pair of booty shorts, and a few shirts.  She sets the bag down as she notices Magnus fondling the pink collar.  

“That one is mine, Daddy.”  She smirks as she walks up to him and digs through the chest, pulling out a black collar.  “This one can be yours.”  She kisses his cheek and opens up her closet.  

"Mistress, you can see the station someday, but it's really not that exciting." He says as he looks into her wide expressive eyes. Rocking his hips against her he let's her feel just how much she turns him on.

“You are a naughty boy, Magnus. And I want to do all the bad things with you.” She pecks his lips over and over. “Every filthy little thing your mind can come up with. But right now, I need panties and a bra. And shoes with a flat sole. So you lead the way to your car and I will give you direction.” She swats his ass playfully.

"Ohhh fuck..." he whimpers as he leans into her kisses. He wants to play with her so badly. With her saying that she needs panties and a bra, his eyes fall to her chest. He'd forgotten that she'd not worn a bra the night before.

"Don't tell me that you're not wearing panties right now." He says as his eyes fluttered closed briefly before going back to her chest. He's looking to see if her nipples are straining against his shirt, but her hand connecting with his butt makes him hiss as he looks up to her face once more.

He grabs his jacket so he can retrieve his car keys and wallet as he leads the way out to the parking lot. He unlocks the passenger door and opens it for her.

"Mistress, your chariot awaits. I'm sorry that its not a glamorous ride. But sadly its all I can afford on my salary." He says shyly.

- Magnus Martinsson

( I personally don't drive and I'm not really a car buff so don't really know the models of more low end cars lol. I'm better with the posh cars or F1 Racing lol)

(No worries!)

"Don't tell me that you're not wearing panties right now." He says as his eyes fluttered closed briefly before going back to her chest. He's looking to see if her nipples are straining against his shirt, but her hand connecting with his butt makes him hiss as he looks up to her face once more.

“Fine, then I won’t tell you.”  

He grabs his jacket so he can retrieve his car keys and wallet as he leads the way out to the parking lot. He unlocks the passenger door and opens it for her.

"Mistress, your chariot awaits. I'm sorry that its not a glamorous ride. But sadly its all I can afford on my salary." He says shyly.

“Baby, I don’t care if it is a bicycle.  I care about you, not your car or your apartment or your clothes.”  She slips into the passenger seat and chooses her words carefully.  She doesn’t want to say it out loud but she is certain she is falling in love with Magnus.  

She fiddles with radio to find a good station and gives direction to her apartment building.  “I can’t promise the place is not a mess.”  She leads him through the front door and up a flight of stairs.  “This is me.”  She takes a deep breath and opens the door.

The apartment is thankfully silent and she grabs Magnus’s hand and hurries him to her bedroom, shutting the door behind them.  The place is actually not as bad as she thought, a few shirts and skirts, and a vibrator on the nightstand.

He felt his cock responding as he took in her appearance, the exposed tummy and her cute navel really did things to him. The way his shirt hugged her beautiful tits even the way she'd fastened it to form a deep v exposing the curves of each breast, with an impressive cleavage. Sliding his hands over her hips, he strokes his thumbs lightly back and forth across the strip of exposed flesh above her waistband.

"Mistress please, you are so much sexier than Julia ever was in that movie." Leaning in he pressed his lips against her exposed collarbone. "You. Are. Simply. Breathtakingly. Beautiful." He murmurs, punctuating every word with a kiss, moving up her throat until his lips ended up right behind her earlobe.

“So... do I need to call a cab?”

"I can drive us if you want. I'm not sure I'll be able to keep my hands to myself in the back of a cab." He says with a soft giggle. "Plus I'd rather not get done for indecent behavior when there's a good possibility that it will get back to my colleagues at work. There's a lot more prying eyes during daylight hours Darling." He said seriously as he ran one hand down over her bottom, giving it a playful squeeze.

"I'm normally such a good boy, but Mistress Honey, you make it difficult for me not to be naughty. The thoughts that run through my head, make me want to do so many bad things with you." He murmured as he brought his other hand down over her arse, pulling her hips against his, letting her feel just how hot she made him.

- Magnus Martinsson

She gasps at Magnus’s touch and words.  This man will be the death of her.  

"Mistress please, you are so much sexier than Julia ever was in that movie." Leaning in he pressed his lips against her exposed collarbone. "You. Are. Simply. Breathtakingly. Beautiful." He murmurs, punctuating every word with a kiss, moving up her throat until his lips ended up right behind her earlobe.

“Magnus!” She giggles, but doesn’t stop his words.  “You flatter me.”  

"I can drive us if you want. I'm not sure I'll be able to keep my hands to myself in the back of a cab." He says with a soft giggle. "Plus I'd rather not get done for indecent behavior when there's a good possibility that it will get back to my colleagues at work. There's a lot more prying eyes during daylight hours Darling." He said seriously as he ran one hand down over her bottom, giving it a playful squeeze.

She squeaks a bit as he squeezes her ass.  “I agree, baby.  You are irresistible.”  She squeezes his ass back. “But I definitely don’t want to get you in trouble with your work. Although, I love to see where you work.  Someday.”

"I'm normally such a good boy, but Mistress Honey, you make it difficult for me not to be naughty. The thoughts that run through my head, make me want to do so many bad things with you." He murmured as he brought his other hand down over her arse, pulling her hips against his, letting her feel just how hot she made him.