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*** Many thanks to Madeline and fleshbot for fleshbotting this post. *** Thank you Diva and Best Sex Bloggers for including this post in Week in Kink

I was busy folding the last of the clothes on the bed and about to put them away in Sylvanus’s drawer, when he came in and demanded that I “leave it.” He grabbed my shoulders and led me into the closet. He told me to stay there until he came back to get me and he turned off the light and shut the door.

At first I was angry and pouty. WTF did I do that deserved punishment? I had been doing so many chores all night since I got home from work. I made the most of it and laid myself down on the floor.

He returned not long afterward and told me “no clothes, but here’s a blanket.” I was already prepared to take a shower soon, so I was in panties, socks and a shirt. All were removed and tossed aside as, I curled back down on the floor.  This time he turned the lights off in the bedroom which left nothing to filter in from below the door.

Snuggled in the blanket, I continued to pout. Truly a brat (who deserves a good spanking), my thoughts went huffy… he goes weeks without being dominant and suddenly I am supposed to be thrilled about this? I am supposed to be happy to submit? I need to take a shower. The laundry needs to be finished.

From the other side of the closet wall, I could hear Sylvanus putting the last wash into the dryer. At least that was getting done. I could hear him rummaging for things.

The closet door opened again and a light was shown into my face. I tried to look at him, but couldn’t. It’s like being center stage with a spotlight. You can’t see past the light and gaze at your audience.

He spoke to me harshly. I forget all the things that he said. He told me I would not be leaving that closet without his cum in or on me. He raised my ass up, folded the blanket back,  and ordered me to spread my legs. His fingers felt my cunt lips. I know he must have grinned when he felt how wet I was getting. His fingers wiggled inside me, taunting me with my arousal.

I felt him push his cock against me. As wet as I was, it wasn’t enough to lubricate him for entry. I winced, hoping he wasn’t going to force himself inside. Frustrated, he got up, put the blanket down over my ass and told me that when I was  ready to come out of the closet, I was to call him.

He turned and left me there. I stayed in the position I was in. A little shocked by how he left me. I couldn’t move. I was to decide when I was ready to come out of the closet? Surly, that’s not true.

The door opened and my thoughts were interrupted. “Good” he says and shuts the door quickly. It seemed it was a good thing I stayed in the position I was in.

Again the door opened. I was told to spread wide as he knelt behind me. The blanket was folded back again and thrown over my head. He grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him, the carpet burning beneath me. I felt his lubed cock press against me. He plunged into me, fucking me like his pleasure object.

My face and shoulder and knees were all getting burned on the floor as he thrust into me over and over. I moaned loudly. Suddenly, I was really enjoying being in the closet. He thrust fast and hard. He thrust soft and slow. He pulled all the way out and then back in. He pulled out so that just his shaft came out and then thrust back in before the head could pop out.  He was making me ache.

All the while he was asking me questions about fellow bloggers. Would I like it if so and so fucked me? Would I like it if he fucked so and so.. on and on he asked and all I could do was answer him honestly as his cock rammed into me. His pace quickened and it felt so fucking good. I could feel the potential of cumming. For me, it’s very very difficult to cum without direct clitoral stimulation. It has happened, just not very often. Mostly because the guy can’t outlast me.

However, right there in the closet, I was feeling bliss. I was howling. I was screaming. I was moaning. I was saying “yes yes YES”.

And then he came, deep inside me.

I panted. My cheek burned. I felt him pull out slowly and get up. He told me I could take my shower now and then come to bed. As I moved, I felt very light headed. I felt disoriented.  It was the first time I have ever felt this way without having too much to drink. As I got up and made my way to the bathroom, I could barely walk. I felt myself sway and my hand stabled myself  on the walls.

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I crawled into bed and Sylvanus and I talked about what had happened. We talked about many things. These things made him hard again and he took me once more. He raised my ankles to his shoulders and fucked me deep. I screamed and moaned and he came once more. He removed himself and I whimpered. He told me he so enjoyed using me as a fuck toy. Of keeping me in the closet with his clothes, shoes, and belts. That I was another one of his possessions. I had told him earlier while in the closet that I would sleep in there if he wished it.. and I would. He commented that he would put a pillow in there. I grinned at his generosity.

But now I was hot and bothered. My clit throbbed and I wanted to cum. He informed me these things will pass. I persisted with my whimpering, until he finally told me I was going to have to beg. My begging skills need some work. I think I suck at it. I think I sound stupid when I beg. I never know what to say or how to say it and so I get embarrassed. And yet last night, I wanted to beg for it badly, even if I did have a hard time doing it.

My begging was rewarded and Sylvanus handed me gigi. It didn’t take me long to cum. I was ready.

Looking back on the whole experience, it was fantastic. I loved being in the closet. I loved the outcome of being in the closet. This was an entirely new journey for me and I hope to continue down this road again.

Dam.. I’m so wet after writing this. I feel my cheek and it is sore from being pressed into the floor as well as my shoulder. I’m wishing I were in the closet once more, Sylvanus behind me, fucking me to his pleasure.I’ll just have to turn the other cheek *wink*