In Control (part 1)
As someone with dozens of ideas of stories, but struggles with writing, Perchance's AI Story Generator intrigued me. (Thanks to u/cupshka for introducing it!) As it turns out, it isn't as simple and feeding a story line and successively generating paragraphs. The generator goes off script and eventually ignores the seeds, making errors along the way. So, with several restarts and my editing to get it to follow my story line, this is what I came up with. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do.
Both characters are 18+.
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As I delved deeper into the dusty tome, its musty scent filling my nostrils, the world beyond the study faded into oblivion. My mind wandered, lost in the pages of fantasy, untouched by the gentle knocks on the door. Suddenly, without warning, the book fell from my grasp, its spine cracking ominously against the wooden floor. Startled, I looked up. The room was awash with a crimson glow, as if the very air had been infused with the color of my wife's hair, her emerald eyes narrowed in a familiar glare. "Stand up," she said, her voice firm but laced with an undertone of exasperation.
Without a word, I obeyed, rising to my feet. As I did so, she stepped forward, her hand deftly slipping between my legs and grabbing hold of my balls through my shorts. The sensation was both familiar and foreign; I knew this was no ordinary game she was playing, but the pain from her touch sent shivers down my spine nonetheless.
Still holding my nuts, she pulls me out of the den to our bedroom. The air is heavy with anticipation as we enter, the sheets still rumpled from our morning wake. Without breaking stride, she guides me over to the bed and pushes me down onto my back. Her hand releases my balls, only to reach toward me and unsnap my shorts, lower my pants and boxers, freeing my aching cock from its confines.
Sitting on my chest, she grins wickedly, her eyes twinkling with mischief, as she displays a set or ropes in her hand. She takes the end of one rope and ties it loosely around my left wrist. Then, she leans over, providing me an ample glimpse of her breasts, tying the other end of the rope to the nearby bedpost. This process repeats itself with the remaining three ropes and three bedposts, until I'm spread-eagled on the bed, my arms and legs spread wide apart, totally vulnerable and at her mercy.
Her next move takes my breath away. She slips out of her skirt and g-string, revealing her perfect, smooth, creamy thighs and the most tantalizingly moist vulva I've ever seen. She straddles my head, living her moist pussy tantalizingly close to my face. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, making my cock throb ever harder. Her warm, wet folds brush against my lips, and I can't help but open my mouth and inhale her sweetness.
My tongue darts out, tracing the outline of her entrance, tasting the sweet nectar that drips from her. She gasps, arching her back, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with my explorations. I taste her, savor her, relishing in the feel of her wetness coating my tongue. My cock stiffens even further as she finally lowers her pussy to my lips, allowing me to fully taste her sweet pussy. I push my tongue deeper, flicking against her sensitive bundle of nerves, and she lets out a moan that vibrates through my entire body.
My wife watches me intently, her eyes sparkling with lust as she grinds against my face. She looks at me with a devilish grin, having my head trapped between her thighs. Her smooth, creamy thighs grip my head, guiding my tongue deeper into her wet flower. Her moans fill the room, fueling my desire to please her even more. Her fingers dance across my scalp, urging me to take her harder, faster.
As I suck and lick her clit, she begins to lose control, her hips bucking wildly against me. Her pussy tightens around my face, her juices dripping down my chin, and her cries of pleasure echo through the bedroom. It's a primal, uninhibited display of desire and dominance that I can't help but find incredibly arousing. I bury my tongue deeper inside her, feeling her walls begin to pulse around my tongue as she approaches her climax.
Her moans intensify, her body shudders, and then, with a powerful release, she cries out my name as her orgasm washes over me. Her pussy pulses rhythmically, milking my tongue with each contraction, and I can feel the warmth and wetness of her climax dripping down my chin.
Then, with the next wave of orgasm, she reaches back with one hand, her long, slender fingers curling into a fist, and before I can even process what's happening, she's thrusting her arm forward and punching me square in the nuts. The force of her blow knocks the air out of my lungs and sends a wave of searing pain through my groin. My body tenses up reflexively, and I let out a guttural moan.
She strikes again, harder this time, her fist connecting with my vulnerable flesh like a sledgehammer. The pain is intense, almost unbearable, but, if possible, I can feel myself becoming more aroused beneath the surface of my discomfort. It's a strange and powerful sensation, this mixture of pain and pleasure, and I can't help but wonder how my wife manages to evoke such a response from me. As she continues to punch me, again and again, my body begins to betray its own instincts, responding to the pain with a growing desire that threatens to consume me.
As her body begins to relax, she lifts herself off my face, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she catches her breath. I feel the warmth of her breath against my skin, and for a moment I'm transported back to the first time we made love, those innocent days when she was gentle with me, loving me with a tenderness that knew no bounds. But those days are gone now, and in their place is this newfound power she seems to find in causing me pain. She looks down at me with a satisfied grin, her red hair falling across her face in a tangle of fiery curls. "Good boy," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of our labored breathing.
As she regains her composure, she reaches down and gently pushes herself off of me. Grabbing her clothes from the floor, she exits the room, leaving me tied down and wanting more.