💋Perfect Day💋

By D.S. Carper

Copyright ©2025

“Fresh out of the shower, be there in fifteen minutes,” the text message read. It was accompanied by a photograph of her body, a single bead of water running over the goosebumps of her breast, settling just above her nipple. She had come over dozens of times at this point, but he still got a little nervous. On their first date, he had told her he wanted to be taken on a journey, and true to her word, she had taken him on many. He sat in the recliner in his living room, imagining what the day’s session would entail. Many sessions had a time constraint, so things would have to move quickly, but not that day. That day, they had both made sure to have a few hours to play for as long as they wanted.

He saw her car pull up outside and quickly turned on the TV so that it would look like he was just watching something while waiting for her, not eagerly watching out the window. He saw her get out and pull her bag of various torture implements out of the back and start walking towards the house. He always enjoyed watching her walk up to the house. She was stunning. She was wearing a bright flower-patterned sundress, and he could see her muscles as she carried the bag. Her golden locks teased by the wind, he took a moment to take her in and think about how grateful he was for what was about to happen with this immaculate woman. He heard the front door open. She let herself in, and he tried to look casual.

“KITTIES!” she exclaimed as she saw his cats waiting to greet her. “Hello Pumpkin, how are you?” She dropped the bag off in the bedroom and came around to greet him, kissing him hello.

“I’m okay, you—”

“Good. Get in the bedroom and take all of your clothes off and lay on the bed. We have a lot to get to; you have been very bad.”

“Yes, Moonlight,” he obliged. He went into the bedroom with her and closed the door to keep the cats out. She stood in front of him, daring him to obey her command to undress, waiting to see if he was going to be shy about it. He stripped fully nude. He enjoyed feeling her eyes on his body and could feel himself already swelling at her perceiving his nudity.

“Didn’t I say to lie down?” she asked.

“Yes, Moonlight,” he lay down on the bed as she climbed on top of him, fastening a blindfold around his head. He could hear her rustling around, and it seemed she was changing clothes.

He always enjoyed seeing her in lingerie; knowing that she wore it for him made him feel special. He felt himself swelling more as she approached him and felt her hand caressing his body, running up and down the skin of his torso. Her fingers came closer and closer, and he could feel that he was fully erect. Her fingers grazed the base of his penis and lightly ran along the bottom, following underneath until he could feel her fingers circle along the ridge of the tip and lightly lift off the very top.

“I like to see how hard you get for me, but you have been a little bad, so that is all you get for now. You have some punishments coming.” He heard more rustling. He felt her hand on his skin again before suddenly being met with a different sensation, electricity. It started faint and grew in intensity. As it became increasingly intense, he felt his toes curling and his pelvic muscles tense. He heard her voice expressing her approval as she climbed on top of him, becoming the human conduit for the electric charge. She went on like this, squealing in delight, lifting her body to feel the shock course from her to him. The familiar feeling of her mouth was on his cock, massaging it as expertly as she did before she slowly withdrew, and a quick jump of mild electrical pain shot from her mouth to his tip. They both laughed as she reached over and took off his blindfold.

His gaze started at her face, taking in her wicked grin, then moved down. He saw the lingerie she had chosen for him. It was all red and lacy. His eyes went to her breasts and saw her nipples through the lace, went down her body, and he saw her labia through the gap in her crotchless underwear. He felt very lucky to have had this set chosen for him. Just as he thought it was time to shift the focus to pleasure, he saw her start to unpack her impact implements from the bag. She took the crop and lightly teased him with it, alternating between letting him feel it on his skin and slapping it down on his thighs, hard. He was a little afraid that if she miscalculated her aim, he would receive a crop right to a very sensitive area, but he knew he could trust her. She ran the crop over that sensitive area, dragging it across the length, lifting him as she examined him, lowering him as she grabbed his thigh, spreading his legs more, and putting more of him on display for her. She lightly tapped the crop against his testicles, hard enough to cause just a little bit of pain, then ran it further down near his anus before bringing it back up and down hard onto his thigh. She repeated this ritual several times, switching between the crop and a hairbrush and several other implements.

Occasionally, she would caress his cock with her hand, sometimes her mouth. She untied his hands and handed him her phone and started the camera app, carefully pointing it out so that the angle showed her work as she used her mouth on him. He loved making videos with her. Of course, he enjoyed watching them himself when she deemed him worthy, but it was very sexy to know that she would want to relive those moments, to know that she would see herself sucking his cock later.

She untied his feet and told him to show her his devotion. This meant kneeling before her, as they had done many times. She towered over him and kissed him as he knelt for her.

“Lean over the bed.” He got up and leaned over the bed, his ass in the air as she got out the paddle. She struck him with it, alternating sides and knowing just when to switch and give him a break right when he needed it, so he never had to ask. She had him stand up after a few rounds of that and put him in her mouth again, making another video. Then she did another round of impact with the paddle as he stood. This time she would frequently look to make sure he was still hard for her, occasionally holding his cock in her hand to give him comfort amidst all the pain she was giving him. The pain was a gift, a way of showing him how much she cared, and he could feel that.

“Are you ready for a break, my Pumpkin?”

“Yes, Moonlight,” he replied as she lay on the bed.

“Good, you are going to eat my pussy,” she said as she spread her legs wide, allowing him to see all of her through the gap in the special underwear she wore for him. He knelt before her, kissing her thighs, gently feeling her labia against his skin as he changed thighs. She held the sides of the underwear apart for his access as he worked his tongue across her pussy, running it first up and down, then around her. She exclaimed her approval before stopping him. She got up and slipped off the bottoms and lay back down, telling him to use his fingers on her. He felt her pussy with his fingers, examining her with his touch and his gaze as he slid first one, then two fingers into her, feeling the wet warmth within. He slowly beckoned her back and forth, calling her to him from within as he leaned over and kissed her clit, gently working it with his tongue before her exclamations grew.

“Right there, right there, give me what I want,” she commanded. “Suck on my clit, good Pumpkin, keep going.” He did as he was told before she pushed him off of her and climbed on top. She lowered herself onto him as the moment he had been waiting for finally occurred. Her pussy was what he yearned for in the days and weeks apart. He would sometimes close his eyes and think about how good it felt and how he could not wait to feel that again. It felt like a hug from some sort of sex deity, and once you had it once, it was clear that nothing else could delude itself into being so powerful. She lifted the top of the lingerie over her head and threw it across the room, finally allowing him to see her full nudity. Every time he was given this honor felt like the first time, he had ever seen a woman exposed. To him, she was everything he had ever fantasized about. She was fit, she took charge, her tits were perfect as they bounced in his hands right before she slapped him across the face for not asking permission but then told him to grab her ass. Her ass was the center of his universe. He would sometimes find himself admiring a woman’s ass in public and thinking he looked forward to getting to play with her ass again. He felt it bouncing up and down in his hands as he took it upon himself to spread her apart. He wished he could see what it looked like from that side of things, and just as he had that thought, she got up and turned around, allowing him to see it.

“You can spread me,” she assured him as she started bounding up and down again. She bent over and slowed down, showing him the answer to the mystery of what lay between her perfect ass cheeks. He spread her as far as he could, looking at her asshole, feeling his fingers graze it as his dick pulsed hard inside of her. She lifted herself off of him and backed her ass into his face as she commanded him to lick her pussy. He of course obliged, still spreading her with his hands. He felt her mouth on his cock as he tasked her in his own, the asshole he so admired mere inches from his eyes. She told him to use his fingers, so taking the same fingers from earlier, he inserted them into her, but from this angle, his hand was pressed against that perfect asshole. He sucked on her clit again, working his hand back and forth. His dick was so sensitive it was painful to feel her from that angle. He could hardly stand it anymore. She held his balls in one hand, holding herself upright with the other. She pushed his legs apart again, and he could feel her exploring parts they had not gone together yet as her fingers passed between his cheeks and explored his asshole. They had a system of consent using red, yellow, and green to express if something was too much, and he opted not to use it, letting her explore his body like nobody else ever had before. She got up and told him to lean over the bed again. He was not sure what to expect but was ready to let it happen. If it pleased her, he was ready for anything. She kicked at his feet, spreading him more. She placed two items on the bed, a small toy and the suede flogger they had recently implemented in their play. She picked up the flogger first.

“If you do a good job, you will get to flog me,” she promised as she lifted it into the air. The flogger was a favorite for both, alternating between the gentle sensation of the suede over his buttocks and back, then the growing sting as she started to find a cadence of pain. He loved it. She took a break and picked up the small toy, using one hand to spread lubrication over it. They had talked about having her peg him, and he had never been very interested in it, but he was incredibly interested in pleasing her and it seemed like this would bring her great pleasure. She spread him apart and he knew she was seeing him in a way nobody really ever had, and that was very exciting to him. She rubbed his anus briefly and gently before slowly pressing the toy into him, then slowly drawing it back out and repeating. He was not sure what to expect, but he found it more pleasurable than he had expected, and he could see that she was very excited by it. Then she stopped, promising that they would revisit it next time and giving him another round of flogging. He looked forward to exploring it more.

She had him get up and they traded places. He picked up the flogger as she provided him with very specific instructions. It was clear that she was still in charge. She chose the cadence, the force, the location of the blow, everything. He felt himself surging with arousal at giving her impact and seeing her perfect ass glow red with each strike.

“That is your last one, I want you to fuck me from behind now,” she said. She moved into a better position.

“Take it slow.”

“Yes, Moonlight,” he said as he positioned himself behind her. He had the phone set up and recording nearby as he started to work himself into her. She was on the bottom but still very much in control of the situation as she changed positions slightly to better accommodate her desires. As she told him to go fast and faster, she screamed so loud the neighbors were likely ready for them to finish up so they could have some peace.

“Yes, Pumpkin, just like that. You are such a good boy,” she exclaimed. He welled up with pride. He did not know why being called a good boy made him so happy, but he existed for her pleasure, and it just was. “You can spread me, you can touch me anywhere.” She threw another pillow under her stomach and arched her back. He got brave and as he spread her, he began to caress her asshole as he thrust himself into her as deeply as he could. This drove him to the edge of cumming, but he knew he did not have permission.

“May I cum for you, Moonlight?”

“Yes, Pumpkin, fill me up.”

He immediately felt the sharp stab of total release course through his entire body, from his cock deep inside her pussy, shooting all the way through to the tips of his fingers and toes. His entire body was a lightning bolt of pure pleasure as she backed her ass tightly into his pelvis. “Yes, Pumpkin, that is so much cum, I can feel it. Keep cumming for me, be a good boy.” As he let himself release entirely, his energy drained, and he sat back and watched himself slide out of her. She lay there and reached her hand to her pussy to feel his cum slip out of her. She gathered it over her fingers and reached for him, placing them in his mouth as he took her in and cleaned her of himself.

He collapsed onto the bed next to her and looked up to the ceiling, then over to her to find her smiling at him.

“That was a good one,” they both said.

About D.S. Carper:

D.S. Carper (he/they) is a writer and poet based in St. Louis, Missouri. He is working on his debut chapbook, which explores the intersections of devotion, reverence, and power.