(Shiba Household)
"Really? Considering what Yoruichi told me, I thought you already planted some seeds in that petite girl." She said, adding fuel to the rage fire of Masaki. "After all, you made me see stars." Ichigo started sweating bullets as he felt a cold hand wrap around his shoulder.
"I~chi~go~." He heard his mother sing in the most blood chilling tone. "What is she talking about?" Ichigo used all the speed skills he had a his disposal, creating speed clones and cratering every place he landed at, as he ran for his life. "To think my innocent baby boy is doing such naughty things." She pouted, looking at the destruction Ichigo left in his wake as he ran from her. "And whose to blame for this?" She turned a glare to her husband, who was trying to sneak away. "STAY PUT ISSHIN!" She yelled before turning to the Shiba head.
"Go down to the lower basement." She said quickly. "Third door on the right." Kukaku then gathered her twin cousins and practically ran out of the house. "Come on girls, let's go shopping!" Masaki turned to Isshin and gave him a sweet smile... that was a thousand times colder than Hitsugaya's power.
"Masaki, what are you planning my dear?" He asked in a fearful loving, praying to placate his wife. Her response was to gently cup his face.
"Why dear husband," she said before gripping his ear tightly, "I'm just thinking about how you'll pay me back for corrupting my son." She began dragging him along by the ear as she continued talking. "See, I've always wanted to try something with you. But then Ichigo was born and I kept that little fantasy locked away until he was old enough to be left unsupervised for a time. Then I went into that damn coma." They reached the door Kukaku was talking about, labeled 'S.D.', and she threw the door open and took in the sight. Leather and rubber outfits of various sizes and styles, whips, paddles, lashes, gags, candles, tables, chairs, wooden horses, cuffs, and a smiling Masaki. "And now I'm awake, the kids are out, and we're both backed up." She turned her icy smile to her husband again. "Unless you've been cheating on me." Isshin shook his head fearfully. "Good. Let's get some relief." She threw him inside and grabbed a whip, cracking it in front of him loudly. "Now strip."
As the married man slowly took off his clothes, Masaki walked over to a clothing rack and pulled something out, disappearing into a small changing room Kukaku had built into the side of the room. When she came out, she was wearing a black leather outfit that Isshin would've found sexy; she wore a black corset and black panties with black leather gloves and boots. It would've been sexy indeed had it not been for the black whip in her hands.
"Isshin, I think you deserve a smack for every year you encouraged our son to be a dirty playboy. And then a few more because I damn well feel like it…" She said ominously.
"Why does Kukaku have all of this?!" Isshin said, chills running down his spine.
"That's not important right now," Masaki said as she walked over to him, shaking her hips as she walked in her black leather thigh-high heels. "Bend over that table for me, darling."
"Now, Masaki…"
The wife put a gloved finger onto her husband's lips, shushing him. "Isshin, for the time being, you'll call me Mistress. This is your punishment, after all…." She pulled her husband into a bruising kiss before slipping a collar around his neck. "It's always been my deepest fantasy since I was young to have a man on a leash. And now I'm gonna fulfill that fantasy and then some. On your knees." she said, walking over and putting a heel to her husband's back.
As Isshin got down on all fours the black-leather clad Masaki smiled seductively. She wasn't going to hurt her husband, much, but scaring the daylights out of him was much more fun than she thought. It'd been so long since she felt like a woman and she was going to experiment with every fantasy now that she was out of her coma. She pulled on the leash and dragged Isshin over to a table. Masaki harshly bent Isshin over the edge of the table and rubbed the whip against his back. "Isshin, say my name."
"Masaki, please, I-"
CRACK!
"Say my name!"
CRACK!
Isshin gripped the table. He never knew his wife could be so vicious. "Masaki!" He screamed, his back stinging from the hit.
"WRONG!"
CRACK!
"Ah!" Isshin cried out, sweat rolling down his back. "Mistress!"
"LOUDER!"
CRACK!
Despite the stinging pain of the whip, or maybe because of it, Isshin could feel himself getting aroused as his wife dominated him. "Mistress!" He shouted.
Masaki walked over to her husband and kissed the red marks she'd caused, her gloved hand traveling down his side. "What's this?" She smirked when her hand wrapped around her husband's cock. "I hit you a few times and you're hard as a rock." She leaned forward and nibbled on Isshin's earlobe. "Looks like my husband's as dirty as me."
Keeping Isshin lying on the table, Masaki walked over to the wall and grabbed some handcuffs. Isshin gulped when she turned around, an evil smile on his face. "Honey," she said as she slowly walked back to him. "I haven't been able to pleasure myself for the past six years. I think it only fair if you know what that's like…."
Ca-click!
Isshin gave a low groan as Masaki cuffed his hands behind his back and led him away from the table, Isshin having to keep up with her on his knees. She walked over to chair and put her boot on it, smiling wickedly down at her bound husband. "Isshin, lick my boot!" She ordered.
The man stuck out his tongue and started to lick her boot, trying to work his way past the bad taste of leather in his mouth. Masaki got turned on from the sight of her strong, powerful husband licking her boots, her panties becoming stained from her pussy heating up. Getting an evil thought, she grabbed Isshin by the back of his head and shoved his face into her panties, suffocating him with her crotch. "Lick my pussy, Isshin!" She ordered.
With Masaki keeping a tight grip on the back of his head, Isshin didn't have much choice. His tongue was already sore from licking her boot clean but he endured it as he started to lick his wife's crotch through her panties, his tongue feeling raw from the rough fabric on his tongue. Masaki's head rolled back as she kept her husband-now-fucktoy in place, grinding her crotch into his face. Looking down she saw that Isshin's cock was throbbing and smirked.
"Even after all of this you're still hard? I can see where Ichigo gets his perverseness from now. I think I'll have to punish you for it," she said in a sing-song fashion. Taking Isshin's head out of her crotch, she dragged him over to the far side of the room where a bed lay. She removed the handcuffs around his wrists before kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring her mouth. Isshin put his hands on her naked thighs, thinking his punishment was over and he could make love to his wife for the first time in years. Unfortunately, Masaki was far from over.
Swatting his hands, Masaki put both hands on Isshin's strong, hairy chest and pushed him back onto the bed. Quickly digging through some drawers, she pulled out a few items that made a chill run down Isshin's spine. "Masaki, please-" he started.
"Isshin, what have I told you?" Masaki asked with faux-kindness. "Right now, the only thing you can call me is Mistress. Do I have to get the whip again to make sure you remember that? I think I still owe you a few more hits, if that's your preference…." Isshin felt another chill run down his spine. He'd told Ichigo and his sisters that Masaki was like the sun of his world.
Now his sun had just gone supernova and had warped into an evil black hole.
In Masaki's hands were more handcuffs and she tied her husband to the bedposts, keeping his limps spread. "And what's this?" she asked, running a finger along the underside of Isshin's cock. "My husband is so dirty. I need to punish this dirty cock…."
Isshin let out a loud groan as Masaki put a cock-ring around the base of his shaft, denying him the sweet release that she'd been driving him towards. Smirking at Isshin's pained expression, Masaki reached for her panties and pulled them off, revealing her wet honeypot to her husband. Already her juices dripped down her leg from her treatment of Isshin, kinda liking him helpless before her.
Isshin moaned as Masaki's gloved hand gripped his cock, his wife gently stroking him. Despite the loving treatment she was giving him it was downright torture for him since he couldn't reach for his cock due to his hands being shackled. Masaki's stroking was going so slow, her gloves feeling so good around his sensitive cock but the cock-ring kept the building fire inside him to a minimum, making it absolute hell for Isshin after several minutes. Masaki felt her husband's manhood twitch in her hands, as if trying to will itself into release against the ring restraining it. "You look like you're in pain, Isshin? Should I kiss it and make it feel better" she wickedly teased. She leaned down and kissed the dripping tip, her tongue circling the thick head, making Isshin cry out in agonizing pleasure, his wrists trying in vain to break the cuffs.
"Oh? My kiss wasn't enough to make you feel better?" Masaki asked while raising her eyebrows. "Isshin, I just asked you a question…."
"N-No, Mistress. Please take off the ring!" Isshin pleaded, hoping that his wife had had her fun and could let him feel sweet release.
Masaki shook her head and wagged a finger in front of his face. "Now, Isshin, I haven't had my fill yet. If my kiss won't make you feel better…" she undid the ties to her black corset and tossed the garment to the floor before cupping her breasts, "I'll make my breasts make you feel better."
Isshin was on the verge of tears once Masaki wedged his cock between her tits, giving him a paizuri. His cock had been held back from cumming for so long it was starting to hurt now, the cursed ring continuing to keep the wildfire of pleasure imprisoned inside of him. "Ah! Masaki!" he shouted, his eyes squeezing shut.
Grinning from her husband's pained expression, Masaki decided she'd tortured her husband enough. "Alright, Isshin, since you're gonna be a big baby about it…." She reached for Isshin's cock-ring and removed it before sitting up. Feeling a little masochistic, she walked over to the table and grabbed two pins tied to tiny weights and pinched her nipples with them, sighing as her nipples were stretched. Going back to Ichigo she removed her boots and got back onto the bed. Straddling her husband's lap, she took Isshin's thick cock and rubbed the head against her slit. "So tell me, my darling husband, do you promise you won't encourage this sort of behavior with Ichigo anymore?" she asked, tracing her husband's jaw with a gloved finger.
"Yes…."
"Do you promise you won't try and corrupt my beautiful daughters like you did Ichigo?"
"Yes…."
"Do you promise that you'll let me do this to you when I feel extra kinky from now on?" she asked with an evil smirk.
Gulping, Isshin nodded. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good."
A loud cry filled the room as Masaki sank down on Isshin's cock, the wife feeling the man fill her. Isshin almost came right then and there. It'd been so long since they'd been together and Isshin hadn't been with anyone in the six years since Masaki went into a coma. Like she said, they were both pent up. And now they were both coming unglued.
Putting her hands on his muscular chest, Masaki sank down until she'd taken every inch of Isshin's cock inside her. She rolled her head back and sighed as her husband stretched her walls. "Fuck, I've needed this so baaaaaaad…."
Without warning she started to bounce on Isshin's cock. The bed creaked and groaned as Masaki treated her husband like he was a stallion, which was kind of a first for Isshin. Usually he was on top whenever they were intimate before but then again he never knew his sweet, loving wife could be such a sadist. He clenched his teeth as she squeezed him with her tight muscles, choking his cock. "Masaki!" he grunted, thrusting up into her.
"Oh yes!" Masaki moaned, her body moving on its own accord. She'd given in to her darkest desires and now her body was responding in kind. Her breasts bounced madly, the weights clinking as they went up and down, making her brain melt from the heat in her chest. She saw Isshin's face and leaned down, kissing him deeply, her hips smacking against his as she drove his cock deeper and deeper into her. Her tongue snaked into her husband's mouth, tasting Isshin and teasing his tongue. Isshin gave in to his wife's control and moaned into her mouth, their tongues lewdly coming together with as much fervor as their lower halves.
Masaki reached beneath her and rubbed her clit, making jolts of ecstasy was through her mind. Her bouncing became faster as she felt the knot inside of her come undone; her body no longer accustomed to the pleasures of the flesh. "Cumming! Cum with me, Isshin! CUM WITH ME!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she squirted all over Isshin's cock and balls.
"Masaki! Ahhhh!" Isshin shouted before releasing inside his wife, painting her innards white with his cum.
The two stayed like that, Masaki on top of Isshin's lap, for several minutes as they rode their highs. Finally Masaki came to her senses and blinked, panting as exhaustion came over her. Getting off of Isshin, she made a mental note to take some contraceptives when she felt the cum leak from her pussy. "So, Isshin," she said as she uncuffed her husband. "Did we learn our lesson?"
"Yes, dear…." Isshin rubbed his sore wrists and sighed as he sat up. Masaki tossed him his clothes before putting up the black-leather outfit that she'd taken off the rack. As Masaki put her clothes back on she grabbed a small bag from off the wall and started to put the weights, cuffs, whip and a few other items inside. "Honey…" Isshin asked fearfully. "What are you doing?"
Masaki winked and kissed her husband's cheek. "Some toys so we can have some fun at home!"
'WHY DOES KUKAKU HAVE ALL OF THIS?!' Isshin thought as he followed his wife out of the room….