(months later)

I awoke to the blaring of my alarm clock. As I rolled out of bed, and I made my way to the bathroom. My cock was caged as usual, and I had didn’t even think twice anymore about sitting down on the toilet to relieve myself. With Mistress’s cage attached, my cock was bent down so that the only way to avoid peeing on myself was to sit on the toilet.

Dressing had also become somewhat routine. Often she left me notes or emails telling me what she wanted, but sometimes she allowed me to choose. This morning was my choice. Winter had set in, so wearing stockings and a garter beneath my clothes had some practicality to it. Today, I chose a pair of hot pink silky smooth panties with lace trim and a garter to match and a pair of white stockings. I exchanged my home collar for my school collar, and got myself ready for another week of school. It was only a week until the winter holiday, and like the students, I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

As I drove to school, I was musing about the past semester. This school year had been like no other because of Mistress. Ever since she walked into my classroom, nothing was the same. I smiled to myself feeling satisfied that I was serving her even now, wearing panties, garter, stockings, the cage, and especially my collar. Even classes were now different. Strangely her after-school tutoring sessions had helped me a great deal. She had challenged my thinking, and forced me to understand the math from the perspective of student as she challenged my own understanding.

Classes flew by for a Monday as students and everyone was feeling good as we all entered the final stretch before the holiday. As my final class was filing into the room, I felt myself smiling because I knew she would be there. I was writing a few started problems on the board, and I could hear the telltale sounds of her heels as she walked to the front of the room.

I finished writing the problems, and turned to face the class. As I had learned in a single lesson, I looked to her first to acknowledge her presence, then to the rest of the class. She looked stunning as usual. Despite the cold winter climate, she managed to pull off sexy goth girl. Her short mini skirts were replaced by long skirts, sometimes in velvet or other heavier materials, and her halter tops and sheer tops remained, but often covered by warm jackets, usually adorned with lots of buckles or clasps with skulls or something of the sort. However, I found that I didn’t really notice her clothing so much anymore as I took great care to snap a mental image of her face and especially her eyes each day in class when I acknowledged her presence as it was the last time I would look her directly in the eyes for the rest of the day. Instead, I learned to keep my eyes on her boots or when it was appropriate for me to appear to be looking at her, I kept my eyes to just below her chin.

Class went by without event, and at the end of class, I found Mistress sitting at her desk with a small box on the desk. I wasn’t sure where she had kept it hidden during class, but it was wrapped in festive red paper, and while I kept my eyes down, I could tell she was smiling.

“Pet, I have something for you. You’ve been such a good slut for me this semester, that I wanted to reward you. Take this home,” she held out the box to me as she spoke, “and unwrap it tonight. Tomorrow, I want you to wear it for me.”

I took the box and thanked her. I felt myself blushing at her kind gesture. I also felt a twinge of excitement knowing that inside this box was probably something that would make for an adventure the following day.

“Thank you, Mistress. You are too kind,” I said.

“Aww, you are so cute sometimes,” she answered as she got up and left the room. As always, I watched her exit the room.

As soon as I reached home, I dropped my bag by the door, and headed for the bedroom to settle in for the evening. I undressed as I was expected, and swapped my collar. I retrieved Mistress’s gift from my bag, and sat on the couch to open it. The box was small. Only about 6 inches long and perhaps 2 inches by 2 inches. It was light, and only made a little noise when I shook it. I felt like a little kid at Christmas, trying to figure out the contents of the box before I opened it along with the anticipation of discovery.

I tore the paper open to reveal a simple black box. Inside the box, I found small butt plug. It was small relative to some of the toys she had used on me before, but I also knew that 6 months ago, I would have been overwhelmed with the idea of allowing this to enter my ass. I turned it over in my hands, and noticed that it wasn’t like other plugs we had played with. This one had some sort of removable cap on the end. I knew better then to try and open the cap, sensing that whatever lay inside was meant to stay there. It had a bit of weight to it compared to its size. Mistress had me wearing lingerie and my collar to school. She had eventually began locking up my cock almost 24/7, and I remembered the first time I had worn the cage to school I could barely concentrate. But, I soon became accustomed to it, and actually, the cage helped me because I couldn’t get an erection regardless of what tease Mistress might think of during class. This was clearly an escalation.

I debated all night as I corrected some papers and prepared for classes whether or not to try it before tomorrow. Ultimately, I decided that she had not ordered me to do so, and therefore she might punish me if I did try it, so I waited. I slept poorly as the excitement and anticipation of the day made it hard for me to settle into sleep. When I saw the clock turn 5:30 am, I decided it was late enough to get up and just start my day.

I checked my email and found that Mistress had sent me a note. “Pet, wear red today, its almost Christmas after all — Mistress”. I knew that she meant red lingerie, and I smiled as I picked out a pair of silky red panties with a little white bow. I lubed up the plug and eased it into my ass. It was smaller then some plugs I had worn, so it slid into place easily. It felt good to be plugged for Mistress. I could feel my cock twitching in reaction. I slipped on the panties and then found a matching garter. It took only minutes, and my ensemble was complete, red panties matching black and red garter, and a pair of black thigh highs with red lace at the top. I finished dressing, exchanged my collar, and headed for school.

As I drove to school, I felt myself almost involuntarily squeezing my ass around the plug. As I walked into the school building, I again felt as self-conscious as I did the first day I wore my “school collar”. Just when I thought I had settled into a routine, Mistress had raised the bar again. As students were filing into my morning class, I wrote a starter problem on the board. Just as I was finishing, it happened — just for an instant — but enough to send me a signal. The plug vibrated. Not too hard, and it was quiet enough that in the din of the students settling in, no one heard it.

I turned around and looked to the door. I saw Mistress smiling at me. She winked, and then moved out of sight. For the remainder of the day, I was cautiously awaiting another reminder of my service to her, but none came. As the last class of the day arrived, it was clear that her morning message was simply meant to keep me on edge. It had worked. I was again at the board when I heard Tish’s heels clicking across the room. Just as I registered the sound, I felt it again, this time long enough for me to have to stop what I was doing. The vibration was powerful, and it sent a pleasurable tingle through me. Were my cock free, it would have been hard as iron. Fortunately, I was facing away from the class, so I had a chance to compose myself before facing the group.

I finished writing the problem, turned and acknowledged Tish. She smiled at me and winked again. Class began in the usual fashion. We finished the starter problem and reviewed the homework assignment. As I was getting ready to introduce a new topic, Tish buzzed me again. I stopped speaking briefly, cleared my throat, and started again — and again she buzzed me. I cleared my throat again, and realized that what I wanted to do was obviously not what she wanted me to do.

“Excuse me kids, I seem to have a frog in my throat,” I explained. “I was planning to go over some new materials with you, but I think perhaps that is not the best plan for the rest of the day. What do you think? It is almost the holiday break. Anyone have any good ideas?”

“Let us go early!” a student offered followed by cheers and applause. Fortunately, the noise of the kids definitely drowned out the long extended buzzing from Mistress.

“Something tells me that isn’t the right idea just now,” I answered. I felt a little flustered after the extended buzzing.

“If you won’t let us go early, how about we play games?” another student interjected along with more encouragement from the students. I fully expected another buzzing, but nothing came.

“Hmm…not a bad idea. I like it. Math games,” I answered which earned me a few groans from those hoping to for something unrelated to math.

“Let’s make it interesting. How about a little competition?” Tish spoke up followed by a second of silence. She continued, “We make up the problems, and we race to see who can get them done first. The student who makes up the problem can’t answer it, that wouldn’t be fair. Every time one of us beats you, we get to leave 5 minutes earlier. And if you beat us, we stay 1 minute longer.” She looked me square in the eyes, daring me — commanding me to comply.

“Sounds fun. Everyone understand the rules? Who’s got a problem?” I smiled at the room, but had a sinking feeling that class would be over in a matter of minutes.

“I’ve got one!” shouted a student from the back of the room. I looked to her, and she had pulled a book from the shelf. It looked like a calculus book, and as she began to read the problem, she confirmed my suspicion. No one in this class should have been able to do that problem except that I knew Tish could. Before she was done reading, I interrupted her.

“Now, hold on there Ms. Mitchell, remember you all have to be able to solve this too or I’m going to keep you all here all afternoon,” I warned.

“Oh, that’s OK, I think at least one of us can figure this out,” she replied looking at Tish. I knew the kids had figured out that she knew a lot more then she was supposed to know, but just then, I had a feeling that this was not just Tish playing games, but Tish had orchestrated the entire thing, and all the kids were in on it. At least, in on the competition.

“OK, well then go ahead and finish. If you all want to stay longer, that’s fine by me,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster. As she reread the problem from the beginning, I started jotting down figures on the board, and I noticed Tish was writing on a piece of paper while all eyes were on her. I also noticed, she had one hand in her jacket pocket.

As soon as the problem had been read aloud, all the kids started cheering on Tish. I turned to the board, and started working out the problem. I was nearly done when the buzzing began. Fortunately, I had only a few calculations, and I finished.

“Done,” I announced, and circled my answer. The buzzing stopped. “Did any of you finish the problem?” I asked rhetorically. The student who read the problem certified that I had the same answer as the book. She looked dismayed. I recorded a tick mark on the board.

This continued for a few more rounds until I had a earned 5 minutes. While solving each problem, Tish turned on the plug, and by now, I had worked up a little bit of a sweat. Not so much from the math, but because of the workout I was getting in my ass. Fortunately, the students seemed to attribute my excitement to the competition. Tish continued to smile and reassure the kids that she would catch them back up.

The next problem came from a new book. This problem was harder. I hadn’t done differential equations in too long. That combined with the vibrating in my ass, and I stood at the board, staring at a mostly blank slate.

“I’m done,” Tish announced quietly to a huge cheer from her peers. Her solution was certified from the book, and I erased my 5 tick marks.

“Keep using that book!” one of the students said to nods of agreement from the class. Only three problems later, and Tish had earned herself and her peers 15 minutes. Looking at the clock showed that it was time for me to payoff the kids and let them go. The kids cheered, and many gave Tish a high five as they filed out of the room. When the last of them had disappeared, Tish got up from her seat, and walk to the door. While I watched her strut to the door, she reached into her pocket, and the vibrations returned, this time stronger. Tish took a quick look out the door, and then closed it.

“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it? I think you’ll need to study your diff-e-q’s more, won’t you pet?” she smiled at me, walking back to the front of the room. I was having a hard time standing now, as the vibrations had made me literally weak in the knees. I leaned on the lectern as she approached me.

“We have 15 minutes before class ends. What will we do?” she purred, running her fingers up and down my cock. “I bet you wish you could let you little clit out of that cage, don’t you, pet? Perhaps some other time. Today, I won and to the victor belong the spoils.” She looked me in the eyes, licked her lips, leaned in close to me, and flitted her tongue across my lips. She took a few steps toward my desk, then sat down on the edge of the desk, crossing her beneath her long skirt.

“Come here, pet,” she commanded. I found myself kneeling before her without being told. She smiled at me, clearly pleased at my subservience. She unfolded her legs, spread them wide, and began to pull her skirt up. I could see she was wearing knee-high boots, and beneath that, fishnet stockings that ended high on her thighs.

“You like what you see, don’t you pet? I think its about time you worshipped your Mistress right here in my classroom,” she said, emphasizing the word “my”. She pulled her skirt up more revealing that she wore no panties. Her shaved pussy already glistened with a sheen of excitement, her lips beginning to swell.

I leaned forward, and felt her hand on the back of my head as I extended my tongue toward her pussy. As I began to lick her pussy lips, she purred, and I felt the plug’s vibrations increase again. This time, it was no punishment, but a reward. The vibrations weren’t loud, but with my face buried between her legs, I could hear only her voice and the buzzing as it sent waves of pleasure through my body. Mistress was very wet already. Her little game had begun her arousal long before now.

She tasted sweeter then usual, but I knew it was only the fact that I had now crossed the line completely now. Not only was I giving oral sex to a student, I was doing it on my desk in my classroom during school. She had total control over me, and I was more excited then ever before. I pushed my tongue inside her pussy to taste her sweetness, then focused on her clit. I felt her hand pull me tighter against her pussy. She was getting closer to her orgasm. Only a few licks more and she came. She let out a loud cry of ecstasy just as the end of the day bell rang, drowning out her scream. I kept licking, drinking in her sweet nectar as I heard students in the halls.

She released my head, and I looked up at her. She was smiling with a look of total satisfaction — more then just the fact that she had cum, but that she had achieved something. That achievement, I knew, was her total domination over me.

She rolled over and sighed. She couldn’t sleep tonight, and she hated just laying there in the dark. The soft glow of the digital clock illuminated the room, and she could see her slave sleeping peacefully next to her. He had been good this evening, and she was rewarding him by allowing him to sleep with her in the bed. However, if she wasn’t going to sleep, she decided, neither was he. Good behavior or not, he wasn’t sleeping if she wasn’t sleeping, and a little playtime was just the thing to take the edge off, and maybe then she might get some sleep.

She knew he was a light sleeper, so she simply slid over next to him, and pressed her body against his. He shifted, and turned so that their faces were inches apart on the pillow.

“Mistress, did I wake you?” he asked, worried.

“No, pet. You did not wake me, but I am not sleeping either. I think I need to work out some energy, and then I’ll be able to rest,” she replied, smiling and brushing her fingers up and down his silk covered chest. She had also let him wear his new silk camisole to bed as a treat as well.

“Mistress, how can I serve you?”

“Go fetch my flogger, I think a little exercise will help.”

She sat up, and watched him move across the room to where she had left the flogger earlier that night. He brought it back, knelt beside her on the bed, and presented it to her.

“Thank you, pet. Now, on your hands and knees right here in the bed. You should remove your camisole so that we don’t ruin it…and your panties too,” she commanded. He complied immediately, and she got out of the bed. He looked over his shoulder at her. In the soft glow of the clock, she looked mysterious and sexy, her own body covered only by a sheer baby doll and thong. She held the flogger in her hand at her side. Her eyes glinted in the darkness, and he felt himself stiffen just looking at her in anticipation of what was to come.

“Eyes forward, pet. I’m just warming up a little.” She started swinging the flogger slowly, striking his bare ass lightly. She built up a steady rhythm, and as she did so, increased the intensity of her blows. She spread out her blows, making sure to bring a nice pink glow to his entire ass. In the darkness, she could see the change in color, although not the color itself. He started to breathe more heavily with each blow, and she knew he was feeling his ass heat up. She loved watching him try and control himself knowing that with each successive blow, his instincts told him to move away and avoid the next one. But, he knew he was not to move, and to present himself to her because that’s what she wanted. She continued to swing harder until she heard him grunting each time the flogger made contact with him. She had never pushed him to use his safe word, and she wondered just how hard and how long he could really endure the pain.

He wanted to please her, and he was afraid that perhaps she was not sleeping because of something he had done or not done. Had he tossed and turned? Was he snoring? His ass was on fire, and he could hear himself grunting with each strike. It wasn’t unendurable, but it was painful. He had never used his safeword, and he did not intend to do so now. Enduring her flogging, to him, demonstrated his love and service to her. Using his safeword would be a failure. Deep down inside, he knew that self-preservation would win out were she ever to push him too far, but as long as he maintained control over his instincts, he knew that he was going to be OK, and serving her gave him a sense of purpose and place. He couldn’t explain it in words well, but he just knew that he liked it, and it made him feel safe and loved to be flogged by her. Somehow, he understood that she would never hurt him out of malice, and that it was done out of love.

She felt herself getting a little winded. She had been swinging the flogger for a few minutes non-stop, and she felt much better. Watching her pet take the punishment of the flogger without question or fear pleased her in a way she could not explain. She did know that she could feel the heat in her pussy. It definitely turned her on, and by now, she was ready for more. She stopped with the flogger, and simply let it drop to the floor. She climbed onto the bed next to him, and he turned to look at her.

“You took that well, pet. Thank you, I feel better now. But, now you’ve gone and gotten me all excited. Turn over, on your back.”

He flipped over, and lay on his back. His tender ass cheeks burned anew as they touched the bed. He shifted his weight, trying to find a comfortable position, but found no relief. She smiled, knowing what he was trying to do.

“Uncomfortable? Let me help you with that,” she said, reaching to the bed stand and picking up her favorite nipple clamps. She leaned down, and flicked her tongue over his right nipple, feeling it harden at her touch. Then she closed her lips around it, suckling it, and licking it. He mewled at her attention, hoping she wouldn’t stop, but knowing better. She bit down on his nipple lightly, but hard enough to get his attention, then she released. Taking his nipple between her fingers, she pinched it, then fastened the nipple clamp. It bit down tightly on his nipple sending a sudden jolt of heat through him, then settling to a smoldering dull ache. She leaned over him, and repeated with his other nipple, first licking it and suckling on him before adding the second clamp. Her trick worked as he now lay still, focused on the dull ache in his nipples. She pulled gently on the chain that connected the clamps and teased his captured sensitive nipples, enjoying his reactions of pain and pleasure.

Satisfied, she dropped the chain unceremoniously on his chest, and swung her leg over him, straddling his chest. She sat astride him facing his feet, taking his rigid cock into her hand. She stroked him slowly. As she did so, she slid her pelvis back until her crotch floated inches above his face. Positioning herself so that her anal rosebud was over his mouth, she slowly sank down onto his face. He knew what she wanted, and he pushed his tongue against her pink rosebud. He pointed his tongue, and pushed it against her opening, and swirled it around and around. She sank deeper into him, enjoying his ass licking.

She loved the way he attacked her with his tongue. She was fortunate to have a slave who was so turned on by serving her orally. It felt good, and he always saw it as a reward. It was a win-win relationship. She felt her wetness in her pussy growing from his enthusiastic ass licking. Her hand absentmindedly stroked up and down along his shaft. His cock was drooling pre-cum. She leaned down, and licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. She felt him shudder from the touch of her tongue on his cock head. She leaned down again, and fluttered her tongue over his cock head, and felt him shudder again with excitement. She loved how little it took for her to reduce him to a puddle of lust. On one hand, he was weak. On the other, maybe her grip on his psyche was so tight that she was just that good. She liked the latter rationale, and she smiled to herself, feeling him squirm beneath her as she continued to tease his cock with her tongue and mouth.

She rolled her hips, and pushed her wet hot pussy onto his mouth. She felt his tongue push inside her immediately. She let out a cry of delight as his tongue slid up and down her lips. Her orgasm was already forming. She had a ways to go, but she knew it was growing inside her. Another shift in her position, and he was able to lick her clit. She reached beneath her, and took ahold of the chain, and pulled it taut, causing the nipple clamps to squeeze tighter. She felt him stiffen beneath her as the clamps sent jolts of pain through his sensitive nipples.

With one hand tugging the chain, and the other stroking his cock, she took his head into her mouth. She knew how much he liked it when she sucked on his cock. It was a treat, and tonight, she was in a giving mood. The harder she sucked on his cock, the harder he sucked on her clit. She loved how he responded to her oral ministrations. It didn’t take long before she felt her own orgasm nearing. She jacked his cock with her hand, and pulled harder on the nipple clamps as she felt her orgasm crashing over her. Just as the nipple clamps pulled free of his nipples, he came into her mouth. She sucked his cock while he sucked on her clit, each pushing the other through wave after wave of euphoria.

As she came down, she swiveled herself and faced her slave. Her eyes glinted in the cool light of the clock. He knew that he was being rewarded, and he could nothing more than smile as she bent down to kiss him.

She let his cum flow into his mouth as they kissed deeply. Tongues dancing between them. He tasted his cum, and he sucked her tongue, making sure to get every last drop. When they broke the kiss, he swallowed his cum.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said, smiling up at her.

She simply smiled at him, then pulled the sheets over the two of them, ready to sleep.

The afternoon passed by lazily as Mistress had me attend to her while she read and watched TV. She had reinserted the plug in my ass, but otherwise seemed pleased to like to have me naked while serving her drinks, and massaging her feet. Dinner preparation was a little tricky as I was worried that I would spill something hot on myself or that oil might splatter from the stovetop and burn me, but my fears were unwarranted. Mistress kept watch, and I think I caught her smiling at me when I bent over to look in the oven. In that position, I know my ass was presented toward her, and the base of the plug was most easily seen.

As usual, Mistress allowed me a bite for every three or four of her own. I gave her a larger than normal serving, but she simply left some of it on the plate.

“Come my pet, you have some more lessons to learn,” she said, walking to the bedroom. I followed, feeling myself become aroused by the thought of new lessons. She noticed my arousal, and smirked. “I see you are an eager little slut tonight. First, stand here,” she indicated the center of the bedroom. She walked slow circles around me, her fingers brushing lightly along my skin. From behind me, she reached around me with both arms, and took my nipples between her thumb and fingers. She squeezed gently at first, rolling them slightly. I could feel her warmth as she pressed her body against mine from behind while she played with my nipples. She squeezed harder, and began to twist my nipples. The sensations went from pleasurable to painful quickly. I focused on breathing, and I tried not to react.

“Good, my pet. You are learning,” she said. I felt that warmth inside me again at her praise. She released my nipples, and I could hear her rummaging through her bag. She came around in front of me again, holding something in her hand. It was metal, and had a chain connecting two round metal clamps. I knew instantly that these were nipple clamps. They had a rather complicated looking design, and I suspected there was more to them then I knew. She flicked on one of my nipples, and I felt it hardening at her touch. She pinched it, and I watched as she squeezed the clamp, opening it wide enough to grab ahold of my nipple. As she released the clamp, it bit down, and a hot pain burned through my nipple for a moment, but quickly faded to a sharp ache. She repeated the process on my other nipple. The chain hung cold against my chest between the clamps. Looking into my eyes, Mistress smiled again.

“Pet, these clamps will hurt a little, but as you know, the pain is worse when they come off. They also have a special design to them. If you pull on this chain, it actually makes the clamps squeeze harder.” She demonstrated by pulling gently on the chain. It wasn’t simply that the clamps pulled on my nipples, the design of the clamp was such that they actually squeezed harder. She teased me with the chain while watching my reaction. I could tell she was enjoying watching me anticipate the increased pressure as she pulled and tugged on the chain.

“Good, now, let me find some more toys from my bag…” she said playfully as she disappeared behind me. When she reappeared, she held a harness made of rings and leather that I knew was intended for my cock. She grinned, clearly very pleased with herself.

“I wasn’t going to use this, but since you were so greedy and weak last night, and you didn’t wait for your cummies, I’m going to have to bind you for the rest of the weekend. She looked down at my hard cock and shook her head. “Well, I’m going to have to do something about this. No way this will fit when you are standing at attention like that. Go to the freezer and bring me some ice, quickly!” I walked as fast as I could without running to the kitchen to retrieve some ice from the freezer. With each step, the chain on the nipple clamps bounced against my chest, reminding me of the pain that had become a constant. As I got the ice into a small bowl, I knew what she intended to do, and somehow, I still worked as quickly as I could to complete my task. Unfortunately, knowledge of what Mistress was about to do to me only made my cock harder. Returning to the bedroom, I found Mistress sitting on the edge of the bed. She beckoned me to her, and I held the bowl in front of me within easy reach of Mistress.

She took a few cubes of ice from the bowl, looked at me, smiled, and licked it seductively with the tip of her tongue. Then she took ahold of my cock, and began to rub the ice cube up and down my shaft. The cold was both painful and arousing. Watching her stroking me with the ice cube was so erotic that my mind could not make heads or tails of the situation. I could feel the cold water running down my shaft, over my balls, and dripping down my legs. By all accounts, my cock should have been retreating and trying to hide from this torment, but seeing Mistress’s face so close to my cock, hands holding my shaft while rubbing me with the ice had me totally aroused.

“Hmm…this doesn’t seem to be having the desired effect, does it?” she mused. She reached into the bowl and took a few more cubes. With one handful, she cupped my balls and with the other, she rubbed my head with an ice cube. This double shot of cold quickly did away with my erection. She worked quickly, and encased my cock and balls in the harness. One ring fit around both my cock and balls, tight against my body. Two others separated my balls, and the others caged my cock. Pulling down on the rings around my cock, she bent it down and using a leather tie on the harness, secured it to the base of the ring that was pressed against my body. In this way, I could tell that I would never reach an erection since there was no way my cock would be able to straighten, nor was there room to grow as the rings were snug around my shaft.

Smiling, Mistress sat and admired her handy work. “There you go my Pet. That should help you control yourself since you were unable to do so last night.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“Its time for your punishment, pet,” she said. “If you were hungry at dinner, then you should have said so. Giving me an extra large helping was a sneaky way to try and get more for yourself, but not acceptable. Did you think I was so easily manipulated? Get on the bed, on your back.”

I did as she asked, and she used rope to tie me spread eagle to the bed. The wrist and ankle cuffs made for easy work for her, and in minutes, I was immobilized. She climbed onto the bed, and stood over me. She hooked her fingers under her skirt and pushed it over her hips until it fell to her ankles. She stepped out of it, and playfully flipped it onto my face with her foot. I was still able to see her, and I watched as she pulled her tank top over her head, exposing the rest of her naked body.

She turned around, and then knelt down, straddling my face with her hips, her pussy just inches above my face. Reaching back, she pulled her skirt from my face and tossed it out of the way.

“If you were so hungry my pet, you should have told me. I am always happy to feed my pet,” she said, lowering herself onto my face. I began licking her pussy, tasting her sweetness on my tongue. I felt her breath on my caged cock, and then her tongue, snaking between the rings of the harness. My cock responded, and began to swell, only to be thwarted by the harness. I groaned involuntarily as I felt my cock pushing against the rings trying to swell and to straighten. Mistress continued to tease me while I sucked and licked her pussy. I could tell Mistress was enjoying herself as her pussy was flowing freely. The more I licked her, the more she teased my caged cock.

I sense she was getting close to climax as she sat up, and ground her pussy into my face. She took ahold of the chain attached to the nipple clamps, and she pulled, sending sharp hot pulses through my nipples and into my core.
“Mmmm that’s it pet, don’t stop,” she moaned as she pulled harder on the chain. Mistress rolled her hips placing her clit over my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly, fluttering my tongue over with quick hard strokes. This pushed Mistress over the edge, and her legs clamped down on my head, and her body convulsed in orgasm. In her euphoria, she yanked on the chain, pulling it hard enough to come off. The pain was sudden and searing hot, but dissipated quickly.

Mistress continued to ride my face, urging me to suck and lick her clit while she teased my cock mercilessly for another hour. By the end of the hour, my cock was aching for release. Mistress lifted herself from me, and sat beside me on the bed.

“Mistress, please…my cock…” I pleaded not knowing what I really wanted. I knew she wasn’t going to let me cum, so what was the point of removing the cage? On the other hand, at this point, simply being allowed to get hard seemed like it would offer me some sense of relief.

“Pet, do you want me to release you? Do you think you can handle it? Remember, you cummies for you until I say so. Being caged like that ensures you will control yourself,” she chided.

Alone, I had controlled myself for days previously. But with her here, teasing me, I doubted if I would be able to maintain control. Looking in her eyes, I could tell she knew that as well, and this was yet another test. I dropped my gaze and looked at my caged cock.

“Mistress, I think I need your help. Please do not remove the cage,” I said, feeling myself give up more of myself to her than I had before.

“Good my pet, I’m glad you know your limits. Mistress will take care of you,” she cooed, stroking my chest with her finger tips. She leaned down over me, took my face in her hands, and kissed me deeply and passionately.

We returned from our dinner out to our hotel. As we walked by the hotel lounge to the elevators, I stole a glance and saw her sitting at the bar, watching for us. We had exchanged photos, so we would recognize each other. Of course, since I was wearing my collar, it was hard to miss me. Its not everyday that a man wears a leather slave collar in public. We made eye contact, and she smiled.

I followed Mistress to the elevator, and we made our way to our room. Mistress stepped out of her high heels, and ordered him to strip out of his clothing. Beneath his slacks and shirt, he wore panties and stockings, and in his ass a vibrating egg that she controlled. Throughout dinner, whenever she pleased, she set it vibrating inside him, sending waves of pleasure through him at the most inopportune moments.

Just as he was finished removing his clothing, down to his panties and stockings only, he knelt before her. He was nervous as he was about to share his surprise with Mistress, and he knew not whether she would be angered or delighted.

“Mistress….” he started.

“Yes, my bitch, what is it. You look nervous,” she replied, still dressed in her short leather dress and stockings.

“Mistress, I know that you like surprises. You told me so…” he started again. “I have a surprise for you.” He looked up at her face, and she smiled, excited.

“You are such a good little bitch. What did you get for your Mistress?” she asked. Just then, as if on cue, there was a soft knocking at the door. A look of annoyance, then realization crossed her face. He smiled back at her.

“Your surprise Mistress. I hope you like it,” he offered.

“Well, are you going to get the door, bitch?” she questioned him, all softness gone from her voice. He quickly got to his feet, and padded to the door. He peered through the peep hole, and saw her there. He opened the door, and stepped to the side, head bowed.

“Please come in, Mistress awaits,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, a nervous flutter in her voice. She was wearing a short sexy dress that left little to the imagination. It had a plunging neckline that made it obvious that she wore no bra. She wore spiked heels, and as she walked past him, he saw seamed stockings that disappeared under her dress. He shut the door, and flipped the bolt, then followed her into the room. Mistress was sitting on the end of the bed, legs crossed, waiting.

He realized that they had never actually exchanged names, just emailing back and forth using initials to sign their notes. He knew her only as “A”. “A” knelt at Mistresses feet, bowed forward, and kissed her foot.

“Mistress, may I serve you tonight?” she asked, her nerves apparent in her voice.

Mistress looked at her, examining her with her eyes. I knelt behind “A” and watched, hoping to see some acceptance in her eyes.

“Well, bitch, you’ve out done yourself with this surprise,” she said, looking past “A” and directly at me. “What do you call your gift?”

“Um…I only know her as ‘A’ Mistress,” I admitted.

“Well, that won’t do, now will it. Do you have a name little slut?” she asked her.

“Abby, Mistress my name is Abby,” she answered.

“Abby…I like that. Now I have my little bitch Geoff and my little slut Abby,” she smiled. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Stand slut Abby,” she commanded. Abby stood. Mistress stood too, and started walking a slow circle around her. Her hands touching Abby, examining her. When she was behind her, she stopped, and she took ahold of her dress’s zipper, and pulled it down slowly revealing her naked back. Abby shivered with excitement. Mistress slipped the dress from her shoulders and it fell in a puddle of fabric around her ankles. Beneath her dress, she wore a garter, thigh high stockings, and a tiny thong. She stepped out of her dress, then her heels. With her heels, she was taller then Mistress. Mistress purred in approval. Looking over her should down at me, Mistress spoke.

“You really have outdone yourself bitch. You have earned a reward for this one,” she said.

She returned her focus to Abby. She reached around Abby, and from her reaction, Mistress was playing with her breasts.

“Tell me, slut, do you like a little pain?” Mistress asked.

“Yes, Mistress. I have experimented with it, and I think I like it,” she answered, no longer nervous, but now struggling to speak through her excitement and likely some pain.

“Good. Then you and I will get along just fine. Let me see…” she mused, and I saw her reach with one hand down Abby’s body, and I could see Abby buckle a little. “Don’t move now little slut. Nice pussy lips you have. Good shave job. Nice and smooth.”

“Thank you Mistress. I got waxed just yesterday for you.”

“Tell me, slut, will you obey me no matter what?” Mistress asked.

“Yes Mistress, I will obey you,” she answered.

“So, if I told you to lick my sweet ass, you would do so without hesitation? If I gave my bitch a reward and let him fuck you, you would let him?” she quizzed her.

“Yes Mistress. I would lick you, and I would let him fuck me,” she answered with obvious excitement in her voice. I realized that Mistress was still touching her pussy, and while I couldn’t see, I knew she was playing with her clit while she spoke into her ear.

“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’ve got all night…get on bed, on your back,” she ordered, and slapped her ass playfully. Abby quickly climbed onto the bed, and lay on her back, looking back at Mistress and stealing a quick glance at me.

“Your first reward,” Mistress said to me, “is that you get to watch while slut Abby licks my ass and my pussy. If she’s good, I might just give her a little reward too, and you can watch that too. First, help me undress.”

I helped unzip her dress. She let it fall off her lithe form, and I collected it, and lay it gently across a lounge chair so that it wouldn’t be wrinkled. I took Abby’s dress and did the same and scooped up Mistress’s thong as well. As I was taking them both to the lounge chair, I took a quick smell of her thong letting her sweet aroma fill my senses. I then returned to my kneeling position at the foot of the bed. Mistress was already on her knees, straddling Abby’s face. She spread her knees wide, spreading her ass cheeks apart, then settled herself down so that Abby could lick her. From my vantage point I could see her tongue snake upwards to meet Mistress. I know how much Mistress enjoys a good as licking, and it was clear that Abby was doing a good job.

Mistress rode Abby’s face like this for at least 10 minutes before shifting her position slightly allowing her to lick her pussy. Throughout, Mistress had been playing with Abby’s ample breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples. Watching her supple flesh beneath Mistress’s fingers had me turned on more than I could have imagined. I could see Abby was excited. Her pussy lips were beginning to swell, and I could see a sheen of wetness on them already. Mistress was also aroused, and with Abby tonguing her pussy, I could see her beginning to climb toward an orgasm.

“Oh god…yessss….slut that feels good. Bitch you have pleased your Mistress tonight. This one knows how to eat pussy! Don’t stop slut…suck on my clit now…” she ordered, rolling her hips and pushing her clit into Abby’s mouth. I could see Abby’s tongue fluttering over Mistress’s clit with amazing speed. Mistress was leaning forward now, taking her weight on her hands. I knew she was close. Abby closed her lips around her clit, and I could see her suck Mistress’s clit hard. Mistress cried out. “Oh yesss…I’m cumming….slut don’t stop slut….” Mistress’s body shuddered and convulsed as her orgasm ripped through her. As she regained her breath, she looked up at me and smiled.

“Did you enjoy that my little bitch?” she asked me.

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress,” I answered. I looked down at my swollen cock, still wrapped tightly in my satin panties. A large wet spot marked my excitement as pre-cum had been leaking from my cock.

“Slut Abby, that was very good. Do you taste as good as you smell?” she asked rhetorically. Mistressed leaned down, and spread Abby’s legs wider, and pulled her lips apart with her fingers. I watched in complete rapture as Mistress’s pierced tongue began to lick Abby’s pussy. Abby immediately began to moan and mewl with pleasure. “Mmmm you do taste good. My bitch knows that I like to play with girls. You are a wonderful surprise,” she said, then returned to her licking. I could tell Abby had not stopped licking Mistress. I continued to watch as the two of them pleasured each other in a 69 position. My cock was straining to be freed from the confines of my panties, and I wanted so badly to stroke myself, but I knew that I had to wait or else ruin any chances I had of reward. As I watched, I recalled the email exchanges I had with Abby. I had posted to Craigslist looking for a woman to surprise Mistress with, but really didn’t think I’d get a response. Then, one night, Abby wrote to me, and from there, we emailed back and forth a number of times, setting up our little surprise.

Soon, Mistress had Abby on the edge of climax. She stopped licking her, and a grin crossed her face. “Slut, you know that you can’t cum without my permission, right?” A grunt of acknowledgement came from Abby as she continued to lick Mistress. “Good, and are you close slut?”

“Uh huh,” she grunted in the affirmative.

“So, if I keep licking you, will it be hard for you to hold back,” she asked, licking her clit a few times.

“Mmm….uh huh….” she groaned again. Clearly, she would not be able to hold back if Mistress continued. I knew the pleasures of Mistress’s tongue, and I knew the predicament that Abby was in. Mistress resumed her licking, although just a little at a time, sensing Abby’s arousal, and backing off each time she neared her orgasm. I could tell Abby was growing frustrated, being so close to climax.

Mistress was also growing more aroused, and I could sense that she too was nearing another orgasm. When she stopped licking Abby altogether, and closed her eyes, I knew she was letting the sensations take her to bliss again. This time, her orgasm seemed to be less intense, but it lasted for what felt like a couple minutes, and she looked no less satisfied when it was over.

After, Mistress, got off of Abby’s face, and slid to the side. I could see Abby’s face was wet with Mistress’s cum. She lay back against the head board, naked and beautiful. She was radiant and glowing, with a peaceful look on her having just cum again.

“Both of you…I had not planned for the both of you tonight, so I need to think about what to do with you. Come here, and suck on my nipples. I will think better that way,” she smiled. Abby and I took kneeled at her sides, and took a nipple into our mouths. I suckled on her nipple, biting it lightly, and tonguing it as I knew she liked. I watched Abby as she fluttered her tongue lightly over her nipple. Mistress purred, content with her two slaves pleasuring her as she thought about what to do next…

Traffic was horrible in the city that day. I had been watching the morning news and saw that an accident had clogged up all the major arteries as people were trying to take alternate routes, only to create new bottlenecks on roads that were usually clear. I thanked my lucky stars that I lived near the metro, and my appointment this morning was easily accessible using public transit. I checked myself once more in the mirror to make sure I looked sharp. I was headed to a job interview, and having been laid off recently, I needed this job. I made my across town in a reasonable time, and emerged from the metro onto the street. The traffic here was just as bad. I took a quick look at my watch and saw I had 15 minutes. I knew I had only a short 5 minute walk to where I was going.

I walked toward my destination, looking at the street signs at each cross street. I was a little surprised that the buildings in this area were more residential than business, but some of the brownstones had signs hanging in front for various professional offices, lawyers, doctor, financial planner, so I wasn’t too worried. When I reach 69th, I took a left, and started looking for number 532. When I found it, it was a rather nondescript brownstone. It didn’t have any sign out front, just the number on the door. The door knocker had an ornate gargoyle’s head on it. Looking around, I saw no other entrance, so I knocked.

In a few moments, the door opened. Beyond the doorway was a small entry room. It had richly hued wood and wallpapers. Mostly red tones and deep dark mahogany. It was opulent, and that boded well. No wonder this place was hiring, they must be successful. Oddly, no one greeted me at the door. Then I heard a feminine voice from behind the door.

“Are you coming?”

“Oh, yes, sorry,” I answered. I didn’t quite understand what she was doing behind the door, but I was the interviewee, so it was my not place to question. I entered, and began to turn to greet her when she issued a command in a confident voice that had me immediately at attention.

“Stay there, and keep your eyes forward,” she ordered. I heard the door shut behind me and latch. I was confused, but played along figuring this was part of the interview.

“Hi, I’m here for the interview?” I asked.

“Yes, I know why you are here,” she replied in a dismissive tone. “I’ll take this, you won’t need it,” and I felt her take my briefcase from my hand. Then, her hands grasped my wrists, pulled them behind me, and I felt something pinch my wrists. I jerked them forward, wincing in pain and realized that I couldn’t move my hands back. I was handcuffed or somehow had my hands secured behind my back. I began to protest when strong hands held my head, and something was forced into my mouth. I heard a click, and could feel a round ball in my mouth and a strap tightly wrapped around my head. In seconds, I was handcuffed and gagged. I was confused, and my fear began to over take my senses. I was frozen in place. The hands wrapped something around my neck, and I suddenly realized that perhaps I was about to be strangled. I screamed through the gag, and hearing myself, felt some sense of relief since I could still breath. Around my neck was something tight, but I could breath. Another click beneath my chin, and I felt a tug.

In front of me now, walking down a hallway to my left was the woman. What I could see of her only further confused me. She was shorter than me, had long black hair, and legs were wrapped in black leather boots that ended just below her knees. Her ass swayed with each step, fully exposed was her back except for a harness that crisscrossed her back with leather straps. Just as this image was coalescing in my mind, the leash she had clipped to my neck pulled tight, and I was pulled forward. I almost lost my balance. I followed her down the hall, and around a corner. The room was dark. Soft lights glowed from the corners. Everything was the same mahogany and dark red hued wallpaper.

She led me to the center of the room. A small pillow lay on the hardwood floor at her feet. On the far wall, a giant wooden X leaned against the wall. To my right, something resembling a vaulting horse from a gymnastics gym stood near the wall except it too was made of dark wood with leather trim. It had three horizontal surfaces, two were lower and either side of the middle section. Metal rings were mounted all over it. Then, I looked back to this woman, and saw that she was staring at me, smirking.

“You like what you see, don’t you? It always gets my heart pumping. Now, kneel before me. The interview begins now,” she announced.

Bewildered, I knelt as she gave the leash a tug, pulling me downward. My face was now just inches from her. I looked straight ahead, and realized that the crisscrossed harness she wore left her breasts exposed as well as her shaved pussy. It was framed by a ring held in place just above her lips by straps that extended upward as well as around her hips. She wore a perfume that was an intoxicating mix of her feminine aroma and flowers.

My mind was blank at this point, my mind trying to catch up with my eyes.

“Tell me, why do you think I should take you into my service?” she asked, beginning the interview, reaching forward and removing the gag.

My eyes still resting on her bare pussy, I tried to focus my thoughts back on the interview. “I…I am very dedicated to my work. I am meticulous, and detail oriented. I have managed finances from individual portfolios to multi-million dollar projects….” I continued as best I could trying to explain why I would make a great financial manager. After a few minutes, I began to realize I was rambling, my focus shaken by her nakedness, and I stopped talking, and looked up toward her face.

“She smiled down at me, seemingly satisfied with my answer. And you’ve served before in this capacity?” she asked, extending her hand indicating the expanse of this room.

“Um…well, all finances are the same really, aren’t they?” I asked, trying to understand what she meant by the question.

“No, I think you misunderstand. This position, as you know, will require many skills, long hours, and as you said before, dedication and meticulous attention to details. That doesn’t bother you?”

“Um, no of course not,” I answered, but in doing so, I began to feel more and more concerned about what I was doing here. Not that I wasn’t already deeply concerned, but by now, could tell that somehow, I had stepped off of a precipice without even knowing it.

“Tell me, would you object to a trial run? Maybe a couple days, then we see how well we match up?” she asked. Her interest in me made my heart leap with excitement and dread at the same time. A job would be great, but it was clear that I really had misread the job description somewhere. By now, I felt like I was running down a hill, unable to stop my momentum.

“Umm…yes, sure that sounds great,” I said, hearing my voice, but not knowing who was speaking.

“Good, you came well recommended, and I am eager to start. Alize especially said you had a talented tongue. I think we should definitely find out if she’s right. You may stand.” She took the leash, and clipped it to a chain that hung above my head that I didn’t see before.

I was now throughly confused. I didn’t know anyone named Alize, and I my references were in my briefcase, but I had never given them to her, nor would she have had the time to check them. I stood, dumbfounded, but followed along. She circled me as if she were inspecting me. She circled around me again, and while out of site, I heard her walk to the end of the room behind me. I could hear her moving things around, but what she was doing was a mystery. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she approached me from behind. My mind raced. I should run, I kept telling myself, but how? I was handcuffed, and the leash was attached to the chain. I would never make it anywhere. Fear began to overwhelm my consciousness.

I felt her hands now on my suit coat. Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of scissors cutting fabric. She was cutting my suit jacket of off me. A this stage, I was too shocked and confused to object. It only took a few minutes, and she had cut off my jacket and my shirt. Then she reached around my waist, and undid my belt and opened my slacks, allowing them to drop to my ankles. I stood with my slacks bunched up around my ankles and boxers.

“Take off your shoes, and step out of your pants.”

I complied, strangely compelled by her voice, so confident and assertive. She spoke like her requests and everything around us was perfectly normal. She pulled my socks down, and I lifted my feet without being prompted. Then, my boxers fell to my feet, and I stood naked in the middle of the room.

She circled me again, assessing me again. Her fingers traced invisible lines over my body as she examined every bit of me. Standing behind I felt her breasts pushed up against my back. I felt my cock begin to grow with excitement despite my fear and confusion. Then her hands slid around my chest, and she pinched my nipples. Not too hard, but enough to send a tickle through my body, and definitely to my growing arousal. I looked down and watched as her hands slid there way down my body toward my cock. It was like I was watching TV I was so bewildered. I had completely disassociated myself from what was happening.

As one of her hands wrapped around my shaft, the other cupped my balls. She started to massage my balls between her fingers, and her other hand gently squeezed my cock, stroking it lightly. Quickly, I was fully erect.

“Good, everything works as it should,” she said. She reached above me, and unclipped the leash, then walked away from me and gave the leash a tug. I turned around to follow her. On the far wall was what I could only describe as a throne. It was built into the wall, made of the same mohagany with fabric cushions of the same deep red as the walls. It was ornately carved, and I could see that the wood was highly polished from wear in some places. She turned, sat as if she were a queen, pulling me toward her. I took a good look at her from head to toe, realizing just how beautiful she was. She looked powerful sitting in this throne, legs crossed, breasts proudly on display.

She uncrossed her legs, and using her foot, flipped a padded bench out from the base of the throne. I instinctively knew that was for me to kneel upon. I lowered myself to a kneeling position before her.

“Good, you know your place well. Perhaps Alize was right about you.”

There was that name again. Her words started to bring me back to the reality of the situation. I was bound, naked in a dimly lit room, kneeling at the feet of a beautiful nearly naked woman. I started trying to weigh my situation rationally and quickly realized that no logic I knew could find come up with a pros and cons solution to this situation. Lost for a moment in my own thought, I realized she was again talking to me.

“…if she was right about you. Consider this your first test,” she said. She spread her legs wider, and using the leash pulled me forward toward her. Her pussy was on display before me. The leash continued to pull me to her pussy, and I remembered what she had said earlier about Alize and my tongue. She meant for me to lick her pussy.

My rational mind was screaming at me to pull away. I didn’t know this woman, and I shouldn’t be here. But another voice spoke into my consciousness. It was her.

“Mmmm, now, lick me and show me how talented that tongue is. No lips for now, just your tongue,” she encouraged me.

Her soft but commanding voice won over my rational mind, and I reached out with my tongue and licked lightly along her pussy lips. Her perfume and her womanly scent filled my senses. All rational thought was erased, and my sexual autopilot took over under the direction of her voice. As I licked her lips and flicked my tongue over her clit, she cooed and gave me small instructions, “Yes, more there,…slower now…harder…softer…”. Then after what was probably close to 15 minutes of licking her with my tongue she told me to suck on her pussy. “Use your lips now, suck on me, drink my nectar. Bring me my orgasm.”

Hearing this, I leaned forward and took her lips between mine, sucking them into my mouth, tonguing them. I pushed my tongue deep between her lips and tasted her juices. She tasted sweet like honey. I attacked her pussy now with vigor, sucking on her clit, working it over with my tongue. I could sense her breathing was getting heavier and faster. My back ached with the strain of leaning into her for so long. I gave up holding myself up, and let my weight fall to my face as I pressed harder into her pussy with my mouth. My tongue flicking furiously over her clit now, every few strokes, taking a long deep stroke between her lips to capture her juices.

“Yes, that’s it,” she cooed, and then I felt her hand on the back of my head pressing me into her pussy. Her body shuddered as she climaxed. A rush of juices poured from her pussy, and I drank from her. I continued to lick her through wave after wave of her climax. Just as I thought she was coming down, she was overtaken by yet another orgasm. Her pussy flowed again with copious juices. When she finally came down from her climax, she released my head, and pushed me away, clearly now too sensitive to have my tongue on her. When she caught her breath, she took the leash, clipped it to a ring on the throne, and stood.

“Wait here.”

She walked to the side of the throne where a storage cabinet of some sort stood. On it, I could see she reached out and picked up a cell phone. It was blinking, and she hit a few buttons, read the screen, and tilted her head a bit, seeming to be confused. Then, she thumbed in a number of keystrokes, obviously texting someone, then with a bit of show, pushed send. Then, placed the phone back onto the cabinet, and returned to the throne where I still knelt.

“Sorry about that. Now, where were we? A yes, your first test. You did quite well with your first test. Ready for your next test?”

“Um…er…I…” I stammered. My mind was now more confused than before. My rationale mind had returned and was screaming at me to get out. That this woman was out of her mind. But another voice inside me was telling me to stay. Some part of me enjoyed licking this beautiful woman to climax. That part of me was asking if my next test might be to have sex with her, and could that be all that bad?

She gave me a knowing smile, told me to stand, and pulled me across the room. She pulled a long thin black pointer of some sort off of the wall as she move across the room. We stopped in front of the strange gymnastics-like vaulting horse. She used the pointer to tap the top of the horse, and told me to get on. Another few taps on the lower flat sections, and she said to put my knees there. I quickly understood what she wanted, but hesitated. I heard a swishing sound, and a slap and searing pain in my ass. Then another swish and another searing pain, this time on my other ass cheek. I screamed in surprise and pain. It took me a moment to process that she had just hit me with the long black pointer.

“I said, mount the horse. Do you need more encouragement from my crop?” she asked.

Now in pain, and not really thinking, I just looked to her, bewildered. I could sense she saw my confusion, and then two more quick snaps of her crop, and two more white hot painful eruptions on my ass. I was confused, but not so much that I didn’t realize that if I didn’t do as she said, I would be struck again. I mounted the horse. I found with my knees on the lower shelf, my upper body was comfortably resting along the top padded surface. My hands were still bound behind me, although my weight was supported by the top of the horse. I began to turn my head around to look back at her when another snap hit me, and another painful jolt shot through me. She walked forward, standing in front of me, and pulled my head down by the leash. My face rested on the top of the horse, and I heard a click. I found I couldn’t pick up my head. The leash was pulled down and secured.

“What the–” I started to object when another searing jolt of pain shot through my ass. I was scared and bewildered, but not dumb. I shut my mouth.

I could move my head enough to look left or right. I felt her wrap something around my ankles, and then another click. My ankles soon suffered the same fate as my wrists. Totally immobilized, I gave up hope of escape. Resigned to my bondage, I relaxed a little, resting my face on the horse. In this new more relaxed state, I realized I could smell her sex on me. My face was still slick with her juices, and its scent was still in my nose.

I could not stop my mind from fighting an internal battle between my rationale self, screaming to try and find an escape from this woman who was clearly nuts. Who does this to someone in an interview? She should be arrested?! On the other hand, who was I to complain when I had just been licking a beautiful woman’s pussy? All this raged on inside my head, and I had completely lost track of her. When I felt a cool sensation on my ass, I was suddenly back in the room with her.

Her fingers began to slide up and down my ass crack. I could feel her spreading a cool substance down my crack, and I jumped a bit when her fingers passed over my asshole. I knew it was coming, but somehow, feeling her touch me there was still a surprise. Her fingers stroked up and down over my asshole, and then her fingers pushed gently against my asshole. I gasped and jumped again as her finger pushed inside me. I tried to squeeze harder to prevent her from invading my ass, but I was really in no position to prevent her. I realized the substance was lube, and I concluded that I was totally helpless. She worked her finger in and out of me. No one had ever touched me there, and I was surprised that the sensation was perversely enjoyable.

She added another finger, then another. She was stretching my ass more than I thought possible, but despite the stretching feeling, I was also insanely aroused. By now, the rationale side of me had completely receded, and I was swept up by the sensations. I realized that I was actually moaning like a woman getting fucked as she fucked my ass with her fingers.

“Good boy,” she cooed and then pulled her fingers out of me. I was decidedly disappointed and felt empty. Moments later, I felt something being pushed against my ass. This was larger, and cool to the touch. It pushed against my opening, and I could feel it pushing inside me. Soon, it stretched me like before, but it kept pushing deeper and kept growing larger. I thought my ass was going to tear open, and I was about to scream out when whatever was invading my ass popped inside me, and the stretching was suddenly relieved. I took a deep breath, and felt my ass was still being stretched, but not as much as her fingers had, and I had a feeling of fullness. I knew I couldn’t because of my position on the horse and the restraints, but I felt so full that I wasn’t sure I would be able to close my legs if I were in a position to try.

“There we go. Now that plug feels nice doesn’t it?” she asked, patting my ass and tapping on the plug. Each tap on the plug resonated deep inside me, and I felt my cock twitch. “Now, time to continue our interview, OK?” she asked, tapping harder on the plug. I could only grunt in the affirmative not trusting my voice as the plug was pulsing inside me causing incredible waves of pleasure that I didn’t know possible.

“This position will require long hours, sometimes in uncomfortable positions. It will require great sacrifices at times. But, with those sacrifices come great rewards,” she continued, pushing and wriggling the plug for emphasis as she said ‘rewards’. My mind was following her words, but not fully comprehending them. It did understand the warm pulsating feelings emanating from the plug. It did understand that whatever she said, if I could have those feelings again, I should do whatever it took to get them.

“…and you will need to cut off ties to most all of your existing friends and associates as you would be mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?”

“Uh…yes, I understand,” I managed.

“Good. So you say you are good with money. This relationship is based on trust. If you violate my trust, you know that I will come down on you severely. I will show no mercy. On the other hand, if you manage the finances well, and we are successful here, then you will be rewarded,” she again emphasized ‘rewarded’ this time by thrusting the plug in and out of my ass like she was fucking me.

“Mmm…oooh…yes, I understand,” I gasped barely able to speak through the distraction of having my ass fucked by her plug.

The interview continued like this for quite some time. She quizzed me on many topics from my knowledge of finance to social graces and cooking and cleaning. I was still unsure why these questions, but I had long given up caring. I was more focused on providing answers that she liked. Each time I answered correctly, she used the plug to reward me. As I made mistakes, she began to use her crop to punish me. After what must have been an hour, she announced that we were done, and that it was time for us to move on to the next phase of our trial. I didn’t fully understand her meaning. She had released me from my bindings, and had me standing beside her as she explained that we she had some financial matters she wanted me to look at, and that if I could clear things up for her, she would reward me. She said this all the while stroking my hard cock.

She led me by the lease out of the room, down a hallway, and up a staircase. At the top of the stairs, she entered a code on a number pad mounted next to the wall, but it was too fast for me to see. The door clicked, and she opened the door. The upstairs was area was decorated in a similar style, but more subdued, and it was brighter. I looked into rooms as we passed them seeing what you would expect in a residence. We eventually ended up in an office or den. There were two desks, one very large mahogany desk, and a smaller one of the same style. She sat me at the smaller desk and proceeded to bring me file folders filled with receipts, bank statements, and other financial records.

“Take a look at this paperwork. Here is a letter from the IRS. I am being audited for this irregularity that they note in here in the letter. I want to know if I can fix this, or if I am in error. I did not prepare my taxes myself, I had hired an accountant who is no longer in my service,” she said in a business-like fashion. She went to tell me that I could take the rest of the day to look over the papers, and that she hoped I would give her a report by the end of the day. I was not to leave the room, and that she would check on me periodically. She explained all this while slowly stroking my cock, and she finished with, “and if I like your work, then you will be rewarded,” and gave my cock a squeeze.

By now, as you would guess, I was both relieved and confused. The paperwork was all familiar, and the task straight forward. Actually doing work like this in an interview was a bit out of the ordinary, although he had been given tasks before that he assumed were made up or at least using records that were long since rectified whereas this paperwork was clearly a real pending issue. As odd as this was, of course, the hour and a half that preceded this, and the fact that he sat naked except for a collar and a leash was shat kept him off-balance.

As he looked through the records, some pieces began to come together. The audit issue had to do with expenses that had been deducted for a home office and equipment. The figure was extremely high. But, after looking at the actual business, it became clear that there really was no audit issue. He was able to piece it all together in a few hours time. She checked on me a couple times while I worked, and she allowed me a bathroom break. She even dropped off a sandwich and a drink.

At the end of the day, she returned, and asked him for his report. I explained that since that the total amount deducted had sent up a red flag at the IRS, but that the details in the receipts and the nature of the business would clearly explain the total. My professional opinion was that there was no issue, and that I would be happy to work with the auditor to clear things up. I could see tension disappear from her as I explained this, and as I finished my report, she smiled.

“This is good news. I am very pleased with your work. You have earned a reward, but before I give it to you, let me take you on a tour of my home. You’ve seen my office, both of them, I’d like you to see the rest.”

She took the leash and led me back out into the rest of the residence. It extended up 3 more floors, totally 5 floors in all. It was all beautifully furnished, and maintained a consistent feel of opulence that I had noticed when I had first entered the downstairs entryway. The second floor included a parlor, a small kitchenette, sitting room, and even a mini home theatre space. The third floor included a formal dining room, kitchen, another parlor and a library. I sensed that as we worked our way up, we were moving from larger entertainment spaces toward smaller, more intimate spaces. The fourth floor had another small kitchenette, a living room, a bedroom, and to my surprise, another large room filled with equipment similar to what we saw in the basement. In this room, she took more time to show me around, and explained that this was her personal playroom. When we finally reached the fifth floor, she showed me the master bedroom. It took up most of the fifth floor. There was, of course, a huge bathroom that included a jacuzzi and a walk in closet that was more of a room then a closet. She led me back to the fourth floor, and she brought me to the playroom.

“I promised you a reward. I have a few more interview details that I think we should go through first. I took the liberty of reviewing your resume and references that I found in your briefcase. Your credentials are very impressive.” She reached forward, and unclipped the leash and handed it to me. “I want to apologize to you. It seems there’s been a misunderstanding.”

I felt the blood draining from my face. I was not going to get this job, and I had put up the most unconventional interview of my life. I was standing naked in front of this women! She clearly noticed my reaction and continued.

“Wait, please. Before you get upset…let me explain. You know my business. You’ve seen my financials. I was interviewing today for a new house boy. Someone who will live here with me, serve me. Attend to my every need. Every need,” she repeated and emphasized that last, “and that’s why we began our interview as we did. I received a text part way through from the man I had scheduled explaining that he was stuck in traffic. I texted him we would reschedule. By then, you were already doing so well. I also happen to need a new financial manager. I usually hire a standard accountant for that part of the work, but my last firm dropped me because they decided they did not want to be associated with my line of work. I’m prepared to offer you both jobs, and pay you for both jobs. What say you? Are you prepared to serve me?”

I stood there dumbfounded at her explanation. I looked around the room at the whips, ropes, strange furniture, and back to her. All I could really clearly remember in her explanation was that the job included attending to her every need. I still felt like I was running downhill, unable to control my momentum, knowing that to try and stop meant crashing to the ground, so I decided to keep on running. I reached for my neck, and managed to clip the leash back onto the collar. I moved a step closer to her, dropped to my knees, and handed her the leash. She smiled broadly, and pulled my face to her crotch, gently running her fingers through my hair.

“We are going to have a wonderful working relationship. You should know that I called your other interview, and cancelled it. I took the liberty of telling them that you took another position. And by the way, 69th Street is a long way from 69th Avenue. I will make sure to get you a better metro map as I can’t have my house boy lost in the city!”

I saw him enter just as the clock turned to 4 pm. On time, this time. He was scanning the tables looking for me, and when he found me, he smiled, and made a bee line for me. I sat demurely, waiting for him. I could see nervous excitement in the way he walked. It always makes me wet knowing what effect I have on him. I hadn’t even said a word, but I could tell he was aroused.

“You are on time today. Good. Sit,” I spoke with an even tone as there were others around us. It was nearing summer, and shoppers were all about in the mall. I like to meet him here in the food court because I know it makes him feel exposed. He sat across from me.

“Hi Mistress. I’m so happy to see you again,” he said. His voice barely concealed his excitement. He was like a puppy dog, ready to play.

“I’m glad to see you too. Now, we don’t have a lot of time before dinner, and I wanted to take you shopping. Come.” I stood, and started walking deeper into the mall. He caught up quickly, walking beside me, half a step behind. He knew his place, and I could feel myself getting wet. I glanced at him, and saw that he was scanning the crowds around us. I knew he was looking for anyone he knew, probably hoping that he wouldn’t be seen. I knew this was a risk for him. The fact that he would take that risk for me excited me to no end. We approached the lingerie store, and I saw his excitement growing. He was both nervous, but I could see it in his eyes that he was also fully aroused.

I led him around the store until we found the bins of panties. The store was having a sale, and they had set out big bins filled with panties of all colors and styles. We found a bin with a big “L” on the side, and I started digging into the bin.

“Look in that one there,” I motioned to another bin labeled “L”. “Pick out a few that you like. I’ll see what I can find.”

A pretty young girl, probably a few years younger than I walked up to us. She looked at me, then down at the bin, and back to me.

“Hi. Can I help you find your size today?” she asked politely. I could tell she was really telling me that I was not a size large, and that the smalls were on another table.

“Oh, we’re all set, thank you. These will fit him just fine,” I replied. The look on her face was priceless as was his reaction. Or perhaps more accurately, his lack of reaction. He just kept digging through the panties, and never looked up. I could tell he was too embarrassed to make eye contact with the sales girl. For her part, she did a good job recovering.

“Oh, OK. Is there anything in particular that I can help you find then?” she asked him, ducking down a little, and trying to look up into his face. He looked up at her. His face was clearly flushed with embarrassment.

“Um…no thanks. I’m doing fine,” he managed.

“OK. Let me know if I can help,” she offered, and moved on to other customers. She made eye contact with me as she walked past me. She had a look of awe in her eyes. I smiled to myself, and turned to watch her walk away, admiring her ass. Mental note: hot young girl at the lingerie store who might be willing to serve.

I looked back to my pet, and found that he had collected a couple pairs of panties. He liked satin and other silky smooth fabrics. I know that he liked the way the fabrics felt to his cock and to his touch. He also told me that he liked the way he could feel them rubbing or more like gliding against the fabric of his pants when he wore them. He also seemed attracted to the more feminine colors, pinks, reds, and of course black.

I had found a couple pairs as well including a satin pink thong with lacy trim. I held it up against him verifying the size. I could see behind him another shopper was looking at us. She was in older, probably 50s, and I could see the look of realization on her face when she saw me holding the thong against him. I looked at her, and met her eyes, giving her a look that said “I’m a feisty bitch, don’t mess with me,” and she quickly turned and walked to another part of the store. My pet was good. He turned to face me as I sized the thong against his body.

“Thank you, pet. That looks like it will be perfect, don’t you think?” He just nodded his approval. We kept looking in the bins until I found what I was looking for. It was a lacy sexy garter. “OK. Bring what you found, just one more thing, and we’ll be ready to go. I could feel my own thong was soaked by now beneath my skirt. I was so glad summer weather had begun allowing me to wearing short skirts again. I led him through the store to the hosiery section, scanned the display until I found a pair of lacy-top thigh highs. I took a pair in black. I was about to take him to the register when I had a sudden inspiration. I looked around the store, then led him to the back, behind a large display with mannequin forms on them wearing the latest lingerie. We were partially shielded from view from the rest of the store. I reached under my skirt, and quickly pulled my thong down over my hips and let it fall to my ankles. I stepped out of it, and lifted it up with my toe and took it in my hand. He was looking at me surprised by my actions. I held them to him, the wetness clearly visible. I turned it inside out with a flick of my wrist. The inside was shiny with my wetness.

“Open,” I said simply. He understood and opened his mouth. I stuffed the thong into his mouth, making sure to push the wet spot onto his tongue so he could taste me. I could tell he had my thong in his mouth, but it was small enough that he didn’t look like a chipmunk.

“Mmmm that tastes good, doesn’t it? Let’s go buy these panties, and then we can go to dinner,” I said, very pleased with myself.

I led him to the register, and the same girl rang up the sale. She continued to look from me to him and back.

“Did you find everything OK today?” she asked him. I watched him with amusement as he simply nodded unable to speak with my thong in his mouth. She sensed something was going on, but just swiped his credit card.

We walked out of the mall to my new car. I had him carry the bright pink bag filled with his new panties, garter and stockings. When we got into the car, I turned to him.

“Are you enjoying your appetizer?” I asked, thoroughly pleased with my idea. He nodded and a smile crossed his face.

“If you’re good, maybe I’ll give you dessert after dinner,” I suggested spreading my legs and pulling up my skirt exposing my pussy. He nodded enthusiastically.

He awoke to a warm sensation on his nipple which he knew was Mistress’s mouth. He opened his eyes to the sight of her licking and sucking on his nipple. Her hand wrapped around his growing cock. Then she bit down on his nipple hard enough to make him gasp, but he knew better then to jerk his body away from her.

“Mmmm. Good bitch,” she cooed, releasing his nipple for just a moment before resuming her attack. She switched to his other nipple, and repeated her actions. His cock was rock hard now, and she stroked him lightly. She sat up, and reached to his side. He realized that while he had napped beside her, she had assembled some hardware. He watched in anticipation as she placed a set of nipple clamps onto his nipples. They were attached to each other by a chain. They were the type that pinched harder when you pulled the chain. The burning sensation they produced, he knew, was only the beginning. He knew when she pulled on the chain, the clamps would tighten. Just as he thought this, she tugged on the chain to reinforce this idea in his head. She smiled at him, watching him react to the playful tugging on the chain.

He reached for her, wanting to take her into his arms, to hold her against his body. She caught his hands, and pushed them back to the bed, and shook her head and tsked. She pushed his hands above his head and toward the corners of the bed. Doing so, her breasts fell into his face, and he opened his mouth, hoping that she would allow him to suckle her breast. She held herself inches from his mouth, teasing him as she attached heavy leather cuffs to his wrists then clipped them to ties that she already had on the bed, restraining his hands. She turned, and repeated the process for his ankles, leaving him tied, spread eagle on the bed.

She swung a leg over his torso, and sat straddling his mid-section. She held her pussy just inches above his cock. Staring into his eyes, she reached down, took his cock, and then rubbed it against her pussy. He watched as his cock head brushed against her hot wet opening. He wanted to thrust himself up to bury his cock inside her, but resisted the temptation, knowing that she would dictate the pace. She moved her hips, rubbing her pussy against his shaft, spreading her juices over his cock. He could feel her wetness on him. Satisfied that he was well-lubricated, she released his cock, and it fell back, flat against his body, and she lowered herself onto it, pressing his cock against his body, and sliding her pussy up and down his length.

She took the nipple clamp chain in her hand, and held it like a reins on a horse. Rolling her hips, she rubbed her pussy and her clit along his hard cock, pulling gently on the chain as she did so. The soft, hot, wetness of her pussy on his cock felt incredible, but he knew it wasn’t enough to bring him to climax. The burning in his nipples sent a tickle through his body to his cock. With each tug, a bolt of heat flared in his nipples. They locked eyes as she rode him like this. He could see that she was getting more and more aroused. With her free hand, she alternated between pinching and playing with her own nipples and stroking her clit. Her breathing was becoming labored, and he knew she was bring herself to another orgasm. It built in her slowly, but he could see her eyes losing focus, just little by little, as her pleasure built.

She was gushing from her pussy now, and his cock was completely soaked by her as she continued to slide up and down his length. Little moans and cried escaped her lips. By now, she had closed her eyes, and her head was beginning to lean back. He knew she was close. Then, like a dam breaking, she cried out, and he watched as her orgasm burst. Her body convulsed, and her head fell back. He saw her pelvis shudder as her pussy contracted, and then she collapsed forward, still shuddering, her body resting against his. Her lips found his, and she kissed him hard. Her tongue snaked into his mouth, and she rode out her climax. Breaking the kiss, she gasped for air. Her hair falling around his face, she looked him in the eyes again, and he smiled knowing that she had taken another orgasm for herself.

She gave him another kiss, the broke away sooner that he wanted. In one smooth motion, she swiveled her body, and face his feet. Her wet swollen pussy lips inches from his face. She pushed her pussy back until she covered his mouth. He pushed his tongue into her and lapped up her cum juice hungrily. She ride his face like she rode his cock, sliding her pussy up and down his hungry lips and tongue, controlling where he stimulated her by how she positioned herself over him. He licked and sucked on her pussy happily, loving her taste and smell.

She leaned forward, and took his cock in her hand, stroking it lightly. It was still wet and slick with her juices. She snaked her tongue out, and began to lick her juices from him. She could taste herself on his cock which just turned her on more, which she knew meant that she would just get wetter feeding his thirst for her. She slowly sucked his cock into her mouth, treating him to a 69. At the same time, she shifted her pelvis so that her clit was squarely over his mouth. She felt him latch onto her pleasure center and suck hard. His tongue fluttered over her clit sending waves of pleasure through her body.

She kept sucking on his cock, using her tongue on his head, coaxing out drops of pre-cum. She took him into her mouth again until he was fully inside her, then held him there. She reached to her side, and found the anal plug and lube she had collected while he had slept. She squeezed out a generous amount of lube onto the plug, and used her hands to lubricate the plug. Then she used her fingers to spread more lube over his anal opening.

He felt her lubing his ass. He pushed his tongue inside her as far as he could, wriggling it, and tongue fucking her, then lavished attention on her clit again. Then he felt her pushing something against his anal sphincter. He knew it was a plug or a dildo. As it slid inside him, he felt her sucking harder on his cock. It was all he could do to keep licking her clit as the plug pushed into him. She worked it in and out for a few minutes while both of them used their lips and tongues to please the other. When she thought he was ready, she pushed the plug all the way in. He felt its widest part push past his anal ring, and pop into place.

He renewed his efforts on her clit, and he knew she was nearing another orgasm when she lost her rhythm on his cock. She cried out.

“Yesss…don’t stop bitch, lick my pussy. Make me cummmm…yessss,” the last turned to a long hiss as she slowly exhaled, then took another deep gasp before returning to a long slow hissing exhale as he body shuddered. She pushed herself onto his face harder, and he licked and sucked on her clit, feeling her body tremble with delight. Her orgasm subsided, and her body came to rest on top of him. Her pussy was still pushed against his mouth, and he never stopped licking her. Her nectar flowed from her, and he drank from her relishing in her sweet taste.

When she had regained her breath, she pushed herself to a sitting position. He was still licking her, and she smiled to herself. He was her bitch, and she knew she could stay in this position for hours, and he would never stop licking her until she told him to stop. As much as that idea sound good to her, she craved something else. She pulled herself from his face. He looked both completely aroused, but also slight disappointed that he was no longer licking her. That expression quickly disappeared as she swiveled yet again, and held her pussy over his cock. She held it in her hand, pointing at her wet opening. She looked into his eyes, smiling as she slowly lowered herself into him.

His expression turned to one of complete rapture as he felt her warm, tightness envelope his cock. She took him slowly, deeply, until she was sitting on his pelvis, cock completely buried inside her. She reached a hand behind her, and tapped on the plug. He felt the plug filling his ass, and her tapping sent gentle ripples of pleasure from deep inside him to his cock. At the same time, she began to gyrate her hips, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of her pussy. She took ahold of the chain again, and tugged it gently. He knew he wouldn’t last long like this. He was being sexually over-stimulated. He looked to her, and he could see she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

He basked in the pure sexual bliss that she had created for him. His ass stuffed, nipples burning, and his cock buried inside her hot wet tightness. His eyes roamed up and down her lithe form. He could feel his balls tightening, and he knew his orgasm was just moments away.

“Mistress, may I cum? please?” he begged.

She smiled at him, and tugged on the chain and pushed harder on the plug. She watched his body bucking beneath her as she continued to ride his cock.

“Yes, my bitch, you may cum,” she said.

With those magic words, his orgasm was released, and he exploded inside her. She pulled the chain hard, and the clamps bit into his flesh then popped free. Pain flashed through his nipples which quickly transformed into pleasure that mixed with the euphoria that was his orgasm. He lost his sight as he saw flashes of light his climax was so intense. He heard himself cry out in ecstasy. He felt himself shoot his cum deep inside her as she squeezed his cock with her pussy coaxing out every last drop. She gyrated her hips on his cock as she felt him soften. As he came down from his climax, he looked up at her smiling at him.

“Thank you Mistress,” was all he could say.

“Your welcome, my bitch. Now, one more treat for you. I know how much you’ve wanted this,” she said as she lifted herself off of his cock, and slid her body forward. She held her pussy over his mouth, and looked down her body at his face. He looked up and met her eyes, then shifted his gaze back to her pussy. Her lips were swollen and puffy, and wet with her juices. Her pussy was open to him, and he could see a drop of his cum begin to form at her opening. He reached with his tongue, and she lowered herself to him, allowing him to lick her. He lapped at her pussy slowly and gently, eagerly sucking his cum mixed with her sweetness from her. Her thighs surrounded his face, and her felt completely at peace enveloped by her warmth and wetness. She stayed this way for a long time as he never stopped licking her even after he had drained her pussy of his cum. He brought her to another climax eventually. This one longer, deeper, and ultimately satisfying.

Eventually, she relented, and moved to lay beside him. She reached down and found he was hard again and remembered that his ass was still filled with the plug. She looked him in the eyes, and they smiled at each other.

“I guess we’re not done here bitch…”

It had been three weeks since he last had an orgasm. She had not given him permission, and he wanted to demonstrate his service to her. They hadn’t seen each other except for one dinner date, but work and other circumstances had kept them apart. Tonight, the long wait would end, he hoped. They had planned a long weekend together, and he was hoping that his abstinence from masturbation would be rewarded tonight, their first night together in far too long.

They met in the same hotel as their last rendezvous in the bar downstairs. He had arrived first, and sat at a table facing the hotel lobby sipping a gin and tonic to pass the time until she arrived. It felt like an eternity to him, but in reality, he had been a half hour early, and she arrived exactly at 3 p.m. as she had promised. She walked into the bar, and saw him immediately as he was the only one there so early in the afternoon. It was summer, and she was dressed in a form fitting red tank top that left her belly button exposed and a short black skirt that showed off her shapely ass and sexy legs. He thanked no one in particular again that she paid him any attention at all.

He stood as approached him, and she smiled. She reached out a hand, and he took it. She pulled him to her, and gave him a hug like old friends, then led him back toward the elevators. She had a small weekend bag with her, and he took that from her. Once in the elevator, they faced each other, and he dropped to his knees and kissed her feet, clad in black stiletto high heels. When the elevator reached their floor, they walked hand in hand to their room.

“Have you been good, my bitch?” she asked him. He knew what she meant. He had given himself to her weeks ago for her birthday. He gave her is orgasms, and promised that he would await her permission for release. It had been a difficult 3 weeks, but because he was doing it for her, he had fulfilled his promise. Each day, he would think of her, and it would turn him on knowing that she was controlling him with her simple silence which made it harder and easier each day.

“Yes, Mistress. I have served you as I promised,” he answered her, looking down at her feet.

“Good, then tonight, we will see about rewarding you for your good behavior,” she praised. “We have some time to see how well you can hold up under direct stimulation before dinner. And, I could use some relief as well, bitch. Mistress has had a long month. Take off your clothes and present yourself properly.”

He stripped out of his clothes quickly. Beneath his polo shirt and shorts, he wore a pair of Victoria’s Secret panties. She smirked when she saw them, knowing how much he enjoyed wearing woman’s sexy underwear. Maybe she would take him shopping for more as part of his reward. It was that time of year, and Victoria’s Secret was having a sale. Kneeling naked before her, hands at his side and open toward her, he presented himself. His cock was already hard, and he kept his eyes on her feet.

“Good. Now, I think I’m slightly over-dressed, don’t you?” she said suggestively. He looked up at her. Her clothes hid nothing, but they were legal, and not at all out of the ordinary as far as summer wear for a woman. This close, he could see her pierced nipples through her tank top. The air conditioning in the room helping to draw them out. She crossed her arms, grasped the bottom of her tank, and pulled it over her head revealing her breasts. Reaching behind her, a quick pull on a zipper, and her skirt fell to the floor. She wore no panties, and now stood naked except for her heels. He felt a pang in his chest. She was that beautiful to him. She was, as he would describe it, painfully beautiful. His eyes came to rest on her pussy, watching the rings that hung from her pierced pussy lips. He unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation. She saw this, and smiled. She loved the power she held over him. She knew that he would obey her every last word. He was truly her bitch, her slut, her toy.

“Come, lay on the bed for me on your back. I have a little reward for your good behavior,” she said. She knew she had a couple hours before they should get dinner, and she wanted to tease him further. She loved to see him squirm for her. She loved to bring him to the edge and deny him orgasm. It was, after all, her orgasm to give. She also would give him a treat that would help both of them through dinner until later tonight when she would give him his orgasm, and she would take her own, many times.

He lay on the bed, and watched as she crawled onto the bed, on all fours, holding herself above his naked body. She stared into his eyes, and she could see his devotion to her. His devotion was as intoxicating to her as her dominance was to him. She felt herself getting wet as she soaked in his submission. She leaned down, and kissed him. He kissed back, and she felt his tongue on her lips. She pulled back, smiling at him.

“Mmm…patience my bitch. If you try and take, you will only suffer longer. My pleasure is guaranteed, but your climax is mine to give. I could go all weekend without giving you any, because it will only turn me on more. And I will cum more times tonight then you will all year long if I decide it,” she cooed in warning and to tease him. She knew that her orgasms only served to turn him on more. She leaned in again, and kissed him softly. She lowered her body so her breasts brushed against his chest while she began to use her tongue to lightly touch his lips. He returned her licking with his own, careful to respond in kind without escalating. Soon, their tongues were dancing with each other and exploring each others mouths, kissing deeply and passionately. Her body weight now fully upon his body. She gyrated her hips, rubbing her pussy on his rigid cock. She took his hands in hers, and extended them outward and above his head heightening his feeling of submission.

She pushed herself up so that he hair cascaded around his face, trapping them in a private space. She rolled her hips, her wetness lubricating his cock as she rubbed her clit up and down his shaft. She stared into his eyes, and watched him. He was mesmerized by her. She reached one hand behind his head, and pulled him forward so that her right breast was accessible to him. He opened his mouth, and suckled on her nipple, tongue fluttering over it. He felt it getting hard from his attention, and sucked on it harder, playing with her nipple jewelry with his teeth and tongue. He knew that she enjoyed pain. It turned her on. He bit down on her nipple hard enough to elicit a groan and a deep inhale followed by a long slow hissing exhale as she let the pain envelope and warm her whole body. She pulled her body up, stretching her teat as he clamped down on her, increasing the pain.

“Ooohh…yyeesssssss…” she hissed. Her nipple stretched and popped out of his mouth. She looked down at him and smiled lasciviously. She pushed her left nipple into his mouth, and he repeated his suckling and biting. Again, she hissed her way through the luxurious pain and pleasure, pulling her body from him to enhance the effect. She repeated this, allowing him to worship her breasts until the burning desire in her pussy could wait no longer. Moving her body up his, she straddled his face, kneeling on his arms holding him immobile. She lowered her pussy onto his waiting mouth.

“Lick me bitch!” she commanded as her wet pussy smothered his mouth. She rocked her hips over his mouth, rubbing her clit on his nose while she felt his tongue pushing inside her. He loved licking and eating his Mistress’s pussy. The way she used his mouth for her pleasure was, to him, an act of total submission. She could deny him breath, give him her most intimate part of her body, and most of all, she climaxed in this position.

She controlled everything, and he was at her mercy. She rode his face, letting his tongue explore her. She could feel her juices flowing, and his mouth sucking her nectar from her. She closed her eyes, and pinched her nipples, and just enjoyed the tongue fucking. Her power over him was intoxicating, and she imagined one day, she might even piss in his mouth while riding him, proving to herself that she owned him totally and completely. He would take it, she knew it. He was her bitch, her slut.

Her nectar flowed freely into his hungry mouth. He loved drinking from her, and he worked his tongue into her as deeply as he could. He loved her taste. Feeling her soft wet pussy lips on his lips and tongue gave him a level of intimacy that no other act could. He could feel it when her pleasure was increasing, and he knew when she was getting closer to climax. He knew that she was riding his face, using his nose to stimulate her clit. Soon, he felt her roll her hips so that her clit was now upon his lips. He surrounded it with his lips, and used his tongue to stimulate her sensitive spot. He knew this meant she was close, and nothing made him feel the same way as when he licked her to orgasm.

She cried out in ecstasy as he took her clit into his mouth, ravaging it with his tongue. She loved that he knew her so well. She pinched her nipples hard as she felt the dam break, and her orgasm swept through her. She dropped her hands to his head, pulling him into her pussy, holding him against her as her body convulsed in pleasure. For his part, he kept sucking and licking her clit and pussy, eye closed, just focusing on the hot wetness that enveloped his mouth. He gasped for air when her convulsions lifted her from his mouth for an instant. She eventually let go of his head, and collapsed forward, breathing ragged, her cilt still covering his mouth. Leaning on her forearms in front of her on the bed, she tried to bring her breathing back to normal. He kept a constant suction on her clit, licking it lightly, sending small jolts through her with his touch.

“Enough, bitch. That’s enough for now. After dinner, if you are good, I’ll treat you again,” she said between breaths. He released her clit from his mouth, and he too was breathing hard. His face was slick and wet, covered in her juices. She sat up, resting her weight on his chest, looking down at him. She smiled at him. “Well, you’ve had dessert, and you haven’t even had your dinner yet. You are a naughty slut!” she joked. She climbed off of him, and noticed that his cock was drooling pre-cum. She scooped up what she could on her finger, and fed it to him.

“Time to get ready for dinner. I’m starved, and you are taking me out,” she said. She walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower calling after him to attend to her. They showered together. He lathered her body, and washed her from head to toe. When she was clean, she stepped out of the shower and told him to clean himself up for dinner. A few minutes later, he finished his shower, and found her drying her long black hair.

***

Dinner took a couple of hours. Throughout the meal, she kept him aroused. Light touches on his hands, arms or even resting her hand on his crotch beneath the table. She whispered into his ears things that she was going to do to him or that he would do to her. By the time they returned to their hotel room, he was beyond ready to explode.

She had him remove all of his clothing. She secured his wrists and ankles with thick heavy leather cuffs. She had him lie on the bed, spread eagle, and using rope from her weekend bag, she tied him down to the bed. His cock was hard and at attention as she stood at the foot of the bed, admiring her handy work.

“Have I told you that you are my favorite bitch? Tonight, you’ve earned a reward. I’m going to let you give me as many orgasms as you can, and if you can exhaust me, then I’m going to let you have one too.”

She shed her clothing , and crawled over him as she had early in the evening. She kissed him again, and as before, the kiss built over time until their tongues were dancing together, and she felt herself getting wet. She kissed her way along his jaw line to his ear before biting his ear lobe. She pulled on it gently with her teeth, and whispered into his ear.

“Are you ready for me bitch? I’m going lick you, bite you, fuck you, and tease you until you are reduced to a mindless begging bitch in heat. Only then will I even consider letting you cum.”

She kissed and bit her way along his neck to his collarbone before working back up the other side to his other ear.

“You think I’m kidding, but I’m not bitch. I’m going to use you like the toy that you are. You are mine,” she whispered.

Her hands closed around his shaft, and slowly stroked up and down as she kissed, licked, and bit her way to his nipples. She knew how much sensitive his nipples were. She giggled to herself thinking that he really was like a girl given how much he liked having his nipples teased. She sucked on a nipple, licking it with the tip of her tongue before biting down on it. He gasped and moaned as she bit harder. She worked his nipples like this for almost 15 minutes non-stop. She could feel his cock pulsing in her grip as she teased and tormented his sensitive nipples.

“You love this don’t you bitch? You’re such a horny bitch, getting off on having your little titties played with?” she teased him. “Well, if you are going to beg like a bitch in heat, then you need to be fucked like a bitch, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Mistress, fuck me like a bitch, please…” he begged.

She stepped off of the bed, and retrieved a dildo and strap-on harness from her weekend bag. She put it on, and her dildo hung in front of her lewdly. She moved back onto the bed, and knelt beside his face. Without being told, he opened his mouth, and she pushed the large dildo into his mouth. She pushed it in until she met some resistance. She could tell she was almost deep enough to trigger his gag reflex. She slowly pulled out and then pushed back in, fucking his mouth.

“That’s it bitch, suck my cock. I’m going to fuck you with my cock, but first you need to show me that you can suck it.”

She pushed it back in, and this time, pushed deeper until he did gag. She held the dildo in his mouth, and encouraged him to swallow her cock. He wasn’t able to deep throat her cock, but she didn’t stop trying to push it down his throat. She could see tears welling up in his eyes as he tried to swallow the whole 8 inches of the dildo. When she was satisfied with his efforts, she pulled out of his mouth. She moved the foot of the bed, and then pulled his legs to his chest, knees bent. She resecured the ropes onto his ankle cuffs so that they held his legs bent and spread wide for her. She pushed a pillow under his ass, raising his asshole up for easier access. She pulled a bottle of lube from her weekend bag, and poured some onto his cock and balls. Using her hands, she spread the lube all over his cock, balls, and then to his ass, working a finger into his asshole. She added more to the dildo, stroking it like up and down until it was well lubricated. He watched her preparing her cock and his ass, and she could tell he was growing more and more aroused. She positioned herself so that the dildo was resting on his asshole, then took wrapped one hand around his shaft, and began to massage his balls with the other. Then, she pushed her hips forward and the dildo pressed against his asshole.

The dildo slid into him easily, and soon, she was pistoning in and out of him with long fluid strokes. She held onto his cock for leverage, and played with his balls. With each thrust, she felt the base of the dildo pushing against her clit while he felt the tip rubbing against his prostate. It didn’t take long before both of them were moaning and mewling with each thrust. She released his cock, knowing that if she wasn’t careful, she’d push him beyond the point of no return, and she had no plans on letting him off that easy. She repositioned herself so that she was leaning over him, dildo still buried deep in his ass, into a classic missionary position. She brushed her lips against his, and stared into his eyes as she fucked his ass and stimulated her clit.

“You like this bitch? You do, don’t you? You love being fucked like a little bitch don’t you?” she whispered to him as she buried the whole length of the dildo into his ass. The dildo rubbed his prostate, and with each thrust, waves of pleasure pulsed through him. The feeling of fullness was incredible and he felt completely overwhelmed by her power over him.

She kept grinding her pussy against the dildo as she took him, and soon her next climax began to build. She lay down on him, letting her whole weight rest on him while her hips thrust the dildo in and out of his ass. Her lips found his, and they shared an intense deep kiss. She felt her orgasm building with each thrust, and she picked up the pace of her thrusting, urging it closer. When it hit her, she broke the kiss and cried out.

“Oh yessss, fuck fuck fuck yes…feels so good. Take my cock you dirty little slut…yessss….” Her body shuddered, and her hips continued to thrust the dildo into him although with more vigor and less rhythm. One final peak, and she arched her back, her had thrown back, and her voice caught in her throat. Only a hiss escaped her open mouth, then she collapsed onto him.

As she caught her breath, she smiled and looked into his eyes. Her long hair forming a tent over their heads.

“That’s two my bitch. How many more do you think you can give me?” she asked with an evil grin on her face. She pushed herself back to a sitting position, sliding the dildo out of him. She climbed off of the bed, and loosened the straps and let the harness and dildo fall to the floor. She crawled back onto the bed, untied the ropes from his ankle cuffs, and turned around, facing away from him. She slid herself back until her ass was hovering over his mouth.

“You know what to do, so make it good.”

She lowered herself until her asshole covered his open mouth. He pushed his tongue against her asshole, licking her and hoping to fuck her ass with his tongue. She sat up, taking her weight on her bent legs so that she could play with her nipples. His licking began to have the desired effect. Her hips gyrated lightly on his face, and she closed her eyes so she could focus on the feeling of his tongue on her asshole. She rode his face like this for at least 15 minutes before she moved just enough to let his tongue plunge deeply into her pussy.

He alternated between licking her juices and rimming until she couldn’t take it any longer, and she rolled her hips so that her clit was pushed into his mouth. He immediately sucked on it hard, pulling it between her lips and fluttering his tongue over it. In moments, she was cumming again. Her fingers clamped down on her nipples, and she screamed aloud. This time, her orgasm rolled through her like a train, slow and long. Her breath came in quick bursts as the waves of her climax undulated along her entire body. When at last she began to come down, she regained control over her breathing, and sat up, resting her pussy on his face. He kept licking her pussy, drinking her nectar as it flowed from her hot wet pussy.

After a few minutes of resting, she climbed off of his face, and released his hands too. She lay down next to him, and rested her head on his chest, her fingers lightly pinching his nipple as she spoke.

“Mmmm that was very good. That’s three you’ve given me tonight. I think I need a little rest before we go for more.”

She closed her eyes, and he watched her as fingers slowed their movement, and her breathing took on a slow regular rhythm. She was asleep.

to be continued…

We arrived back at my apartment, and we made our way back inside. I was in a state of constant arousal with the plug inside me, and the cuffs jangling with each step, the sound announcing to anyone within earshot that I was there. Knowing that now more than ever, being led by a leash, I was in danger of being noticed by another resident of the complex, I was both terrified and excited. I didn’t want anyone to see me, but at the same time, I so wanted to be discovered. I couldn’t resolve the conflict, but as my emotions fought that internal battle, my arousal continued to grow.

Once inside, Mistress led me to the bedroom.

“Strip, my pet. Time for our next lesson,” she ordered. I took of my clothes, leaving my stockings on since I could not remove them with my ankle cuffs already secured to my ankles. Mistress had me kneel on the bed, and she used some rope from her bag to secure my ankle cuffs to the bed, spreading my legs wide. Pulling another length of rope from her bag, she secured my wrist cuffs together and in front of me, making me rest on my shoulders and face, arms stretched in front of me, my ass in the air.

“Mmm…you look so good like that.” She walked around behind me where I couldn’t see her. I tried to turn my head to look, but I found it really offered me little, and strained my neck. She smacked my ass cheeks with her hands, and grabbed onto them, squeezing them. “What a nice ass. I think it deserves a little heating up,” she said, then she pushed on the plug, making sure it was fully inside me.

“Pet, you must learn discipline. That includes learning to accept pain and punishment when I give it to you. Do you know why you will receive pain and punishment?” she asked.

“Uh…when I am bad?” I answered, unsure of myself.

Thwack!

I heard something moving through the air, then a heavy impact on my ass. I knew that it was the new flogger. This blow wasn’t too hard, but I could feel it enough to know that done with more force, it was going to hurt.

“No, pet, you will receive pain and punishment when it pleases me,” she corrected me, and struck my ass again with the flogger, this time harder. This time it stung and it hit on the plug, sending a pulse through me that was oddly pleasurable. I cried out a little surprised more by the feelings from the plug than in pain from the flogger.

“So, what does that tell you?”

“It tells me that you are in charge?” I answered, again, not really sure of my answer.

“Yes, I am in charge, but no, that is not right,” and she struck me again, this time harder still. This one did hurt, but it also again hit the plug. The mixture of pain and pleasure had my senses overloaded and confused. “It tells you that its all about me. You are my pet, my plaything. You are here for my enjoyment, and to serve my needs and my whims. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress. I understand,” I answered.

Another blow across my ass, and another wave of pain and pleasure.

“Yes, what?” and another blow.

“Yes Mistress, I understand that I am your pet and your plaything. I am here for your pleasure, and I am here to serve you.”

“Good. Right now, it pleases me to whip your little slut ass.” She stopped asking me questions, and simply whipped my ass with the flogger. It didn’t take long and my ass felt like it was on fire. I felt tears forming, and I tried to keep breathing through the pain. At the same time, some of her blows would hit the plug just right, and a pleasurable warmth would pulse through me. I could feel my cock twitching each time she hit the plug just right, and despite the pain, I was hard. I’m not sure what happened, but eventually, the pain seemed to diminish. Perhaps my nerves were over-sensitized, but I found that it was easier to breath through the pain, and the pleasure from the plug moving inside me was becoming more pronounced. Rather than grunting and gritting through pain, I found that I was starting to moan and cry out in pleasure with each stroke of the flogger.

After what felt like 15-20 minutes, but what could just as easily have been only 5 minutes, Mistress stopped. I heard the sounds of belt buckles and such behind me, and then she was standing beside me next to the bed. She had taken off her clothing, and was naked except for the new strap-on harness and the dildo. She looked sexy and powerful, as she stroked the dildo like a man would stroke his own cock. Her eyes burned into me, and she moved onto the bed, and knelt beside me. She moved the cock to my lips, and I knew what she wanted. I opened my mouth, and she eased it into my mouth. I felt both humiliated by her, sucking on her phallus, but at the same time, it excited me. I tried to suck it deeper into my mouth. I wanted to see how much of it I could take before I gagged. I wanted to know what it felt like to be a girl deep throating a cock. I probably managed about 5 or 6 inches of the dildo before I gagged. She held the dildo still for a few seconds, then eased it forward again, then back, and forward again. Slowly, she pushed past my gagging, and I was amazed that my face was pushed against her pelvis. I had the entire dildo in my mouth and in my throat. I felt so wanton deep throating this dildo. I heard Mistress mewling encouragingly, and a warmth flushed through me.

She pulled back, and stood again. I looked up at her expectantly.

“Are you ready, slut?” she asked. “Tell me, what do you want?”

I knew what she wanted to hear, and I realized, I wanted to say it. I wanted it. “Mistress, please fuck me in the ass with your dildo. Take me like the slut that I am.”

She smiled, and walked behind me where I couldn’t see her again. I felt her pulling on the plug, and it came free of my ass easily. I felt empty without it. Mistress climbed onto the bed, and I felt something cold sliding down my ass crack. Then she was pushing her fingers into my ass. I knew she was lubing me up so she could fuck me. Then, I felt the head of the dildo against my asshole. She pushed it forward, and it slipped into me. I had been wearing the plug so long, I took the dildo easily. The dildo wasn’t thicker than the plug, but it was longer, and I felt it pushing deep inside me.

In moments, Mistress began to piston the dildo in and out of me slowly. Deep long strokes, pulling almost completely out of me, then pushing all the way into me. With each thrust, the dildo head pushed against my insides, and that same warm pleasant sensation hit me. She picked up pace, and the sensations pulsed through me in time with each inward thrust. I moaned in time with the thrusts.

“You like this, don’t you slut? I think I’ve already found your p-spot, haven’t I?” she asked. I could only moan and grunt in the positive, but it was enough for her to increase her tempo. She grabbed my hips for leverage, and began to push harder into me, each inward thrust only stopping when her pelvis crashed into my ass. Eyes closed, my world shrank down to the pure sensations of Mistress’s dildo invading my ass. I was lost in a pure sexual high. I had never known I could feel this way, and I just knew that I wanted it to never end. I heard Mistress’s moans getting louder. She was clearly enjoying herself as well. I could sense that she was nearing an orgasm, and her thrusts took on a new urgency — faster, harder. Then, she cried out, and I knew she was cumming. Her thrusting lost its rhythm, and then she simply thrust into me, burying the dildo into me, and held it there as she rode out her orgasm.

Mistress pulled out of me, and stood behind me. I heard the clasps and buckles of her harness then she walked into view, totally naked. She held the strap-on still in the harness in her hand. She dropped it on the floor, then untied my ankles and wrists. She had me clean the dildo and plug, and tidy up the room. When I emerged from the bathroom after cleaning the dildo, Mistress was no longer in the bedroom. I picked the room, and carefully arranged the dildo, the harness, the plug on the bed, and coiled up the rope. I walked to the living room, and found Mistress lounging on the couch. She had put on a skirt and tank top, and she was reading through a book. I approached her, and I knelt on the floor beside her. She barely looked up at me, then returned her focus on the book. After a few minutes, she spoke without taking her eyes off of the book.

“Its lunch time…”

My Mistress led me to her car, and we drove together to a nearby upscale hotel. I had reserved a suite for her to celebrate her birthday. As we entered the suite, I could tell she was pleased with my efforts. Before meeting her for our shopping trip, I had set a bottle of champagne on ice so that it would be chilled, and set out a box of decadent chocolates. Both sat in a small table at the foot of the bed. I knew Mistress loved chocolate, perhaps even more than she loved torturing me.

I had stripped the bed of the hotel linens, and replaced them with black satin sheets. They shimmered in the soft light of the room. As she walked around the room, finding my little surprises, I lit the candles I had set out on the bed stands, the dresser, and other places in the room. Once lit, I turned off the lamps. The room took on a sensual feeling with the flickering candle light shimmering off of the satin sheets.

“Mmmm…you’ve done well my dirty little slut. Remove your clothes, and put on those hot pink satin panties you just bought for my birthday. I want to unwrap a present,” she said with a salacious lilt to her voice.

As I was taking off my clothes, she opened the champagne and poured herself a glass. She took a chocolate from the box and her glass, and sat on the end of the bed. Her short skirt rode up her naked thighs as she sat. She took a bite from the chocolate and a decadent smile spread across her face. When she swallowed, she took a sip of champagne.

“Oooh…these sheets are so sexy. I am so looking forward to sliding in between these sheets tonight. Thank you my slut, you are doing such a good job serving Mistress on my birthday.”

I felt a warmth spread through me hearing her praise me. I was naked, and working on removing the tags from the new pink satin panties. I got the tag off, and stepped into them. The smooth silky fabric felt wonderful against my skin. I approached Mistress, and saw that she was smiling at me, admiring my growing excitement beneath the silky panties.

“Come, my slut. Stand here so that I can examine my birthday present,” she said, one hand holding her champagne, the other still stroking the soft sheets. I walked to her, and stood before her. She reached out with her free hand, and rand her fingers over the satin, tracing around my now hard cock. “Is this for me?” she asked. She motioned for me to turn around. I felt her running her fingers over my ass cheeks. She patted one cheek then the other, then gave each cheek a pinch.

“I like how you’ve wrapped my present, slut. These fit well, and I love how you look in your sexy panties. Do you like them too?”

“Yes, Mistress. I like them very much. Thank you for helping me pick them out.” I answered.

“Well, I know you just wrapped up my present, but you know that sometimes, I hate to wait. Turn around again,” she said, playfully. I turned around, and she hooked a finger under the lacy waistband, and pulled it toward her and down. My hard cock sprang free, and heard her give an approving ‘uh-hmmmm’. Pulling the panties down, she looped the lacy waistband beneath my balls. She cupped my balls gently, then gave them a gentle squeeze before sliding her hand up to my shaft. A drop of pre-cum was already drooling from my cock, and she scooped it up with her finger. Looking up at me, I knew what to do. I bent down, and licked it from her finger. Then, she took ahold of my shaft again.

“Lay across my lap, slut. Its time for my birthday spanking.”

She pulled me toward her by my cock, and I lay across her lap. I had to be careful not to spill the box of chocolates as I moved onto the bed, stretching across the foot of the bed. She pushed my hard cock between her thighs. Her warm thighs enveloped my cock. Laying face down on her lap, cock between her thighs, she lay her hand on my ass. I felt her caressing my ass cheeks, obviously enjoying the silky fabric wrapping.

I heard her picking out a chocolate from the box followed by a groan of ecstasy. I smiled knowing that I had pleased her. Then, without warning, she spanked my left cheek hard with her open hand. I was too surprised to tense, and the pain quickly evaporated and was overshadowed by the pleasurable feelings from my cock. The force of her spanking was enough to jolt my pelvis, moving my cock that was pressed between her warm thighs.

She giggled to herself and counted aloud, “One! I think I need some more champagne.” I turned my head to look toward the small table that sat next to us. I saw her put her glass down on the table and refilled her glass. She took her glass, and took another sip before returning it to the table. I heard her moaning again. It was the same moan she gave when I found just the right spot with my tongue while licking her pussy. I knew she had taken another bite of chocolate.

Another hard spanking on my other cheek, and she again counted aloud, “Two! I do so much enjoy my birthday spankings. What a wonderful tradition.” She continued on like this, counting her way toward her age, sipping champagne, and enjoying her chocolates. With each spanking, my cock was caressed by the soft skin of her thighs. As we entered her teen years, I was beginning to worry that the stimulation on my cock, and the pain from her spankings combined with my simple submission to her was going to bring me to climax soon. By the time we reached drinking age, I knew I was going to have trouble holding back my climax. I shifted in her lap, trying to squeeze my muscles to hold back my climax which only served to rub my cock more between her legs and make matters worse.

Mistress giggled and I knew she was enjoying watching me squirm in her lap. She knew that I was struggling to hold back because she had not given me permission to release. She spanked me again.

“Twenty-five!”

“Mistress….please, may I cum?” I begged.

“Oh no, slut, you may not cum. This is my birthday. Only I am allowed to enjoy any orgasms tonight,” she answered. I knew that was going to be the case, but I also knew that she enjoyed it when I suffered and begged for her leniency. Another hard slap on my ass, and another sharp stinging combined with waves of pleasure. By now, my pre-cum had lubricated my cock between her thighs. She shifted her weight too, knowing that with every movement, she was torturing me more.

“Twenty-six! Don’t worry my little slut, I’m almost done.”

With two more sharp spankings, she reached her age. I relaxed, and took a deep breath. I had made it.

SMACK!

Another hard spanking, and I almost lost it completely as I was not ready for it. I gasped and groaned as I squeezed my muscles to hold back my climax. I heard Mistress laughing as she amused herself watching me struggle.

“You forgot about ‘One for Good Luck’ my slut!” With that, I felt her relax her grip on my cock, spreading her thighs a bit. “Stand, slut, I want to finish unwrapping my gift.”

I pushed myself up and off of her lap, and stood before her. She pulled my panties down until the fell to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. She stood and I knelt before her.

“You may undress me, slut.” she ordered. I reached up and found the zipper on her hip, pulling it down. Her skirt puddled at her ankles, exposing her black lacy panties. Gently, I pulled her panties down until they too joined her skirt as she stepped out of both. She turned around, and I began to untie the lacing on her corset. It took a minute or two, but when the laces were undone, she pulled the corset from herself, and laid it gently on a chair beside the bed. Then she climbed onto the bed, and lay on her back, her head propped up by one of the satin covered pillows.

“Mmm…these sheets are really decadent. Come here, bring me my champagne, and the chocolates. Taste your Mistress. Lick me, slowly while I sample some more of this chocolate.”

I filled her glass, then brought it to her along with the box of chocolates. Then, I climbed onto the bed, and positioned myself between her legs. She bent her knees, and spread her legs wide allowing me easy access to her pussy. I lowered my face to her pussy, and began to lick her pussy with the tip of my tongue. As I licked her, I watched her watching me. Smiling, tasting chocolates, and sipping champagne. I worked my way up and down her pussy lips, eventually pushing my tongue inside her, tasting her sweet juices. I lost track of time as I licked her. She had long finished her champagne, and had her fill of chocolates before I even began to tease her clit. By now, she had closed her eyes, and she was directing my actions with her hand, gently pushing me one place or another. As her breathing began to grow more rapid, her hand pulled my face to her tighter. I knew she was nearing her climax, and I knew that she wanted me to pick up the intensity. I opened my mouth, sucking on her pussy, pushing my tongue deep inside her. Her juices were flowing freely now. Then, moving up to her clit, I sucked between my lips, licking it a hard with the pointed tip of my tongue. I felt her hand hold me in this position. I continued to lick, and I watched her reach her orgasm. Her body arched, her hips bucked. Her whole body convulsed, and she cried out. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through her. Her body convulsed with each wave as it crashed upon her. My lips remained locked to her clit as she kept a firm grip on the back of my head.

When she finally came down from her orgasm, I released my suction on her clit, and licked her pussy softly. I licked her juices, tasting her sweetness, until she pulled me up to her. She looked me in the eyes, kissed me gently but deeply.

“Thank you for my birthday presents, my dirty little slut. You may sleep beside me tonight.” She pulled me to her, and rolled to her side, holding my hand, and wrapping it around her, pulling me into a spoon embrace. My hard cock, nestled between her ass cheeks, and she pulled the cover sheet over our bodies, enveloping us in the smooth soft satin. Most of the candles had burned down, and I knew they would burn themselves out soon as I closed my eyes, and felt ultimately satisfied to be so close to my Mistress.