| An Evening In |
For days the rain had been beating outside. Their home was cold; the kind of cold that clings to your bones and makes old sports injuries ache. She was exhausted from a hectic month coming to a close. Still so many things to do, but none of them settled into the forefront of her mind. Instead she turned her attentions to him: her friend, her dream come true, her lover, her slave.
Through the stress and tension of the past month, she'd neglected him more than she was willing to admit. Too many days had been left without instruction. Too many nights had been left undone.
Tonight would change that.
Pulling on her jacket, she said her final goodnights to the few left in the office before braving the winter weather outside. The rain forced her to pull her hood up, shielding what little warmth she could keep during the short walk to her car.
"Hello my lady in red." She purred at her car as she approached it. Quickly hopping into the drivers seat, she was comforted by the soft growl that emanated from under the hood. Just as a loyal slave would, this beauty sprung to life beneath her hands. The red sports car handled beautifully on the wet streets and carried her homeward.
Half an hour later, she was walking into her home. She smiled every time she opened the door and this time was no different. There, perched on the back of the couch, was her favorite feline. He cooed at her entrance and then pranced off towards the bedroom where she assumed she would find her slave lounging on the bed.
She paused at the hall closet to pull off her wet jacket and it was then that she noticed a familiar scent. For years, she'd been horribly addicted to scented lotions, candles, and incense. Her slave knew this fact well and was always quick to use her favorite lotion after he prepped for her. It was that very scent that slithered through the hallway now and caused something to stir within her loins.
Shedding her jacket, shoes, and other daily belongings, she slowly rounded the corner of the hall and made her way to the master bedroom. The scent grew stronger and once she stepped through the bedroom door, her eyes followed a slow line towards the bed.
There he stood, waiting for her calmly. For a moment she did nothing, her eyes wandering over him and drinking in every detail. His eyes were covered with a red, silk scarf and just below, pinned between moist lips, was a rope gag securely held. Encircling his neck was the same collar she always placed him in and dangling from its thick metal loop was her favorite silver chain lead. Around his torso he had tightened (to the point that his breaths were shallow at best) a beautiful black and crimson corset, which made for a splendid contrast against his fading summer tan. Following the lines of his hips with her gaze, she smiled at the way the thigh highs he wore hug wonderfully to his sculpted thighs and ran the length of his legs until meeting with the shiny, black pumps he loved so much.
What a sight he was to behold and in these moments, she wished it wasn't just her that could appreciate his loveliness. She'd wanted to share everything with the world and taunt the outsiders with the fact that only she could command him. It was only her voice and firm hand that led him into action. Oh, how she wanted to display him with pride, like the Masters and Mistresses did with their slaves in A. N. Roquelaure's novels, in front of a sea of fascinated onlookers. But no one understood their lives. No one understood their dedication. It was sad, really. No one would ever understand.
Breaking free of the thought, she finally realized that there was music playing in the background. A soft melody emanated from his side of the bed...something she'd not yet heard before. It distracted her long enough that when her eyes finally moved back towards her slaves face, he had lifted his head in her direction.
A soft, questioning whimper slipped from him and it made her smile.
Still silent, she walked over to him at the end of the bed. Nimble fingers touched the gag, careful not to touch his skin, before retreating.
Again he whimpered.
This time, her hands moved in unison and before he had time to respond, she had one palm on his chest and the other gripping his waist at the side as she spun him to face the bed. Never once did she touch his flesh as she then bent him over the end of the bed, a knee raising to force his legs apart.
Satisfied with his position for the moment, she rounded the side of the bed to stroke his soft face. She was pleased with his display of submissiveness, but every fiber of her being twitched with mischievous hunger. She wanted to take him tonight and her body almost betrayed this fact. If only he could feel the moisture quickly growing between her thighs. Then he would know she approved.
However, she rarely allowed such gratification.
Determined strides carried her away from the bed and towards the closet. Flicking on the light, she reached into the black bag they left zipped in the closets corner. Slowly she unzipped it, letting the sound from the metal teeth permeate the silence. Inside her eyes danced over her options and, finally deciding on the leather cuffs and thick nylon rope, she returned to his side.
He had undoubtedly heard the rattling of the cuffs' metal loops because as she took her place behind him once again, his hips began to grind against the soft, silk sheets.
Grabbing the crop she kept dangling from the bedpost, she brought it down hard against his buttocks. "Tsk, tsk." She whispered before bringing the thin leather down across his flesh once more. This time he winced, raising his hips away from the bed instinctively.
Setting the crop beside him on the bed, she knelt to secure a thick leather cuff around each of his ankles. Never once did she touch his legs though. She knew he loved the feel of her hands sliding up the backs of his calves and the way the nylon felt when she brushed against him. Instead, she reached up for the crop once more. Dragging it across his buttocks, she tapped the inside of his thighs until he was completely spread between the two posts at the foot of the bed. Like a good slave, he had already placed the rope bindings on each post. Looping the nylon rope through the ankle cuff rings, she quickly knotted him into position.
For a moment she hovered there behind him. She could smell her own excitement and it made ache terribly. Too many nights she denied herself satisfaction. It was her love of pain that drove her to such lengths, because every day and night that she withheld from release meant the next encounter could be even more satisfying than the past would have been. She loved the punishment.
Oh, how she loved punishment.
With that thought stewing in her head, she stood again and gave a few light taps to his scrotum with the crop. She loved the way he twitched beneath each tap. Grinning, she rounded the side of the bed once more to secure one of the wrist cuffs. Her eyes came to rest upon his face. His cheeks were flushed a soft rose and every breath seemed a chore against the gag. It was an amazing sight to see.
Tearing her gaze away from him, she stretched his right arm up towards the head of the bed and secured another rope through its metal ring. The rope was tied low enough at the post so that once both arms were secured, his chest and hips would be pressed firm against the bed. Walking around to the other side of the bed, she did just that.
The binding was finished now, but something about the whole picture was wrong. Tilting her head to one side, she lifted the crop and began slowly spanking him as she contemplated the missing elements of her design. Suddenly she realized what was missing and rushed towards the closet.
Returning with a soft, yet sturdy pedestal of sorts, she propped his chin up so that his gaze would meet the wall at the head of the bed. Conveniently she had purchased a mirror to span the area between the head posts not even a week ago. Now she was glad that she had made the purchase because it gave a perfect vantage point for nights like these.
Disappearing again, she decided it was time to don her Mistress attire. Shedding her work clothes, she pulled what looked like a hanging travel bag from the back of the closet. Sliding the zipper open, a grin slipped over her lips.
Catsuits.
Freeing the black, latex catsuit from its hanger, she walked back out into the room and towards the dresser. Pulling open the drawer, she removed the latex powder from its place and began dusting herself with it. Within a few moments she had the latex catsuit secured against her flesh, but this was only the beginning. Back into the closet she went for her waist cincher. Wrapping the red leather around her midsection, she pulled the thick ties until it wouldn't budge any farther. Tying them off, she pulled a large box from the top shelf and removed the lid. It always made her legs tingle when she saw the six inch ballerina heels and every time it took her what seemed a lifetime to put them on and lace them. Her whole dressing experience was an art form. There was no rushing her and even the helpless whimpers from her slave in the other room weren't enough to disrupt her. Still, even with the catsuit, waist cincher, and heels on, she wasn't quite finished.
Walking out into the bedroom once more, she decided it was time to remove his blindfold. She did it quickly and felt him shift in a startled manner when she pulled the silk away from his eyes. He blinked a few times before his eyes settled on her figure. It was then that he tensed and a low, yearning moan slipped from behind the gag.
She smiled down at him before turning to the nightstand. Opening the bottom drawer, she pulled out a brand new dildo and harness. She could feel his eyes on her as she slowly buckled the strap-on around her waist and thighs. Once in place, she grabbed the lube from the same drawer and walked around behind him.
Immediately his eyes were glued to the mirror watching her as she took her stance at the foot of the bed. Soon one of her hands was playing across his buttocks as the other snaked under his chest to find his nipples. She pinched them hard before rolling each one of the hard beads between thumb and index finger. He tried desperately to grind against the bed, but she had tied him in such a way that his body was bent perfectly over the edge. Movement wasn't possible and it made is cock throb painfully.
Slow, patient fingers worked at his asshole until enough lube was in place for her liking. Then her hands retreated and he watched as she thoroughly coated the thick dildo with lube. It would be only moments before she entered him and the anticipation was almost enough to make him cum. He fought the urge though, as it would displease her to the point of anger tonight. Something about her demeanor told him she wanted to prolong things and he wanted to please her.
He was lost in his thoughts as he felt her roughly slam against him. The whole length of the dildo disappeared inside of him and it took every ounce of will not to fight against her. Never before had she been so rough, so carnal. Then he felt her slowly begin to pull out. The sensation filled him to the brim with ecstasy. He felt his legs shudder as she made the first broad stroke into him again and soon his legs gave way with her increasingly violent thrusts.
Before he knew it, she was pounding him so hard that he could see beads of sweat sliding across the shiny latex catsuit. Still she kept going. The cool latex felt amazing against his hot skin and with every thrust, his cock threatened to explode. It wasn't until she reached between them to turn the dildos vibrator setting on that he began to whimper for her to stop. Barely paying attention to anything but her own pleasure, she heard him mumbling.
In one quick motion, she pulled completely out of him and grabbing the crop and brought it down hard against his buttocks. Any threat of his release vanished in that instant and he cried out as best he could behind his gag. She was brutal tonight and he was caught somewhere between excitement and terror. When she moved back, he almost expected a flurry of angry lashes from the crop she still hold tightly.
However, she set the crop down and quickly worked to free his wrists and ankles from their shackles. He smiled behind the gag and wondered if she had finally decided to allow him the pleasure of touching her.
He was terribly mistaken.
"On your back. Now." She snapped the words through what appeared to be clenched teeth. Something was obviously different about her. Quickly his eyes flashed around the room. No one else was here with them that he could see, but the only other time she'd seemed so cold was in the presence of another slave other than himself. When he looked back at her, she had a look of disapproval upon her face. Whimpering, he flipped onto his back and before he could even settle, she began putting the wrist cuffs back on him.
When she had asked him to place rope tethers at the top and bottom of the foot posts, he had envisioned being spread-eagle at the foot of the bed. Now though, to his horror, she was lifting his legs in order to cuff his ankles to the tethers at the top of each post. The position left him completely exposed and suddenly he felt the blood begin to flow back into his loins again. Despite his efforts, his cock sprang to life and brought a smirk to her lips.
"You two can come in now." She said softly.
His eyes widened and he struggled hard against his bonds. Nothing would let him free though and soon there was another female and male standing at the side of the bed, their eyes locked on his Mistress.
They were completely naked, save for the ornate decorations she had adorned them with. He was thankful for the amount he had chosen to wear now, but longed for the attention that these two new slaves must have received before any of this started. Each of them wore a thick metal collar and matching nipple clamps. Around the scrotum and cock of the male were thick leather straps, forcing what looked to be a very painful erection. The female had something similar, yet very different. Fixed to her labia were steel clamps with tiny bells and dangling from the center like a toy was a single, larger bell that he imagined was attach to her clit.
He squirmed as he stared at the two and finally noticed that every clamp upon their bodies was adorned with bells. Each shuddering breath they made was like music and for a split second he was angry that his Mistress had dressed them so beautifully.
The jealousy soon gave way as he watched her approach both of them with a thick paddle. He knew the strength his Mistress had when wielding a whip, but had never seen her with a paddle. He wondered if it hurt as much or if the welts lingered upon the skin as they did after being whipped. His flesh tingled with the thought and it occurred to him that her love for pain was slowly begin to work its way into his idea of pleasure.
"Down mutts!" She barked the orders and when the female hesitated, she gripped the front of her collar and brought their faces mere inches apart. "Faster next time, you whore. I don't see the males in this room behaving in such a sloppy manner."
She shoved the female down to her knees and rounded her faster than he had ever seen his Mistress move. Before the female could steady herself, his Mistress brought the paddle down across her buttocks and the back of her thighs in a series of sickening blows. It wasn't long before the females face was covered in tears and after his Mistress's anger subsided, she lovingly stroked the females cheeks.
He stared in awe. Both of the newcomers were well trained and obviously knew his Mistress well. There was a mystery about his Mistress and he never knew what tricks she would bring to the bedroom. This one, as frightening as it first was, had become a point of great interest for him. There was something to be learned from the way the male held himself. There was pride in their bodies, despite the strain their faces showed. It fascinated him.
"Come." She motioned for the male to rise and stand at the foot of the bed. "Good. Now, you know what I want. Proceed till he is near his end and then pull away. I won't have you two releasing unless I allow."
He felt the males hands spread his buttocks and enter him roughly. Unlike the dildo, the males cock did not slide so smoothly. Instead, it rubbed his insides in ways that he'd never felt before and soon, his eyes were closed against the rising pleasure. His cock was quick to respond and the male slave did not hesitate in grabbing hold of it and pumping it in time with his thrusts.
Just as the please began to reach its peak though, the male slave pulled out and stood with the tip of his cock still pressed against his asshole. It was teasing and magnificently torturous.
His eyes opened to the sound of the females moans and he struggled to turn his head enough to see her. His Mistress had her bent over and impaled upon the dildo. The females face was contorted and partially covered with thick, black hair. He watched as his Mistress fucked the females ass until the female buckled beneath the thrusts and crumpled to the floor.
That is when the male slave, signaled by the slightest flick of his Mistress's wrist, made his move. He was upon the female like a predator and drove his hungry cock repeatedly into the females hot pussy. Grunts filled the room and the male looked as though he would explode at any moment. But he stopped himself abruptly and stood once more for inspection.
"Good boy." He heard his Mistress coo and then watched her kiss the males cheek. He then watched her approach him one more time, leaving the two other slaves a moments rest.
"You've done well, my love." She smiled down at him, her fingers playing over his still hard cock. "Now, my sweet, your reward is due."
Without another word, both slaves approached the bed. The female climbed up and knelt at his head, awaiting further instruction. His Mistress, unzipping the crotch of her latex suit, straddled him and slid him deep into her dripping, wet pussy. The male rounded the end of the bed again and quickly slid himself back into his asshole.
He writhed beneath his Mistress as she pulled loose the gag and for the first time he was able to speak. "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you."
She only nodded though and then looked up to the female. Soon the female was straddling his face and instinctively his tongue found its way into her pussy. As the female began to moan, his Mistress and the male began to thrust. It was almost more than he could bare...
The hard cock in his asshole...
The hot, wet walls of his Mistress's pussy around his own throbbing cock...
The sweet taste of the pussy he was being forced to eat...
It wasn't long before all four of them were moaning and writhing in unison. Each movement was more pleasure to fuel the fire. Steady, calculated thrusts became more and more urgent as they all climbed to climax together. When the passions mounted, he felt the hot seed spill into his asshole as he released within his Mistress. He strained angrily against his bonds, but found himself enveloped in blinding pleasure. He wanted it to stop, yet he yearned for it to continue.
Slowly, one by one climbed off of him. The slaves retreated from the room quietly and it was only him and his Mistress again. His breathing slowed once more and as his Mistress began to wipe away the remnants of the experience, he felt sleep take him. |
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Name: Mistress
Home: California, USA
About Me: Succumbing to the tantalizing whims of taboo,
my life has taken to two separate lifestyles:
Mild-mannered woman by day...
Mistress by night.
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Brushes by Gvalkyrie
All media thieves will be caught, bound, and whipped into submission.
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