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Freshly shorn, I lay there in something like shock. Her words still echoed in my head “Never” “Forever”, until it became a litany. But cramping muscles brought me back to reality. That and the fact that Luna was untying my legs. With a groan ,I was able to stretch my legs as she easily controlled me. To my relief, she also began to untie one wrist and then the other. I had not realized how sore I was from straining against the ties until I was released. I felt myself begin to relax ,thinking her initial lust was spent when she pushed me over onto my stomach and quickly tied my hands behind my back. ‘I’m not done yet Charles, I want you to know how completely you are owned before we leave here’. With that, she tied a rope to the collar around my neck and attached it to the headboard. By pushes and light taps she had me lay at the foot of the bed, then move down until the rope was taut and my chest was the only part of me on the bed. I was told to stand and lean on the bed which I did with only one quick squeeze to my balls to ensure my compliance. I sensed rather than saw her kneel down. Her voice penetrating my reeling mind, she said ‘open your legs up’. I complied quickly and a brief activity around my ankles and I was unable to move them together. From the restriction, I assumed she had put a spreader bar on my ankles. I was now immobilized and vulnerable to her. She did not wait long to take advantage of my situation. She stood and leaned on my back, her breasts pressed down on me, pressing their hard points into my back, her hips pressed and gyrated on my ass as her hands ran up and down my thighs. She kissed the back of my neck and said softly ‘When you tried to dominate me, you said you wanted to fuck, well Charles, you are about to get your wish. I am going to fuck you so throughly you’ll never forget it“ . Her hands moved and cupped my cock and balls. ‘The gates of Hell took your cock’s ability to wander and now can you guess what’s going to take your ass’s virginity? ME!’ She drove her hips hard against my ass, laughed, and then pushed away from me. I did not know where she had gone until she called my name and I turned my head toward her. She stood there, naked but for her boots, and in her hand was the harness of a strap on. She stepped into the harness and pulled it to her shaved pussy, buckling first one side and then the other. My eyes were drawn to the cock on it. To me , it seemed gigantic although it probably was not. My heart raced as she mimed thrusting and an evil grin spread over her face. ‘Not so sure you want to fuck now are you?’ She stroked her ‘cock’ and laughed. ‘But this is so dry it would be painful this way so maybe we should wet it’. She swaggered over to me, exaggerating the sway of her hips so that the dildo swung side to side as she moved. She got up on the bed and knelt in front of me. She untied the scarf and pulled her thong from my mouth. ‘Suck it’ was her simple command. I just could not do it and seeing my hesitation, she smiles and pushed it against my tightly closed lips. ‘The little dom wants to fight? Isn’t that just sweet!’ She calmly pressed the dilo against my lips, one hand pulling my head to it and, in a very casual move, the other hand pinched off my nose. I was faced with not breathing or opening my mouth to her dildo. Not an easy choice either way but she won out (as always) and I opened my mouth to breathe. As I did, she thrust forward and rammed the dildo into my mouth, holding my head so it was fully in me. I gagged as she said ‘Silly slut! I own you totally and am not concerned with your little dom attempts not to obey! Now suck it!’ and she pulled my head back and forth and thrust her hips so my mouth and my psyche was totally fucked by her. I felt as if another chink of my self pride was broken off as she ravished my mouth. Finally, she was satisfied and pulled back, the dildo now glistening from my spit, my jaw sore from the pounding. She tapped the tip on my nose and said ‘ Do all doms think they can stop the inevitable?’ and she laughed again. She got up and moved until she was behind me. I felt a finger trace between the cheeks of my ass, a fingernail flicking my asshole. I shuddered and tried to move away from her probing finger but it was to no avail as she calmly flicked and caressed my asshole as she desired. She then spread my ass and I felt a cold wet substance trickle down onto my asshole. She then rubbed the substance into me, taking pleasure in ensuring I was totally lubricated. She wiped her hand on the bed next to me and I waited with dread her next move. I did not have long to wait. I felt a probing replace her finger as she rubbed the head of the dildo on me. ‘Charles, I do like the first penetration of a man’s ass. It makes me so wet and horny, especially a virgin ass! My favorite!’. An increase in pressure and I felt the head begin to enter me, forcing its way into my asshole, opening me up to her. More pressure and I felt the head wholly in me, stretching and demanding. More pressure and the stretching joined with an internal pressure that permeated my body. It was an unreal sensation and one that grew stronger as she pressed further into me. Pressure upon pressure and an unknown stretching as she continued her relentless violation of my body and my psyche. Further and further in she pushed and the feelings were unimaginable – pressure and a stretching that was unnerving. I felt ready to explode and knew she must be almost all the way in me. But as I thought that, she said ‘Half way slut, are you enjoying it as much as I am?’ An involuntary groan escaped my lips with that statement. Half way? ‘Please, no more’ I heard myself beg. Her laugh was my only answer. That and the constant thrust in. Bit by bit, as she drove into me, I could feel myself stripped bare of all my past, my connection to the Dom that was but was no more. I felt as if I was going to rip open but still the pressure and entering continued. I was far beyond what I had thought this would be like and I was beginning to believe it would never end when I felt her hips press against my ass. I sighed and felt the worst was over when she said “Now – you- are- truly – mine” and each word was punctuated by a deep hard thrust that left no doubt as to the truth of her statement. Not satisfied with my silence and still thrusting, she told me to beg her to fuck me. I had no will power left to resist and i heard myself begging and pleading with her to fuck me. She laughed and told me to beg some more since she getting wetter hearing me beg. by this time , I knew I was totally hers to do with as she pleased. She had pierced me physically and mentally and owned each. So I begged as never before in my life and she thrust deeper and quicker to show her pleasure, her pace a constant barrage on me. Then to my surprise, my cock – until then flaccid and caged – began to grow as she stimulated something deep in me. The unexpected pleasure grew and it was fantastic. I moaned with pleasure and she laughed ‘Can it be?’ and her hand reached around me and felt my hardening cock. ‘It is true! My little dom is getting a hard on from being ass fucked! How very sweet!’ Her pace picked up and I was torn between the pleasure and the pain. I slid into a place in my mind that I had never known to exist. A sub space of total abandonment, a place where I had no control since she had ripped it from me. And to my surprise, I was happy. I began to press back at her thrusts and she moaned and gasped ‘surrender to me Charles, give yourself wholly to me!’ and without hesitation or thought I replied ‘ I am yours Mistress!’ I begged her never to stop which set her off into a renewed frenzy of thrusting. I am sure that everyone within 100 miles heard our groans as to my utter astonishment, I climaxed, hard. The intensity of that climax was amazing as she drove into me, her own pleasure evident from her moans. It seemed to go on and on and I floated in the thought of her ownership. But unfortunately, it eventually ended and I collapsed onto the bed, spent and used. She eased out of me and I felt her lips brush on the back of my neck. ‘Charles you are mine!’ and my heart sang, finally knowing the truth of her statement.

I was still reeling from being collared as Mistress Luna sat back and smiled at her handiwork. ‘I always knew I would have you submit to me’ she laughed and deep inside I knew she was right. ‘Now get up’ I got to my feet and she walked behind me and untied my hands. ‘On the bed Charles, and I want you all spread out for me, once set, don’t move unless I direct you to do so’. I quickly got on the bed and spread my arms and legs wide, my heart racing as I did not know what to expect, except the fact that she had said my training was to begin and she never said anything without meaning it. She sat at my left ankle and quickly secured it to the bed with a length of cord, her motions were quick and efficient and I knew she had planned this for awhile. My right leg soon followed and then she moved to my right hand. She gestured for my hand and I meekly held it out to be secured to the bed. Getting up, she walked around the bed until she came to my left hand and again had me hold it out as she tied it to the bed. I was now more vulnerable to her than I had even been in front of anyone in my life. And my body quivered in that knowledge. She saw that involuntary movement and she smiled an evil wicked grin and said ‘I see you have started without me’ and she laughed a low evil laugh. Then to my surprise she started to undress, taking her time with each item and folding it before she put it on a chair. First her shirt then her shoes, her bra followed and then it was time for her to wiggle out of her jeans. She was wearing a black thong and she removed that and placed it by my head. Her naked and shaved body had the impact one would expect and my cock was hard by the time she finished disrobing. She sauntered to the bed and sat beside me. She leaned to me and kissed me, her tongue thrusting into my mouth as her hand fondled my balls. I responded in kind and briefly our tongues met. Once they did, she pulled back and slapped me across the face…not hard but enough to gain my attention. ‘Charles, what part of don’t move didn’t you understand?’ She grabbed my balls and squeezed them lightly. ‘I think you’ll find that you are in no position to disobey’ and she squeezed them again lightly. She then leaned in and kissed me again, hard. Her tongue thrust and explored my unresisting mouth until she was satisfied. She sat back and said ‘since you can not wait to use that tongue, I think we will start there’. She got up on the bed and straddled my chest and then moved up to my head. She stopped when her legs were pinning my arms down and her crotch was inches from my face. She grabbed my hair and pulled me to her and lowered herself onto my face. ‘You know what to do don’t you?’ and I began to lick her pussy as she ground herself onto me. I pushed, licked, explored and caressed her pussy and reveled in the taste and smell of her. Finally, my tongue found her clit and I circled around it, rubbed it and sucked on it until she was moaning and rocking harder on my face. She then directed me to go faster or slower, and where she wanted my tongue. I willingly obeyed and soon I felt her thighs squeeze my head. My jaw was almost in spasm but I redoubled my efforts and then with a grumbling moan, she came. I was covered in her juices and as I continued to pleasure her until with a final moan, she lifted herself from me. ‘Not bad for a first time Charles, we must give you a lot of practice so you don’t need to be told what to do. But let’s see what that cock of mine is doing. But first a little stopper.’ And she reached over and grabbed her thong and pushed it into my mouth., holding it in place with a silk scarf. She then turned on my chest so her back was to me but she was still straddling me. I then felt her hands explore my cock and balls, her face so close I could feel her breath on it. ‘I thought I told you I prefer my subs shaved? No matter, I can handle that later. For now, I want to see how you will respond.’ I then felt the tip of her tongue trace around the head of my cock, down the shaft, over my balls, one at a time and then back. It was fantastic and I felt my body tense as she did it again. The second time she ended at the tip she slowly engulfed me in her mouth and I could not stop the gasp of pleasure she caused. She slowly worked back up and fingered the cock ring. ‘I do like this ring but I think it is time for a real subs’ leather wear’. She unsnapped it and tossed it aside. She then reached over for something but I could not see what it was and besides I really did not care because she also began to stroke my cock with quick sharp strokes while she swirled her tongue and lips over the tip. In what seemed like seconds, I felt the urge to climax start low in my balls. She let it progress until I was just about to climax and she stopped, dropping me from her mouth. She waited until I was limp and then repeated the process, and then again…and again..and again…and again…and again. It happened so many times, I lost count and I also lost myself in the pleasure and frustration she brought. My cock was so hard it was sore and my balls ached with the need for release. On the last, she leaned back and looked at me, ‘shall I finish?’ and I nodded my head vigorously. She smiled that now familiar wicked grin and turned back to her work. But instead of her tongue and hands, my cock felt hard cold metal and soft unyielding leather. A pull around my balls and a pressure there , a sliding of cold metal and the slap of leather and she laughed as she finished. ‘At last my own gates of hell and its victim!’ She unstraddled me and held my cock up for my own inspection. As she said it was a 5 ring goh and it was snuggly on my cock! And then from the end table, Mistress Luna took two small padlocks. The grin on her face was unreal as the first lock snapped and locked my balls in place, but that was nothing compared to the moan she let out after the second lock snapped at the base of my cock. I could not believe it but I will swear until the day I die that she climaxed as the second lock clicked in place. The look of lust on her face was frightening as she laughed and fondled me. ‘I was right! This is so fucking hot!’ Without another word, she sat on my thighs and as she fondled and played with me with her left hand as her right was frantically stroking her pussy! The joy on her face and the sexual intensity only crested when she reached her climax, pulling on my cock as she said, almost to herself ‘ One more step until you are finally and utterly mine Charles!’

The shudders of her climax had barely slowed when Mistress Luna grinned and stared down at me. ‘I do love the way the gates of hell fit my cock, Charles. But there are some things that need to be done. I think I did say I prefer my cock shaved, didn’t I?’ As she said this she pulled on the tuff of pubic hair still visible behind the gates of hell. ‘But let’s do this the right way’. She got up and from under the bed she pulled out her high leather boots, and sitting on the edge of the bed she put them on. These boots are her trademark and the sight of her naked but booted with the gates of hell and collar keys hanging between her breasts made me hard. Uncomfortably so, since the gates of hell was an irresistible force controlling my ardor. She stood looking down at me: collared, naked, spread-eagled, her thong still firmly held in my mouth with the scarf, my cock firmly controlled and powerless. She sighed ‘I do so like you this way, it is a shame to move you. But I do know a way to solve this problem.’ She walked to the bureau and took out a digital camera with which she snapped off a number of pictures, full body and close up. Finishing her photography, she sat down and spoke to me in a very conversational tone. ‘I almost forgot to mention a small detail. I am sure I must have forgotten with all the excitement. How silly of me!’ She hopped up onto the bed, straddling my chest. She leaned over so her face was inches from mine, her right hand behind her holding the ring attached to the tip of the gates of hell. ‘From now on, until and if I decide otherwise, your cock will be locked in the gates of hell whenever your hands are free. Understood? Free hands equals gates of hell, Tied hands and maybe I’ll free my cock.’ She leaned in so her mouth was inches from my ear, her breasts pressed so hard on me I could feel her hard nipples on my chest, ‘and Charles? This will be so, forever! I wear the keys now but once I get home, I have a special place for them. You’ll never know where it is because I’ll only get them when you are firmly tied to my bed. Just think, the last time you masturbated will be the last time you touched your free cock.’ Her breath and lips brushed my ear. ‘Never…again…never! And that thought makes me very wet and very horny!’ She licked my ear and neck and then released my cock. I lay there under her, the word ‘Never’ echoing in my head. I felt the weight of the leather and steel and how it restricted and restrained me. I shuddered to think of my future. She seemed to sense this since my shudder brought a wide smile to her face “Never!’ she hissed. She then sat down on the bed by my ankle and she started to untie me. Once free, she told me to bend my leg and so I did. She then looped a rope around my thigh and tied that to my ankle, effectively holding my leg bent as if I were kneeling on my heels if I was able to touch the ground. She then did my other leg. She reached for her keys and unlocked the gates of hell, slowly taking it off me with exaggerated slowness. A sigh escaped her lips and then she stood and walked to the bathroom, returning with a small plastic bag, a towel and the ice bucket filled with water. She put everything down on the floor and from the bag she removed a sheet of plastic which she slid under my ass and up to my hips. It was beginning to dawn on me what she was doing and it was confirmed when she removed from the bag a throw-away razor and a pair of scissors. She put these between my legs. Knowing what was coming next was one thing, experiencing it was something completely different. With an almost casual push, she spread my legs apart and taking the scissors, she began to trim my pubic hair. Once it was shorn to almost nothing, she cut all the hair at or near my groin. All except the hair on my balls. These she saved for last and she snipped the scissors quickly when she approached me. I could feel the involuntary intake of breath and the moment of panic when she did this. ‘ I do hope I don’t slip now!’ she exclaimed as she grabbed each ball in turn and trimmed any hair from it, moving it around to ensure she had gotten it all. The feel of the cold steel as she moved it along the skin was unnerving and she laughed at each involuntary flinch to the point she did it over and over to see me react. Eventually, she tired of this and put the scissors down. She took out a can of shaving cream, shook it and sprayed the foam into her hand. I at once smelt flowers as she said ‘Since these are no longer yours, I think a nice feminine scent will go well with my cock and balls’. And she rubbed the scented foam all over my crotch. She then proceeded to shave me, from the rope on my legs, to my belly button and all places in between. My hips, pubic area, between my legs, my ass all felt the scrape of her razor. As before, she did leave a small area around the base of my cock and my balls for last. The renewed scrape of the blade along my balls was emasculating as I felt my ‘manhood’ handled and used by her. Each stroke not only took off my hair but it also cut off my sense of control of myself and my body. Again and again she ran it over me, moving my cock or balls to see if she missed a spot, rubbing my flesh to see how smooth she had gotten me. When she lifted my balls and shaved under them, I realized my utter helplessness and yet it awoke a flame in me, a desire for her shaving of me to never end. I fought that thought briefly, still clinging to the Dom that was but as in my physical form, she soon shaved that thought from me, stroke by stroke by stroke. As she finished and held my newly shaved balls in her hand, my cock in the other, I felt truly stripped bare by her, truly helpless and vulnerable but not hopeless. She seemed to sense my thoughts and with a quiet efficiency the gates of hell were quickly placed on her new property and each lock clicked into place. As she locked them, I thought whether they were misnamed. Were they the gates of hell….or were they the gates of heaven?

I stared at the hotel room door. My heart pounding. We had finally worked out the logistics of a meeting and I was about to knock on the door of the room we had gotten. In knew she was in there…waiting. The woman who had met me as an equal, had an initial attraction, a failed submission, a flurry of anger, a reunion, my submitting to her…all this passed through my mind. I thought back to her requests when we set up this meeting. I was to wear no socks, no underwear, just jeans, a tee shirt and some shoes. And, lest I forget, a leather studded cock ring, to be worn snugly around my cock and balls. So I stood there knowing that if I knocked, my submission to her would be complete, my life changed. My cock responded to that thought as my heart began to race faster. I watched my hand raise up to knock on the door. A familiar voice asked me in and I reached for the doorknob…
She sat on the bed, dressed in jeans and a loose fitting shirt. A smile crept across her face as she simply said ‘Strip’. A deep breath. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my shirt over my head. As I began to unbuckle my belt, she told me to stop. ‘Think about what you are about to do, you drop your pants and you are mine, totally and unconditionally. You don’t and you can walk out but know this well, there will be no further chances’. Her tone of voice booked no discussion. Not that there was any doubt in my mind but her words struck home. I looked down and finished my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and let them fall down. I stepped out of them and finally got up the nerve to look at her. A smile was on her face and she nodded as if to herself. ‘You’ve made your choice, now stand up straight, hands behind your back. I want to see if the reality is like the dream’. I put my hands behind me and took a deep breath to try and calm myself. She slowly got up from the bed and walked over to me. Slowly she ran her left hand over my chest, the right at her side, a cord dangling from it. She scraped her fingernails across my nipples as she walk by me and then pulled my hands together, quickly tying them behind my back. She stepped closer and I could feel her breath on my shoulder and neck. ‘Don’t speak until I specifically ask for an answer. Nod if you understand’. I nodded. ‘Good. I’ve waited too long for this’ I felt her hands slide along my hips, the right heading for my cock, the left cupping my balls. ‘So how is my big, bad, dom?’ She laughed and began to stroke my cock and fondle my balls. She pressed against me and I stood there being manipulated by her. Minutes passed in silence then she stopped and let me go. ‘Wait! Don’t we have something to do first?’ She walked around me until she was standing in front of me, a wide smile on her face, one arm crooked and the other tapping her cheek as she mimed thinking. “I know what it is! How silly of me to forget!’ Saying that, her hand thrust out and firmly grabbed my balls. She turned and led me to the bed, where she sat down and spread her legs. ‘Kneel to me’ she said and pointed to the floor between her legs. I quickly complied, kneeling naked before her. A smile ‘And what do you want to say? Speak quickly’
‘I want to be yours’ . She grabbed my hair and pulled my head to her crotch, roughly dragging my face on her covered pussy. I could feel the damp heat from her through the rough denim as she did this. She pulled me away from her. ‘Wrong answer Charles! You know what I want to hear’. I swallowed the lump in my throat and my pride with it. My heart racing I said ‘Mistress Luna, this ex-dom asks that you collar him. I submit to your will as you always knew I would’. She pulled my hair again so I was looking at the ceiling, my throat exposed. She leaned towards me until her face was inches from mine. ‘Look into my eyes Charles, and see that as you submit to me I will never release you from your collar. Never. Do you want that?’ I nodded. ‘Say it! I want to watch your eyes when you say it!’ I stared into her very intense eyes and said ‘I submit to you Luna and wish to wear your collar’. The intensity in her eyes broke and was replaced by a smoldering lust, the likes of which I had never seen, especially connected to the evil grin that spread across her face. ‘Stay this way’ she said and released my hair. I looked at the ceiling as I felt the cool metal go around my throat, snapping shut in the front. ‘Look at me’ Luna said again. I did. She held a small lock with the key still in it and a necklace. She stared at my eyes as she opened the lock and fit it to the collar. My heart pounded as I heard and felt the click as the lock went into place. She sat back and put the necklace on, the small key nestling between her breasts. She smiled and played with it, the symbol of my submission. Again the wicked grin appeared ‘It is about time to start your training isn’t it Charles?’

He woke first, not sure where he was for a moment. He had another wonderful dream of his Mistress and felt his cock growing hard again. But then in his disoriented state his cock actually felt really heavy. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting in the darkened room and he heard someone else breathing, and close. As he got his wits about him he jumped as he realized there was a hand on his cock. That was the heaviness, there was a person laying beside him…hell, in his arms. He was confused for a moment, and tried to move but the grip tightened on his growing cock.

“where ya think you’re going mister?” a groggy but familiar voice said. “Just be still a minute.”

Then he realized, it wasn’t just a wonderful dream but the reality of their first meeting. His Mistress still lay in his arms half asleep. She felt warm, soft, relaxed and so good he didn’t want to go anywhere once he had his bearings and realized it was real this time and not another dream. He pulled her tighter and happily complied with her wishes.

She too laid, happy to be relaxed in his arms. So comfortable and warm she didn’t want to move but knew time was growing short and he did have that reunion to get to today. About that time she heard the clock strike the hour. He heard it too, for the first time in fact, he’d been so preoccupied before he hadn’t even taken notice to it. He counted them out in his own mind…four bells. Already his mind was thinking of excuses he could use to cancel his remaining plans for the weekend to just stay here with her. He did after all have the babysitter for the weekend. He rather be here than visiting his old college cronies anyway.

“Did ya hear that sexy man?” She ask. “It’s four AM.”

“Yes I did.” Came his reply.

“What time are you supposed to be there?”

“I was thinking about that. You know I do have the babysitter for the weekend, I could call. Tell them I don’t have one…”

“OHH no ya don’t. You aren’t lying to your friends on my account and then end up regretting it at some point. You made your plans and you’re going to carry through with them as planned. End of discussion!”

His heart sank, “but..”

She cut him off before he could say anymore.

“I said you’re going! Lets not start the day with me having to give you a spanking for talking back or arguing with me, mmkay?” The last bit she spoke with sarcasm and a chuckle.

“So for now you’re going to get up, go get your clothes out of the car and you can have a shower while I get some coffee ready and then you my dear are going to cook me breakfast. I still don’t believe you cook eggs that way. I want bacon and toast too. And I’ll let ya wear clothes even. Wouldn’t want ya to get bacon splattered on this”, she laughed as she shook his cock. “I have after breakfast plans for ya and we need that hard cock in tact.”

She kissed him, rolled him over and patted his sweet ass.

“You better get moving before it gets daylight, that weird neighbor guy is up at the crack of dawn, if he sees you out there naked he’ll be wondering what the crazy neighbor lady is up to.”

Before he got up he rolled back and caught her up in his arms again and kissed her soundly on the mouth, long and deep and again thanked her for the wonderful night. She laughed and told him he was welcome…

“And just imagine what we could do in a whole weekend Charles? Now get going, I’m hungry”

Grudgingly he got up off the floor, he didn’t realize how stiff and sore he was till he went to get up. He put a hand down to help her, she was no spring chicken anymore either and he figured she’d appreciate the helping hand. And she did, also stiff and still sleepy, she always was. He wondered what they were thinking? Acting like teenagers rolling around on the floor like that, geesh! He had to admit, it was the most fun he’d had in ages though and he had no regrets, even if his back was complaining and his knees screamed. Stockings and shoes lay helter skelter on the living room floor, her crop still beside the chair and the wrinkly blanket all dry now bunched up on the floor. What a memory he had now. One he hoped he never forgot.

She got up and went toward the kitchen, he heard the beep of a microwave. She reappeared…

“what are you waiting for, go get your clothes. I’m certainly not going out in that cool morning air.”

She sat down on the blanket beside him. Reaching over she placed a thumb and index finger in the o-ring on his gates. Looking at him she ask…

“Do you suppose I could make this thing cum with my tongue while it’s locked in here?” She studied his member intently, the cogs turning he could see.

“Most probably, Mistress.” he answered with hope in his voice.

“Well it’ll have to wait for another time, I’m tired of waiting. It’s been to long already and I’m hungry for this.” She said giving his cock a good shake.

With that she placed a key in the lock and as it clicked shut it now clicked open again. First one then the other. Both straps fell loose. His cock ready to be freed once again, his anticipation building. The want growing. His cock was already hard, but he hadn’t been prepared for the gate to come off. It took some tugging and when his cock finally fell free the pleasurable pain was intense as blood that had been denied to the tip rushed the length of his still growing, hard cock. He was amazed at how much more it seemed to grow. He couldn’t remember his cock ever being so hard, or ever being denied orgasm for so long with a woman right under his nose. He was beginning to see the benefits of the submissives life. Not that he didn’t during their online play, but this was really something else altogether. And he hadn’t been prepared for the intensity of the play. The emotion involved was very satisfying to him.

She swung a leg across him and slid the length of her body on top of his. Her arms holding her up as she looked down into his eyes, her hips gyrating, wet pussy sliding up and down the length of his hard shaft.

“how’s that baby? Easing your pain any?”

“Mmmm, yessss Mistress.” He growled, trying to get his tip into her pussy.

Every time he got even close she would move just out of reach, enough for his mission to fail. His frustration was showing, his eyes begging, pleading with her to just give in. But she wasn’t done quite yet. The teasing was so much fun and she was going to enjoy it for as long as possible.

Both her arms went under his neck pulling him close and letting the full weight of her naked body down on him. Her mouth found his neck and she licked, bit, sucked. He felt the tip of her tongue on his ear lobe and slowly tracing up the outer edge, back down and she whispered in it…

“You need to cum real bad don’t you, you sexy little slut? You want to fill me up with all your hot cum, don’t you slut? You wanna feel my hot pussy around that big hard cock don’t you slut? Fucking you hard and fast until you can’t take anymore and you explode? Tell me Charles, tell me what you want, you might just get lucky and get it.”

In between each question that was actually more of a statement than question her tongue licked, or her lips kissed. She nipped his ear lobe. All the while her breath as strained as his. Both having fits of passion and wanting each other stronger and more urgently than they imagined they would. It was a most exquisite moment for them both.

“Ohhhh Mistress, Pleaseeeee”, was all he could get out.

As her mouth began to kiss it’s way down his neck, along his collar bone and beyond. Her lips found a nipple, it was hard and she didn’t let it go to waste, she sucked and nipped it. Rolling it in her teeth causing him to shiver. Tracing tiny circles around it, licking her way to the other nipple to do the same. her mouth and tongue working him to a frenzy of want, need. His moans increasing in number and volume. She pushed her self up on her knees, still astride his hips she sat back on his cock. The tip showing between her pussy lips. She slid back and forth a few times, rubbing her clit on his hardness, watching the tip disappear only to re-appear with the next movement. He wanted to reach up and grab a handful of tit and massage them as they bounced with her movements, or at least grab her hips and slide her back and forth on his swollen cock.

As if she knew what he was thinking she said…

“Don’t think about it mister, I’ll bind your wrists over your head if you touch me before I tell you to.”

And with that she leaned back down to resume her work on his nipples, licking sucking enjoying the taste of his flesh. Both of them moaning in the pleasure that was enjoying each others bodies and the effects they were having on one another. She worked her way down his ribs, across his belly. Swirling her tongue around his navel. She could feel his breath being taken away as she tickled him with her firm tongue. She got to his hips and nipped his flesh, her teeth working down his outer thigh, a tongue across his knees. Kisses up the inside of the other thigh, while her hands slid up the outsides to find their way around his cock. Firmly gripping and stroking his hardness up and down. Her tongue sliding across his balls all but did him in, he wasn’t ready for that as he’d been to that point laying back, eyes closed just enjoying the sensations. He’d been teased so long now. He just wanted to feel himself inside her by this point.

He raised his head to watch her, she was already looking at him with a half a smile on her face.

“Now, my dear. You may touch me now.” And she slid her tongue up the length of his hard shaft to meet the pre cum which had started to run down the length since she held it up from his body, stroking.

She licked his tip clean, as he moaned his need through his quickening breaths. He was almost afraid to touch her in case he did anything to change the erotic feelings she was inflicting upon him at this moment. At the same time he wanted to feel her silky hair entwined in his fingers that he’d only ever dreamed about to this point. Hesitantly he placed a hand on either side of her face. Caressing her gently, running his finger through her hair. It felt like fine silk and he couldn’t decide which was softer, her hair or mouth. She watched his eyes, she was smiling at him through half close lids full of lust. Her mouth working up and down on his cock. She loved doing what she was doing he could ‘feel’ how much. His hips began to thrust of their own accord. He had no control left. He did want to fill her up with his hot juices. All the while she was manipulating his balls adding to the sensations he was experiencing.

She buried her face in his crotch. He could feel the muscles in her throat trying to swallow him. He’d never felt anything so good on his cock before. His whole length was being worked all at the same time and he was in heaven, he was sure of it. Up and down, down her throat the tightening sensations of her swallowing while he was this deep in her was unlike any blow job he’d ever had. He pulled her tighter to him and she pushed deeper down on him, her free hand sliding under his ass pulling him tighter into her mouth. Her mouth left him long enough to tell him “NOW, I want to taste you NOW!” And she again buried her face, the tip of her nose against the flesh of his groin. Pumping his cock up and down with her tight, warm mouth, sucking. And then she felt the first throb begin. His body tensed and she held his ass to her tight, her other hand still on his balls, squeezing with each throb. His exhausted moans filling the room. His cock pulsed and she felt the hot liquid slam into the back of her throat as she swallowed him. With each new throb she swallowed squeezing every drop she could get out of him. As his cock slowed it’s contractions she began to work her mouth back up and down again on it length, licking the head. Not missing a drop. Giving his balls a final squeeze to be sure she got every drop, the last squeeze cause his cock to twitch a final time and a last little bit of cum dribble from the tip and started oozing down the shaft. She was sure not to miss that bit either, looking him in the eye as she licked it away. A smile crossed her lips as she took her time licking him all over, his cock, balls, again his legs and belly. A bite on his nipples. All the while his cock still in her hand massaging his now very sensitive member. She nuzzled into his neck, kissing him, she whispered…“Delicious.”

“Thank You Mistress, that was wonderful. More than wonderful really. I wish I wouldn’t have waited so long for this visit.” And with that he wrapped his arms around her, she still had a hold of his now spent cock and they laid just quietly enjoying the moment.

The last thing he remembered hearing was her voice in his ear whisper…

“Mine!” as she squeezed his cock for emphasis. And they both drifted off to sleep in a very satisfied state

She extended her arms out and snapped her wrists, the blanket floating down like a lazy cloud, landing on the floor behind him and the gentle breeze caressing his skin as it touched down.

“Alrighty handsome man, turn yourself around, bend at the waist and face down. I want that sweet ass in the air”, she helped him get turned and held on to him as he lowered himself. His ass still in the air displayed and at her disposal. His arms still tied behind his back, the leash on his cock and balls pulled taunt. She got on her knees behind him and then he felt them being pulled tighter as she began to undo the knot. He felt a sadness as his cock fell forward hanging straight down from his body, still hard, still aching with need. It was as though she let him go, he was enjoying the tightness she had created and wanted more of the same.

The cold gel soon got his attention. He felt her finger tip press into the goo and slide down the crack of his ass. He shivered at the cooling sensation and the strength of her finger tips as they slid up and down his ass, stopping occasionally to play with his hole, with her other hand cupping his leather strapped balls that were so tight and heavy with cum. She squeezed and massaged his hairless balls all the while working his sweet ass rubbing and caressing that tight hole. She lowered her mouth to his tight ass cheek, licking and kissing and nipping at it. He began to moan and gyrate. Humping the air, so bad he needed to drive his cock in her. She really was trying to drive him insane, he was sure of it. He had thought their first meeting would be a wild fuck fest, just get it out of both their systems, she had told him it would be as much. But he’d already waited, been denied to many hours with her so far. Even though it had seemed like he’d just arrived he knew the day was dwindling away, the sun was fading and it didn’t shine in the window like it had been a short time ago and through it all he was sure he was losing his mind.

“Please Mistress…”, he again pleaded.

“Charles you know I own this ass and I have limited time with it. So be warned right now I’m going to take my time and enjoy every minute I have with it. Don’t worry baby, I’m going to fuck you real good!”

And with that he felt her slender finger enter his now relaxed asshole, at the same time she squeezed his tight balls. He finally had what he’d waited so long for. He felt her inside him, stretching his tight ass slipping in and out, he was feeling more and more relaxed.

“How’s that feel naughty man?” She asked

“ohhhhh Mistress…” was all he got out. She chuckled.

“Oh yes indeed, you like having that ass fucked don’t you naughty man?”

“Ohhhh Yes Mistress”, came his reply in between moans of pleasure.

She slowed enough to insert another finger as she stroked in and out, fucking his ass he began to push back against her. His humping growing urgent.

“Mistress, pleaseee may I cum…I feel like I am going to cum.”

“Ohh you better not even, I’m not through fucking you yet. Besides we aren’t finished with this little conversation either.”

He groaned in pleasurably agony. “Mistress, I am having trouble controlling it.”

The gates of hell on his cock weren’t preventing what was happening inside. Her massaging his balls and milking his prostate together were creating exquisite sensations that he’d never in his life felt.

“Beg for your orgasm Charles, beg me. Tell me who owns you, who owns this sweet ass. Tell me you’ll always be there for my use and at my whim.”

“You do Mistress, you own me you always will. Please let me cum, please fuck me hard and fast. Pleaseeee.”

“Awww Charles, my sweet, sexy slut. You beg so well”

Harder and faster he pushed against her hands, his asshole gripping her fingers and squeezing them tighter with each push. His hips thrusted his gated cock into the air, fucking a cunt that wasn’t underneath him. Her finger tips gently brushing his organ with each thrust he made.

“That’s it slut, fuck it. Harder, faster. Lets see you spill your load” His moan started low, deep in his chest, his breathing was frantic and his ass was enjoying pleasure he never thought he could feel, thought impossible to feel.

She felt his body start to tremble, she stroked his inner organ and squeezed his balls, massaging them, pushing them up into his body ever so slightly and he started to cum. The hot liquids streamed from the tip of his cock and his knees felt weak. So much so he thought he’d tip over sideways. The sensations he had were so intense and still he wasn’t sated yet. It felt extremely good, but he wanted more. She slowed her hand to match his pushing until she gently slipped from his ass. Her fingers sliding up and down his crack again. Gently pushing his hole as it remained open. Slipping the tip of her finger in and out.

He was trying to catch his breath and she got up and went back the hall again, this time he heard water run. She returned immediately and had a wash cloth in her hand. She wiped him clean of all the excess gel and undid the arm binding. Rubbing his arms, his shoulders. Helping him to roll over on his back. She had a long look at his cock, the tip still shiny with his hot juices. A big puddle laying where what would have been under him if he hadn’t rolled to his side. She slid her hands down his ribs, along his hips, crossing over the tops of his thighs and down his inner thighs the rest of the way. She nuzzled into his neck, kissing and licking with her tongue. Her eyes on his cock to watch it twitch in it’s state of hardness that hadn’t subsided yet.

“Tell me sweet man, how are you feeling now?”

“OMG, Mistress! Wonderful, but strangely still in need. I feel good, but still have the urge and want to cum. I am sorry, I’ve failed you.” He dropped his eyes unable to look at her, he felt ashamed.

“Failed me?! Silly man how do you figure? You still need to cum? You are still hard. How can you possible think you’ve failed me? You lay here a minute catch your breath, stretch your self out and I’ll be right back. Then I’ll show you just how much you’ve succeeded.”

She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth again, and again went back the hall. He heard more water running and this time when she returned she was totally naked except for his locket, but it was missing the keys. He didn’t see her take them off, but then he hadn’t seen her from the front very much so far today.

She spread her legs wider and watched with a grin as he shuffled on his knees, careful not to lose his balance and fall over until he got turned and was facing her. She stood, her crotch in his face and she looped a finger in either side of her thong and slowly slid them down her body. Once past her hips she let the panties fall to the floor and sliding her hand back up her thigh she slowed and drug her finger tip across her clit. Rubbing and caressing where his had just been. Sliding a finger into her pussy she fucked her hole, in and out. In and out, taking the finger out and placing it against his lips, tracing them, sliding it in his mouth where he began to suck off her juices. She felt his moan against her finger more than heard it. And as she sat down told him.

“Take off my shoes.”

“But Mistress, I’m tied?”

“Oh Charles, Charles, Charles” She said with exasperation and shaking her head.

“with your ‘teeth’ my dear. You can do it…I have faith in ya”, she laughed.

He began to bend forward but found it was harder than he thought. They way she had his arms bound behind him and that leash secured to his cock and balls each inch forward pulled his hard organ and full balls tighter and farther backward.

“Awww, is my naughty slut having problems?”

“no Mistress” it was not the complete truth, in fact had she not raised her foot to his mouth he knew he would have fallen face first onto her leg. Once her foot met his mouth half way he used his tongue and slid it under a lace on her shoe, getting a hold of it with his teeth he pulled back and it came undone. She placed the back of her heel against his shoulder and used it for leverage to pull the shoe free from her foot.

“now the other” she said. And the process was repeated.

“Ahhhh, that’s better. Now, take that anxious tongue of yours and starting at the inside of my leg on my ankle glide you way up to my knee.” As his tongue slid up her still stockinged leg her foot came back down to rest flat on the floor. And he felt the top of her stocking bunch around his nose.

“again my dear…use those teeth, pull my stocking off”

He did as told with both legs as she was naked again from the waist down. They only part of her that was covered was her waist. She still wore the long velvet gloves which she used to send shivers of delight up his spine when she caressed his flesh with her wanting hands. And the silver chain and locket with the two little keys sparkled like her eyes in the sun light that streamed in the big window behind them. He could see the lust and want in her eyes. He could also see the nick glinting, he knew she was enjoying every minute of this and he couldn’t wait for her next instruction.

“now continue on that journey you started mister. BUT go slow, don’t rush to what it is we both know you want.”

His tongue circled back and forth part of the way to her waiting pussy, then back to her knee, then back up again. Sending waves of pleasure through her whole being.

“Ohhhh, yessss” she moaned, grabbing his head and controlling his movements on the path she wanted him to take and at last pulling him to her cunt. She held the back of his head while her other hand spread her pussy lips to allow him better access to her clit. His lips were warm and strong against her swollen clit. His tongue darting across her. Her breathing quickened and another moan escaped her lips.

“Fuck me with that tongue.” came her horse growl. And she thrusted against his face. His tongue sliding into her hot, wet pussy. Feeling as velvety as her gloves. The movements of his tongue became more urgent as did the movements of her hips. Her juices were driving him wild and he couldn’t wait to feel his cock sink deep into that velvety softness, feel her contracting on his cock as she was his tongue. He was sure her pussy contractions alone could milk him dry as horny and in need as he already was. She pulled his head back to her clit…

“now suck me, suck me off slut. I want to cum all over your face…nowwww!”

He locked his lips around her clit and did as he was told, intoxicated with her orgasm as she thrusted and moaned. He felt shivers race through her body as she slowed, panting to finally a stop. A smile growing on her lips.

“ohh that was very good indeed, you’re gonna get it now mister.” She said with her evil chuckle. “you do still want it don’t you?”

“ohh yes Mistress…pleaseeeeee” he moaned, his voice so full of need, want, desire. The look in his eye was desperate and as pleading as his voice. She reclined back on the chair and reached for another cigarette. Sliding her hand down between her breasts to wipe the small beads of sweat that had started to collect there. She stretched her legs out on either side of him and just watched him for a few minutes, looking into his eyes. Wishing this moment could last longer than she knew they had time for. She put the smoke out after a few puffs and wrapped her legs around him locking them behind him pulled him closer to herself and leaned forward to trace her tongue across his lips, nipping and biting his lower lip, sucking on it. Until finally kissing him full on the mouth again.

“You know Charles, I’ve never been with a man yet who claimed that he loved to eat pussy and was good at it. And they never are. You however seem to be the exception to the rule. It won’t take much at all and you’ll know exactly how to expertly please me and my cunt every time.”

A smile crossed his lips, the first ‘real’ one she’d seen. The others had been full of nervous anticipation. This one was relaxed and comfortable. And that made her heart beam all the more, overflowing with pride that she felt for this man. She again swung her leg up and over his lead, like she was dismounting a horse.

“be right back” she told him.

Again she went to the back of the house this time she returned post haste with a blanket and something else in her hand. He couldn’t quite make out what that was though. She kept it to her side and his view was obstructed by the sway of her hips as she neared him

“Alrighty then sweet cheeks, turn yourself around for me. And put your arms behind you back too. You know it’ll be fun getting to do this to a actual person finally. Those bolts of fabric I’ve been practicing on just aren’t the same.”

He turned on his knees, which weren’t used to being on the floor this long. This was a position he’d not been used to. Sure she gave him his online tasks over the past months that involved him being on his knees, but that was shot periods of time, this was beginning to appear that it could take a while. She seemed to be throughly enjoying herself.

“Damn baby, you do have a fine ass. So tight and fuckable.”

As she spoke she was sliding the cool, pointy, leather toe of her heeled foot up and down the crack of his ass. He moaned just a bit and leaned back into her foot.

“baby, your ass wouldn’t be begging would it?” and again with that laugh. Her laughter alone was making him crazy and still no orgasm for him. He needed relief and soon, he was going to burst.

“please Mistress?”

“Noooo, not yet slut.” Simply put, no expression.

She began to undo the rope that had moments before been on her shoulder. As she started undoing the coils and finding the ends she hummed a little tune like she was doing a simple household chore. She reached for the cigarette pack on the end table and lit one then began to wrap. Pulling, wrapping, crossing over and under. She’d stop for a minute every so often to inhale deeply on the cigarette and look at her work. Deciding that it wasn’t right she undid a few rounds and started again.

“damn it!” she cursed, “I told you we needed more rope” There wasn’t enough to reach the whole way down to his wrists.

“I should just warm that sweet ass for ya. Then I bet you’ll listen when I tell you something. Oh well, I have a idea that may work out for the best anyway.”

She swung a long leg up and over his head to get up and this time she went in the opposite direction than before. He assumed it was the kitchen. He heard a drawer sliding open, some rummaging around and then she was back. With a long, thin, nylon leash looking thing.

She bent at the knees directly in front of him, so very close but so out of reach at the same time. He could smell her hair and he felt his member twitch again. She held the leash, which he then saw appeared to be a small animal, figure eight harness. She pulled and pushed on the little brass adjustment bar on the harness until the figure eight suited her and she placed one of the open sections over his cock, still in the gates of hell and still aching, throbbing. And the other end went around his leather strapped balls. She pulled the brass bar in the center till both sections were tight enough to suit her and then between his legs she went with the length of it. She stood and went behind him to sit on the chair again picking up the end of the harness leash as she did. She pulled it tight up between his ass cheeks. His cock and balls both being pulling in a unnatural direction. A sensation he wasn’t used to having.

“hobble your little self forward a bit there sweet cheeks”, she grinned as he took the little shuffles on his knees and she let the cord slack enough for him to shuffle forward. She pulled it taunt when she wanted him to stop.

“How’s that feel slut? Do you like that rubbing against your slutty little asshole?”

“Oh Yes Ma’am it feels good.”

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Three sharp cracks fell across his unprepared ass cheeks. The bite of her crop had stung. He had forgotten all about it still laying beside her chair and he jerked from the shock of her actually smacking him more than the actual pain, which surprisingly, actually felt pretty good to him.

“Let me tell you something right now Charles. Don’t you ever call me Ma’am again. Do I make myself perfectly clear mister?”

“Yes Mistress, I’m sorry.”

“Tis ok this time, you’ll learn. Trail and error can be fun don’t you think?” And her laughter filled his ears.

“Yes Mistress”

“At least fun for me. I do enjoy tormenting you my dear. It makes my pussy so wet.”

As she spoke he felt her weight shift as she slid her ass to the very edge of the chair. She pulled his partially bound arms to her hot cunt until his hands were within feeling distance of her horny cunt. He could feel how hot through the leather thong that barely covered her beautiful pussy. She guided his hand until it was touching flesh. She pulled the thong aside and guided one of his fingers into her wet hole.

“See how wet slut?” she growled out as she gyrated her cunt up and down his finger. “Put another finger in slut” she said as she fucked his hand.

“Oh Mistress …please let me loose so I can service you properly.”

I’ll decide what’s proper, now shut up and do as you’re told or you’ll get a proper spanking for talking back. DO IT, finger fuck me the way I say and now!!“

“yes Mistress, I’m sorry.”

She rode his fingers and her breathing quickened and moans escaped her lips, he wished he could see her face but in their position all he could see really well were the muscles in her leg, that were planted on either side of him, working as she fucked his wet hand.

Her movements slowed and then stopped. He felt her weight shift again as she slid back on the chair and the rope between his ass cheeks grew taunt again.

“Mercy, I almost forgot I was in the middle of something here. You still need bound proper then you’ll finish what you started.”

The leash pulled tighter, up between his ass cheeks and to his wrists where she wrapped until there was just enough left over to knot to the arm binding rope.

“there we go…done!” She exclaimed excitedly. “Now carefully, dear slut hobble your little self around so you can properly service your Mistress.”

She buttoned up her coat as he reached for his pants.

“what do you think you’re doing?” She ask. “you won’t be needing those, and as a matter of fact take that shirt off now too.”

As he did in the parking lot, he did here too. Looked around to see who could be in seeing him in his nakedness. She did have neighbors and they were all close. Close enough to see him if they were looking out windows. But he didn’t question as he pulled the shirt over his head laying it aside.

“now what Mistress?”, he ask.

“well, come around and open my door handsome, unless of course you want to have our visit here in your car?” she told him.

He did, the air was cool, but a relief as he was hot. His stomach in knots as to what he hoped was going to happen. The fantasies of what would be always ran through his mind and each time it ended in a different scenario and each one more fun than the last. He got to the other side glanced in the direction of the neighbors house a bit nervous wondering if they were home.

“Don’t worry Charles, they aren’t home…well, at least I don’t think they are”. She couldn’t help herself, the laughter escaped her lips again. Back into that pocket again and the leash was back out. This time she clipped it to the gates of hell locked securely to his still swollen prick. She jerked and tugged just enough to make his cock jump and seem to dance. She arced the leash from side to side to make it go back and forth. Seemed she was going to sit in the car forever and play with his cock. She giggled like a child with a new toy. Her eyes focused on his member, the smile ever so wide on her lips. After what seemed like several more minutes than it actually was she extended her hand to him and he helped her out of the car and shut the door. It was then he’d noticed how slender her fingers really were, but strong at the same time. She let go and gave one last tug on the leash, snapping him to attention.

“lets go you horny slut, I know that ache you have is in need of quenching”.

He followed her up the steps of the porch and to the door. She took a key out of that pocket and unlocked the door and they were inside. He looked around, it was small but cozy looking. Again she pressed him back. This time not so gentle, her body crashing into his she dropped the leash and cupped his balls while her lips met his in a long, deep wet kiss. With the other hand she slid the tip of her thumb across the new slickness that leaked from the tip of his cock. She wanted to feel that hard shaft between her lips, still tasting the sweetness of his precum from the ride home she longed to feel that shaft filling her throat, throbbing in her mouth. But not just yet…she had other plans to take care of first. He would very willingly beg before she gave him what he needed.

His hands slid up her hips under her coat which she hadn’t removed yet, they came to rest on her breasts. Squeezing and rolling the nipples between his finger. He felt her immediately tense and she pushed herself back away from him.

“did I say you could touch me?!”

“Well, n-no you didn’t.”

“n-no you didn’t…Mistress!” she said in a child-like mocking tone with a more stern, grown up voice emphasizing Mistress,

“Don’t forget who you’re addressing Charles. On you knees man and don’t even think about moving from this spot, I’ll be back in a moment. We need some ‘corrective’ tools for you.”

With that she turned and headed back the short hallway to disappear from his view. She didn’t go far though, he could hear her rummaging around. And his mind raced as to what she meant by ‘corrective tools’? He knew she wasn’t really much of a sadist so he wasn’t concerned that it would be a flogger or any such beating stick. But all the same, that was one of the things that excited him about her. You just never knew what was next where she was concerned. He heard what sounded like drawers opening, doors shutting then a loud thud which caused him to jump in his skin as he wondered what that noise could possibly have been and hoped it didn’t have anything to do with ‘corrective tools’. He waited what seemed to be forever. She didn’t come and didn’t come. But he could still hear her doing what ever it was she was doing back there. He looked down at his now limp cock, tightly locked up in the steel and leather and couldn’t believe he was even in this position. A year ago he was giving her orders and she fought him every step of the way. She did try hard to be a good sub for him, he knew that. But he also knew you just can’t change the nature of some people. And hers was strong, so strong in fact that she was the only woman he’d ever given him self so completely to and ask for nothing in return.

He was startled back to reality with at light tap-tap-tap on his nose. And a smell of leather and her perfume filled his nose.

“Hellooo, anybody in there?” Came her question in a sing-songy voice.

He looked up and there she stood in front of him looking down into his eyes. He was melting, the dom was finally all but gone. He wanted nothing more than to please her at that moment. The coat and boots were gone. She had on a very sexy pair of black leather, lace-up ankle strap heels, black stockings and a under the bust black leather corset with it’s matching thong, her bare breasts and hard nipples looked made for his mouth and he wanted to feel them there. To complete the vision were black velvet opera gloves. In her hand was the instrument that caused the tap-tap-tap. A riding crop. He wasn’t all that thrilled with the all back clad Dommes he’d seen online all the time especially when they were holding riding crops. But in this instance it was effective. His cock raged with desire. Around her shoulder hung coiled black silk ropes. Under other circumstances and with different rope it would have appeared she had cattle to rope.

“Now then, since you have problems keeping your hands to yourself I’ll be practicing my arm binding technique.”

And with that she turned and went to a comfortable looking easy chair and sat down, spreading her legs wide to give him a good view of her thong covered pussy, a hand on each knee.

“Crawl over here”, she lifted one arm and motioned with the crop to the spot on the floor between her legs that she wanted him to be.

She watched and smiled, he was staring intently at her leather clad crotch.

“you aren’t looking at my pussy are you Charles?” She mocked. She knew he was looking and he knew she knew.

“Do I need to put a hood over that head too? Maybe a blindfold would be to your benefit. If you can’t see what’s coming you may not be as scared” She laughed heartily. She knew she was enjoying this way too much!

“There’s a good little sex toy, crawl to Mistress”, she said as he reached his destination then she laid the crop on the floor beside her chair and placed a gloved hand on either side of his face and pulled him to her lips to kiss his mouth. After kissing him soundly on the mouth she brushed her lips across his jaw and up to his ear and whispered…

“you WILL be drained dry before you leave here my dear, I’m gonna eat you up.”

And with that, her hand dropped to his full, tight balls and she squeezed until he thought the cum was going to start pulsing from the end of his dick that moment. They felt so good in her gloved hand she didn’t want to let go.