"I need a reward for all my hard work," Lynn said, finally laying down the paddle. "Move your ass over here," she ordered, indicating a spot in front of the couch.

After awkwardly carrying the chair beneath me over to that spot, I knelt back down and twisted my head to watch her. With little fanfare she unsnapped the waistband of her shorts, unzipped the zipper, and pushed them to the floor. Then, knowing I was watching her, she slowly lowered her panties to the floor, leaving her bottom half naked.

Hopping on the couch she positioned herself so that her open legs were just inches from my face.

"Is this what you want, dog? Is this what gets you hard?"

"Yes, Mistress, I want your sweet pussy in my face. I dream about your cunt. I'm your dog. And I want to be your bitch!"

"Let's just see how good you are as a dog, first. Eat me out, you lap dog. Drink my juice. Make me cum."

With that she scooted forward until her cunt was full onto my face. I eagerly shot my tongue into her hole, tongue-fucking her and then sliding up her slit to her tiny pearl. My Mistress isn't big into teasing around her clit. She wants to feel it hard and fast. She smelled sharp and tangy, and tasted kind of rough. But I still loved it. I wished I could use my hands to pull her even tighter against me. In truth, when I'm feeling this way I would rather fuck her with my tongue than with my dick. It makes me feel like I'm really her sex slave. Like everything I do is simply and solely for her pleasure. Which it should be, when she's in charge. So I strained to press myself harder against her steaming slit, to push myself deeper into her juicy hole.

As I crammed my face hard against her cunt, my Mistress shifted her legs so I could reach the tight, crinkled skin of her asshole. Taking my cue I licked my way down, spearing my tongue into her spastic hole as deep as I could press. She moaned then, from deep within her, and I knew that I'd scored some major pleasure points. Again and again I violated her anus, filling her with my lively, flicking appendage. Finally she let her legs fall back down, tearing me away from the dessert and back to the main meal.

"Ugggh. Ummmmmmmmgh. Aummmmmmggggghhhhh! " she cried as she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me tight against her slit. I worked her wet cunt savagely, now totally devoted to stimulating her hard, quivering clit. Finally she came, bucking up and down as though my face was a dildo, hard and rough enough to prolong her ecstasy. In fact, in the past she has kept me at it, tonguing her to orgasm after orgasm, until she was so exhausted all she could do was lay on the floor and pant. And until my tongue was so sore I had to eat soft foods the next day..

I don't know what it is, but eating her cunt when I'm submissive like this is different from eating her out when we're making love. I think it's much like the different kinds of blowjobs a guy can get. If it's freely given, then it feels pleasurable enough. But sometimes a guy just wants to stand over a woman and tell her, "Suck me, bitch," and then watch as she bends her naked body to the job, her only role to give pleasure to the man-beast towering above her. He'll fantasize then, about being able to order her to do his bidding anytime, anyplace, her entire being tasked to fulfilling his every wish. It's power that only the kings and emperors of old could enjoy.

When I bend to eat her pussy, it's almost like I'm as helpless as the wenches and concubines who served their king. Just as they sucked his cock, the source of his power, I suck the source of her power. Just as they were forced to lick his shaft and worship his balls, I'm forced to cleave her slit and tongue her clit, pulling her power-drenched juices from the depths of her. She's raping my mouth. And I'm giving into her power.

My Mistress understands this now, and uses her pussy for both her pleasure and my punishment. Sometimes she sits bottomless on the couch, and I'll lightly lick her slit as she uses her laptop or watches television. A few times she has allowed me lick my way up her legs, but stopped me just inches from her pussy, forcing me to look but not touch, to smell but not enjoy, until she is finished with her program or her book. Occasionally she'll get on her hands and knees and force me to lick her from behind, as a dog would. I'll cram my face between her ass cheeks and slide my tongue as far into her hole as I can, before lapping ferociously at her hidden clit. She loves to use this position to make me give her a rim job, too, where I lick her asshole to get it wet, then shove my tongue inside. It's a sure way to get her moaning. And for her to show me who's really boss.

After she finished using my tongue as a dildo, my Mistress fell back against the cushions, her pussy bright red and covered in her juices and my spit. She was still wearing the white shirt she'd presumably worn all day, and I wondered if I was ever going to get the privilege of seeing her tits. But instead of replying to my unspoken entreaties, she simply got up and headed to the bathroom, leaving me trussed to the chair like forgotten sex toy.

When she finally returned, she looked much fresher, whereas I felt dirty, sweaty, and nearly frustrated to the point of exhaustion. As though reading my thoughts, she sat next to the chair and began pulling and twisting my dangling cock, stretching it to its full length and letting it snap back. Moving upward, she grabbed my balls in one hand, her fingers separating them, then squeezing them with a gradually increasing intensity. She tugged at the short hairs there, painfully stretching the skin as the follicles refused to part. Sometimes she'll strap me down and pull single hairs out, an operation that leaves me panting from the pain and pleasure. For extra effect, she'll pull out two at once, leaving me feeling as though she was pulling a nerve straight from my body. She'll even make a game of it, trying to find the longest one.

"Are you ready to cum, slut?" she whispered in my ear.

"Yes, Mistress," I pant, my cock hard in her hand.

She tugged at the ropes until they fell away; she never knots them because she knows I want to be there.

"Lay on your back," she ordered, as I forced my cramped body to obey.

Laying flat on the floor, my dick stuck up like a flagpole from the V between my legs. Without a single comment she lowered herself down on my hard cock, her steamy wet cunt encasing me in its heavenly tight grip. She rode me then, as an animal might hump a branch, with no regard to anything but her own pleasure. Regardless, the tight feel of her pussy, and the sight of my cock disappearing inside her, brought me to the edge of oblivion.

"I'm, I'm going to cum, Mistress," I announced, though she'd set no limits on my behavior when it came to cumming this time. With no admonishment to stop, I let myself spasm, my cock squirting a huge load of jism deep into her sexy hole. Just as I finished my orgasm, she reached down and pinched my hardened nipple, the pain causing me to twist beneath. A not so subtle reminder: even though I'd finished this part, I still belonged to her.

"That was quick," she commented, pushing against me to help herself stand up. Instead of moving away, though, she took two steps forward until her sopping pussy was directly over my face. I could clearly see the angry lips of her cunt, the curly V of her cunt hair, and farther up, could catch occasional glimpses of her joyous tits. As I strained to see more, I felt a drop of liquid splatter on my face. Then another. Was that a drop of her juices? Or something else?

She turned around to face my feet, then began to set herself down. Onto her knees. Onto my face! As she slowly bent down, her pussy slowly pulled open. And what I had just shot inside now began seeping out, as surely as gravity pulls any liquid to the lowest point. Without a bit of fanfare she sat on my face, and I instinctively tilted my head back so I could get my tongue into her deep hole. I didn't do it, yet, instead enjoying the almost claustrophobic sense of her cunt upon me. I could only breathe through my nose, and one wrong move backwards would leave me literally breathless. This is my favorite pussy-eating position because I'm completely at her mercy, as forced to perform as if she were raping me.

Finally I thrust my tongue up into her waiting hole, only to feel a stream of sticky, salty semen coat my tongue and flow down into my mouth. I swallowed it quickly, the taste and viscosity as familiar to me as any other, as familiar to me as it is to her, in fact. Urgently I pushed my tongue back inside her, seeking more of the holy fluid. She wanted me to clean her out, to suck my cum from her cunt in an orgy of masochistic pleasure. And I wanted to eat it all, to prove that I was worthy of continuing.

That was the key; the unwritten pact. If I proved myself sufficiently at this stage, she agreed to continue to greater punishments and pleasures. Even though I had already cum. Even if she had already cum. Even if we were both, momentarily, drained of passion and desire. Because my desire would return. And I would want more.

I'd barely finished cleaning her slit when she abruptly knelt forward and took my rapidly shrinking cock into her mouth. Now the touch that I would've welcomed just minutes before became a new form of torture for me. Licking just the tip of my cock, she stimulated the most sensitive part of my body ­ made ultra-sensitive by just having orgasmed. The result was an intense burning sensation, not unlike placing a hot iron on exposed skin. But not excruciatingly painful; just extremely intense. In the right circumstances, it can be exceedingly pleasurable. These were not the right circumstances.

My legs thrashed and cramped as her tongue dipped into the slit at the top of my cock. She had my upper body pinned to the floor, and I could see nothing but her ass and the bottom of her pussy. She continued at her task, seemingly oblivious to my cries and gasps, now using the palm of her hand to gently rub the dry helmet, creating friction of immeasurable degree. My hands were locked beneath her knees; my body locked between her legs. She rubbed the ridge between the helmet and the shaft with the side of her thumb. The friction was so intense, so hot, my feet began to tingle. And still she persisted, her actions bringing a reaction from every extremity. I felt weak, drained, and yet I could feel that passion and desire building, building. I was nearly ready for Round Two.

Finally she pulled the whole of my cock into her mouth, her tongue soothing where it had once been excruciating. After sucking me gently she rolled off me, the look in her eyes telling me all I needed to know. I'd passed the test. We were going to continue.