He rolled over to face Angie, whose eyes rolled loosely in their sockets. As he contemplated her beauty, he realized that he wasn’t angry at her. Yes, she had hypnotized him, but he hadn’t been controlled. You couldn’t make somebody do something under hypnosis that they didn’t want to without an elaborate ruse. All she had done while he was in trance was to—rearrange his priorities for the afternoon. Andy pulled his aura back around himself. The gorgeous pixie blinked and slowly shook her head as she regained her senses. "No, Angie, I couldn’t be angry with you for this afternoon," he finally admitted. "I mean, I am thrilled to be lying here naked with you. You’re just so gorgeous… that it’s always on my mind when you’re around."
Drew wasn’t telling Angie anything she didn’t already know—but it was nice to hear it from him. She cooed, "You’re sweet," and kissed him on the cheek as she cuddled with him. She felt happy and sort of… gooey inside when he talked like that. "Oh, Drew," she sang, then suddenly rearranged herself and playfully kissed his nipple. There was a brief pause, then she ran her tongue around it and drew the sensitive bump into her mouth, making him moan. "No hypnotism this time," Angie whispered. "I promise…" Andy gasped loudly as she kissed her way to his rising cock.
Great, Andy guiltily thought. Dani’s in jail, and here I am fucking my brains out. He quietly, gently moved away from Angie, who was now sleeping very peacefully. She sighed, but did not wake. It was a little after seven in the evening; he dressed and went in search of Gina. The coven leader was in the library, and had just fit a cigarette into a holder. "Save it," he sighed in resignation. "I’m feeling guilty, not angry."
Gina looked at Andrew with surprise. The coven leader had hastily prepared the distracting prop, but now put it down since it wasn’t going to be necessary. She had sensed his agitated state as he had approached the library and assumed that his agitation would turn into anger upon seeing her. "Well, Miss Gray is fine—considering. And she has the best defense lawyer in the state," Gina began, then summarized her meeting with the lawyer for Andrew. She left out her method of persuasion, and said nothing about Susan, who hadn’t been gone more than ten minutes. "I’m sorry to have excluded you, Andrew, but I was worried that your presence might—complicate matters. After all, you are very emotionally involved in this," she explained. And this is a coven affair, Gina thought. He nodded glumly in acceptance. "Come, join me for dinner, darling." She altered his brain chemistry, causing him to temporarily forget his guilt and sigh happily. "Andrew… do be a cooperative dear," the coven leader said with a wicked grin. He smiled, weak, but genuine. She was glad she hadn’t used the holder—he’d need all the strength and stamina he had for whatever Susan had planned.
"Yes, Robert. Saturday night. Here, in my dungeon. That’s right—an initiation party—and you are explicitly invited." Susan Newton waited while the voice on the other end of the line detailed his busy Saturday schedule. "Then you won’t be able to make it?" she asked, feigning disappointment. There was silence on the phone. Finally, she got her answer. She smiled evilly. "Yes, that’s no problem… we’ll just be getting warmed up by then…"
The next evening, Susan was waiting for Andy at the train station. "Gina sent me to fetch you," the tall woman lied. As they rode to the castle, she sprang her trap. "Andrew, I can get Danielle freed, and have all charges dropped. What’s it worth to you?" She had no doubt about his answer; the actual reply was just a formality. "Then I will do it," Susan said. "In exchange," she began, inserting a dramatic pause, "I want you to come to my house tomorrow at eight p.m.—sharp." He looked at her quizzically. "Come prepared to serve me… until Monday. If you do well, I shall take care of all of Danielle’s troubles." Of course that wasn’t true: she would handle Danielle’s situation regardless of his performance, but he would do better with the incentive. "And Gina had better not find out," she sternly added. He readily agreed to her terms. Now all that was left was the shopping for the "party" and the disposal of Lewis and Steven for the duration.
Gina took Andy to visit Danielle the next day. They met separately with the jailed initiate; she went first to get Danielle up to date on the efforts in her behalf. Much to the coven leader’s surprise, Danielle was more bored than anything—she had used the power to keep the male guards (and herself, for that matter) off her back. The young woman discreetly asked Gina for some help with bribing the female guards. They had put her in a cell with a woman named Carla who had tried to rape Danielle the first night she was in the cell. The taller, stronger woman’s attempt had failed because Dani had enthusiastically eaten her pussy. Now the local dyke was wrapped around Dani’s finger, hopelessly in lust. The coven leader was almost speechless at the initiate’s nonchalance over the whole affair. "Until you get me out of here, I do what I gotta to survive. Carla’s effectively my bodyguard; nobody messes with her, and by extension, me," Danielle shrugged. After a few more minutes of coven discussion, Gina told Dani that Andy was waiting to see her, smiled, and left.
He walked in the room, and Danielle’s heart rate jumped. She had serious problems with the thick plexiglas that separated them. It would be much too obvious that something unnatural was happening if she were to wind up on the same side as Andy, although she desperately wanted to touch him… and other things. "Hi there," she throatily said as she swallowed a sob. "I miss you," Dani whimpered.
"I miss you too," Andy replied, his voice half-choked as well.
"That’s OK, Andy," she cooed. "I’m just very happy to see you." The two lovers looked at each other wordlessly as Dani swam in his aura, which was unencumbered by the plexiglas. It was a fairly silent thirty minutes until a matron came over and whispered to Danielle that her visitation was over. She didn’t contest and blew her boyfriend a kiss. "We’ll be together soon." As the door closed behind her she hoped that she had been right.
Andy watched as they led his meek girlfriend away. He hated feeling helpless, and Dani’s obvious powerlessness only exacerbated his feelings. He made a silent vow to be everything Susan wanted him to be. Something told him that the dominatrix would be successful in getting his girlfriend released.
"Come in, Andrew." Susan Newton greeted the apprehensive visitor at her door. He looked around the deceptively average living room briefly, spending more time ogling her attire. Mistress Susan adjusted her miniskirt, feeling a welcome, familiar, yet special, thrill. She had spent a little more time than usual primping for him. She had taken great pains to insure that her outfit was revealing enough to arouse. The eldest initiate knew that she looked hot, while her latent desire for him made her more than a little horny. "Andrew, from this moment on, you are to follow my every instruction without question or hesitation. You must serve me of your own free will, however. I will not use the power. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress Susan," he immediately replied.
"When you displease me, I shall punish you," she continued. "And you have just earned your first punishment. A slave should never use his mistress’ proper name unless he or she is given explicit permission." She chose that time to remind him, "If you serve me well, your precious Danielle will be released on Monday." Susan locked the door and took a deep breath; the games were about to begin.
Andy waited nervously; Susan sounded very serious. He knew that she had him exactly where she had been wanting him. He took a deep breath and swore that he would go through with it for Dani’s sake. "Undress," she commanded. "Your body belongs to me this weekend, and I have decided that it should be unclothed." Susan walked around him as he complied. If she was tempted by his nakedness, it did not show. This was not exactly a good sign. When he had removed his underwear, she said, "Very good. Now come to my dungeon, where you shall be—punished." The tall woman sounded entirely too excited about that for him to feel any comfort.
Once in the dungeon, Susan headed directly for her toy chest, with Andrew following obediently. "I have decided that you need some clothing after all." She showed him a chastity belt, which was going to be critical to his submission. He was clearly afraid of her—he would do anything she asked out of that fear; it was much more important that he want to do anything she asked. She clinically put the belt on and clicked the lock shut. He had enough room to feel comfortable unless he started to get aroused. Once past the earliest stages, he would feel exponentially uncomfortable as his arousal grew. She had more props for his seduction into her service than the belt—and many delightful plans. "Your sex is also my property," Mistress Susan declared. "This belt will insure that. I have the only key."
Andy looked at the lock on him and at the key in Susan’s hand. He was in for it now… His fearful thoughts were interrupted when she announced his "punishment." He walked across the padded floor to the tiled area as she directed, staring at the assorted restraints. He swallowed hard as Susan detailed his immediate fate. "Pain is an effective instructor. I am going to shackle you, then I will whip you for your earlier transgression." The dominatrix looked at him with a severe expression. "Be aware that this is not the only form that punishment can take."
Andy swallowed hard and squeaked, "Yes, mistress."
"Slaves do not speak unless they are given permission," Mistress Susan sternly admonished. She fastened him to a pulley and locked his ankles in place, then considered the array of whips and paddles lining the wall. She was quite aware that Andrew was watching her in silent and growing fear, restrained and helpless. She didn’t let her excitement show, and selected a short riding crop after making him wait for a while. The dominatrix watched her trainee’s eyes get big as she cut the air a few times… for effect. She began to circle her trapped prey, breathing her intentions at him in seductive whispers. When the crop touched Andrew, he flinched. Susan teased him with the most gentle of caresses, delighting in the moan from his lips. She ran the crop around his sensitive nipples, cooing softly at him. This foreplay was designed to accent the pain of his first stroke, which would be so unexpected when it came.
She brushed his inner thighs with soft strokes to further stir his blood and smiled inwardly at the first signs of his discomfort. Mistress Susan expertly flicked the crop across his chest without warning, which caused Andrew to yelp and forget about the chastity belt. She grabbed his chin and cheeks with one hand and snapped, "I told you not to speak unless I give you permission!" His eyes widened; Susan felt her composure slip by the smallest margin as the aphrodisiac of his fear registered to her senses. But she didn’t want him afraid. The dominatrix let go of his face and resumed her gentle, teasing strokes. "The proper response for a slave is to count the stroke and say, ‘Thank you mistress.’ You have my permission to do that when I hit you," she softly, lovingly purred. "Now, shall we begin again?" He nodded, remaining silent. Susan caressed his face before moving slowly behind him, watching his body tense in anticipation.
The dominatrix waited, but he didn’t relax. She leaned to him and fluttered her lips around his neck and earlobe, raising slow, audible gasps from him. He shivered, moaned involuntarily, and his body slackened. Mistress Susan gave him another stroke. She heard the yell die in his throat. Andy drew a deep breath and quietly replied, "One. Thank you, mistress."
"Excellent, darling," she sensuously whispered in his ear, before kneeling to run her tongue and satin-gloved hands along the approximate path of her blow. Mistress Susan blew air across the wet trail of saliva, cooling the effect of the crop. A deep purr that started as a moan rumbled in his throat. The tall woman stood, waited for a moment, then flicked the crop against his ass, enjoying Andy’s stifled (with obvious effort) cry. He drew another loud breath through clenched teeth.
"Two," Andy gasped. "Thank you, mistress." Susan knew that he wasn’t much for pain, and she had no need to give him any more. This was just for demonstration. She had better things to do with him, and three full days in which to do them. The dominatrix put the crop in the "used toys" bin.
"That is all the whipping you deserve for now," Mistress Susan magnanimously declared to a grateful Andy. "I am impressed by your force of will when it comes to disobeying your body’s instincts." She abruptly leaned forward and gave him a deep, wet kiss while again playing with his nipples. He groaned in mid-kiss as Susan continued her expert manipulations. Bound as he was, he had no choice but to accept her hunger, and the belt he was wearing turned his arousal into discomfort. "Oh… you may also consider this… punishment," she blithely added. "But only for the moment. By Sunday night, I am going to have you begging for my kiss…" Mistress Susan kissed his throat, sucking gently on the skin. Lowering her voice, she continued, "My touch…" She ran her hands around his body and her bare legs slid along his thighs. "And my command," she throatily concluded.
Andrew’s heart was racing, his respiration rapid, and his pupils had dilated; the dominatrix knew that she was getting to him. Her last gesture for this part of the festivities was a lingering, sucking kiss to each nipple that ended with a gentle bite. Then she gave him an electric stare of the purest desire before leaving him shackled and alone to stew in her dungeon.
Andy hurt. He heard Susan lock the door as she left. The throbbing ache between his legs had already begun, and the restriction of his slowly (too slowly) shrinking cock only heightened the pain. His arms, extended over his head, had also begun to hurt. He barely noticed the residual sting of Susan’s blows. A noise from outside the dungeon signaled his tormentor’s return. He acutely felt the ache down below again. Andy wished that Susan wasn’t so sexy; the provocative attire she had been wearing was just an exclamation point to her seductive bearing. She efficiently removed him from his extended position and his bonds. It was difficult not to shake his arms, but Andy thought it best to remain passive.
Mistress Susan put a collar around his neck and fastened a short chain to the loop. Andrew didn’t react, carefully playing his assigned role. She knew he was trying to avoid further punishment; she pulled roughly on the chain and attacked his mouth with hers. His distress became readily apparent, but she continued her stimulation until she was finished. And raring to go. "Sit down, my pet," Mistress Susan cooed. He grimaced, but obeyed quickly enough despite the chastity belt. She secured his wrists and ankles, then gave him another hard, wet, possessive kiss.
Susan walked over to the door; Andrew couldn’t see what she was doing from his position as she picked up the prop for the next scene; this was per Gina’s notes on the young man. She hoped that it would be as effective as the coven leader had seemed to believe it would be. She sat in the cushioned chair in front of him and slowly crossed her legs, giving him ample opportunity to stare at her pussy. Then she deliberately revealed a cigarette holder, demonstratively put a cigarette in it, and lit it. She took an extended draw, held the smoke, then exhaled through her nostrils, leaving only a brief stream to expel from her glossed red lips. Mistress Susan settled into the chair with the 12-inch-long black holder held vertically between her fingers, and leveled her eyes at Andy. His face was a display of abject shock. The dominatrix fought back the small doubt gnawing at her and took another deep, intoxicating drag, letting the head rush subside before quietly stating, "I am the mistress of all your fantasies. And you shall worship me, in the hope that I shall see fit to grant them."
Andy managed to keep quiet, but he swallowed loudly. Susan watched the shock fade from his face as she took another demonstrative, eternal pull. By the fifth one, he was a picture of glazed attention, and Mistress Susan had discovered a second key to him. His face was showing pain from the pressure of the chastity belt; nonetheless, he continued to watch with fascination. Andy’s hungry, attentive stare made her feel warm… very warm. This was a new sport.
Mistress Susan unfastened her top, looking purposefully at Andy. Without a word, she slid out of her miniskirt, sending an echo of the heat in her body at him through her eyes. "Mmmmm… You want to touch me now, don’t you?" she asked, her voice a seductive near-whisper as she removed her gloves. Susan ran her fingertips from her neck to just above the hair around her sex. "You liked the show your mistress put on for you." She teased her nipples, then slid her tongue over her lips and slowly uncrossed her legs, leaving them spread in front of his face. "Now you are mine, because I am the mistress of your fantasies." Her hand lazily traced gentle lines and circles around her torso. She was just going to maintain her arousal at this level for a while.
The dominatrix intimately caressed herself in full view of the stricken man. She was waiting for the nicotine buzz to fade a little. Susan seductively whispered about the effects of her fingers and how his desire for her was growing into exigency. She would also mix in an occasional hint that she might do something about his—condition. His eyes implored her to help him; the obvious frustration and hunger on his face made the room much warmer in spite of her nakedness. She walked slowly to him and unfastened one of his wrists, softly commanding, "Lie back." Susan re-secured his wrist past his head; Andy relaxed as he understood what she was doing, and she fastened his other wrist in a similar fashion.
Now he was on his back, arms and legs extended, without the collar. She straddled his chest and knelt. Susan slid herself along his body, marking his torso with her arousal. When the tingle intensified enough to make her suck in air, the dominatrix looked down at Andy’s pleading face and commanded, "Service me." She grabbed his head and forcefully ground her pussy into his face, smothering him. She fucked his face with slow, hard, driving rolls of her hips. Andy got the idea, sticking out his tongue. Susan moved his head to put his tongue in opposition to the motion of her hips and her breaths became shorter and louder. She would let a deep, long purr reverberate when she would find a good combination of pressure and location. The dominatrix rode his face to an extended orgasm, one that made up for in duration what it lacked in intensity. She had a fleeting thought that the sizzlers would arrive later in the weekend. After she had broken him.
Her juices covered his face; Andrew had been well-used, and he looked the part. The frustration of his arousal quickly reappeared, so the dominatrix decided to heat him up a little more. She fetched another cigarette and stood over his prone, still-restrained body. "I am your bitch goddess," Mistress Susan announced, "and you will worship me, darling." She symbolically placed her foot on his chest, then took a long, full drag. "You crave release. Am I the only one who can provide that release?"
"Yes, mistress," Andy moaned. The pain incredibly accented his frustrated, still-growing arousal—or was it the other way around? It was difficult to think. Mistress Susan was the bitch goddess from a fantasy of his—and Gina was the only other person who knew about it. He knew he had been set up; he also didn’t care. Andy had not been this frustrated since Danielle had been a cold-hearted bitch. Yet Mistress Susan held a promise that Dani hadn’t in the early days. "Please, mistress! I’ll do anything! Command me… please… mistress," he whimpered.
"I command you to beg me to whip you." The dominatrix took another deep drag. She waited, but his desire for her was not yet strong enough to overcome his distaste for pain. "Very well," Mistress Susan said. "I see that you are not ready to be my slave." She knelt, teased his nipples with her hands and mouth, and purred, "But you shall be." She unshackled him, then pulled him along by the collar and chain. "Come along." Mistress Susan was far from finished with him.
She led him upstairs to her parlor, fastened him to the bed post by the pillow and made him lie down. Susan rubbed her mound over his chest to excite herself, and to force him to smell that excitement. She lovingly cleansed his body with her tongue and lips, spending the better part of an hour playing with his senses, rendering Andy’s body as taut as piano wire. Susan smiled seductively, eyes alight with sexual hunger. Then she pushed him off the bed and quickly chained his arm to the leg of the bed. "You will sleep on the floor tonight," Mistress Susan calmly stated.
Andy looked up at Susan with pure shock. The fall off the bed didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as his throbbing blue balls. She had already started to make demonstrative oral love to a realistic-looking dildo. He gasped as Mistress Susan spread her legs and slowly, explicitly, masturbated for him. He tried to ignore her, but her purrs became soft moans that turned into loud cries as her efforts gained effect. She thrashed around the bed in her pleasure; Andy was breathing almost as loudly as the dominatrix was by the time she had ridden the phallus to satiation. After a bit, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and suggestively cleaned the dildo with her mouth. He was ready to surrender, but Mistress Susan climbed back into the bed and turned out the light.
The alarm that went off reminded Susan to take Andy to the bathroom. She ordered him to remain silent for the duration. She led him back to the bed, re-chained him to his spot on the floor, and went back to sleep, alone in her bed, dreaming of all the delicious decadence to come.
Andy woke up; he was still chained to Susan’s bed. He couldn’t hear her anywhere, and he needed to pee and SHIT the morning hard-on HURT inside the damn BELT… "Hello, my pet." The cool, confident tones of the dominatrix’ voice slowed his racing thoughts. She unfastened him and pulled him to his feet. Her first act of the day was to give him a powerful, passionate kiss. He responded despite himself and it caused him to have flashbacks from the previous night. When they finished, Mistress Susan had a bemused expression on her face; Andy belatedly realized that he had been waiting for another kiss.
As Andy had expected, he waited on the taller, older woman hand and foot throughout the morning. It was almost as if he were a houseboy again. But he was Mistress Susan’s houseboy this time. The difference was that while Danielle had been an unattainable bitch he had slaved for, Susan was a bitch goddess who promised sexual gratification on a colossal scale. This was not just some vague feeling he got: the dominatrix had spent the morning delivering spontaneous, unannounced "lust attacks." She would pull him roughly to her and kiss him with murderous passion while grinding against him. She also made a point of using his fetish against him, matching his enraptured stare with one of pure lust. By noon, the chastity belt was a real problem. The tall, ungainly, plain woman had transformed into the sexiest, most desirable, and the only woman in the world for him.
All of this was not lost on the instigator of Andy’s difficulties. Mistress Susan mulled over her course of action for the afternoon; Andy was ready to give in. He would sell his soul to get rid of the chastity belt now. His kisses had grown stronger, more insistent over the course of the morning, and the dominatrix wondered if she could wait for her first guest to arrive. She willed herself to calm down. She would wait. After all, she was Mistress Susan.
At seven-thirty p.m., Leslie Woodbury walked into Susan Newton’s home. The two women embraced warmly at the door. "I can’t believe I’m here in the States again so soon! My holiday leave was going to be quite dull back in England. Now, thanks to you, I have a chance to see the United States!" Susan smiled. "In exchange, I am willing to do anything you ask, as we discussed. I believe you are aware of my—references."
Susan nodded. "First, darling, let’s get you unpacked, and get you something to eat. Our business will wait until you’ve had a chance to recover from the overseas flight. So, what are your plans once you leave here in two weeks?" The two women went up the steps, talking about the sightseeing opportunities for Leslie.
After dinner, which Susan prepared and served, Leslie noted, "Where are your slaves? I’m surprised that you’re here alone."
"I’m not alone," Susan replied, "I have company downstairs in the dungeon." She paused, then elucidated with a feral grin, "A novice. At least until I’ve finished with him."
"Male?" Susan nodded. "I was hoping that it would be Danielle," Leslie said, her voice and posture filled with disappointment. "Do you know if she could—" Leslie hesitated. "—Come over?"
"She’s unfortunately unavailable at the moment," Susan interrupted, delicately sidestepping the question. "However, if you would like to come to the dungeon in a couple of hours, I would welcome your participation." Leslie declined, saying that she really would like to bathe and nap; now that she had eaten, she was getting sleepy. "Very well," Susan said, "the three of us will have a chance to get acquainted tomorrow."
"Ummm… Susan. Thanks, but if it’s a male you have, and if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not. I mean, I will, if it’s in your service, but I have still have some… issues," Leslie said, with some hesitation. "I’m women-only at this point in my life." She sighed. "I still have some resentments, and I’d rather not find myself in a situation where they can injure someone else."
Susan said, "I understand, and it’s not my nature to force a scene upon anyone." She paused and grinned. "I will let you know that you are missing a wonderful young man; a very—special young man. Perhaps after you’ve resolved your issues, the opportunity will present itself again." That drew a puzzled grin from Leslie. The two women hugged and went their separate ways; Leslie upstairs to a nice hot bath, and Susan downstairs to her dungeon, where Mistress Susan reigned supreme.
Mistress Susan looked down at the young man on his knees in her dungeon; she had been toying with him all day. She had completely broken him several hours ago; he had begged to be whipped and used, and she had enjoyed the eagerness of his oral adulation. But the bitch part of her goddess bearing had decided not to do anything to ease his arousal. Andrew was positively brilliant on the metaphysical plane. "Slave, whom do you serve?"
"I serve only you, mistress," Andy replied, a small groan coming through his lips. If she took the chastity belt off, he would run through a brick wall for her.
"Excellent, darling." Mistress Susan teased Andy with her lips and hands, causing him to shiver and whimper due to the chastity belt’s continual restriction of his hardened cock. The dominatrix watched his metaphysical being glow, dancing energetically for her. She put a cigarette into a holder. When she lit it, slowly, demonstratively exhaling thick twin streams from her nostrils, his aura flared brilliantly. She slowly reclined, uncrossing, then re-crossing her long legs. "Now, my slave, it is time to give you a show. Just watch, and adore me." Mistress Susan played with his fetish, reveling in the energy it added to his aura. Eventually, it just glowed a consistent, intense bright blue. The iridescent black flecks were moving fast enough to act as tracers of their paths.
Andy was nearly dead at this point. He was beyond arousal, beyond fantasy—somewhere near insensibility. He was in too much pain from the chastity belt to have any sense of anything else. He wanted to let a very loud, frustrated moan go, but Mistress was present. She looked indescribably sexy, the very picture of bitch goddesshood. At the moment, he was more a prisoner of his fetish than of Mistress’ domination; it didn’t matter. He would serve her in any way she asked. Mistress left the room, leaving the door open, keeping him silent.
It seemed like forever until her return. Andy snapped to full attentiveness. Mistress walked around him appraisingly; without a word. A whiff of her perfume caused him to moan as his nuts reminded him that they were still full. He had a sense of excitement-laden dread. His cock was just waiting to expand, and Mistress was wearing a small, thin dildo. "Slave. I have a present for you," she leered. She took him to the bathroom first, then let him walk around for a while. Her gentle treatment puzzled him, but he was still wary: Mistress made no motion to take the dildo off.
Eventually, Mistress put him in one of the trusses and spread his legs. His arms were extended on either side of him so that she had access to his entire body. She started with a soft, gentle kiss, confusing him. The dominatrix began to arouse him slowly, gently teasing him with her hands and lips. She gave him a hot, wet kiss that he returned eagerly. Backing away from him, Mistress put a cigarette in the long black holder and took a few drags. He again belonged completely to the dominatrix. "Do you want me now, darling?"
"Yes," Andy gasped, "Mistress." He was hurting so much and he craved his mistress’ touch. Anything at all. She was looking expectantly at him… and he realized what his mistress wanted. "Please… fuck me in the ass, mistress," he pleaded. Her thin lips drew back in a smile, but the lines of her face were relaxed; it was not a cruel smile, and that made him feel… excited.
The dominatrix stepped behind him and cooed some reassuring words. She stroked his body, making him shiver in excitement. Mistress Susan slowly pushed the lubricated dildo into his ass, squeezing a low, throaty moan from him. She pulled her hips back, then swung forward, going in a little deeper. Andy moaned again, and his body shook. The tall woman fucked him slowly, whispering all the while explicit descriptions of all the decadent, erotic games she would play with him for the next two days. He gasped and whimpered with every move she made. She had not taken the chastity belt off, and she spared him no stimulation.
She slowly and smoothly eased the dildo in and out until it was obvious that he was no longer coherent enough to do anything. Mistress Susan pulled the fake cock out of his ass, walked around him, and removed the chastity belt. Andrew sighed happily, but his eyes were unfocused, and his legs were no longer supporting his body; the restraints were. His cock stood completely erect, twitching in the air. The dominatrix positioned the dildo again. Her next thrust caused Andrew to moan weakly, but she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking in time with her thrusts. This lasted for about fifteen seconds. His body went stiff as a board and he growled very loudly before trying to ram his cock and balls through the circle of her fist.
Andy’s body jerked as he released the pent-up cum and the frustration of Mistress’ expert sensual torture. He gasped with each burst that felt indescribably good, yet it burned almost painfully along his cock. The ecstasy of the moment completely emptied his mind. The only things that worked were the reflexive muscles in his body; Susan took care of one set of reflexes with her patient masturbation—his rapid breathing and racing heart were the others. It lasted for an eternity, this intense, painful bliss. When it faded, he was briefly aware that his ejaculation was over; then everything went black as his overextended nervous system shut down.
When Andy regained consciousness, he found himself lying down with no restraints. He felt too heavy to move anyway. His vision returned a few seconds after that; Mistress was sitting next to him on the floor petting his face and hair. "Welcome back, slave. That was excellent," the dominatrix cooed. She smiled warmly at him, and he was thrilled that he had pleased her. "It is time to rest for the night. Come to my parlor, my darling slave," she gently commanded.