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"So you think you'd like to play?" she asked. "Yes, I think I'd like that."
She smiled
then, a pleased smile. "Then wait here, and take off all your clothes. Kneel
in the
middle of the floor, and wait until I come for you. I have a few things to
get ready."
She disappeared through a doorway, and I soon heard the sound of water
running. I
looked around her living room, and felt my cock begin to stir with
anticipation. I soon
heard the shower stop and undressed, heart pounding, still not quite
believing what
was happening. And now here I was, kneeling naked in her living room with a
throbbing hard-on.
Minutes dragged past, then I heard a door open, and the click of heels in
the hallway. I
turned to look, and found my hostess transformed into a stunning mistress.
Her curly
mane of hair was set off now by a studded black choker. Her magnificent
breasts
seemed barely confined in a leather halter laced only to the lower curves of
her
cleavage. She wore black fingerless elbow-length gloves, and held a riding
crop in
one hand. Her hips were sheathed in a tight leather wrap skirt, which bared
her
beautiful thighs. Her stockings were black and sheer, her shoes
stiletto-heeled with
ankle straps.
She was, in a word, gorgeous. My erection, which had flagged a little as I
waited,
stirred to new life. She noted, and smiled wickedly. "Nice," she said,
looking directly
at my cock. "I can have fun with that." I found my voice. "You look
fantastic,
incredibly sexy." "Did I give you permission to speak to me, slave?" My
breath
caught. "No, Mistress," I said, and lowered my eyes. She laughed. "I want
you to look
at me. I want you to want me. You can't have me, of course, until I desire,
but wanting
is good." She ordered me to crawl to her. Then, standing over me, she said
in a low
voice, "Now, I'm going to play with you, and use you for my pleasure. Do you
understand?" I said I did, hoping I did. She ordered me to kiss her shoes
then placed a
thick leather collar on my neck and locked it in place. Pulling me up by the
collar, she
kissed me intensely, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Then she pushed
me
back down to my hands and knees and began to bind my arms behind me with
leather
shackles, one pair at the wrist and another just above the elbow. When she
was done,
she gave me a playful whack across the ass with her crop, and demanded I
follow her
to her room.
She was in no hurry. She sat on her bed and kept me kneeling before her,
arms cuffed
together behind my back, while she asked me pointed questions about my
experience
and my fantasies. At one point she produced a silk cloth, and used it to
blindfold me.
All the while, she kept touching me, teasingly. She gently toed my balls
with the toe
of her shoe, teased my cock with the tip of her crop, and would occasionally
startle
me by pinching my nipples. Once she let me suck her middle finger, which I
did
eagerly, wanting to pleasure her however I could.
When she was ready, she ordered me to stand and guided me across the room
until I
was standing, facing the wall. My cuffed wrists were unhooked from each
other, but
fastened again this time in front of me. She connected the link between them
to a rope
hanging from the ceiling then unfastened the elbow shackles. A moment later
I
suddenly felt my hands being lifted just above my head as she tightened the
rope
holding them to the ceiling. She then placed the shackles that had been on
my elbows
onto my ankles, released the fastening holding the leather straps together
and told me
to turn around. "Good." she said, "Now spread your legs." Suddenly I felt a
firm
strike of her crop on my outer thigh. "Further slave" she demanded,
"Further" softly
flicking my erection with her crop until my feet were almost a meter apart.
"Good,
don't move." she said, before crouching and fastening my ankle restraints
rigidly to
something, which she must have prepared previously.
I had never felt so sexually vulnerable. I was shackled to the wall, facing
out and
completely exposed. My cock as hard as it's ever been and already dripping
profusely
from the tip. "I can see I'm going to have to do something about this," she
said,
seizing my cock at its base. "You've obviously been thinking about fucking
me. You'd
like that, wouldn't you?" I told the truth. "Yes, Mistress, very much" She
slapped the
head of my cock smartly with her free hand, making me gasp. "Forget it
slave. I'll say
when, and if I fuck you."
Letting go of my cock, she walked to her bedside cabinet, and returned with
a small
harness with several straps. "This should keep this greedy little cock under
control."
A few moments later, my proud shaft was encased in a tight leather sheath
that
exposed only the head. It felt as though my entire manhood was being
squeezed in a
fist. My cock throbbed, and instantly, I desperately wanted to come.
Sensing this, she stepped back, and took a moment to admire her handiwork.
She
brought over a tall mirror from the corner of the room and placed it in
front of me.
"Look at yourself, in the mirror," she said, sliding my blindfold up just
above my
eyes. I saw a naked man in complete submission, his limbs restrained, his
encased
cock tormented with lust. I saw her gloved hand grasp the cock, and massage
it's
dripping exposed tip with her thumb. My blindfold was replaced, and I felt
her hands
on my body, moving, squeezing, smacking and pinching me everywhere at once.
I felt
her tongue on my skin, her teeth softly biting and I almost exploded when
just for a
second or two, she took the exposed tip of my aching cock between her lips.
The tension in my body was incredible. It was as though she was touching me
in a
hundred places at once, every one of them was making me crazy with desire. I
slipped
into a sea of pure sensation, leaving every thought behind. My mind was
filled with
only one thing now, an overwhelming desire to come. I began to writhe in my
bonds,
and felt my orgasm approach, but she had other plans.
I was suddenly shocked back to reality as I felt an intense point of heat
hit my chest,
followed by another, then several more, not hot enough to burn but hot
enough to
cause me to jump in my bonds. This was soon followed by the contrasting
relief of
her moist tongue and lips on the affected areas. "Mmmm, chocolate coated
boytoy,
my favourite." She said, and continued to drip molten chocolate across my
chest then
removing it, paying close attention to my nipples. I was in ecstasy as
molten chocolate
ran down my body in small streams, and she worked her way down with them,
leaving not a drop of chocolate on my skin. I felt a sensation I'd never
felt before as
she drizzled it onto the bulging head of my cock, and thought I was going to
come as
she licked and sucked it off. Finally she stood, stepped close and ran her
fingertips
over my skin, the touch making me jump. Then her hand closed around my
sheathed
cock, and her thumb rubbed the wetness oozing from the tip all over the
head. "You
took that well," she said softly. "Maybe you'll get lucky after all. But
first, it's time
you did something for me."
She released my shackles from what was securing me, but left them in place
on my
wrists and ankles. She instructed me to kneel on her bed. I complied and as
I did she
attached a leash to the collar she'd put on me earlier. "Stay there" she
demanded,
before she quickly moved behind me and secured my ankles to the corners of
her bed.
She then got onto the bed, lay in front of me and pulled my head in between
her legs
by the leash. I needed no further instruction, and slowly began to trace
around her
pussy lips with my tongue in a slowly decreasing spiral, stopping
occasionally to
deliver a kiss to her beautiful delicate skin. The scent of her wet pussy
was
intoxicating, and I brought up my still bound hands and began to slide two
fingers into
her pussy while my tongue and lips danced with her clitoris. I increased my
pressure
and intensity, and felt her breathing quicken in response. She was soon
panting and
lost in passion, and as she came I slipped one finger deep inside her ass,
gently sliding
it out only after her waves of pleasure had subsided. "Mmmm," she purred,
"but you
shouldn't have done that." I was left to ponder her words as she got out and
pulled me
up the bed slightly, before attaching the restraints on my wrists to the
head of her bed,
leaving me spreadeagled face down on her bed, my restraints loose, but not
so loose
as I could free myself. She bent down and kissed me deeply, then asked, "So,
would
you like to fuck?" I could only groan in reply as I soon found her lips on
mine. "Yes, I
thought so." she said sensuously, "Kneel on all fours for me." As I got onto
my
elbows and knees she gently caressed my aching balls, her touch reminding me
how I
longed to come.
Her next touch was a hand spreading my ass cheeks, and her other smearing my
opening with a slippery gel, slowly pushing a lubricated finger inside me.
She took
my achingly hard cock in her hand, squeezed it firmly and began to
rhythmically
work her finger in and out of my ass. "Now the fucking you've been hoping
for," she
said softly "Only we're doing it my way." I raised my head and looked back
towards
the mirror, and saw that she had shed her leather skirt. She was wearing a
harness that
was like a leather G-string, and jutting out from it was a black dildo, the
same size as
an average cock. I watched as she moved in behind me, guided the head to my
asshole, and gently pushed it up inside me a little. I moved forward, away
from her
but she took hold of the leash, which was still attached to the collar I was
wearing,
and pulled me back, ensuring the first inch or so of the dildo found its way
into my
ass. She paused for a moment, then withdrew slightly before pushing in a
little further
each time until I had the dildo's entire length inside me. This was the
first time I'd
been penetrated, and it was erotic. She was fucking my ass, and I was
enjoying it.
Then she reached around my waist and loosed the straps on my harness,
freeing my
cock from its leather prison. She began to masturbate me, stroking my cock
in rhythm
with her fucking my ass.
With everything that had gone before, I was on the edge, and had been for
some time.
Before long, my gasps and moans betrayed my approaching orgasm. She took
that cue
to push the dildo deep inside me, tighten her grip, and stroke my cock
furiously. After
a long few seconds, I went over the edge, crying out and writhing as my cock
spurted
long jets of come into the air.