The telephone on my desk rang. I answered it, and my secretary said, “It’s your
wife.”

“Hello, Handsome!” said the soft voice I knew so well. As I replied, shivers ran
down my spine, because she had used the nickname that told me she was speaking
as my “Bondage Mistress.”

“I have something special for your dinner tonight,” she continued. “Why don’t
you come an hour or so early, so that we can get into the right mood?”…

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I could feel my crotch beginning to bulge as I protested that I had an important
meeting to attend that afternoon, but I knew it wouldn’t do me any good.

“That’s your problem, isn’t it?” she chuckled. “But don’t worry, I’ll wait for
you… and maybe while I’m waiting I can think of a little extra something to
whip up for you!” — which meant, I knew, that I could expect some extra tight
bondage and probably some “discipline” for not coming home when she wanted me
to.

I promised to be home as early as I could, and we said goodbye; I hung up
wondering how in hell I’d be able to concentrate in my meeting, with the
exciting prospect of an evening’s bondage fun and games to distract me.

It wasn’t easy, but I managed to get through the meeting without making it too
obvious that my mind was really elsewhere. But once my car and on the freeway I
relaxed a little and my mind started to wander….

Lady Sonia and I had been together for about six years, and for the last four of these
we’d been enjoying games that involved bondage, discipline and slavery; nearly
always Lady Sonia would dominate and bind me, because I got more fun out of the
sensations than she did… especially the feeling of being a helpless prisoner
who must obey every command of my Mistress and submit to her every whim. We
usually had a “session” about once a week, sometimes lasting just an hour or
two, but mostly the whole evening and occasionally I would spend a full day or
even a weekend shackled or bound in some way or other.

One of Lady Sonia’s favourite games — and mine, too! — was to call me at my office,
like she’d done today, and use our pre-arranged signals to warn me that she
wanted me to be her slave that evening; she knew only too well that the
anticipation was a big part of the fun for me!

My anticipation was becoming almost unbearable by the time I drove into our
garage. I wondered where Lady Sonia would be waiting to “capture” me this time, but I
wasn’t prepared for the large note taped to the door into the house. It read:

“You’ve kept me waiting, slave, so now I’ll make you wait, too. Go straight into
your bondage room, strip and put on what I’ve laid out for you. Then kneel and
bend over the discipline bench, put your wrists into the handcuffs and wait for
me. Do NOT move… except maybe to tremble while you imagine what I might do to
you for keeping me waiting.

YOUR MISTRESS”

I was trembling — more with excitement than fear! — as I hurried to obey these
instructions. The “bondage room” was one we’d set aside entirely for that
purpose: it was full of equipment, from a large bench with rings at each corner
to cuffs and ropes and spanking paddles and so on neatly arranged on wall racks.
But I had eyes only for the things laid out on the bench — ankle cuffs with a
24-inch spreader bar, my briefest “slave pants”, and our big padded “muffle
helmet”.

Getting myself ready was a bit strange. Normally Lady Sonia “captured” me and stripped
and dressed me herself, after locking me into a collar or waist-strap. Now, my
fingers fumbled with buttons and zippers and laces as I stripped quite naked,
hanging my clothes neatly in the small closet, then put on the ankle cuffs with
their spreader bar and locked the belt of the slave pants aroud my waist. My
cock was standing up so stiff that it was quite difficult to force it into the
pouch of soft but strong leather and clip the narrow crotch-strap passing
between my legs and buttocks to the back of the belt. These slave pants left my
ass-cheeks completely bare!

I positioned myself kneeling beside the bench before putting on the helmet,
which covered my head completely and was so thickly padded that, as well as
rendering me blind and speechless, I couldn’t hear a sound! Finally, I bent
forward, resting my belly and chest on the low bench, stretched my arms over my
head and snapped the handcuffs — strategically fastened to a ring in the wall
– around my wrists. Trying hard not to squirm at the erotic pressure of the
pouch on my throbbing prick, I settled down to wait for my Mistress.

Inside the helmet it seemed like hours were passing; and it must have been at
least 45 minutes that I waited, my knees starting to ache and eventually feeling
just a little afraid that something had gone wrong and Lady Sonia couldn’t come to
release me. I shifted slightly to ease the pressure on one knee… and jumped in
shock as — without any warning at all — a paddle landed sharply across my
buttocks. Lady Sonia must have crept in and, knowing I couldn’t hear her, had announced
her presence in a very dramatic way!!!

My prick had shrunk to normal size during my wait; now it tried to burst out of
its pouch, and my ass-cheeks twitched and tensed in anticipation of another
blow. It came after a couple of minutes, and was followed at irregular intervals
by about a dozen more; Lady Sonia knew that a slow spanking gave me the thrill of
wondering when the next one would fall, and this time it was more exciting than
ever, not even hearing the swish of the descending paddle.

My ass-cheeks were very warm and tingling — but not too painfully! — when at
last the helmet was partly undone and a familiar voice whispered in my ear.
“Gave you quite a surprise there, didn’t I, my poor slave?” Then, more sternly,
“That was your penalty for not coming home when I told you to — an ‘extra
something’ I whipped up while I was waiting, d’you see? But you have three more
strokes to come for moving three times while you were waiting… against my
clear orders. I was watching, you know.”

The helmet was re-fastened, and I tensed my buttocks… but the three strokes –
with what felt like a cane or riding-crop — landed in quick succession across
the backs of my thighs instead. My Mistress always seems to be able to catch me
by surprise!

After a few moments I felt the spreader bar being removed from between my
ankles, but it was immediately replaced by something shorter. My handcuffed
wrists were released from the wall and I was helped upright, though still on my
knees. Next I felt a cord passed around my cock and balls and pulled snug, then
tied fairly closely to my handcuffs. Finally, the helmet was removed and I
blinked at the light and saw my Mistress for the first time that evening.

She was standing in front of me, smiling and looking magnificent in a long
scarlet sheath dress and elbow-length white gloves on her bare arms. Lady Sonia is
small and slim with a beautifully lithe and shapely body; her hair is honey-
blond and she was wearing it short at the time, accentuating her long smooth
neck and subtly framing her lovely face with its flashing blue eyes now looking
at me with amusement. I wanted to tell her I adored her, but I knew better than
to speak before being spoken to.

“Well…” she said very slowly, looking me up and down. “Is my slave properly
sorry for getting home so late?”

“Yes, Ma’am, very sorry,” I replied humbly.

“And d’you think you deserved to have your bottom paddled for it?”

“Oh yes, Mistress, I deserved every one of those strokes. Thank you for
punishing me so appropriately. And… Ma’am…?” I finished tentatively, and she
nodded to give me permission to add “Perhaps I’ll learn my lesson even better by
thinking it over in tight….”

“… bondage,” she interrupted with a broad grin. “Don’t worry, you’ll have a
very good chance to think about your shortcomings later… and I’ll probably
pull the ropes a bit tighter for suggesting it, as if you thought I might let
you off with just that spanking. But right now I’m thirsty after that
exercise… and I might even let you have a drink too. Come along; follow me.”

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I had no choice but to obey as Lady Sonia helped me to my feet, then tugged — gently
but firmly — on the leash she’d attached to my cock and balls. Our walk into
the living-room was a little slow due to the 9-inch hobble chain between my
ankles, but once there Lady Sonia made herself comfortable in a big armchair while I
fixed her a drink, hobbled over to serve it to her, then hobbled back to the bar
to fix one for myself.

It wasn’t all that easy to handle bottles and glasses without being able to
raise my hands above waist level (because of the cord between my prick and the
handcuffs), but I’d had plenty of practice at this! Of course, I had to drink
mine through a straw, bending over the low bar. (“Your cheeks are such a pretty
cherry-pink colour,” laughed Lady Sonia, almost making me choke.)

After only a few minutes, Lady Sonia told me to finish my drink quickly, because she
wanted to continue with dinner preparations, and she thought I should be “kept
out of mischief” while she did so.

She made me sit on a straight-backed wooden chair, after covering the seat with
a large piece of studded leather with the points up (“…to remind you of your
punishment for being late,” she grinned). Removing the handcuffs, she pulled my
arms behind the chair back and strapped my wrists and elbows firmly together and
ran a strap around my chest and upper arms and another around my waist and
wrists. Finally she looped a rope around my neck and used the other end to draw
my crossed ankles up into a yoga-like position, and left me there to watch the
news on TV.

It certainly wasn’t very comfortable, bound so tightly with my tender ass-cheeks
resting on those studs. But the discomfort itself was exciting as I pushed
against the tightness of the knots and straps. Lady Sonia went about the final dinner
preparations, looking in on me occasionally to chuckle at the sight and saying,
“Wait till you see what other fun and games I’ve planned for tonight, my poor
prisoner!” She wouldn’t tell me what they were, of course — she knew that my
imagination, and my excitement, were running wild!

“Dinner’s ready,” she said cheerfully after a while, and began to release me
from the chair. Linking my wrists and ankles with 18-inch chains, she led me
into the kitchen. “Serve up two plates, but leave one in the warmer. You will
serve me my dinner first, then you can eat yours while I eat my dessert.”

I did as I was told, and carried Lady Sonia’s dinner carefully on a tray into the
living-room, where she ate sitting at a low table while I waited on her with the
wine. When she finished, she ordered me to fetch my plate and put it on the
mantelpiece.

“With that sore bottom of yours, you’d better eat standing up,” she smiled as
she unlocked the chain from my ankles and attached another around my neck to the
wrist chain, then positioned me astride a low armchair under the mantel. “You
may eat now,” she said. “I’ll see to my own dessert.”

The neck chain allowed my hands to reach the food and put it into my mouth, so I
started to eat. I wondered what was for dessert… until Lady Sonia sat in the chair I
was straddling and positioned her face near my crotch; then I knew!

“I’ve been looking forward to this for hours,” she grinned up at me as she
unclipped the crotch-strap of my ‘slave pants’. “A big tasty creamy dick!” Her
tongue lapped gently at the head of my swollen member, sending a ripple of
pleasure up my spine. “Ah… delicious!”

My dinner was delicious too, but it was hard to concentrate on eating with Lady Sonia’s
clever fingers and even cleverer tongue and lips stroked, nibbled and flicked at
my sensitive cock. Several times I bit my tongue or nearly choked when she hit
particularly sensitive spots… and she knew plenty of those!

She kept my excitement building up until I had just swallowed the last of my
meal; then, with a fingertip on that spot just behind my balls, a hand firmly
holding the shaft of my cock and its head deep in her mouth, she took the warm
jet of my spunk as I jerked and gasped in my climax. I wondered vaguely — as
the waves of pleasure engulfed me — whether I would ever be able to eat that
dish again without getting a hard-on!

A minute later I looked down at Lady Sonia licking the last drops of fluid from the tip
of my cock, and asked, “Do I get my dessert now, boss-lady?”

“Patience, my boy,” came the laughing reply. “Yours will come in good time. I
wonder if it’ll taste as good as mine did. I really enjoyed that!”

It was some time before I got my ‘dessert’; my Mistress was determined to
‘punish’ me properly for coming home late. Besides, I’d asked for some tight
bondage… and I got it!

Back in the bondage room, Lady Sonia put me in a very tight spreadeagle, face up on the
bench, with extra straps holding my knees, elbows, waist and shoulders down
firmly. After attaching two spring-loaded clothespins to my nipples and putting
a little tension on them with thin cord, she left me in the dark “… to think
over your misdeeds.”

About an hour later she returned. She’d taken of her dress and was wearing
nothing but brief black satin bra and panties. She looked gorgeous! “Well, my
bad lad,” she said as she removed the straps over my body, “are you properly
repentant yet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, glad to be able to move again, even if only a
little. My wrists and ankles were still tightly stretched.

“Are you sure?” she asked, passing a strap under my waist and over a pulley,
then drawing my body up into an uncomfortable arch.

“Yes, yes,” I cried. “Your slave is very, very sorry he disobeyed you!”

This exchange continued for what seemed a long time. Lady Sonia loved tormenting me by
tickling, pinching, scratching and slapping my helpless naked body; she knew I
loved it too, and she pretended not to be convinced by my apologies until she’d
worked me up to her satisfaction.

My prick was stiff with excitement again by the time she said, “OK, I’ll believe
you, so long as you show me how sorry you are by giving me a good tongue-bath.”

She released me from the spreadeagle but immediately strapped my wrists and
elbows into a single-sleeve behind my back. Removing her bra, she lay down on
the deeply padded couch and ordered me to begin. I needed no encouragement and
started in, under her guiding hands.

Lady Sonia moaned with pleasure as I ran my tongue in circles over her flat belly,
flicked it up and down the insides of her smooth thighs, and especially as I
licked and sucked strongly on her deep red nipples, turning them into hard knobs
of pure arousal. I could see her panties getting damp with her juices, and the
sexy female aroma was driving me crazy, but she didn’t let me get too close to
that centre of passion. She always enjoyed building up her desire as slowly as
possible before actually allowing her pussy to be touched.

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After a little while she could wait no longer. “Time for your dessert,” she said
as she positioned me kneeling at the foot of the couch and used a rope over a
pulley to draw my wrists upwards, forcing my face down to the level of the
couch. Lying down in front of me, she lifted her hips and made me remove her
soaked briefs with my teeth, then straddled my head with her soft white thighs
and told me to start.

She came almost as soon as my tongue touched her love-bud, clenching her legs
around my neck and moaning softly. I continued to lap, suck, nibble and stroke
my tongue deep inside her while she came several more times, each time more
violently than the last, until she was crying aloud in ecstasy, pulling on my
hair and squeezing her thighs so hard that my ears rang and I could hardly
breathe!

At last she pushed me away, untied the rope holding my wrists, and made room for
me on the couch beside her.

“You did have a good appetite for dessert, didn’t you?” she murmured
contentedly, stroking my naked body gently.

“You bet, Mistress,” I grinned. “It tasted so good, I could have kept eating all
night.”

“Could you now? Sometime I might take you up on that, but you might find it a
bit uncomfortable, tied like that all night.”

“I wouldn’t have much choice, would I, especially if I deserved it for being
very disobedient,” I said with a wink.

“You’re quite disobedient enough as it is, smart-ass,” she retorted with mock
severity. “Not to mention cheeky. I don’t think you’ve really learned your
lesson tonight after all.”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” I protested. “I have, really I have! Please don’t punish me
any more!”

But I could tell by the look in her eyes that my protests would do no good at
all, just as she knew perfectly well that I could take much longer ‘sessions’ of
bondage than this. What was really on my mind at that moment, as my Mistress
prepared to put me into another tight bondage position, was that my crotch was
aching with my desire for her. I wanted nothing more than to plunge my iron-hard
cock deep into her pussy; but our ‘rules’ said that I must never, ever suggest
that to her, because a slave has NO such rights at all unless his Mistress
kindly grants them.

I needn’t have worried, however. No sooner had Lady Sonia positioned me face up across
the couch, my ankles and wrists connected by a rope underneath and a pillow
under my hips to raise them, than she climbed up on the couch too! She stroked
my cock gently for a few moments to make sure it was hard, then she knelt
astride my raised hips and slowly impaled herself on me until she was resting
firmly on me with my prick as deep inside her as it could be.

We don’t do this often — we really prefer to screw with all our legs and arms
free — but occasionally we both tremendously enjoy the variety of fucking with
one of us bound… almost always me! And Lady Sonia always thinks of a new position to
bind me when she feels like fucking her helpless slave… and I just love being
that helpless slave!

Slowly Lady Sonia rocked back and forth, then began to rotate her supple body in a
circular fashion. “Are you learning your lesson now, slave?” she panted as she
started moving up and down on my rampant cock, at the same time raking her
fingernails across the tautly stretched skin of my belly and chest.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped in time with her strokes. “Teach me more, please,
Mistress!” She tweaked my nipples, still sensitive from the grip of the
clothespins, gave me little pinches in all sorts of places, pulled at single
hairs on my chest, and sometimes reached behind her to caress my balls or that
very sensitive spot just behind them.

Our breathing grew heavier and faster as Lady Sonia skillfully built up our excitement.
She continued to tease me about “learning your lesson” and I responded
appropriately, until at last I was too short of breath to speak… and soon
after that Lady Sonia herself stopped talking.

She was doing her best to help me last as long as possible, but eventually
neither of us could wait any longer. Her breasts bouncing gloriously, her hands
clutching the skin on my chest, she started pumping faster and faster,
increasing the pleasure in my rigid shaft to almost unbearable heights. I began
to buck my hips and strain against my tight bonds, which only intensified the
pleasure; then I cried out as my orgasm swept over me and Lady Sonia pushed herself
firmly down on my cock as its thick fluid spurted deep into her.

She waited a few moments, then quickly lifted herself up and turned so that her
pussy was above my face. Happily I licked and sucked our mingled juices out of
her cunt while she squeezed the last drops out of my prick with both hands and
contentedly licked it clean. Then she turned again and stretched her beautiful
soft, warm body on top of mine, and held my face between her hands.

“I think you learned that lesson very well, my sexy slave,” she whispered, her
eyes full of satisfaction and love.

A few minutes later, free of bondage for the first time that evening, I carried
my wonderful Mistress… tormenter… lover… wife to bed, where we lay
entwined in each other’s arms and drifted quickly into exhausted but very
satisfied sleep.

I walked into the candle lit living room & stood still for a moment to adjust my vision. Just then she moved out of the shadows & quickly wrapped a blindfold around my head & eyes. She whispered to me as she bound the blindfold, “You are my prisoner now & you will follow my commands to the letter or else.” As she spoke I felt the heat rising in my loins, I got very excited when she grabbed my hands behind my back & handcuffed them together. I spoke in a low taunting voice, “Or else what?” Mistress Sonia walked in front of me & stood for a few moments, then without warning, she slapped my left breast so hard that I cried out. She responded in a firm voice, “Or else, you will be severely punished….” With the tone in her voice being new to my ears, I felt more heat rushing through my body. Mistress Sonia then put her hands on my shoulders & guided me down to a rather low chair. As I was fidgeting to get comfy in the chair, when I felt a breast brush against my cheek “Suck my tit you nasty little slut!” I was dumbstruck. I felt the electric jolt spread through my erotic zones at her words.

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I was loving this, I eagerly suckled as much of her breast as I could fit in my mouth. I suckled the sensitive flesh surrounding the areola & drew the nipples deep into my throat. I gobbled at her chest with such a ferocity that she had to literally rip her breast away from the seal my lips had formed on her breast. “Oh yes…..that’s a very good start you bad……bad girl.” Mistress Sonia panted, as her head slumped against my shoulder. We both took a few moments to catch our breath, then abruptly Mistress Sonia lunged at me, kissing me deeply, roughly, feverishly. Her hands ran imploringly across my chest, my neck, my hair & finally my tits & already hard nipples. I began to resist the bonds now,
yearning to run my hands across her body. She pulled her head back & laughed at me, “I know it’s killing you to not be able to grab back. But this night is all about my pleasure & you are my little whore toy. Nod if you understand this.” She paused as I nodded. “Now stand up.” I stood as Mistress Sonia began caressing my neck, then starting to undress me as much as she could around my handcuffs. Mistress Sonia pressed her naked body firmly against mine, rubbing her breasts across my own.

I was still blindfolded, but could see this sight in my mind of her round bullet like dark nipples, pressing into my flesh. A sound issued from my
lips as I felt her furry mound pressing hard against mine in a slow deliberate
motion. We begin to grind, arch, press, smash & push our increasingly swelling pussies across one another. Just as we get into a rhythm for this frontal dry humping, Mistress Sonia pulls back swiftly & orders me to my knees. I comply awkwardly, trying not to fall forward with the handcuffs still securing my hands behind me. As soon as I have my balance on my knees, I hear & felt her leg lifting on to the chair I had just vacated.

I felt the heat from her pussy at the same instant I smelled her
excitement approaching my awaiting mouth. Mistress Sonia roughly grabbed a handful of
my hair & hissed down to me, “Suck my cunt like a good little whore. This is
your one chance to get me really hot & wet. If you give my clit the attention it
deserves, I may let you stick your filthy tongue up my tight puckered little
ass. You’d love that wouldn’t you? You just can’t wait to lick my ass can you
slut? I bet your getting sloppy wet just smelling my sexy bud, aren’t you?”  I
was in agony, she was so close to my mouth, but I couldn’t reach her.

My head was straining forward, my tongue stuck out in front as a probe.
I wanted to suck her alright, I NEEDED this Bitch’s pussy in my mouth, at my
mercy. Mistress Sonia taunted me again by sticking her own finger in her pussy &
wiping my lips with her cream. Mistress Sonia gently rubbed my lips & inside my mouth
she drug the finger over my moist tongue. I sucked gently on her finger at
first, until I felt her balance sway a bit. When I knew Mistress Sonia was swooning a
bit, I sucked her finger hard & deep, she let out a long sigh & pulled her
finger slowly from my mouth. “All right Wench, open your mouth so I can fuck
your pretty little face.” And with that, Mistress Sonia mashed my face into her pouty
pussy lips & I began to suckle her clit obsessively. I sucked her clit deep into
my mouth, taking the thin skin in ever so slowly so as to not hurt her, but
enough to stretch that clit just a little bit further. I ran my tongue
repeatedly & lavishly over the top over her pearl as it engorged against my
cheeks.

She moaned audibly & her hand began to run through my hair, grabbing
handfuls & then releasing them in short jerky motions.

I continued to suckle her clit until I felt the size of it grow between
my lips & her hips had begun to sway against my face. Once I felt her hips
smashing harder into my eager face, I began to run my wet lips up & down the
short clit shaft, sucking dramatically at the base. Mistress Sonia was moaning nearly
in a song by now. She is using my hair as a steering wheel to guide my mouth on
her as she smashes her pussy on my face to please her pulsating crotch. I felt
Mistress Sonia’s thighs tighten on my cheeks & neck area, her muscles flexing as she
rode her hips up & down. This went on for several more minutes until the sweat
was adding so much lubricant that I could feel my teeth pushing hard against my
lips, threatening to lash out at her precious flesh. Mistress Sonia pulled her pussy
away & yanked the blindfold off of my head all in an amazing display of self
control.

She was wearing a little white lacey top, it was a sheer one, that
stopped just about half way down her beautiful round ass cheeks. She was a
stunningly erotic vision, her face was crimson & radiant from all the activity,
her breasts were red & heaving, poking through the sheer. Her dark hair tousled
& gorgeous in the candlelight. She looked at me coyly, as I followed her hands
running down her chest & sides. As my eyes continued to fall, I could see the
hooded clit peaking out from between her swollen pussy lips. She came to me
looking me straight in the eye. With only a smirk she wordlessly turned around &
bent over in front of me. She looked over her shoulder as she took tiny steps
backwards until I could reach the offering of her luscious ass to my approving
face. I gazed adoringly upon these globes, as her hands came around & spread the
cheeks wide open. I felt a swooning of my own at the full view of her puckered
little anus, contrasting the swollen, bright red, covered in sexy wetness,
constantly moving, pussy. Her scent was strong & intoxicating, I blew air on the
moisture of her exposed sex, she made a sound & wiggled her ass slightly.

I knew what I was there to do & my tongue began slow flat motions around
the edge of the sensitive skin & Mistress Sonia began to move beneath me. My circles
began to get tighter & tighter until I was slowly rubbing my wet tongue over all
of her ass. She was writhing against me, up on her tip toes, desperate to drive
my face between her ass cheeks. As I let my tongue make another long pass across
her tightening anus, I let my tongue drop down to the edge of Mistress Sonia’s hole.
She gasped & began to roll her hips to better accommodate my actions in this
capacity.

I circled my tongue all the way around her soaking wet opening.
Mistress Sonia pressed her sticky cunt solidly around my chin & pushed down. I knew
she wanted me to open my jaws & give her yearning hot little box a bit of
pressure, but I simply slid my tongue quickly across the opening & pulled my
head up. She grunted, waited a second & tried to smash her opening bud against
my mouth, this time I slid up in a faster motion & slammed my now pussy juice
coated tongue into her tight little ass!

She cried out in surprise & frozen trying to adjust to it. I gave her no
time, I immediately began to rock my head in & out of her plump cheeks. I made
my tongue as long & hard as I could & pounded my tongue so far into her my nose
hurt from the assault. Mistress Sonia yelled “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! OH…OH..OH
GOD…Yes Slut, that’s it, pump my asshole you dirty Bitch! OHHHH……….” I
slammed my face deep into her ass, my tongue was buried inside her dark hole
when I felt her fingers rubbing vigorously against her harden nub. I picked up
the pace then, I bob my head as fast as her fingers could stroke her clit. It
didn’t take too long. “Yes Cunt, fuck my butt. Fuck my ass with your tongue! I
knew you loved it, you are nothing but an ass slave. FUCK YEAH!!…….FUCK ME
HARDER YOU FILTHY WHORE!!! AAGGHHHH…………..” Mistress Sonia crumpled to the
floor in front of me once her amazingly violent orgasm had subsided. I climbed
back up to the chair & breathed through my mouth for several minutes.

Mistress Sonia rolled over on the rug & looked up at me mischievously “You
have two infractions that you must be punished for before we can move on to the
next level. First, was earlier when you looked at me, yes dear one I did see you
do it. And the second is for attempting to regain control during my pleasuring
sessions. You see, I love the discipline almost as much as I love having my
slaves for my sessions. Mistress Sonia came over & motioned for me to stand, which I
did. She then unlocks one handcuff, then relocked them together in front of me.
“Now bend over the chair & get your ass completely into the air.” Mistress Sonia began
with her hand, she swatted my bare ass for several long, painful moments, send
hand sized waves of erotic heat through my ass & straight into my pussy.

When Mistress Sonia grew tired of swatting me, she moved her slender fingers down to my
throbbing clit. I moved my aching crotch against her hand & she responded by
grabbing my swollen clit between her pointer finger & thumb. My breath caught in
my throat as she began to roll her fingers in up & down motions. I was
whimpering as she began to literally ‘milk’ my essence from my now pearl sized
sex. Her timing increased, I began to gasp in time with her strokes, the erotic
pleasure of it was truly sinful. She pulled her fingers away ruthlessly, I
groaned loudly in true sorrow, “Ohh.. no please…please….please Mistress Sonia..”

Once Mistress Sonia had put the blindfold back on me & reset the handcuffs to
be in the back once again, she explained the next level to me. She was going
upstairs in our suburban home to spread herself across something & I was to now
find her by using only my nose. Mistress Sonia said as she left the room turning up
the stereo to cover her movements, “Count to a hundred, then use your noses most
recent memories & sniff out sloppy cunt. Then maybe you can help me Fuck it.” I
must have reacted visibly because Mistress Sonia giggled as she left the room & my
desire had reached a frenzy at the thought of fucking her. Hell, Mistress Sonia had me
so hot by then, even just watching her fuck herself was enough to get me off
now. Count, shit I should be counting. As I top the stairs, I immediately begin
to sniff, all I can smell is the candle on the kitchen table. I move to the
living room, I move across all bits of furniture, slowly so I don’t jam my toes.
Nothing. I move to the bedrooms, the junk room first, nothing there, I am
trembling with anticipation when I enter the spare room & near the bed, I
actually catch the scent. I stopped & sniffed the air, causing a giggle in
response & verification that I was smelling her sweet fruit. Mistress Sonia then came
to me & undid one handcuff, all the while she was rubbing her hot sheer covered
body against my weak flesh. I was now resorting to internal chanting to maintain
self control from simply ravaging this cold blooded Bitch!

“Put this on.” Mistress Sonia said as she slides the blindfold off & handed me
a large dildo set into a leather strap on. I quickly attached it to my hips &
through my thighs, as I was doing this Mistress Sonia had climbed back onto the large
bed & lifted her ass to the edge. “Come here slut!” Mistress Sonia commanded. I was
standing so close to her that the head of the silicon cock was lined up
perfectly with her now gaping slit. I inched forward so that the head of the
extension was less then 3 inches from her delicious box. “I will instruct your
timing by squeezing your hands, do you understand?” I looked at her puzzled, she
then took my hands & weaved them through her own & at the same time Mistress Sonia put
her heels against my ass cheeks. She whispered as her eyes began to blur, “Like
this,” she said & squeezed my hands, pulling them forward slightly & pressed her
heels hard into my ass, forcing my phallic extension to enter her. “OOOHHhhhh
Yyyyeessss….” She hissed. We stayed in this position for several sensual
minutes, her heels pressing my hips into her open crotch, with a mere 3 inches
of the strap on’s head inside her. I was struggling to hold still, my pussy had
blood rushing through it with such velocity I thought I might go blind. Finally,
Mistress Sonia’s grip lessened & I pulled my hips backward slowly. She squeezed my
hands again & once again her heels dug into my ass, a little farther in this
time, but still holding on to it for long moments.

Was she testing me? Taunting me? Can I keep this up? Will I go to jail
for rape if she already consented to penetration? My mind is swimming with the
endorphins & becoming more insistent each stroke of the silicon cock. Her timing
has picked up slightly, she is not holding as long now, I can feel the leather
pulling & pushing against my swollen clit head. The sensations the strap on was
causing me led to my body acting on it’s own. Before I could even think of it, I
reared my hips backwards & looked Mistress Sonia squarely in the eye as I rammed that
cock all the way into her with one forceful thrust! “OOOHhhh…” We both cried
out as it slammed deep inside of her. I could feel her pussy contracting over &
over again trying accommodate the large cock. Mistress Sonia laid still for a minute,
then she stealthily wrapped her foot through my handcuffed arm & pushed me off
of her.

I staggered in surprise, then Mistress Sonia sat up & slapped my tits with
both hands over & over again, until my breasts were bright crimson red. “I
warned you that this was my show & that you would be punished. Tsk..tsk..Are you
ready to try again?” Mistress Sonia asked with her disapproving look.

“Oh yes Mistress Sonia, please don’t stop, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be a
better slave. I’ll do only what pleases you Mistress Sonia.” Mistress Sonia laughed at me,
“Only what pleases me huh? The fact that by fucking me, your rock hard clit gets
the polishing of a life time, has nothing to do with why you are so eager to
please me does it?”

I couldn’t respond for she was absolutely correct, the act of sticking
myself into her in any way, awakens dangerous arousals within me. Mistress Sonia then
reached down & began to gruffly jerk & pull on the silicon phallus attached to
my live sex. ” Can you even feel that, Whore?!” I could feel my own wetness
sliding down my inner thigh as Mistress Sonia wiggled & yanked on the strap on,
stimulating my clitoris underneath, to the very brink. “Yes Mistress Sonia”, I
breathed, “I can feel you, very well.” Mistress Sonia then stood up & climbed back on
the bed, “Climb up here & lay on your back.” She commanded.

I obeyed quickly, she wasted no time in straddling the cock between her
cunt lips. She remained poised over me with her lips & the beautiful delicate
inner folds, clearly irresistible visible to my mesmerized eyes. “Do you like
what you see?” I nod without looking up while she began to lower herself onto
the dildo, the vision was stunning. Mistress Sonia glided her muscles up & down the
thick, slick shaft, the sounds of friction & moisture adding to the overall
senses overload. I was torn between her alluring bouncing breasts & the enticing
sights & sounds of my clit extension being enveloped by her mysterious flower.
Mistress Sonia slowly slide herself up & down on top of me, until she had the whole
thing buried inside of her. I made my hips rise ever so slightly to meet her
hips. She closed her eyes & sucked air through her teeth as she settled on my
lap. “Now hold still.” Mistress Sonia said sharply. Then we held the position for
several long pleasurable minutes. Soon Mistress Sonia’s hips began a slow grinding,
that pressed the flesh into my now enraged clit. I didn’t think I could hold out
much longer, the waves of impulses flowing from my sensitive nerve endings were
overwhelming. Her smooth hands began to play with her nipples, as I watched in
silent enrapture. Then my eyes followed her right hand as it dipped low &
slipped across her clit. She jerked slightly once she made contact & that jerk
caused a deep twitch inside of my crotch. Soon her fingers were playing across
her swollen clit like she was strumming an instrument.

Before I could take it all in, she began to raise her hips slightly,
then she dropped back down on me viciously! “Ugh!” I groaned as the first few
blows hit my vulnerable clit. “Is your poor abused clit having a hard time?”
Mistress Sonia taunted me. Suddenly she raised herself all the way to the top of the
clit. The sudden pulling of the strap on caused my clit to reach out in
desperation. I knew she would do it, even before the Mistress Sonia slammed her cunt
down quickly on my clit. “Yeah Baby! That’s it Fuck it! FUCK MEEE!” Mistress Sonia
cried out loudly as she savagely fucked my engorged clit. She fucked me fast &
furiously, without pause & without regard for me. As I watched her fingers move
so quickly across her clit, that they were simply a blur, I knew we would both
climax soon. As wave after wave, began to crash through my now aching body, my
hips rose even further upwards. Our bodies were mashing against one another in
trembling grunts & thrashing with no regard for anything! The orgasm was a
fantastic block of time, chiseled out by the Gods themselves.

We came into, on top of & completely through one another, time & time
again. She wrapped her hands in my hair, she wrapped her arms around me, she
scratched her nails across my skin, she bit into my flesh, she smothered me with
her chest, she smashed as deep into me as she could, until eventually the orgasm
began to subside & the Mistress Sonia collapsed on top of me in sheer exhaustion. The
Mistress Sonia laid across my chest for so long, I began to fear she had fallen
asleep, “You were a very good fuck, even if you do need some work as a
prisoner.” She smiled as she kissed me.

The End