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There was a pair of her bikini bottoms on the bed, Lycra ones that tie up at the sides. She picked them up and stroked the fabric along the length of my cock. I love the feeling of smooth fabric on my skin and my cock responded with a spasm.

Encouraged by my response she pulled my shorts off, moved the fabric beneath my bottom, and tied the sides. I began to protest, I wasn’t about to start wearing her clothes. “Relax” she said reassuringly. The briefs were drawn higher onto my waist. Leaning forward, she pulled my knees apart and proceeded to mount me. I couldn’t believe what was happening as my knees were raised up to my chest and she started rubbing her pussy against my balls. “Now it’s my turn to have you”.

My beautiful wife proceeded to hump away at me with my legs wrapped around her back, clinging on for dear life. “You are my bitch now”, she proclaimed. After a while she stood up. Moving to the bedside table she took out a pair of ultra sheer brown tights and ran the fabric along my legs.

“You love making me wear these don’t you? Well now it’s your turn, you are going to be my bitch for the night. Put these on!” With that she dropped them on my slack-jawed face. I was so turned on by now I was willing to do anything. My heart pounded as I stretched the smooth sheer fabric along my legs and high up onto my hips.

Through the tights, Natalia traced a line of kisses along the inside of my leg. Reaching under my bum cheeks she pulled my hips upwards and buried her face in my balls. She started to lick them through the flimsy fabric. By now her hands had moved around to the crack of my arse and started to prise my cheeks apart. I felt more vulnerable than ever as her mouth started exploring lower, beneath my balls, and finally reached my arse. Using her tongue she forced the sheer fabric against my hole, which by now was dripping in her saliva. My body convulsed in response to her probing tongue.

“That’s it bitch, give me your arse!” Her hands caressed my nylon-clad legs and she started making thrusting motions with her tongue. I couldn’t hold back any more, I gave myself to her, convulsing with a short succession of dry orgasms before finally dispensing my heavy load into the tights.

After that day she said she owned my arse and this became reflected in our lovemaking, she would often make me her bitch. I learned to let go of my narrow-minded preconceptions of gender roles, confident in my masculinity and our love for each other. However, I wasn’t ready for what happened next.

We had decided to go to a pool close by. Natalia was wearing a short flared skirt made of black satin and sheer brown tights. Under my clothes I had been told to wear a pair of seamed stockings and a suspender belt she had given me as a surprise gift the day before. “But we are just going swimming, I can put these on in the evening if you like” I protested, but she was adamant. She was planning something but I couldn’t work out what.

At the pool we found a large private changing cubicle and I started to undress. I was soon down to my stockings and was about to unclip them when she stopped me. “Not those”. I turned around and noticed she hadn’t started undressing. Pushing me up against the wall she started to kiss me.

I noticed something different pushing against me. She stepped back, saying she had a surprise for her bitch. With that she carefully inched the satin hem of her skirt up. Slowly from beneath the soft feminine fabric the head of a large latex cock started to reveal itself, dangling between her thighs. She had been wearing it all along, enjoying the feeling of power it gave her. As the hem raised higher the full length of the cock was revealed. A large vibrator egg was suspended beneath it in a latex sling, forming the impression of heavy balls. Its speed controller was clipped to the top of her tights.

“What do you think?” she asked. “It’s a bit err, larger than life?” “Don’t worry we will take it slowly, now kneel down and suck it”. I hesitated, then with a firm hand on my shoulder I was pushed to my knees. My breathing quickened as my face drew level with it. My head was pulled back and I gazed into her eyes as she offered up the bulbous head of her cock to my nervous lips.

I reached out to her leg, stroking her tights for reassurance as she began to push the cock into my mouth. My lips stretched to accommodate the bulbous head. She paused briefly, taking in the sight, then continued towards her goal. She let go of her skirt letting it fall over my head, freeing up her hand. A gagging sensation overwhelmed me as she pulled on my head, searching for my limit. Her hips moved forward, exploring how much I could handle. Fingers caressed my neck coaxing me to accept more cock. Satisfied that she had conquered my mouth she withdrew. My saliva dripped from her cock.

Underneath, her balls nestled against the soft fabric of her tights, they looked heavy and potent. Pushing me lower she straddled my upturned face and dangled her balls above me. She lowered her balls fully into my open mouth, my cheeks bulging from the load. Her cock swayed hypnotically in front of my eyes. She was breaking me in, preparing me mentally to accept a fucking up the arse.

Natalia eased her balls out, “Bend over the bench”. As I stood and bent forward, a feeling of feminine vulnerability swept over me. My suspender straps slid smoothly across my skin pulling my bum cheeks apart a little as the stockings relaxed their hold of my legs. The suspender belt gripping my waist made me feel trapped.

My back arched instinctively, offering up my bum to her. The head of her fat cock slid downwards between my bum cheeks, parting them easily as it was guided to my entrance. I felt the head engage against my hole, its presence taunting me. She gripped my waist, leaned forward and started to penetrate.

The head eased in a little, stretching me wide. It felt impossibly big and I didn’t think I would be able to take it. Natalia wasn’t ready to accept that. She stroked my stocking-clad legs and squeezed my tits, reminding me I was her bitch. Every time I managed to accept another inch of her cock I was rewarded with “good girl” and a slap on the arse. This appeal to my inner slut paid off and inch by fat inch the cock slowly sank inside me.

My body convulsed as I became impaled. Her cock slid all the way in until her hips pressed against my bum, signalling her success. She savoured this moment she had often dreamt of. I had finally become her bitch and was completely at her mercy.

My prostate lit up and a series of dry orgasms overwhelmed me. Her earlier patience now gone, Natalia was on a mission to fuck me as hard as possible, she began thrusting in and out with deep powerful strokes. She grabbed my hair, pulling my head backwards as she slammed into me. Her heavy balls slapped against mine every time her cock became fully rooted in me. She pounded my arse for a good ten minutes while my cock swung redundantly beneath me.

As her orgasm arrived, juices gushed from her pussy, drenched my balls and dripped down my stockings. She tensed and with a final deep thrust impaled me completely, leaving me jammed hard against the wall.

My bum cheeks splayed outwards under the force of her push, her balls pressed hard against mine from the sheer depth of her penetration. She held me there, motionless, recovering from her orgasm. I was trapped between the wall and the thick cock that skewered my arse, utterly helpless and unable to move.

After a few minutes of this torment she reached for the top of her tights and turned the vibrator on. The vibrations pulsed along her shaft and deep into my arse. A knotted ripple of tension began to build and radiate from my prostate, spreading throughout my body. Overwhelmed I took a sharp breath, the orgasm had found every corner of me and I started shaking uncontrollably.

As I came she caught my spunk in her hand. Unseen by me, she poured it onto her waiting tongue. A thick creamy pool of semen formed at the back of her throat.

Her hands gripped my waist and with a slow deliberate movement began to withdraw her cock from my impaled arse. It felt stretched and well-fucked. I turned around and we started to kiss passionately. As we did she tilted my head backwards, her tongue forced deep in my mouth driving her spunk into my unsuspecting mouth.

Squeezing my bum cheeks she looked at my puzzled face with her dark brown eyes, smiled and said “Now you truly are mine”.

Her corset looked stunning with a black miniskirt and black high heeled shoes fastened with black ribbon which wound up her well toned legs: he looked. The added 5 heel inches made her seem taller, when in fact she was only a respectable 5ft 6in.  She was majestic in a pair of heels. She didn’t turn to see if the slave had finished changing. Better not give these mere mortals the idea they were important in any way… he was bound to be upstairs anyway. Oh well, she’d find him later.

She grabbed her crystal-studded whip, which had cost her a fortune. She wandered upstairs to the club. She exuded an aura… it had taken her some time to understand that it was the essence of power, of domination, that her soul yearned for… it had come from others, but it takes sometimes a friend to find one’s path… or an enemy.

“You should be a domme” her ex-husband’s last words had been – the last exchanged in their marital home – a long time ago fortunately. Maybe domestic bliss is not for everyone, as that had been the most boring time of her life. Maybe some people are born simply to be and do something else… maybe there’s no evil in that.

She sat on a red leather sofa in the big dungeon room. From where she was sitting she could see all the toys; the cage for trampling, the crawling area, various constructions where spanking was going on, the ‘pony ride’.

He spotted her. He was standing, somehow in view, at her side but didn’t dare move… it must be very difficult for a true submissive to approach a mistress as beautiful as she. She looked and smiled, yet she didn’t grace him with a call…yet.

Another man approached. Various slaves from the club had already asked her if they could indulge her in any whim or desire.

She nodded and the man started kissing her feet, shoes… she dismissed him a little later. A nice massage… then another one… and another one joined, the two men kissing her shoes and fondling her legs… but he was still standing there, looking in her direction. Good. At least he knew now who was boss.

She dismissed the men, kindly. She smiled at him and with a quick movement of the index finger she ordered him to come over… it was his turn now.

Without a word exchanged she pointed at her feet.

His body was impressive… he kneeled over. He removed her shoes and as she placed her feet on the ground he prostrated and started kissing her feet… she lifted her right foot up and he followed it with his face and holding it with one hand he kept kissing it. She smeared the sole on his face and stuck the toes in his mouth…he sucked them, one by one, then he started licking the sole…prostrated as he was in his worship, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. This was truly the perfect slave specimen!

She could feel the sexual energy emanating from him and welcomed it, receiving it in full…as she put her feet down again, she sat up and held his face between her beautiful hands. She kissed him lightly on the lips… and smiled.

“Come my dear… let’s go somewhere a bit more private” saying so, she gently took one of his hands and started walking towards the back of the club. He followed her… they went through a door and passed the goddess room, where men were allowed to speak only when spoken to. This was nice and there were girls offering some Tantric massage, but it was all a bit public for what Mistress had in mind. On the left they passed an outdoor space where smokers congregated, beyond that there was a grotto-like opening onto a dance floor. There were quite a few seats around the room, filled with music and confusing disco lights. Some of the seating was almost hidden, in the back, and the place was darkish, and empty. Perfect. This would provide the privacy needed.

“Darling, do you want to be my toy for a while? We can do so many good things…”

He couldn’t believe his luck. He had only attracted the attention of the most beautiful Mistress in the club… she was gorgeous. Blessed with a perfect oval face and luscious big eyes, dark long hair and an aura of power… he was so hard already…

“Yes Mistress I really want to be your toy” he managed to say, somehow. He even felt shy.

She smiled and kept watching him with her unusual intensity: she didn’t bother to hide it. In the other life, outside here, she was polite enough to tone it down. Here, she was staring, impudently, searching for the truth in his soul. There in the dark, to the sound of music, she had him lie on the floor. She kneeled down facing him, and when his face was at her pussy’s height she gently sat on it and started thrusting…he opened his mouth and sniffed her pussy, which he couldn’t touch as the fabric stood between, his cock went very hard and was now visible through his black Calvin Klein shorts…she sat on his face, almost suffocating him for a few seconds… and let go, thrusting again. She herself was getting very wet…

A part of her felt it was somehow very wrong, on some level, therefore very exciting, to be in a place like this, and had resisted coming here, finding a place like this, for a long time. Another part of her felt this place was perfect. Slave boys, men in collars, men kissing your dirty feet…was it about worshipping woman or humiliating man? Was it about power, but what power? Did it matter, really… she thrust again, a bit more forcefully… she now turned and positioned herself as if she was urinating on his face and started going up and down hitting his nose, gently… at some point he could stand no more and, risking a reaction from Mistress, he held her down and pulled the fabric aside a bit, just enough to reach to her clit and pussy hole and lick, lick, lick…lick.

Mistress was pleased.  He was good at that, just the right strokes and lots of saliva to wet her even more…she turned again, the pussy to face him, now on her knees, holding onto the sofa, she sat again on his face while he worked her clit…a last stroke and she came.

“You may come now” she said quietly and he did, instantly, after her own orgasm…there was spunk all over his chest, it was a real mess…

“Look at that” said Mistress “That’s real good for your skin you know, darling?” She gave him a tissue so he could clean himself. When the spunk was dry she sniffed where it had been… and caressed his neck and smiled. He said nothing: you could see he loved it.

They both lay on the sofa for a few minutes, Mistress caressing him, and he worshipping her feet, in silence. It occurred to Mistress that she didn’t even know his name…maybe she didn’t want to know. Maybe it was better to do this just like this, like dogs, and leave it to fate. Fate had brought her to a place like this and fate was going to weave its thread… better leave things like they were? This was an experience to be lived in the moment…

She kissed him on the lips.

“Follow me now… we’ll go and have a look in the big room, see what’s happening” and they walked back to the central room.

“What’s your name?” she asked him then, taken by curiosity, as she was pulling him by the chain at his collar.

“Sam” he answered

“My name is Ella” she said and laughed.

This world was all upside down. Sex first, then names… all perfectly acceptable and normal. Men kissing women’s feet in humble worship… yet, who knows, maybe this was the real world after all? The world society was so desperately trying to conceal and repress…

The central room was now much fuller and very busy, it was like a circus with all sorts of attractions. They walked past a coffin-like structure which was transparent: a man was a lying in there, blindfolded, voluntarily. There were holes through the sides where Mistresses could put their hands in to poke the man, a lad in his late twenties early thirties with a good physique and a completely bald head. His facial features were very pleasing.

As Ella stopped to observe him, a cute black Mistress flanked her and nodded.

“Look. Look!” she said and put a hand in, grabbed his balls forcefully and twisted them… his pole went up instantly, and it was a very respectable size too. Ella eyed it with lust.

She poked him on his chest, took a nipple between her index finger and thumb and squeezed… the man moaned… this was hilarious… she did it again. The woman poked him in the stomach and on his other nipple.

Ella tried to imagine what the world looked like from a coffin like this, what sensory stimulus might hit this man, blindfolded, who liked the surprise of a poke and a squeeze… he could surely hear their voices.

Ella pulled her slave away.

“I have something else in mind for you…”

They reached a trampling station. A cage, large enough to contain about four men lying on its floor, was equipped with ropes hanging from its ceiling. A Mistress was having a bit of fun there walking with her 6 inches heels on a few guys: Jen didn’t like her that much. She had the appearance of a bad witch. Black boots and a long skirt that opened to the thigh and some sort of white corset. Her hair was bleached blond. In spite of her lack of class the men were entranced. She was wearing a wicked smile (her teeth weren’t that good) and her voice was rather strident. She was having fun walking all over their crotches, planting her heels in deep, then their faces, then with a sadistic streak she smeared the sole of her shoe on someone’s cheek, hanging from the ropes she danced around… she then tired of the routine.

She got out of the cage and emitted a terrible scream, a shout: two of the men kneeled over to kiss her feet. She insulted them, calling them sissies.

She grabbed one who was rather handsome by his collar and pulled him away: they went to sit somewhere at the side of the room, where a few leather sofas lived and she had her feet licked by the handsome slave.

Men were quite happy to be pulled around and to kiss feet, and just be of ornament to their Mistresses. A guy had written on his chest, with lipstick, ‘Daisy’s property’ quite a few times: he was standing behind his Mistress, held by a collar and chain, dressed in suspenders and women’s panties. Ella had seen him earlier on, on the whipping equipment, been given a good seeing to by Daisy (seemingly).

Ella sat on one of the sofas to have a rest, while her slave attended to her feet: this club was worth the entrance ticket if only to receive a nice foot massage…

There was a couple sitting right next. They seemed nice… she had an enormous pair of bazookas…

“Is it your first time here?” the guy asked Ella.

“Yes, it is” she said “What about you?”

“We have been before… what about you, are you dominant?” he asked.

“Well, the question never arose for me” Ella lied “I guess I like to switch… but yes probably I am” she looked at her newly acquired slave, who was very busy licking and sucking her pretty toes.

“We like to switch too… I mean to be honest with you I found it a bit difficult at the beginning, but it’s made easier by the fact that everyone is submissive here. We come here once a month, she treats me like a shit for an evening and she’s happy.”

But isn’t that perfect? thought Ella, isn’t it all about being happy, whatever makes you happy, with no harm done to anyone. She stopped the slave for a sec, kissed him lightly on the lips, and ordered him to continue, with a smile. Her feet felt fantastic.

It was time to move, to go, into the night and the unknown…back to her lair.

“This is me” she gave Sam a piece of paper, her number scribbled on it. “Call me. We’ll arrange some truly special me time” she kissed him and went. Now that she knew where the club was, she would be back, in time…

Sure enough he called and they set a time.

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When she opened the door, she was satisfied that it wasn’t a one night fancy that had attracted her to him: he was well built and young.

She smiled and indicated a room where he could get changed, and some garments he could wear, if he wanted to.

The room was a normal Ikea-like living room, adorned by various torture toys, whips, chains, a stool here and there, a black throw on the floor, collars, things. The typical ‘happy family’ furniture and light modern ambiance was somehow in contrast with the darkness of Mistress and her carnal desires.

When he emerged she didn’t waste time… she was gagging for it. HUNGER.

“Come here big warrior boy… now you are going to do something for me, darling” she licked her index finger “Now you are going to kiss my feet a bit and my legs and worship me properly… do you see this?” she indicated her pussy, with the very same index finger she had licked.

“This is my pussy, isn’t it? When you’ve done all the things I ask you, and when I want an orgasm, your are going to put your cock in here, till I orgasm… how does it sound to you, my love?”

He nodded.

“…and if you are really, really good with Miss E…you’ll have the privilege of wearing one of her collars… does it sound good?”

“Yes, it does” Sam said.

“Yes what, darling?”

“Yes Mistress”

“Yes Mistress… correct! Very well… you know what’s going to happen now don’t you?”  and as she said so, Miss E took a couple of shackles, with leather cuffs and a chain, and fitted them nicely around his wrists, behind his back. Once secure, she lingered with her hand on his back, caressing it and observing the contrast between his skin and her long red nails. She gently pinched his skin then caressed it, then played with it again in an almost hypnotic motion, and sliding her hand on the back of his neck, whispered in his ear…

“We’ll put a nice collar here darling… look, I have just what you need… and it’s yours for keeps… if you are good.”

She produced a black leather number with diamond studs that would have put a dog to shame.

“Lovely isn’t it?” she laughed with a lack of respect only a sissy could take.

“Actually… you are going to wear it now” and she placed the collar on his neck.

“Now darling, do you think I care? About a sissy like you… who lets himself be treated like a… sissy? Walk on you knees behind me… chop chop! I haven’t got time to waste you know.”

She pulled him by the chain and they started walking around the room, a huge dungeon with all sorts of whips and shackles and torture seats and hooks to tie people up fixed into the stone walls. As they walked she turned now and then to look at him, and make contact, with a mischievous smile… then kept walking. She grew tired of it and she stopped abruptly.

“Oh my darling…” her finger outlined his mouth. She removed the shackles from his wrists, his arms and hands were free… they were on a black fluffy rug and Mistress Ella gently pushed him down so that he was lying supine with a direct view of her lovely legs and boots and pussy, well covered in a black thong. She thrust one boot gently on his right ear then the other one, then slowly his face, till she had the heel on his mouth, gently.

Gently she played with it then withdrew the heel and bent her legs as if in a position to urinate, her pussy right there, a couple of inches from his mouth: that distance and the thong covering it. Her knees on the floor, she was now sitting on his face, riding it, thrusting her thong gently and not so gently on his face, and she could feel his lips searching for her pussy, sniffing, desiring her.

He could take no more. His cock was fully erect in the skimpy slave underwear.

“Miss E, please, let me lick your pussy and your hole” pleaded the slave. He knew it was very wrong to ask his mistress to comply with any of his unimportant desires, mistress wouldn’t be pleased at all, mistress was going to be very cross…

“You know slave” Miss E said, with a cruel look in her eyes “that I don’t tolerate requests… you have the right to receive but not to ask in this establishment” and with these last words, she freed her whip which was tied on her right thigh.

“You like it, don’t you, my pussy, you sissy” she gave a last thrust on his mouth, making sure he had a good taste of the thong, and a good sniff at her juices, which were making the fabric wet.

“Oh, it’s not a question…don’t worry. I already know the answer. And so do you. The answer is that I’m not even answering you… just to put things in perspective, darling. Turn…now.”

As he turned she had a good look at his butt and grabbed it, squeezed it and then the squeeze became a pinch.

“Nice… now on all fours, for Miss E, darling” he complied…of course. Miss E was an unpredictable mistress. She could be cruel one minute, and then shower a slave with an incredible act of kindness, which betrayed a feeling of…love? Then, a moment later, to make things dire and worse, Miss E would say an even more twisted and capricious thing, which cut right through, as the kindness had opened the slave’s heart…to use loving words as tools for punishment was the resource of a truly sophisticated mind.

So the mistress sat on her slave, in riding position, and put a pair of black leather gloves on: with one hand whipping the back gently, as if to distract her victim, with the other, probing gently around the man’s backside, slightly twisted in her positioning, to match the shaping of her mind…as she probed, she gently massaged his balls, squeezed them and released them…then the butt hole, drawing circles around it, smaller and smaller circles… and as she probed, she started toying with it, as if wanting to put her finger in it…

“You don’t dare to ask, do you, sissy…because you like it, don’t you? You know, I’ll stop if you utter a single word…” she whipped a little bit harder, only once.

“That’s right” she stood up abruptly ”At the wall, slave. And if you are lucky you are gonna get some… later.”

She chained the man to the stand near the wall, arms up and legs apart.

“You have been a very naughty boy… asking all these questions” she whipped, harder than before, then she teased his back, with the whip, rhythmically, as if toying with him… “Mistress is not pleased” again, lashing out with the whip, with no mercy.

“Mistress is having a hard time understanding why you didn’t listen to a word she said… you know that if Mistress is not satisfied with your behaviour Mistress is going to give you a hard time too…”

There was no structure or logic to the way the lashes were raining down, stopping or starting again, no consistency to their strength, as some were very gentle and some very hard, and no way of knowing what may come next… so from the relative calm of a Mistress’ pussy being thrust in the slave’s face, the scene had now changed to Mistress raging and whipping, with no way of knowing when this was going to stop…but it did, as abruptly as it had started.

She placed her gloved hand on his back, the same she had used to massage his throbbing hole, and she caressed his back, all around where the lashes had left their sign: and after some time of this loving routine, she kissed his back on the shoulder, then a trail of kisses, from one ridge to the other, and again she caressed the area, without a single word uttered.

Then her hand wandered down and she took his balls in one hand, and caressed and squeezed, and reached to the cock, and with one finger she drew a line from the head to the balls, then grabbed the cock, like a handle, for a split second, as if to give him a hand job from behind, giving the illusion of such a thing, and cruelly gauging his reaction, when he realised that the hand had left and so had Mistress, who was now standing at a distance, laughing and calling him loser and sissy for taking this incredible amount of shit, and for taking the next instalment, which was just about to cum…hahahaha as if, loser, pitiful loser.

“Aw…but you need some rest” said Mistress, with fake pity and understanding “Oh darling, you look a bit battered, don’t you? Come over here” and the cruel woman unlocked his shackles and pulled him rudely by the chain at his neck, like you do with a bad, bad, bad slave. He followed her to a stand, a sort of elongated table-like structure which was slightly reclining downwards, and it was soon explained why.

“Now, darling, you are going to be a good, good boy and lie down here, yes, good boy, like that…here.”

The mighty warrior was obediently lying supine on the table, and he could see her face, adorned by a mocking smile, observing his humiliation and enjoying it: ready to inflict some more…

“Oooooh” she cooed “you….like it! Don’t you?” and with this, still mocking him, still faking understanding and empathy, she placed her gloved finger on his hole, spreading his legs, like a bitch, in her own words, and started slowly massaging it. She took some oil and applied it on his asshole to make it more willing: he arched his back slightly and thrust his head sideways…his face partially hidden, did he want somehow to hide his shame? It was a face disfigured by pleasure…

She slipped her finger in him, slowly, deliberately, keeping her gaze on his face, to absorb to the full his surrender to this pleasure…he moaned, a small moan.

“Now, you little sissy, the ultimate humiliation for a little bitch like you would be to put a nice dildo in there wouldn’t it?” she smirked, aware of her power over him. He didn’t answer, he knew he wasn’t supposed to.

“ Well, that’s not gonna happen though, is it?  Because I know you like it. You are here for your Mistress’ entertainment, always remember that, you little sissy.”

Mistress took her finger out of his throbbing hole right before he was about to cum: Mistress knew his slave well…each time Mistress liked to push him a bit further, or give him the idea of what was going to happen, and as soon as she sensed he was up for something, really up for it, she would cruelly twist things around and take the candy away…which left him even more thirsty, hungry, for her and for her bad, bad ways…

She took her gloves off with a gesture of disgust, far from trying to disguise it she made sure he saw it fully. She then caressed his face very tenderly, and for a minute, maybe a second, one could have mistaken it for the look of love in her eyes… How long did the caressing last for? As time extended and bended at the mercy of Mistress, it was difficult to say. She drew over his mouth following the design of his lips, and then gently kissed him, touching his lips only slightly, and as she started licking them, so he responded drawing his tongue onto hers, and embracing her, their bodies touching frontally as he was now sitting on the table.

She embraced him too, and he started slowly placing his hands on her derriere, the way he knew Mistress liked it.

“I want an orgasm now” she stated.

She took his hand, and avoiding his gaze, feeling his desire for her, she walked seductively across the room to a small black leather sofa. She climbed onto the back of the sofa, next to the wall, placing her feet on the seat and opened her legs seductively. The slave, without a word, started licking her most private and treasured part, her pussy…

“You have been a good boy for me” she whispered “Now give me an orgasm my darling.”

Her pussy was like a ripe exotic fruit that tasted of paradise. He licked around the lips and then gently on the clit, the way Mistress had taught him and instructed him in previous sessions. A good well behaved slave has to know how to pleasure his Mistress…that’s the only reason I’m teaching you this, you sissy.

Sooner or later Miss E always reminded her slaves of their place… they had to know that the kindness she exercised was really kindness towards herself.

The slave dutifully licked her clit, gently, on top, at first not that fast, then increasing the speed and small strokes, always gently, then pressing a little bit harder at times… He heard Mistress moan, and he knew that meant he should again continue and increase speed a bit and suck the clit gently and then go back to stroking it with his tongue… Miss E’s hands were playing with his hair, when she was not pulling it, not forcefully enough to divert his course, but clearly to indicate that she did appreciate his work…one last well-placed lick of his well-trained tongue brought her to ecstasy and it was then that she pressed her hands so that his mouth was squashed to her pussy…he stopped. The slave himself was so aroused by Mistress’ orgasm that he could not contain himself anymore…

“I beg you Mistress, allow me to cum, I beg you, I beg you, please Mistress…”

She paused, her eyes closed, still in the mist of pleasure, supposedly, or maybe purposely ignoring his pleas, maybe a bit of both…was she deciding which one to apply, studied cruelty or sweet love? Truth said, she didn’t know herself what was going to happen next…as she opened her eyes, the Mistress saw the slave’s face, deformed and at loss, deprived of any sense of remaining dignity. Oh, didn’t she know that one. She had chipped at his sense of self for months, every time a little bit more, a little bit deeper, a little bit more humiliating and harsher…and sweeter.

Mistress closed her legs, abruptly, and left hold of the chain linked to his collar, in disdain. She walked over to the window, and not caring to disguise herself, she stood there, scantly dressed and looked outside, caring very little obviously for whatever was going on around her. As the slave approached, crawling towards her, to please her, she acknowledged his presence with an indifferent glance and walked away.

She sat on the sofa, seemingly utterly bored and handling a remote, switched on a screen TV which was hanging from the wall, like a picture: some inconsequential programme came up, chat show, but she started flicking through the channels and finally stopped at some music. Still ignoring the slave, who had crawled up to her again on all fours, she grabbed her mobile phone and dialled a number.

The slave’s interest seemed to increase as hers decreased, as he now focused entirely on pleasing her and dutifully started kissing and licking her boots: Mistress didn’t seem affected by the action in any positive or negative way, she actually seemed totally taken by a conversation with a male friend, with whom she seemed to be friendly enough to have sexual relations… oh Mistress E had quite a few male friends, not sissies like the slave, they could actually fuck her and she liked it and she actually let them do things to her which the sissy slave was never going to even dream of doing… Mistress was really enjoying her conversation…

“…oh well darling, we’ll have to catch up, hm? What do you think… oh yes, I’d be happy to see you tomorrow night for some play… lovely… I’ll get the PVC sheets ready, so you give me a good pounding with the oils… your hands are magical… bye my darling, you know I really like you… kiss kiss…” she hung up.

A look of disgust came back to her face.

“And what are you looking at?” she barked at him, as the slave met her gaze “God, you are so useless” she yawned.

“Anyway, I think you have had enough for today… perfect, my boots are nice and shiny I see… hm” she smiled pleased “One good thing about having you around I suppose… you are useful” and she placed a hand on his head.

The slave cherished that contact and moaned, imperceptibly. That, obviously, didn’t escape Mistress E, well aware of her power over him.

“Actually, darling…I tell you what, stay like that… on all fours? You are cute” she smirked, and pulled him gently around so that she could place her legs on his back, as if he was a stool, and she crossed her legs, leisurely, without a care in the world, contradicting in that very gesture the assertion that it was enough. It obviously wasn’t…

Mistress started idly playing with the neck chain and flicking through the channels, indifferent to the slave again. Then she bent her knees and planted, not too forcefully, the boots’ heels in his flank. This made him tremble slightly.

“Oh, I am sorry is that of any bother?” she snapped and she walked towards the wall, grabbed a whip, one with lots of long black leather tails.

The slave didn’t move as she started walking around him, her boots clacking on the floor, clack…clack…rhythmically.

“Head down, slave… look at my feet” she barked, angry. All the evils of the world, all the evils of her life, were now his fault. He deserved to be punished, this individual, this entity, this number, this slave without a name…she couldn’t have remembered his name if she had wanted to. A cloak had descended on her mind, covering it in darkness: a darkness she had in her soul, somewhere, which she allowed to come out in here, on him. Mistress was maybe a bit fearful of her own desires herself, at times… Mistress didn’t totally understand the cravings of her soul herself, but at each lash, at each kiss on her boots, her mood seemed to lighten, her body seemed to relax, in a similar way his body did… where the game began and finished, and if this was the game or the reality, her mind at times couldn’t say… it all blended in one strange bundle, even where slave and Mistress were out and about, in the life the others called ‘normal’, acting ‘normal’, like every ‘normal’ couple, the two realities collided and blended and Mistress and slave could read them when their eyes locked and searched and talked to each other…

Mistress stopped to have a good look at the slave’s posterior and back, touched the skin as if to prepare him as to where the punishment was going to be administered and the first lash fell, a bit harder than the ones she had given him before…

STORY ENDS

“Take your panties off” he pleaded.

“No…we’ll play a game” she smiled, a naughty smile. Guy’s cock went rock hard, she could feel it down there…

“So the game is…I kiss you like this…” and she started, slowly, deliberately, working her tongue in his mouth, licking his teeth and then reaching to his tongue, which sure enough responded…and while playing with their tongues for some time, she gently pressed her hips against his, again, aware of his hands caressing and grabbing her buttocks.

“…then I ask you questions…” and with that she slid down and while keeping eye contact, thrusting her breasts over the left knee and thigh, she undid his belt and zip, pulled down the trousers, she took out his cock in full erection.

Her hand started slowly massaging it, then she bent over and took the head in her mouth, sucking it…he emitted a long sigh of pleasure, very stiff, a hand grabbed Vanessa’s long honey blond hair.

At this she placed his big cock between her tits, squeezing it suggestively in between her breasts…

“The first question is, Guy…do you like me? Do you want me… Guy?”

“Yeah…now I want you now…take you panties off and let’s fuck on the floor” he pleaded, his hands caressing her shoulders. “Your skin is so smooth, Vanessa, I just want you there on the floor.”

She gave him a naughty smile.

“Look at this, do you like it…” and so saying she started sucking her middle finger, in and out of her mouth, working the tongue around it and liking the tip, then down all the way on the finger, her other hand on his stiff member; then down, she took the head in her mouth and more of it until it was all in her throat.

As he was so overcome by pleasure and excitement almost to the point of cumming in her face right there and then, she started licking his balls and cock, following the same routine she had for her middle finger: a fact that didn’t escape him…

“Do you want to be inside me?” Vanessa asked her willing pray.

“Yes…please, now, please” he moaned, with a pleading look in his eyes.

“…but you have to beg me…this is the game…” she licked from his balls over the length again, sucking his them for a while and quite enjoying it.

“First you kiss my feet” she continued “then you work your way up my legs, my inner thighs, then finally…” and at this she lasciviously licked her middle finger again, with a sexy smile “…you can kiss my pussy. But you cannot remove my panties, you have to kiss over it.”

She stood up and opened her shirt, so that now the silver bra was full visible. She let the skirt fall, revealing a silver thong. She placed a hand and gently pulled down the little triangle that covered her, only so that he could see it: then she put a finger on her clit and touched it for a few seconds, moaning and tossing her head backwards.

At this she stopped and lied down on the floor, her legs open, her pussy covered by the thong: Vanessa smiled at him…

“I don’t beg for anyone, but I’ll do it for you” said Guy. He stood up and got rid of his trousers and shirt. His cock was fully erect in his boxers…she eyed it with lust and licked her lips.

He started kissing her feet, sucking her toes then up the inner leg, kiss after kiss…until her reached her pussy.

“You can kiss over it…you can lick my wet around it” Vanessa said. Truth said she wanted him inside her.

Guy licked around her pussy and over her panties, then without asking he pulled the panty at a side and started eating her, around and in, more and more…she moaned of pleasure.

She was now lying on the rug, he removed her panties and his boxers, but left her bra on, not concerned with that apparently: or maybe he found it sexy…he spread her legs part and gave her pussy a good deep hungry lick, then no longer able to take this slow torture anymore finally penetrated her, his cock very very stiff…as he entered her, she emitted a loud moan.

Their bodies one into the other, united by pleasure, he went in deep in her many times and at increasing speed: first  rather gently then penetration became more territorial, passionate, as the hunger for this woman grew as opposed to diminishing. There in her, now he wanted her to be his.

Vanessa had now given him the lead, her legs wide spread and his cock penetrating her deep, she loudly let him know she did like this…she grabbed his buttocks and pushed him even deeper.

“Take me now…” she whispered “I am at climax…I’m cumming”

As she came, a loud moan filled the room and a  scream as he took her: having held his orgasm for more than an hour, Guy came too…their bodies and soul were united for a few more moments in an intense sexual pleasure neither had never experienced before.

STORY ENDS

Her hair falls in a cascade of curls over her shoulders, long dark tendrils just teasing the top of her cleavage. Her tan gives her skin a smooth glossy look. After a week in the sun she’s feeling good, and the anticipation of the night ahead brings an added glow.

Hearing the rumble of an engine, he draws back the curtain and feels his cock harden in anticipation. It has only been a week since he last saw her, but it feels like a lifetime. He vows never to let her go away without him again, whatever work commitments he has, he will cancel. Some things are too important. He takes in the long legs in sexy black stockings, and he imagines his tongue tracing the line of black seam from her ankle right up to her thigh. She’s wearing the highest stilettos and the shortest skirt he’s ever seen, her cleavage almost spilling over the top of her low cut black jacket. As she gets out the car he catches a glimpse of her thighs, her legs part and he can see that she isn’t wearing any knickers.

As he waits at the door for her she feels a shiver of lust run through her body and thinks all over again how sexy he is. Fresh from the shower, his hair still damp and naked from the waist upwards, she can’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans, and she smiles, knowing that he wants her as much as she wants him.

And his actions prove it; before she can say hello he is all over her, his tongue delving into her mouth, his hands roaming down her back and over the curves of her bottom. Tugging at the buttons of her jacket, he rips it off and feels her breasts through the lacy black bra that’s holding her breasts up towards him, the nipples already extended and hard. His need for her is overwhelming and almost out of control. Caught up in his lust, and feeling her own desire take over, she pulls away and heads for the stairs, wanting him to take her straight to bed. He follows willingly, but the view from the back is as good as the front. She has the sexiest arse he’s ever seen, and the outline of her suspender belt showing through the tight fabric of her skirt is too much. They don’t even get halfway up the stairs before he’s unclasping her bra with one hand while the other grabs her round the waist and forces her to stop. He finds her nipples, gently squeezing and tugging at them in the way that she loves. She gives a sigh of pleasure, and instinctively leans back into him, her hand reaching round to unzip his trousers. His cock is so hard she struggles for a second or two to release it, and catches her breath as she feels how huge and hard he is. Her longing to turn around and place his member in her mouth is irresistible, but he is having none of it; he wants to pleasure her until she is begging for mercy. His hand finds her pussy, wet and soft, and he gently strokes her bush, teasing his fingers over the top of her clit until she is shaking with longing. All the time he’s whispering into her ear how much he wants her, how sexy she is, how he is going to fuck her so hard, fast and deep she’ll barely be able to stand. She wants to feel what he is saying, needs him to know how much she wants him, how wet and aching she is for him.

But he wants to tease her further, a punishment for going away and leaving him for a week. Turning her round, he steps down until his head is level with her thighs, and, lifting up her skirt, slowly parts her pussy to see her. She’s dripping wet and her clit is hard, aching for his touch. She moans her desire and he responds, his fingers holding her open while his tongue gently circles round her lips, tasting and teasing. So slowly, so gently, he increases then releases the pressure, moving up to circle her clit and then back down again. His tongue probes inside her, and she is holding his head, her fingers digging deep into his scalp trying to pull him in further. But tonight he’s in control. He alternates his tongue with his fingers and makes her wait, again and again taking her to the edge and then pulling back. She becomes lost in herself with need and longing, oblivious to everything other than the feelings he’s stirring up inside. He loves the power he has over her, the way he can take her and hold her breathless and suspended in that moment when nothing else matters. The pleasure becomes too much to bear and hovers on the edge of pain. She is tense and holding her breath, willing him to go on but not wanting it to end.
He chooses to release her, finally, and she comes, hard and fast, giving him everything she has, wanting him to take it, the juices flooding through her body into his mouth. He is drinking from her, on and on while she thrusts and bucks and holds him tight against her. The turn on for him is immense and almost unbearable. He spins her round and pushes his cock deep inside her, thrusting hard and fast until he can feel her coming again, her moans of pleasure becoming screams. No longer able to hold back he takes his turn, his sperm fast and hot, mixing with her juices, and they are oblivious to the world, feeling only the electric pulses rushing through their bodies.

Afterwards she is a quivering mass of shudders, her legs so shaky she can barely move. He carries her up to bed and she curls up into him, feeling warm and secure. Full of the achy tired glow that comes with too much sex, too many orgasms, she is lulled into a deep and contented sleep. He gently strokes her hair and listens to her deep breathing, and he realises again how lucky he is to be married to her all these years, and still be as deeply in love as they were on their wedding day.

The End