They caught on her boots and it took him some time to work the leg openings over the large boot tops. She stood there patiently, enjoying his struggle. She knew he could feel the wetness of the panties, smelling her musk. He was getting impatient to bury his face in her softness but she stood there, not helping, just waiting while he struggled with the panties. Finally he got them to her ankles and she leaned over, resting her hand on his shoulder as she lifted each foot, one by one, pulling them free of the panties while he held them firmly in his teeth. He was inordinately pleased by his accomplishment when he finally dropped the panties from his mouth. She sat in the chair, bunching the pillow behind her back and scooted to the edge of the seat. Grasping his head she pulled his face into her steaming cunt. They both moaned as he buried his face into her wet snatch, licking and tasting her arousal.
"Just your tongue. No sucking, and definitely no biting!" She ordered and he complied, licking and lapping her labia. He could taste her juices which flowed freely from her vagina, and did his best to take them all. She instructed him with moans, movements of her hips, and using her hands directing his head to where she wanted him next. He wished he could sink his entire head into her pussy, drown himself in her wetness, tongue-fuck her pussy and ass. He did what he could, given her position in the chair and his bound hands. "Now lick my clit, sub. Lick it steady and rhythmically. Don't change, don't move, just lick!" she demanded. He licked. He heard her breathing get heavier, her thighs were tensing, her hips thrusting against his tongue. Finally she shrieked, bucking against his face, pulling his head so tightly against her crotch he thought he'd smother but he kept licking and licking as she came over and over again. Then he nearly fell as she pushed him back, and she slumped in the chair, gasping for breath and scrambling for control.
She noticed him sitting there grinning, seemingly very pleased with himself. Time to retake control! "On the bed, slave," she ordered. He erased his smile and scrambled onto the bed, fumbling clumsily thanks to his blindfold and bound hands. She removed the cuffs. "Now, get on your knees, and rest your head and shoulders on your folded arms." He complied, knowing what was coming next. He'd wanted this, wanted his ass taken like a bitch. He all but quivered like a mare in heat, anticipating her conquest of him.
She climbed off the bed and buckled her strap on harness around her hips and thighs, inserting the more lifelike dildo into the ring. Climbing back onto the bed she grabbed his hair and pulled his hed back. "Suck my cock, bitch!" she ordered, shoving the rubber cock in his face. He opened his mouth and tentatively started sucking. "Suck it! Take it in!" she growled, as she grasped his head and started fucking his face. She knew from experience that the gag reflex wasn't always controlable and therefore went gently. She didn't want the session ending early as he lost his lunch on the bed. She smiled as she listened to his slurping and sucking. "Mmmmm....that's right baby, you are a good little cock sucker, aren't you?" She heard his muffled "mmm hmm" as he continued to fellate the dildo. She continued thrusting and murmuring words of encouragement to him, then said "That's enough!" and abruptly pulled the cock from his mouth. She left him there, breathing hard, wondering what her next move would be.
She walked to the dresser, selected some vibrators of various sizes and laid them on the bed near him. She took a latex glove and pulled it onto her right hand. She removed the dildo, replacing it with the firm, pointed one, picked up a bottle of thick lube and moved behind him. Taking some lube, she probed his ass with her finger. He moaned and wiggled closer. She smacked his ass with her free hand. She worked the finger in and out of him, hearing him gasp as she wiggled it around. After finger fucking him for a short while, she removed her hand and reached for one of the vibrators. He seemed to have no problems taking her finger up the ass so she took the largest one, a silver butt plug, and liberally applied lubricant to the tip. She then massaged more lube onto his ass as he moaned in pleasure. Placing the vibrator against his ass she gently pushed. He tried to relax so the phallus would enter his eager hole. He was so excited, his dick was throbbing, his balls aching.
Suddenly the large vibrator popped in and she turned it on. He groaned as she started fucking him with the buzzing toy. This was going much easier than she anticipated and impatient to fuck him, she pulled the vibrator out and tossed it aside. She poured lube onto the strap on dildo, jacking it off with her right hand to cover it tip to base with the slippery substance. Suddenly she grasped his hips and thrust forward, holding the fake dick in her hand. It missed and slipped a couple of times and finally found the right spot, and she buried it into his ass. His cry of surprise was lost as she gave him no time to recover, she began thrusting hard into his ass. The visual was just as she'd imagined...the sounds of his cries and groans music to her ears. Now this was pleasure coated power! She now realized how her own Master, her Husband, must feel when he buried his cock into her ass. And she also knew the pleasure that her sub was feeling, his dark passage being plundered again and again.
"Take that cock, bitch! You know you want it. Do you like that? Do you like your Mistress to fuck you like a little bitch?"
"Oh YES, Mistress! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" he moaned. "Please, can I stroke my cock?"
"No! I don't want you cumming yet. I'll tell you when you can stroke it." she said.
"Yes, Mistress. Oooh, aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh!" he gasped as she continued to fuck his ass. She could feel her orgasm building at the feel of the fake cock rubbing her clit. She held the base and wiggled it while fucking him, increasing her own arousal. She pounded and wiggled until she felt the familiar tightening, then exploded in orgasm as she ground her cock deep into his ass. Collapsing onto his back, she rested, gasping for breath, happy at this turn of events. She hadn't expected to cum. The erotic visual, coupled with the friction on her clit had pushed her over the edge.
He lay there with her cock buried in his ass, craving release but afraid to speak and break the spell.
Finally, she pulled the dildo from his ass and climbed off the bed. She replaced it with the realistic dildo and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here, slave, come kneel before your Mistress." He rolled off the bed and kneeled between her thighs with the help of her guiding hands. His knees were week, his cock was rock hard, precum running freely from its tip. He felt her remove his blindfold and wondered if the session was over. He hoped not, he wanted to cum so badly! He was briefly afraid that she would deny him an orgasm, and send him home in pain and frustration.
"That little cock of yours is dying to cum, isn't it slave?"
"You would love to unload that hot cum all over me or even deep inside of me, wouldn't you?"
"Oh yes, Mistress! Please Mistress!"
"No." At his crestfallen look she smiled and said, "but you can jack off onto my cock then lick it clean." He just now noticed the 7" cock standing erect in her lap.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really," she chuckled, and smiled as he stood in front of her and started stroking himself. "Think of burying your nose in my pussy, tonguing my ass, while you jack off." He moaned. "Are you thinking of that?" she demanded.
"Yes Mistress!" he gasped, stroking faster.
"Stop! Stop stroking your cock!"
"What?" he looked at her in confusion, his hand still on his erection.
"Ok, begin again." She smiled at his eager resumption of stroking. "Stop! Take your hand off your cock!" He did, looking unhappy. "Every time I tell you to stop, you must take your hand off your cock. If you disobey, I won't let you cum until the next time we meet, if then!"
"Ok begin." He stroked. "Stop!" He dropped his hand to his side. "Go." He stroked. "Stop!" He stopped again. He was hoping that she would let him stroke just a few moments longer, he knew he could cum if she did, and he was getting desperate to cum.
She continued the torture for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a short time. She could see his tension, his frantic need to cum. Finally, when she felt he'd sufferred enough,
she remained silent, watching as he stroked and jerked. She watched as his penis erupted with cum as he squeezed and cried out. Ropes of jism coated her chest, her legs and her cock. He'd not been careful and she planned to punish him for that at the next session. For now she waited, silently, as he shuddered through the most intense orgasm of his life. When his dick was finally hanging limp and she could see he was about to collapse she said, "On your knees! Lick this mess off of me! I can't believe you made such a mess!" He scrambled to comply. As he came down from his climax he'd dreaded licking the salty jism from her cock but the sound of her displeasure erased all but a need to obey from his mind. Hastily he licked her thighs, her chest and breasts. When had she removed her corset? he wondered. He lingered over her breasts, sucking the nipples, feeling them harden in his mouth.
"Stop mauling me and lick the cum off my cock!" she growled. He bent down and took the dildo into his mouth, sucking and licking the cum off its shaft. When he'd licked it clean of all his cum he looked eagerly at her, awaiting her praise and approval.
"Well, that was a good start. You need to learn to control where you cum. I thought you'd drown me in it!" He grinned. "And next time you'll be punished for that!" His grin disappeared. He enjoyed pleasing her orally, getting his ass fucked, even sucking her strap on. He was not that into pain, however, and his bottom still burned from the earlier spanking. But he would tolerate it. He would deal with just about anything to get another opportunity to serve his Mistress. She told him it was time for him to go and as he dressed, he wished they could sit and talk for a bit. But he could see she was exhausted and so he did as he was told, murmuring a quiet goodbye as he slipped out the door.
She lay back on the bed, smiling and thinking back on the afternoon. She'd worried that she wouldn't be strong enough, stern enough. She liked this sub but, unlike her first, he wasn't her friend so she found it easier to allow her inner bitch to emerge. Thinking of her first sub, her Alan, she called him. He was nearby, waiting at the same bar where she'd met Jason. Somehow she'd known she would want his gentleness, his devoted attention after this first session with a new sub. She also knew Alan longed for her to use him much the same as she'd used Jason today. She knew he wasn't the bitch that Jason was, didn't crave her cock in his ass but he did want her to take more control of their sessions. To be the powerful Mistress that she had been with Jason.
Perhaps some day she could unleash that Bitch on him, push his limits a bit, give him what he craved, but for now she looked forward to a nice massage, another mind blowing orgasm, then a good fucking from him. She washed and packed away her toys and tools, showered, and then lay on the bed, waiting for her gentle giant to come and complete her afternoon.