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I step forward, grabbing the metal link of his collar with my fingers and then tug him closer to me, allowing the spikes to dig into the skin of his neck. A loud click echoes in the room as I secure the clasp of the leash to the link on the collar. Keeping the length wrapped around my hand, I squat down and, once again, pull him towards me. I delicately place my finger beneath his jaw, tilting his head up so that he is looking me directly in the eye.
“Are you ready to play, my dirty little pet?” I whisper just inches away from his mouth before dragging my tongue across his lips. His dark green eyes sparkle with excitement.
“Yes, Mistress.”
I release my slack on the leash and glance back down at the beautiful markings on his wrists. Most people use braided vinyl rope, but I prefer to use hemp instead. It’s rougher on the body and always leaves, nicely irritated skin.
“Just look at what you’ve done. It seems someone needs a lesson about self-control.” I raise my eyebrow at him and pull the knot tighter against his hands. “There. Now, that’s better. I know how you like it...nice and tight.”
Biting through the pain, he hisses when I roughly wiggle the course rope hard around his sensitive wrists. A hint of a smile grows at the opening of his hood. A masochistic monster, he craves the intense pain I inflict, every bit as much as he enjoys the way I shame him for it. Each time, I make it more and more interesting with my tactics. It’s why he comes here so often to see me.
“Is that a fucking smile on your face?”
Out of anger, I lift my foot and push the spike into his chest, shoving him hard until he’s flat on his back. I stand over him, glaring down as I hold tight to the leash in my hand.
“You disgusting piece of shit. I better not ever see that again!”
I increase pressure into his chest. He lets out a loud pained grunt as I twist the heel deeper into his skin.
“Is that understood?” I snap.
“Y-yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Sorry, huh? Don’t lie to me. You’re not fucking sorry.” I lift my foot off his chest and bring the spiked heel up to his mouth, lightly tracing it over his plump lips. “But, you’re going to be.” Wiggling my foot, I force my heel down.
“Open up that dirty mouth for me and suck.”
With his hands tightly bound and my firm grip on his collar, he has no choice but to do as I say. Stunned by my forcefulness, he opens his mouth and lightly wraps his lips around the steel post. His lack of enthusiasm instantly enrages me. Even though he’s sucking on the heel, I know he can perform better than this.
Violently, I yank upwards on his leash, pushing the spiked heel of my boot deeper into his mouth. “Suck harder!”
Eager to comply, he pulls his cheeks in tighter against my heel and increases his suction. Feeling wicked, I tilt my heel back just far enough to touch the back of his throat, instantly triggering his gag reflex.
“Don’t be a pathetic bastard. Suck!” He pauses for a moment, coughing and gasping, but quickly composes himself and returns to the task of sucking on the metal spike of my boot.
“That’s right, take all of it.” I grin smugly at him, satisfied by both his obedience and determination to please me. It’s more than electrifying to watch someone yield everything to you, to trust you even in their most vulnerable state.
Determined to make him break my rules, I jerk my foot away from his mouth and throw down the leash beside of me. Since I take great pleasure in punishing him, I must do whatever it takes to tempt him to misbehave, to give me a reason to inflict the pain he craves. Everything that goes on behind this door is a part of the sick twisted game he’d hired me to play with him. He thinks he’ll win, but he forgets I make all the rules.
Reaching over, I lift the small, red leather queening-chair beside him and position it above his head. The chair is quite unique in its design. With two red leather sides, the center is left open with a small sling located beneath to allow for the submissive to prop their head. This allows the slave to be in the perfect position to perform multiple sexual oral favors.
I turn my back to him, propping one foot up on the arm of the chair and pushing my ass up into the air to show him how well the black leather panties hug my ass. I’d paired them up with the matching black studded bra and my long thigh high leather boots. It’s one of my favorite outfits to wear.
The game of seduction begins as I provocatively run my gloved hand in between my legs and trace the folds of my wet pussy, pushing the fabric to the side to swirl the moisture into my clit. Keeping my leg propped up on the chair, I ease my hand around behind me until my fingers grasp the metal clasp of the zipper on my panties. I gradually pull downwards, allowing the thin leather to split from the middle of my ass, all the way up to my mound. To torture him more, I spread the leather apart and give him an ultimate view of my pretty pink opening.
Mesmerized, he watches me drag the fingertips of my gloved hand up my body and on into my mouth. Moistening them well with my spit, I release them from my lips and insert them inside of me. My core instantly clenches as my tight sex envelopes my fingers. When I’m done, I drop my foot down and glance back at him, slipping my fingers back inside my mouth to taste my arousal. I lick my lips and relish the flavor as it hits my tongue.
“Mmm. So good, so sweet.” I moan, closing my eyes. “Too bad I can’t share my delectable pussy juices with you.” I fake a pouty look at him and then ease myself into the chair, wiggling my ass to tempt him. “See how wet I am? See how delicious that cunt smells in your face?”
It only takes a couple of seconds for him to defy me. His hot tongue swipes across my inner thigh and I jump to my feet. Outraged by his behavior, I turn and yank the flogger off the table beside of me.
“What the fuck are you doing? Did I give you permission to taste me?” From left to right, I quickly flick my wrist to separate the strands of leather from their tangled mess in preparation for the lashing I’m about to give him.
“You never seem to learn.” Whop! “Always touching.” Whoosh! “Always greedy.” Whop! “Always taking what isn’t yours.” Whoosh!
Carson likes to touch, a little too much, actually. While I’m in this room, men are not allowed to put any part of their body near me, unless I give them permission. Since he is a regular client of mine, he is more than aware of my rules, and even more aware he’d broken them. The punishment is too appealing for him to be a game player.
I bring the leather strips against his skin twice more. Slap! Whoosh!
“You know I fucking hate greedy men.”
I narrow my eyes at him and throw down the flogger beside me. Lying there, half naked and trembling, he struggles to calm himself from the flogging. The defined lines of his immaculately toned abs are now glowing red, causing pride to fill my body.
“Lucky for you, I have a greedy pussy.” This time he’s ready for me when I drop my ass down in the chair.
“Suck my clit, you disobedient bastard!”
I moan loudly at the feel of his hot tongue against my clit. Faster and faster, I rock my hips back and forth as he hungrily licks my sex like a starved animal. A sudden warm rush of pleasure begins forming deep and low, signaling my impending climax. I grit my teeth and drop my head back, planting my stiletto spikes firmly into the wooden floor.
“Harder! Suck. It. Harder!”
His teeth rake against my folds, setting my orgasm to spiral out of control. I let out a loud moan and dig my nails into the sides of the chair as I ride the pleasure out on his face. When my thick warm release fills his mouth, a deep satisfied growl erupts from his body.
His prize. My reward.
“That’s right. Drink my juices up, you greedy fucker. Every drop. Don't stop until you’ve licked me clean.” Each additional swipe of his tongue sends chills down my spine. I swear his tongue holds some magical powers.
Sated with pleasure, I turn my attention to reward him for his obedience. Standing from the chair, I use my foot to shove it away, c
ausing his head to hit the floor with a loud thud. I gradually ease my body down over him, taking my time as I drag my exposed sex against the outside of his boxer briefs. His long thick cock is hard and ready for me, springing free the moment I tug at his waistband.
He and I have fucked a few times when my need was just too great to be satisfied by oral pleasure alone. However, sex is definitely not on the cards for tonight. Tonight is more about settling the demons that rage inside of me. My ultimate gratification will come by punishing him for choosing to come into this room with me.
“Mmm. Look how your cock wants this tight, wet, cunt.”
Once more I grind into him, feeling the way his hardness is teasing me. He lifts up his hips to meet my movement, but I stop and slide to his side. I glide my hand down his chest and take a firm hold of his dick. Spitting on my other hand, I begin working my hands together, one over the other, as I pump his length up and down.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I increase my pace, making him moan out in response.
“Y…yes, Mistress. Fuck!” He bites down on his bottom lip, desperate to maintain control.
“I bet when you’re all alone, you sit and think about me and all the nasty, vile things I do to you. I bet you even lay there at night fisting your cock while you crave my tight pussy around your dick.”
Arching his back off the floor, he lets out a loud, frustrated moan. Beads of sweat form at the top of his exposed mouth as his body trembles beneath me. I know his body well enough to recognize that he isn’t far from coming. As I release my hold, I slap his erect penis, hard. He rolls in agony as his body shakes from the blow.
“Get that cock of yours under control. Remember, I decide when or if you get to come.”
With a forceful yank, I pull him up, not giving him time to recover from the earlier strike. His long thick shaft is still swollen and pointing at full attention. I tighten my grasp on the leash and pull him over to the wooden punishing bench near the wall.
Once again, I lift my stiletto boot and push him forward using the top of my shoe. He falls forward, hitting the middle portion of the bench. At first, he tries to recover his balance, but then I take my foot and swipe his feet apart, causing him to fall back down into the leather.
“Spread those fucking legs!” I demand bringing my hand down hard against his firm bare ass. I won’t tolerate his laziness. He knows damn well what is coming. He watches closely as I circle him, never once taking his eyes off me. I lean in and take his hands into mine. Little by little, I loosen the knot of the rope, taking my slow, sweet time unraveling it from around his wrists.
I tilt his hand back and forth to examine the broken skin. Clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth, I look back at him and smirk. “Poor, baby, it seems you still haven’t learned. Perhaps this will help you to remember.”
Wasting no time, I reach for the metal shackles above me and extend them out to secure tightly around the raw, irritated skin. When I’m done, I release the lever on the side in order to let the slack out of the chain. Inch by inch, his arms raise high into the air above him, elongating his delicious body. I lift the lever and wait until I hear the metal pulley lock into place.
For a few seconds, I stand there and watch the discomfort in his chest. I seductively bring my tongue across my lips, while I delicately trickle my gloved fingertips down his perfectly toned midsection, feeling him tremble beneath my touch.
“There now, we can’t have you enjoying this too much.” I laugh and turn away. From side to side, I twist my hips as I walk toward the large, built-in case on the wall. Placing one hand on my hip, I lift my other hand and tap my chin as if in deep thought.
“Hmm, my, my, so many choices…so little time.”
As I closely scan the long glass case, I think about all the things I can try out on him. However, only one of them fits the bill for what I have planned for tonight. My eyes land upon the prize hanging in front of me.
Perfect.
Full of excitement, I step forward and lift the strap-on harness off the hook, quickly securing the buckles around both sides of my hips. Opening the long drawer underneath, I select one of the longest and thickest dildos we have, and slide it into the front of my harness. His muscular ass is already perched up perfectly awaiting his reward.
I slap his ass hard twice with my hand and spread his cheeks apart. His pink asshole dilates with anticipation.
“You forget one thing about me.” I warn.
Puckering my lips, I allow the saliva to fall onto his asshole. He lets out a loud gasp. I lightly coat the outside of the silicon cock with baby oil. It still isn’t enough lubricant to make this enjoyable.
“I know your dirty little secret.”
As I rub the tip of the dildo at his opening, I feel his body instantly tense. I grab hold of his leash and ram the cock inside of him, not giving him time to adjust. “Ah!” He screams out in both pain and pleasure. I’m sure if I could see his face right now, he’d be smiling. Believe me, the sick fucker wants it as rough as I can give it to him.
“Don’t you fucking dare hold back! Open up that ass to me!” Squeezing the flesh of his bottom, I spread his firm cheeks wider apart. The tension in his body lessens, and I feel myself sink in further into him.
“That’s it, you dirty cocksucker. Take all of my cock! “Every.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Inch.” Thrust.
“Oh, God! Agh.” He groans.
Blocking out his discomfort, I ram harder into him, rotating my hips to work my way in deeper. Each delicious movement is teasing my throbbing, aroused clit. I slow my stride, pulling out the dildo and slapping it against his back. His asshole remains open, anxiously awaiting me to resume fucking him. I take the dildo by the base and tease the tip into the opening, swirling around in the arousal of his ass.
“Do you want more of this long, thick, cock?”
“Yes, Oh, God! Yes!”
An evil smile invades my face. Obviously the sick fucker doesn’t have a clue how big this dildo is.
I pull at his leash. “Then beg me for it.”
“Please, Mistress!”
“Beg louder.” To torture him more, I inch out of him and hold the tip just in the opening.
“Please, Fuck me, Mistress. Fuck me hard!”
Music to my ears.
I hold nothing back, slamming into him harder than ever before. This time, his asshole hungrily engulfs the entire girth and length of the strap on. I’ve become like a wild feral animal, fucking without care or restraint. My relentless assault feeds his sick appetite and leaves him moaning in delight.
The more I thrust into him, the more my swollen clit is teased. It doesn’t take much and I feel my own climax closing in fast and hard. I hold myself inside of him, grinding my hips around slowly to feel the silicon press up on my sweet spot. Letting go, I allow the sensation to flow through me.
I steady myself and pull out of him. At first he lets out a muffled whine in protest, but then arches once more when I spit into his wide greedy asshole. Working the moisture around my fingertips, I push into him and pull up. In a come hither motion, I begin stroking my fingers upwards to milk the prostate gland. A loud growl vibrates through his chest when I take his erect cock with my other hand.
“Feel how your ass clamps down on my fingers? I bet right now you’re wishing that this was my cock fucking you, instead. You like getting fucked in the ass, don’t you? You’re a disgusting fucking piece of shit.” Picking up my pace, I thrust my fingers into him in perfect sync of how I’m fisting his cock.
“Agh!”
“Feel that heavy ache in your balls? I bet they’re full of thick, white cum for me.”
“Oh, God!”
“You want me to milk that fucking cum out, don’t you? You want me to jerk you off until it explodes all over my huge, luscious tits.”
“Oh…Jesus! Yes, Mistress.”
“How fucking bad do you want to come?” I stroke up and put pressure on just the ri
ght spot before shoving down on the base of his hard shaft.
“Shit! Agh!” He’s so worked up, he can’t respond.
“Well? Answer me!” I demand.
“So fucking bad. Please let me come, Mistress. Fucking, please!”
I can hear the desperation in his pleading. Convulsing in waves, his legs, and upper body begin shaking uncontrollably. When I see his defined gluteal muscles pull in, I know he’s ready.
“Come for me, motherfucker! Come!” My words of permission instantly trigger his explosive orgasm.
“Fuck!” He loudly roars his release.
Spurts of his thick white cum drench my gloved hand, trickling off the sides of my palm and dripping down onto my shoe. As I zone in on it, my eyes narrow in disgust. He knows my rules. No messes. I immediately voice my disapproval, not holding back the harshness in my voice when I speak.
