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people. I could have watched the sweet smile on Zoe’s face all day. That glow was back. She’d lost it again with Julie gone, but now for the first time in several weeks, I could see it.
And also for the first time in several weeks, I started to get some of that same old feeling back in myself. But I wanted to be careful. I didn’t want to rely on Julie to help me feel great about things. I was happy with her in my life, but I wanted to be happy in general.
And I was determined to take that first step towards a better me.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Julie
“So, tell me how much you’ve missed this,” I said.
Ricky was tied to the bed in front of me, his hands bound tightly to each respective bed post. I let his legs stay free for now. But if he was a naughty boy, I would have to teach him a lesson. That sounded like fun. Maybe I should have encouraged him to be naughty. I giggled at the thought as I stood in front of him.
I was naked. It always made me feel so free to strip it all off and stand in the center of the bedroom completely nude. I’d removed every stitch of Ricky’s clothing a bit earlier, after I had tied him up of course. He was my slave for the evening and I was going to do whatever I wanted to him. It had been over a month since we’d made love. And now it was time to make up for that lost time.
Ricky had dropped Zoe off at her aunt Katy’s and came back home. We decided an evening in was the right thing for us to celebrate my return. I’d arrived at the airport late the night before and had spent the night in my old bedroom with Tessa. She had yet to fill my spot in her apartment. She actually thought I was going to be back even sooner. That was a hard blow, but she was honest at least. Her reasoning was that “Those artists are all crazy.”
That was actually true, as it had turned out. I should have listened to her advice to begin with.
As soon as Ricky got back, the two of us headed to the bedroom where I already had everything set up. I ordered him to strip himself bare and to lie down on the bed. He did as I instructed and I promptly tied him up.
Now it was time to torture him with exquisite lovemaking. That was something I had become really good at.
“Ah, yes. I’ve missed this… baby, I’m not sure I can handle being tied up. I want you too badly this time. It’s been a month.”
“That is precisely why I have tied you up. I want to be able to control how much of this you really get. This way I can make sure that you aren’t planning to blow your load too soon. I can remain in control of it all.”
“That sounds devious,” Ricky laughed.
I pulled out the whip from my bag and struck him across the legs with it. He flinched and laughed with it. “Wow, that’s impressive.”
Oh, he thought we were playing games. That was cute. I placed my face right next to his and kissed him hard on the mouth, biting his lip at the end to prove a point. “This is not a game. I will have you begging for mercy when I’m done with you.”
“Oh, that sounds good,” Ricky said. “Pleasure me baby…”
I ignored his pleas and focused on the task at hand. Standing in front of him, I took a good look at his hard, growing member. It was growing right in front of my eyes, but I thought I might give it a little hand anyway. I bent down and took a good sniff of his package. It smelled delicious. I’d missed his sweet, masculine scent so much while I’d been away. This was another great reason to never leave again.
I grabbed him in my hands, massaging his dick slowly, making sure I hit all the sweet spots and gauging his response to my touch. He grew harder and thicker in my hand, his big, throbbing piece sliding in and out of my grip. I squeezed it hard, trying to make him cry out in agony, but all I got in return were moans of sweet pleasure.
“Have you been playing with this in my absence?” I asked.
Ricky smiled. “No way.”
I squeezed him harder, really getting into the role. “I asked you a question. Have you been playing with this in my absence?”
Ricky thought a second before answering. Then he finally murmured a “Maybe.”
I clicked my teeth together and grabbed the whip again. This time I slapped the whip across the bottom of his sack fairly hard. Ricky cried out in a bit of pain, wincing but trying not to laugh at the same time. He was enjoying this little slice of humiliation. I wasn’t sure that was really what I was going for here. It took away from my mistress dominatrix fun if I couldn’t make Ricky squirm and scream. I’d wanted to get into this type of role playing for a while, but Ricky had never seemed that into it. And now he was trying to make fun of it. That naughty boy would have to be taught a lesson.
And I was just the person to teach him.
I picked up his shaft once again and I laid it flat against his stomach while my other hand cupped his balls. He was now getting apprehensive, wondering exactly what I was going to do to his precious marbles. I held them for a few seconds, shifting them from one finger to another. They felt sweet and soft in my hands. I knew that I could have crushed this man so easily right then and there. But I didn’t. I loved watching him fear, watching him squirm, and most of all, I loved watching him come.
“What do you want me to do with this?” I asked. “What shall I do with this cock, right here?”
“Baby, take it in your mouth,” Ricky pleaded. “Oh, yes… please…”
I was actually about to do that anyway, but the fact that he was asking me to do it made me second guess this decision. I couldn’t very well have my sex slave making demands. I squeezed his member again and then began to rub it up and down, sliding my fingers along his thick shaft. He was getting hard as could be. I watched his sweet length extend and wobble back and forth as his eyes rolled back in his head.
