It was the look in his eyes that aroused me the most, that scared yet horny expression that spoke of how urgent his need was. Every time he looked at me this way, the dominance in me flared with empowered purpose, as if he was a way of telling myself just how much of a badass goddess I was. As if I didn’t secretly already know.
When he’d first come to me, he’d been a shy man. So self conscious and in his own head that he couldn’t see that there was much he could offer to a lover, all he had to do was find his strengths. Given that he’d come to me out of the other women available, I knew that his strength lay in the submissive, in being devoured by someone else. The first time I’d put this to him, he’d blushed the deepest shade of red, his eyes nervously flitting about as he tried to find an excuse to explain away him being here. It had been adorably amusing. He was still just as adorable, but a lot more pliable now that I’d been able to mould him; his inhibitions had been peeled back to reveal a wanton man who needed direction in order to be satisfied. Direction only I could give him.
On the floor between us, suctioned into place, was a large and rather forboding black dildo. To a novice, the sheer size of it would make them wince, but to someone like him, it was a size he’d welcome with open arms… well, maybe not his arms, but he’d definitely be welcoming. My eyes roving from the dildo to his face again, I search for a response, a means of reading his mind without him speaking. Just as always, he’s an open book, his words pouring out of him in nothing more than a glance. He was nervous, unsure even, but he also had a look of excitement etched into the gentle lines of his face.
Keen though I am to see him submit to me in this way, I still seek his complete consent and approval before doing so, just to make sure that he’s comfortable with what our session will bring.
“Patrick, you know we can save this for another time,” I suggest. “I don’t want to push you before you’re ready.” A truth I don’t mind admitting; some women relish breaking their subs, but I find that incredibly distasteful. Why abuse them against their wishes when you can abuse them in such delightful, agreed ways? All it takes is knowing what they need and where their limits lie.
“No, I want to do this.” Comes his soft reply, his eyes boring into mine so that I can see for myself the certainty of his decision. It’s just as I expected, not that I’d admit that right now.
Remaining seated, I extend a long finger in a come-hither motion, beckoning for him to come to me. Ever the obedient lover, Patrick moves the moment he sees my signal, his body fluid in the way it adapts to my command. Once he’s standing in front of me, his head cast downwards to watch for further instruction, I take one of his hands and raise it to my lips, giving it the lightest kiss. It’s not a symbol of affection I use often, and very rarely for paying clients, but I suppose it’s wrong of me to still group him in as “just another client”, not with how he makes me feel.
“I want you to undress for me. Slowly.” I instruct, the thrill of having him at my command already sending tingles throughout my body, a sensation that only grows as he starts to undress. Just as I ordered him to, he takes his time, making sure to unbutton every button agonisingly slowly. Every aspect of him is in high definition slow motion, laid out for me to soak in his awkwardly shy beauty. “Good. Now, I want you to turn around so that your back’s to me.” There’s a flicker of surprise on his features now, but it disappears as soon as it arrives.
His back soon facing me, I reach out my hands and begin to lightly drag my nails down the soft curves of his skin, the trials of my journey alight with faint red lines. As I claw down to the bottom of his back and to the top of his buttocks, Patrick moans in response, the hairs on his body standing to attention as I coax more arousal from deep within him. I want to stay on him now, to paint marks all over his body, but that is for another time.
Saddened though I am to momentarily pull away from him, when I return with the glob of lube on my fingertips, my pulse races with anticipation as I wipe the gel between his cheeks, my tips grazing then massaging the textured flesh there. At first he gasps from the cold touch of the substance, but then his gasp comes from the way I’m teasing him. When my finger pushes lightly against him is when he truly moans for me. Patrick tilts his head back ever so slightly, his mouth parted as he groans with every move my fingers make. Once he’s nicely lubed up for me, I gently ease my middle finger inside him.
“Mmmmm, yes… that feels in—”
“Did I say you could speak?” I ask, cutting across his pleasured, breathy groans. Suddenly he falls silent, his voice turning into husky whimpers as I work my finger deeper, my fingertip stroking while the rest of my finger slowly rotates to loosen him up. He feels incredible. And so vulnerable and exposed — in this state, I could do whatever my sinful mind desires and he’d obey. Knowing all of the possibilities before me, I have to stifle my own sighs of pleasure at the very thought of them all.
The tension that was initially in his body, that first resistance upon entry, quickly ebbs away, ready for me to slide in my index finger to join the other. Stretched around my fingers, his muscles contract around me, his body humming with energy as he lightly starts to bounce against my hand. Shifting my weight so that I can stand, I move myself so that my chest is pressed against his bare back, our bodies sandwiched close like urgent, searching lips reacting to a kiss. Yet still, it isn’t close enough.
I wrap my free arm around him and grip him tightly, his abs strong under my palm as I push him further into me. Then, only when I’m satisfied that we can’t get any closer, do I begin to lower my hand to stroke his cock. After all the waiting and yearning I’ve built in these teasing moments, Patrick is engorged with desire, his shaft thick and quivering to attention as I firmly take hold.
“Ohhhh, Christ, yes,” He breathes, forgetting my words from earlier. Glad of his slip up, I nuzzle into his neck, just below his earlobe, my lips almost touching him.
“If you utter another word, I’m going to make you bark like the dog you are, do you hear me?” The nod of his head informs me that he does. Although I welcome his obedience, I’m almost sad that he doesn’t rebel, so twitchy is my hand at the idea of holding my cane up high as I strike against his bare ass…
Confident that I fully have his attention, I finally pry myself away from his alluring frame, my constricted fingers the last to leave him. I can tell the sudden absence is disappointing for him. Oh, if only he knew what was coming!
“I want you to turn around and face me now,” I command, his response as instantaneous as ever. Now that his face is looking at mine, I can see the wonderfully pink hue of his flushed cheeks and his lust filled eyes; he’s intoxicated, completely lost in the moment. He’s a vision.
“Good, very good. Now I want you to lower yourself down onto that dildo and fuck it until I tell you to stop. Understand?” I raise a finger quickly, to ensure he knows not to speak. Right on cue, he simply nods his head, his eyes focused only on me. “If you come before I tell you to, you’ll be punished.” I can’t help but grin at the way his eyes flash with excitement at the thought of me punishing him. Even in spite of his natural obedience, he can’t help but be tempted by the pain.
The room now still save for the charged atmosphere of the air, Patrick moves to position himself over the tip of the dildo, the fresh lube he’s just applied scenting the air with its subtle aroma. As he begins to squat over it, he uses his hands to part his cheeks, ensuring that there’s no obstacles to his penetration. When the light squelch of lube fills my ears, the end of the dildo now disappearing from view, the wetness between my legs seeps from between my lips to line my knickers.
I watch, transfixed, as he continues to lower himself, taking more inches of the large cock as he slides down it. His face is twisted into the most carnal expression, his eyes glazed over as if he’s drunk. The more he takes, the more shallow his breathing gets. His muscles flex as he finally pushes the last inch inside of him. Then, to my absolute pleasure, he begins to slide up and down the ridged shaft without any instruction from me; I allow him a few minutes to adjust and create a steady pace, but then my greed gets the better of me.
“Faster.” I tell him, my eyes on fire with the sexual aggression pouring out of me. “I want you to take that cock hard and fast like the slut you are. Answer me.”
“Yes… yes, Mistress.”
Leaving him to bounce vigorously on the spot, his body glistening with sweat as he works himself to fever pitch, I walk over to my drawer and take out my strap-on. Having donned this many times over, it’s an effortless process to fasten the straps into place, my large cock a sight to behold as I stride back over to him.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours for me.” I ordered him. Hastily, Patrick opens his moist mouth wide to take my hardness into the warm, wet recesses that lie beyond.
I’d never had a mistress like her. In fact, she was my first and only. After years of whoring around, fucking girls and forgetting their names, I decided it was time for a change. I didn’t want to be in control anymore. Why was it always up to me to buy the condoms, pick the sex positions, and call the next day? Fuck that. I was over it. I also wanted to explore sex in new and different ways, free of judgment or ridicule.
My mistress never judged me. She didn’t require anything from me except my obedience. She was in control of my pleasure and lucky for me, she got off on watching me get off. All I had to do was follow directions and keep my mouth shut.
Seeing her each night is what got me through the long, boring days of work. I couldn’t get to her fast enough. I knew where to find her. I entered and got into position on the far side of the room like always, unsure of what devious plans she had for this evening.
She stood on the opposite side, looking as evil and irresistible as always. The black pleather outfit clung to her womanly curves. Her deep red lipstick looked like blood. I fought the urge to lift her into my arms and taste her. My cock was already hard but I’d learned to control it and not get too excited, too soon. After all, there was punishment for behavior like that.
As I stood silent and still, waiting for my directions, I noticed an enormous dildo suctioned to the floor. A slight panic rose in my stomach, getting caught in my throat. I really hope that’s for her, was the only thought I had.
“Patrick.” My name on her lips sent a fresh flood of desire through my veins. “We can save this for another time.”
I smile internally. She must’ve recognized the uncertainty in my eyes.
“I don’t want to push you before you’re ready,” she continues, genuinely.
“No”, I say firmly, not wanting to disappoint my mistress. “I want to do this.”
A smile spreads across her beautiful face and she beckons me to her with a single finger. I obey, crossing the room in just a few strides. She’s seated before me now, in her traditional, commanding position — legs crossed, chest out. She lifts my hand, softly kissing the tip of my index finger. I wonder if she treats all of her clients this way?
I don’t let the thought consume me as she gives me my next direction.
“I want you to undress for me. Slowly.”
My cock throbs with desire. This is my favorite part. I know how much she enjoys watching me peel away my clothing and reveal my muscular body. I’ve worked hard for this physique. Hours spent in the gym with visions of my mistress as my driving force. All for this moment of exposing myself. Of being completely vulnerable before her. A feast for her eyes.
I undo my shirt slowly, one button at a time. I remove my belt and trousers, placing everything in a ball next to us. Completely naked, I have nothing to conceal my arousal. I must control myself now.
“Good. Now I want you to turn around so your back’s to me.”
I pause. This is new. I turn around, completely blind to what’s happening behind me. She doesn’t make me wait long, digging her sharp nails into my back. She starts near my shoulder blades, dragging her claws down my skin and stopping just above my tender ass. My skin is electrified by a thousand tiny goosebumps. I can’t help but grunt in a mix of pleasure and pain. I wonder if I’m bleeding and secretly hope that I am. I yearn for more. I want her to leave her marks on me. Something to remember her by.
I hear the familiar sound of lube and instantly feel the cold, wet sensation between my ass cheeks. I flinch slightly at the wet sensation on my flesh. Her fingers are exploring my most sensitive areas and I try to control my delight, small moans and whimpers escaping from my pursed lips. I tilt my head backward, relishing in the sensation of her fingers exploring my forbidden zone.
I inhale deeply, preparing for what’s next. At that moment, she expertly slips a single finger into my asshole. The pressure quickly gives way and my body opens for her.
“Mmmm, yes. That feels in…”. For a moment, I forget myself.
“Did I say you could speak?” She instantly cuts me off, slightly irritated by my lapse in judgment.
I pull my lips tightly together, stopping myself from speaking again. I whimper as she works her finger deeper into my hole. I let out a heavy sigh, relaxing my body and muscles even further, giving her more freedom to work my ass around her thin digit. I gasp as she slides a second finger inside me. I’m surprised at how willing my canal is to make room for the girth of her two fingers. I relax into the sensation, relishing in the control she has over me.
I feel her body rise up. She’s standing behind me now, her arm wrapped around my waist. It’s a subtle form of affection that I welcome even more than her fingers inside me. Somehow, it’s more intimate. I cherish the rare moments that she lets me in, giving me a peek into her own vulnerabilities. She’s hugging me from behind now, pulling my body closer and tighter. With every squeeze around my torso, she inserts her fingers deeper inside my tender spot.
Her hand trails down my stomach, finding my throbbing cock. I whimper as her soft, silky skin makes contact with the taut flesh of my shaft. I’ve been yearning for her touch long before we entered the room together. I close my eyes, welcoming every sensation. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than embraced in a hug, her hand on my cock, and her fingers pushing my limits. I can’t help but vocalize my pleasure.
“Ohhhh, Christ, yes”, I whimper. Even if I’m punished for speaking out of turn, it’ll be worth it. In fact, I may speak up more so that she can whip and spank me the way I know she loves doing. Does she realize that her pleasure is what gets me off most? We’re both intoxicated by our desire to satisfy the other.
Her voice abruptly cuts through my thoughts.
“If you utter another word, I’m going to make you bark like the dog you are, do you hear me?”
I nod, not wanting to anger her.
I feel her slowly move away, breaking contact with my body. Desperation fills my throat and chest. I want to cry out but don’t dare. No. Don’t go. It’s too late. With one fluid motion, she pulls her fingers from my body, my ass feeling momentary relief.
“I want you to turn around to face me now,” she demands.
“Good, very good. Now, I want you to lower yourself onto that dildo and fuck it until I tell you to stop. Understand?”
She raises her finger, not wanting verbal confirmation. I nod and swallow hard. I shouldn’t be surprised. The moment I saw that enormous dildo positioned in the middle of the room, I knew what her plan was. Now, I just had to see if I could perform for her.
“If you come before I tell you to,” she continues in an even tone. “You’ll be punished.”
Her words excite me. We’re both grinning but neither deviates from the task at hand. I walk over to the dildo, trying hard not to focus on the immense girth and length. This is what I have to do to please my mistress. Nothing else matters.
I turn around, spreading my cheeks and positioning my body over the bulbous tip. The slick lube slides between my fingertips and I’m glad it’s there. I lock eyes on my mistress as I slowly lower my body down. My ass happily accepts the tip of the dildo, breaking the barrier into my newfound pleasure zone. I bend my knees, taking deep breaths as I lower myself inch-by-inch onto the thick tool. The pressure builds in my lower back as I plunge the last few inches into my body and out of sight.
Using my legs, I slowly lift and lower my ass, methodically fucking the thick treat. The dildo slides easily inside my gaping hole, the lube gliding along the smooth surface.
“Faster,” she instructs, her voice thick with excitement. “I want you to take that cock hard and fast like the slut you are. Answer me.”
“Yes,” I struggle through deep breaths and moans. “Yes, mistress.”
I’m overwhelmed by how easily the dildo fills up my tight hole. My cock is rigid and bouncing between my legs as I work my body up and down the length of the toy.
“Good boy”, she whispers, her eyes transfixed on my every movement.
Her pleasure is my only objective. I’d fuck 10 dildos if she asked me to. I spread my ass cheeks wide, focused on maintaining a steady rhythm as I watch her move to the other side of the room. My stomach flutters in excitement. I know what you’re up to.
She reappears in front of me, her favorite dildo strapped securely to her petite frame.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours for me,” she coaxes with a devilish grin, and I can’t help but smile.
I open my mouth, hungrily accepting her gift strap-on while the other dildo continues to disappear inside the dark, wet orifice of my body. I close my eyes, filled with complete euphoria over being fucked in both holes all to the naughty delight of my mistress.