Yes, Mistress

The man inhaled shakily and looked down at his feet. The scuffed boots kicked against the sidewalk and sent pebbles skipping down the concrete. He looked up at the door in front of him with the light spilling into the evening from the thin window alongside it. His boots seemed to move of their own volition as he took the last three steps forward and raised his hand to knock. The noise sounded muffled against the traffic sounds behind him.

After a stretched, suspenseful minute, the door opened silently and a face peered out at him. The woman on the other side of the door smiled and beckoned him inside. She spun to lead him down the hall and her long, wavy brown hair left a lingering smell of soap behind her. The robe she had pulled over her shoulders made a swishing sound against the floor as it dragged behind her, but he could still make out the faint thud of heels through the thin carpet.

She led him to the end of the hall and opened a simple white door to a bedroom. On first glance, it looked just like an ordinary bedroom with thick pillows littering the bed. On second glance, he noticed the extra thick posts and the eye-bolts protruding from the frame, and goosebumps ran up his back. The woman’s fingers did the same, and gently stroked up from his belt to the nape of his neck.

“Are you nervous?” She asked from behind him.

“No. Yes?” he watched her slip around in front of him, her hand trailing around his shoulder to rest on his chest. “I just didn’t think you’d look so…normal?”

She blinked, and then let out a laugh. She winked at him through a green eye and pushed her hair out of her face.

“Well, thank you. I think?” She snorted again, and then turned to lounge back against an overstuffed pillow on the bed. “Come sit with me,”

He propped himself up, sitting awkwardly on the bed. It was harder than it looked, but the sheets slipped under his pants and the pillow seemed to squirm away, inviting him to recline back into the blankets. He held himself upright and forced himself to meet her gaze. She gave him a small smile, studied his face for a few seconds and then took a sharp breath. The gentle look on her face shifted into something slightly more thoughtful and slightly more dangerous.

“Well then. Shall we?”

The man felt his heart start to race and she stood up and turned to face him. The robe slipped off her shoulders with a whisper, revealing a supple leather corset wrapped around her waist. He barely managed to notice her lack of panties before his eyes fell on the thigh high boots laced up her legs. The laces criss-crossed down to her toes and the leather seemed to glow in the dimmed lights. She waited, the lazy smile playing on her face as she watched his gaze leap around her body. She was pale, and the contrast between her dark brown hair, white skin, and black leather made each shape that much bolder. Her eyes glittered like a big cat, and the smile on her face seemed hungrier. The man felt his pants get tighter and he shifted under her eyes.

“Stand up,” she whispered. Even though her voice was soft, there was a tone in it like steel, and he was up in front of her before he realised he’d given his body the command to move. With the heels, she could look him in the eye, and he had a hard time holding her gaze. His eyes dropped.

“Oh, no that won’t do,” a finger tapped under his chin, forcing his face up, “Look at me unless I tell you not to.” The finger traced the curve of his jaw, tickling over the two-day stubble. The hand twisted and she squeezed his chin in her hand, her nails pressing delicately on the soft muscles underneath the jaw. His breath caught in his throat as her grip tightened.

“Strip. On your knees.”

He did. The carpet scratched his knees, but he barely felt it. His boots made a thud as he dropped them beside him and the goosebumps on his back spread across his shoulders as the cool air hit his bare skin.

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Her boots creaked as she turned away from the man kneeling on the floor in front of her. She could smell the sharp aroma of his skin as his adrenaline spiked and he began to sweat. Let him sweat a bit, she thought. He’d been a big talker as they’d chatted online while getting to know each other and negotiated their meeting, but the second she felt his jaw tremble when she grabbed it, she knew that he was in over his head. As soon as she had traced her fingers over the tension in his shoulders, plans had flooded her head about how she was going to mold and use this boy until he whimpered on the floor at her feet.

She let her hands wander over the table at the edge of the room. On it was a variety of toys that she’d teased him with images of. The thick leather flogger was her favourite and she lingered on it for a moment. Not yet, she thought. She settled on the lengths of thin hemp rope at the end of the table. She ran them through her hands as she turned and strode back towards him with a new weight to her steps.

“Give me your hands,” she snapped, “Wrists together.” She lashed the ropes around his wrists and forearms with his arms straight in front of him. She watched as his breath grew shakier with every loop of the rope. By the time she’d finished her tie, his lips had spread and his breath was coming in pants. Her nails raked up his arms and over the coiled muscles of his shoulders as she stood up and stepped behind him. Her hand came to rest at the nape of his neck and she curled her fingernails through his hair. She slowly squeezed and pushed his head down towards his chest.

“I want you to stay perfectly still, do you understand me?” she purred.

“Yes.”
“Yes, what? We talked about this.”

“Yes…. Mistress.” She grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling his head back to expose his jaw and neck and leaned down to breath in his ear.

“That’s right. You’re mine now.”

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The man heard his heart hammering in his chest as her nails ran through his hair. Each stroke left a tingle on his scalp until he wondered if his hair was actually on fire. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his breath as her hands drifted off him and her steps moved across the room once more. He heard a swish and a thud of something soft and heavy and the cool feeling of leather brushed over his shoulders.

“Hands and knees, please.”

He shifted his weight forward, awkwardly with his wrists bound. The leather slithered down his back towards his bare ass and lingered, stroking back and forth and he began to moan, a deep noise coming from the back of his throat.

“Beg me for it,” she said, the edge back in her voice.

“Please, Mistress. Please use me, however you see fit. I just want to serve.”

She smiled, and drew the thick leather flogger back behind her.

“If you insist. Stay still.”

She let it down across his ass with a stinging thud. He yelped. “That’s good, good boy. We’re going again, but I’ll warm you up.” He took a deep breath, and as he let it out, she whipped the flogger across his ass again. And again. Time slowed down. The stinging sensation eased, and he fell into himself. He became focused on nothing but the in and out of his breath, and the flash of heat across his body at each fall of the leather strips. Slowly, it stopped feeling like pain. The rhythmic swishes and thuds blended into each other and his vision blurred. His shoulders started to shake and his cock started to twitch as the pain shifted into pleasure, then intense arousal. His mouth opened and a thin line of drool trickled over his lips. He wasn’t aware of making noises, but he must have been as he slowly became aware of his mouth feeling dry.

She stopped the rhythmic swing of the flogger and stroked a cool hand over his burning ass.

“Good boy. You’ve done so well, I’m so impressed.” His head continued to hang down but he managed to form words.

“Thank you Mistress. Thank you,”

“Would you like more?”

“Yes, yes please!” The euphoria of losing himself inside pain had opened a current in his body, and every nerve ending was screaming for more. He felt the leather slide against his shoulders and tickle around his ribs. His body tensed, waiting for the impact. He felt a hand rest against the side of his neck and her warm breath on his ear.

“Not yet. I want you to do something for me first.” She whispered. He felt the tension evaporate from his muscles as he opened his eyes. He felt like he was pulling himself out of a dream.

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything.”

She pushed herself off of him and walked back towards her table. She didn’t hesitate while reaching for a shiny, black steel anal plug. With a few deft movements, she untied his hands and helped pull him to his feet.

“Lay down on your back on the bed. Spread your legs.” He assumed the plug was going right in, so he was confused when she knelt down in between his spread legs on the floor. His cock throbbed again. Now that his eyes were open, he had an excellent view of her breasts spilling out of the top of the corset. She dipped her head down out of his view and he rested his head back against the bed. It seemed like a very long minute before he felt a warm wetness on his asshole. His body realised it was her tongue before his brain did, and he felt a hot surge of blood to his cock, which was now standing up fully erect. Her tongue drew small circles around the puckered skin and gently probed inside. His eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open soundlessly. With one hand, she reached up and took hold of his cock. He thought he felt her smile, but couldn’t be completely sure. With smooth, sure movements, she stroked his cock up and down until he thought he might explode. Suddenly her tongue stopped it’s gentle invasion.

“You’re being a very good boy, but you do not have my permission to cum. Do you understand me?” Her hand was still sliding up and down his cock, now slippery with pre-cum.

“Yes Mistress,” he gasped. “I won’t.”

“Good. Take a deep breath.”

He did, and as he exhaled, he felt the plug probing at his ass, then sliding in. The pressure and stretch increased until his teeth clenched, but just as he thought he couldn’t bear it, it slipped inside and left him with a satisfying full feeling. The continued stroking helped.

“You’ve done well. Come here.” She stood in front of him and propped one foot up on the bed. “Show me how badly you want to serve me.” The lips of her pussy were swollen and he could see her tiny clit seeming to pulse in the light. He rocketed up off his back, wincing a bit at the pressure shifting in his ass, then nearly falling off the bed in his haste to devour her. He landed hard on his knee, and clumsily crawled towards her, his mouth already open. Both hands reached up to hold onto her ass, and his tongue slipped up between her lips as though he was starving. His tongue settled onto her clit with a fierce determination and he felt her hips buck under his hands. Her head rolled back and her hands settled into a kneading pattern on the back of his head. Her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps and one hand settled down onto his shoulder. The other took a firm hold into his hair and pushed his head closer. His tongue slowed on her clit and settled into a pattern of deep, long strokes while one hand released its hold on her ass and slipped up the inside of her thigh towards her slit. He felt the wetness coming from her from halfway down her leg.

His fingers slowly slipped inside and a deep groan escaped her panting mouth. He felt the muscles contract around his fingers, leading him towards the throbbing pulse at the front of her vaginal wall. It quivered as he pressed on it and worked it with his fingers. Her breathing slowed and her groan became quiet, but the hand holding his hair never released it’s grip. She began to twitch again, and a sudden gush flowed from her as a moan came out of her mouth. She gushed again and again, until his arm was soaked and there was droplets on his thighs and his cock. She slowly pulled his head off of her clit, looked down at him, and smiled.

“Very, very good boy,” she purred, “I am so pleased.”

Giddiness bubbled up inside the man. Pleasing her was a jolt of adrenaline to the system. The sense of accomplishment rose like a wave inside him and he grinned up at her, juices flowing off his face. She knelt down in front of him and slowly and deliberately wiped the moisture from his face. She looked directly into his face pushed his hair back out of his eyes.

“I’d like you to fuck me now. Hard. Again, you’re not allowed to cum until I say.”

The words echoed through his head. His brain felt empty. His blood was occupied elsewhere.

She stood up in front of him. “Stay.” He did. With slow, deliberate movements, she unlaced the corset wrapped around her. Each hook that unclipped seemed to tunnel his vision further on her fingers. The last hook undone, and the leather seemed to sigh as it released her body. Her breasts dropped slightly from their restraints and his eyes seemed glued on the rise and fall of her bellybutton on her pale, soft stomach. She twisted to begin unlacing the thigh-high boots, then stopped and glanced at the man.

“Take them off.”

With numb fingers, he carefully unlaced first the right, then the left boot and supported her as he slid them off her legs. Standing in front of him barefoot and naked, he felt overwhelmed with the competing urges to curl around her and protect her soft body, versus the urge to rise up like an animal and ravish her completely. He did neither, and instead knelt still, waiting for her to command him. She said nothing, only took the few steps over to the bed and slipped back against the pillows.

“Come here.”

As though moving through molasses, he did. His hands slid up her bare sides, feeling the lines that the leather had left imprinted on her skin. One of her hands reached up to the now familiar spot at the back of his head and guided his head down towards her. She twisted like a snake at the last minute and bit the soft space underneath his jaw, while at the same time lifting her hips and opening herself up to him.

His balls ached and his cock leapt as he felt himself draw closer towards the hot, wet slit. One of his hands tightened on her ribs, then reached up to squeeze a breast while the other supported his weight over her. His eyes darted over her body and settled on her face as he settled his weight. Her face was flushed and hungry, her mouth parted and her tongue flicking the edge of her teeth. She smiled at him through hooded eyes and the word *More* breathed through her lips. He groaned and thrust himself home into her, feeling her muscles tighten and clamp down around him. Her whisper turned into a moan, and then into a yell and the hand at the back of his neck wrapped into his hair again while the other clawed at his back. His back muscles corded up under her hands as he started to move with deep slow thrusts. Her hips raised to meet him eagerly, and he felt one leg wrap tight around him, pinning him close.

His pace quickened, his thrusts deepened, and he felt his balls begin to tighten.

“Don’t you dare,” she hissed, “Not yet.” With a Herculean effort, he slowed his pace and his ragged breathing, and straightened his hips up under him. She shifted her hips to place both legs high on his shoulders. He felt her muscles strain and wriggle as she adjusted herself around his cock, then her cheeks flushed and her mouth gaped open. “There,” she managed to gasp, “Fuck me there. Hard.”

His hands settled on her hips, squeezing hard enough to bruise the pale skin and he let himself go. An animal series of grunts escaped him as he pounded deep inside her, feeling her writhe underneath him. She clawed at his back, leaving tracks with her nails, but he barely felt it. Her breath came fast and hot in his ear as he pinned her to the bed. He felt his balls tighten and looked at her in a panic, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop himself this time.

“Come for me, come for me now,” She commanded through gritted teeth, “fill up that pussy, give it to me, I want it all.”

His orgasm tore through him like a wildfire and he erupted deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, clutching at her hair and her face as he came. She followed a split second later, both hands leaving deep fingernail marks in his shoulders as her hips bucked and she cried out. He tried to support his weight with his suddenly weak and wobbly arms. The sudden sound of her laughter shocked him, and he looked down in confusion. She was laughing and pushing her hair back from her flushed face.

“Oh my god, yes. Oh fuck,” she managed through her laughter. “Fuck, yes.” It took him a second to catch up and realise it was a laugh of intense emotional release. She was just as happy as he was.

He slipped out of her and fell down beside her in a suddenly boneless puddle. She reached up to push his hair out of his face and wipe a bead of sweat away from his eyebrow.

“Good boy,” she purred, “Very, very good boy.”

And then the word that made his heart skip a beat and his pulse began to race all over.

“…Again.”

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