It had been hours. The pleasure was so explosive, the teasing so ruthless, he was driven to a moaning mess. She loved how her pet was one who moaned. Most men either didn’t or their moans were blind exasperations of how good *they* felt physically.
But no, her pet moaned from a deep devotion, a deep excitement. They were sweet sounds, music to her ears. This man would always drive her mad with lust.
Ellie was trembling, leaned against the wall, having just ripped herself away from his mouth. She didn’t want to come. Not yet. She had grinded herself into him, working his tongue to its absolute limits for almost an hour. Then, she got up and steadied herself. Eyeing him as the vibrator buzzed away at his eager cock.
“Mistress…” he moaned, breathing so heavily. It seemed to be all he could say, his face soaked in her love. “Mistress…”
Ellie’s legs quaked. Her pussy was practically convulsing. The pleasure was still rocking her bones, sending her for sudden trips of near-orgasm. Her body was still reeling from the feeling of his tongue. Ellie breathed and steadied herself, moving over to the bed to pull the vibrator away. His bare cock extended and tensed from the sudden change in sensation. She grinned and took it into her hands, crawling onto the bed. She kissed it again and again. She bit his cock repeatedly, making him yelp, making him groan. His entire body flinched with each clench of her teeth.
Chastity was a choice. But she loved to tease his manhood. She loved to make it his, to use it as a plaything. And, once a month, if she was in the mood, she would let him orgasm. If he ever came when she didn’t allow it, he would be punished severely. She would lock him up in chastity — his cock no longer able to be pleasured by his mistress. Additionally, he wouldn’t be allowed to touch or taste her pussy. Their days, and it would be days, would be spent with Ellie enjoying the limits of pain he could endure while she masturbated to the pleasures of torturing him with whips. She would masturbate while he sat there and rubbed her feet or fed her delicious snacks. And then he would be sent home. Release from his punishment was at the mercy of her. One time she kept it going for an entire week, addicted to the pleasures of denying and tormenting him. But soon enough, she missed the joy of his mouth and, honestly, the pleasures of teasing his cock.
Presently, Ellie crawled up his body and kissed him deeply, taking in the scent and taste of herself upon his mouth.
“What a good boy,” she said between kisses. “Making your mistress feel soooo good…”
He didn’t respond because she was busy enjoying his mouth. She kissed his neck and grinded her body into his hard frame. She took the ball gag from the side table and forced it onto him. The desire to ride him had risen again and she wanted to just use his face. Purely the formation and hardness of his beautiful face. Once the ball gag was secured, she straddled him, facing the headboard of the bed, gripping it tightly. Rubbing her lover, her obedient pet was enough. The pressure… oh, the pressure. The ache. The clenching and the way she could freely swing her hips or bounce up and down on him.
Ellie’s voice was unleashed. She couldn’t control herself. She moved so hard the bed rocked into the wall, loudly. Her sounds became just as loud. Then, she was soaking him in love. Shaking and humping and crying out in mind-numbing bliss.
Slowly, she rotated herself, still moaning, laughing, loving that this could last as long as she wanted. Her lover moaned beneath the gag as she turned completely to rest upon his body, keeping her pussy against his face, pressed into the gag. She took his cock and kissed it again and again as she settled in. He remained tied. She kept kissing, driving him mad, commanding him not to hump or move into her. To just lay there and enjoy her touch, her weight, the smell and taste of her pussy.
She drifted off to sleep just like that. Her entire weight upon her love-slave, her pussy encompassing his entire vision, all of his sense of smell, her juices dripping into the holes of his gag.
He drifted off as well. With a sense of peace that his mistress was in such bliss. With a sense of fear of what awaited him the next day. But all of it mixed with excitement. It was the weekend, after all. He was all hers until the next week. And this was only Friday night.
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