Alison fumbled with the lock as she struggled with the weight of the bag she had hooked onto her arm that was full of paperwork. She hadn’t managed to finish all of her filings, so when she saw it was 5 o’clock she had shoved the pile into a bag and brought it with her. She cursed under her breath as she felt her arm get tired and her key refusing to enter the keyhole. She was only able to open the door when she put the bag down and tried again.
She sighed as the door finally swung open and allowed her into the apartment. Putting her keys back in her jacket pocket, she reached down to pick up the bag and stepped inside.
“Hey hun.” She heard Nick call out to her from the living room.
She didn’t reply as she put the bag against the wall and dropped her purse down next to it. Then she kicked off her high heels and walked down the hallway into the living room.
Nick was sitting on the couch, one leg under him, and reading a book. He was wearing his favourite jeans and a black shirt. No socks though, like normal. For some reason, he didn’t like wearing things on his feet. He often said he’d walk around outside barefoot if at all possible. He looked up as Alison walked in and smiled at her.
“How was work?” he started, “I’ve taken the meat out of the freezer…”
“Get on your back, boy,” she commanded as she picked up a pillow from one of the dining room chairs and dropped it on the ground.
Nick blushed red, put the book down on the couch next to him and stood up.
“Yes, mistress,” he said softly, then kept his head down as he walked over and obediently sat down on the pillow, before laying down on his back on the hardwood floor.
Alison had turned away from him as he did, her usual move to create the distance she wanted. She was too good to even look at him.
As the boy laid down behind her, she pulled up the rim of her skirt. Normally it reached down to her knees as part of the dress code at the office, but now she needed it to be around her hips. The skirt was part of her business attire, together with a blazer.
They were both a deep blue, while she was wearing a white buttoned shirt underneath the jacket. Incidentally, it was also Nick’s favourite playtime outfit for her. Not that she would ever admit she wore it to please him. At least, not during playtime.
She turned around and looked down her nose at the man lying flat on the floor. His hips were angled up slightly as he was laying on the pillow. He had put his arms next to his body and kept his eyes on the ceiling, with his head still pressed against the ground.
Alison took the few steps for her to walk over and put one foot on either side of his head, then knelt down, facing away from his body. With one hand she reached down and pulled her white panties to the side. With the other, she grabbed his hair in her fist.
As she lowered herself further down, she made sure her pussy was right above his mouth. With a jerk on his hair, she forced his head up the last few inches.
“Eat it,” she said, her voice demanding.
There was no question, no plea. It was an order and her boy would do what he was told. Immediately, she felt his hot, wet tongue on her lips, starting at the bottom and running up. She grabbed his hair in her fist even tighter, pulled his head closer against her and lowered herself fully on his face.
Alison allowed herself to moan as she felt him lap at her pussy, alternating short licks and longer strokes with his tongue. She couldn’t help but start to grind her hips back and forth, eager to feel him all over.
The boy responded by holding out his tongue and keeping it still, allowing her to decide where it went and what it touched.
She let go of her panties, now unable to move back into their original position thanks to the boy’s face in her crotch, and put her free hand next to the other one on his head.
With both of her hands on his head, she grabbed hold of his hair and started to hump his face. Her knees ached from being pressed on the hardwood floor but she ignored it. Instead, she rolled her hips back and forth, humping into his willing mouth. She sighed as she closed her eyes and arched her back. Her hands still gripped his hair but she relaxed her pull somewhat, feeling how the boy kept his head in the right position.
She continued moving her hips back and forth, eager to feel his tongue everywhere. His nose bumped against her clit when she moved up, then fell it brush against the small landing strip she allowed herself to have as she pushed her hips down. She felt his hot breath against her as Alison pressed her thick thighs against his ears. She looked down while the boy was staring at her lower stomach.
“Good boy,” she cooed, pursing her lips.
Her pussy was nice and wet now, not just from his tongue, and she felt how it became easier to grind herself back and forth. It wasn’t just the feeling itself that was getting to her. The control she had over him was intoxicating, the way she was able to command him to do whatever she wanted was probably even more of the appeal. She felt her heart race as the muscles in her abdomen tensed and she knew the first orgasm was close.
Alison leaned forward, grabbed a stronger hold of the boy’s hair again and made sure he was pressed up as close to her as he could be. The sensation of his tongue running up and down while his nose brushed against her was exquisite. She let out another moan, deeper this time, and picked up the pace. The pressure in her abdomen grew stronger as she kept humping into his face. She felt beads of sweat start to coalesce on her forehead and her chest, the glow in her stomach growing.
“Ah fuck.. Keep licking boy. Keep doing that,” she groaned, her mouth open, her tongue hanging out as she ground into his face like an animal.
He obeyed, of course, and as she hunched further forward while her orgasm shot through her, she looked at the top of his head sticking out from between her legs. He had closed his eyes and devoted himself to the task.
Alison came hard, her muscles tensing up and pressing herself as tightly against his face as she could. Her entire body shuddered from the intensity.
She held her breath as the explosion of release filled her stomach, then radiated outward and spread through her entire body. The feeling of bliss set her thoughts on fire as she held her eyes closed tightly and she stopped grinding her hips. Instead, she focused on the way her orgasm ripped through her. The boy didn’t stop using his mouth, his tongue eagerly continuing to taste her sex.
Finally, Alison’s body relaxed at the orgasm faded almost as quickly as it set on. She let go of his hair and rested her hands on the floor in front of her, still having her pussy pressed down on his face.
“Good boy,” she purred, panting as she tried to recover from her release.
He didn’t react other than moving his head back and forth on his own now, in the little room she permitted him between the floor and her pussy. His tongue ran all the way down to her ass before he lapped up towards her clit.
She smirked as her chest heaved from the orgasm that had rippled through her, still trying to catch her breath. She could feel his intense excitement even as the only part of him that was touching her was his face. Alison straightened herself and stretched her arms above her head, groaning contently.
The orgasm had been exactly what she needed to release the initial pressure, but she wasn’t done yet. She made herself comfortable sitting upright, resting her hands on her thighs and allowing her full weight to settle on the boy’s head.
She knew he could still breathe, even if it might be a bit uncomfortable. She had discovered his proclivity for this position when they first started their adventure into BDSM, and it had stayed a favourite ever since. It wasn’t just pleasurable for her, he would often admit to her afterwards that it was the hottest thing she’d do to him. As such, she felt in no hurry to move to the next phase, even as she already knew what was going to happen.
Alison ran one of her hands between her legs and touched her clit while the boy licked a little lower. Lazily, she drew circles around the nub with her fingers, alternating the pressure. She didn’t look down now, not only because her sizeable bust would prevent her from seeing the boy between her legs anyway. Another element of their relationship she savoured. He was absolutely infatuated with her breasts, spending hours licking, kissing and sucking on them if only she allowed him. As a rule, she wouldn’t let him touch them unless he had been especially good. Often, she would even keep her shirt or bra on during sex on purpose.
This was perhaps her biggest secret, as it punished her as much as it punished him. She went crazy when he played with her tits. They weren’t just extremely sensitive, the boy also knew exactly how to pleasure them. But as part of their game, their power play, she kept this secret. It would ruin the illusion of control if she ever admitted she liked it as much as him. Alison always had to make it appear like she was doing the boy a favour, like she was simply rewarding him.
She moaned as she felt his tongue push up inside her, spreading her slightly. She felt his eagerness. In response, she smiled and moaned as she closed her eyes.
“Hmm… good boy,” she said and she moved her hand from her clit to his head, running her fingers through his hair. This time she didn’t grab onto it but took a few moments to enjoy the control she had over him. Her other hand moved from her thigh up to her chest, running it from underneath her breast upward until she felt her fingers caress her nipple through her clothes. Her body shuddered at the touch.
For a moment she kept her hands where they were, one on the top of his head, the other on her breast. Then she slowly opened her eyes and stood up.
“Stay,” she said simply without looking down at the boy. She took two steps away from his head and reached down to grab the elastic of her panties. With a jiggle of her hips she pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them, dropping them on the table. Even pulled to the side they still got in the way, and this felt a lot more comfortable.
She turned around and observed the sight of the boy in front of her. Alison furrowed her brow as she let her eyes slowly slide down his body.
He was still in the same position as he had been, his arms next to his sides, his legs stretched out. The pillow under his hips kept the hard floor from being too uncomfortable, even though she knew he would never complain. There was a sheen on his face now. He kept his eyes straight up to the ceiling, not even looking for her face. He knew better.
“Open your belt,” she said as she folded her arms in front of her.
She kept her chin up as she felt it was part of her personality, always looking down on him even though he was almost half a foot taller than her. It was also why his posture changed when they played, hunching his shoulders forward and keeping his head low. In a way, it was all a dance the two of them had perfected together.
“Yes, mistress,” he whispered, his voice meek.
Without moving any other part of his body, his hands reached down to his belt, unbuckled it and moved the buckle and clasp away from each other. Then he put his hands next to his side.
“Unbutton and unzip,” she commanded.
“Yes mistress,” he said again, almost automatically.
She walked forward and stood next to him, facing towards his hips. She felt his eyes dart to the side, looking at her with her skirt hiked up to her hips and without her panties on. In her mind’s eye, she imagined what he was seeing, her plump ass sticking out from under her skirt, her smooth holes between her thick thighs. She smirked to herself.
“Don’t you dare look, boy,” she said sternly, her voice suddenly sharp and loud. She didn’t even move her head to check.
Alison watched as his hands that had been unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his zipper down paused for only a moment before continuing. She savoured these moments, where she knew him better than he knew himself, making it seem like she could read his mind. Her control over him was complete, and nothing turned either of them on more. He finished his task, but before he could move his hands back to their original position she gave her next command.
“Get your cock out.” Her eyes never left his lap, watching with cold detachment as he wiggled his hips slightly, trying to keep himself laying flat on the floor as he pushed the jeans down.
He wasn’t wearing boxers, something he only did occasionally but what worked out well for him this time. With his jeans a few inches lower, he reached in and pulled himself out, laying his cock on his stomach. It was hard, of course, and looked deliciously tender and sensitive.
Alison gave a theatrical sigh and stepped to stand back over his face, one foot on either side of him. She put her hands on her hips as she felt his eyes bore up at her.
“What a little pervert you are,” she said with her best teacher voice, “Getting all excited from servicing your mistress.”
Again, she lowered herself but this time she didn’t kneel but squat down on his face. This time, she smothered him with her ass, feeling how his face perfectly fit between her cheeks. His nose pressed against her asshole, his mouth touching her pussy.
The squat let her perfectly decide how much pressure she wanted to put on him and subsequently if she wanted him to be able to breathe. The question of whether or not the boy liked it was answered by his cock, which flexed and swelled instantly.
“What am I going to do with you?” she wondered loudly.
Alison put one hand on his stomach to steady herself, feeling how his heart was racing through his shirt. With her other hand, she reached down and traced a finger up the shaft of his cock.
She pulled her hand away.
“I said, what am I going to do with you?” she repeated, looking down over her shoulder behind her.
All she could see was the very top of his head, the rest of it buried in her ass. To amplify her statement, she flexed her legs and lightly bounced herself up and down on his face.
“Lick, boy,” she ordered, and he instantly responded by sticking his tongue out once more and tasting her.
She pushed her hips forward slightly until she felt his tongue on her ass. She had been soaking wet for a good while now, but he just made it worse.
“Ah yeah, that’s it. Lick your mistress’ asshole. Get it good and wet.” Alison usually kept the dirty talk to a minimum, at least when it was about things he was doing to her, but she wanted to get him as aroused as she could.
It wasn’t as fun when he wasn’t begging to cum. She shifted her weight ever so slightly, letting the boy suck in some fresh oxygen before she planted her fat ass back on him.
As the boy serviced her hole, she turned her attention back at his cock. It twitched and throbbed, jumping when he flexed his perineum. His foreskin was still covering half of the head, which was a dark red.
Alison reached down, grabbed his cock in her hand and held it upright. The boy’s dick was slick with precum already and as she pushed her fist down she pulled his foreskin down with it, exposing the head. Alison half-closed her eyes for a moment as she felt a wave of pleasure run up her spine, caused by the boy starting to fuck her ass with the tip of his tongue.
“Who said you could enter me?” She corrected him nonetheless, her voice the usual mix of loud and demanding.
This wasn’t so much about getting her needs met as it was about him listening to her.
He stopped immediately, going back to licking, but he had to be punished. Luckily, it was exactly what Alison had been hoping for. It wouldn’t have mattered what he did, eventually, he would do something she hadn’t told him to do. The punishment was guaranteed.
Without warning, she started to pump her fist up and down his cock. Her strokes were strong and fast, doing it exactly like she know he did. His body shuddered as she suddenly started and she felt how he moaned underneath her.
“The little pervert is getting way too excited. I see what the problem is. You want to shoot your dirty cum everywhere and it makes you have ideas.”
She smirked as she kept up the hard pump, looking intently at his cock.
Alison knew exactly what to watch for. The flare of his cock head, the shift in colour, his balls contracting. He would clench his fists every time he came from her jerking him off. It allowed her to stop exactly when she meant to. The boy was close, but he wasn’t quite there yet.
“Keep licking your mistress’ asshole, boy,” she ordered him loudly, keeping her eyes on his cock.
If she made him cum now it’d ruin the main event.
Almost. She increased the pace. His tongue caressed her hole in between his gasps and moans. He tensed the muscles in his stomach, trying not to let her push him closer to an orgasm. Alison wasn’t sure if he was dreading her interruption he knew was coming or her punishment if he came without her permission. She smiled at the thought of her boy fighting his own body so as not to disappoint her. For a split second, she thought about letting him cum as a reward instead.
She stopped her handjob right when he balled his fists. No, she was going to make it hard for him. With her fingers wrapped expertly around the base she squeezed hard. The boy groaned under her ass, his body tensing. She watched how his cock jerked and twitched as if he was cumming but without the release. Precum pooled out of him, but nothing else. Alison grinned at the sight of her own handiwork. Perfectly timed, as always.
Her hand stayed tightly wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing it so hard his dick turned a dark red. She made sure her thumb kept the pressure on the front, not allowing any cum to get out. She leaned forward, dropping on her knees and laying down on his chest, sliding her other hand from his stomach down to his thigh.
“So horny,” she sighed, “Such a dirty pervert.” By laying down her ass had lifted slightly in the air.
The boy took a few deep breaths but stayed still.
Alison made sure to scoot back a little so she could feel his breath on her pussy.
“Suck my clit, boy,” she ordered him.
He complied eagerly, wrapping his mouth around the flesh as best he could.
As he did what he was told, she turned her attention back to his cock. It was right in front of her, bloated and obscene. She eased the pressure of her hand around the base as she felt his dick stop struggling to orgasm. Although the colour returned to normal, he stayed as hard as he had been.
With her free hand, she flicked the top of the shaft where the foreskin attached to his dick. It was an old trick she had learned nurses used when their patients got excited, not necessarily intentionally. Alison’s goal wasn’t for him to go limp, however. She wanted to play up the punishment before she moved on to the next phase.
“Such. A. Dirty. Boy.,” she said cheerfully, flicking his cock with every word.
She felt the pressure on her clit increase, the boy sucking harder as she played with his dick. She slid her feet under his head, forcing it up and pressing it against her ass. His nose pressed against her pussy. The idea of him looking at her asshole while he was pleasuring her turned her on even more.
Alison stopped flicking her finger against his cock and instead started pumping the fist that was wrapped around the base again. She started off slow, sometimes having her breathing catch in her throat or closing her eyes when a blissful wave of pleasure ran up from her clit.
He was good. He was really, really good. It was moments like these, where he was fully under her control, that he let go of his inhibitions. Where he would normally let himself get distracted or tired, as her boy he was always giving it everything he got.
Her clit started throbbing as she felt his tongue circle around it, the pressure from his mouth feeling like it was isolating the sensations coming from there. She whispered ‘oh fuck’ as she closed her eyes and rested her forehead on his stomach. Alison hooked her feet even tighter under his head and let him continue. The hand she had wrapped around his cock stopped moving as she simply let herself get pleasured.
The second orgasm built up a lot quicker than the first. She shuddered for a moment, then sat up straight. The hand that wasn’t on his cock reached back, grabbed his hair again and pulled on it. She shifted her weight, made sure his face was buried in her ass, and let herself get taken by her orgasm. Alison moaned hard, feeling how goosebumps covered her body, shivering from the release that shot up her back and exploded in her brain. Her pussy felt like it was radiating heat as the boy never stopped sucking on her clit.
Her muscles tensed up and she kept pulling on his hair, keeping it in a vice grip between her hand, her ass and her feet she had slid under his head. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew he would have to breathe soon but his mistress needed to enjoy her entire orgasm first. The boy kept his hands at his side.
Her back arched and she leaned backwards, putting more pressure on his head. She ran her other hand up her body and put it on her chest, searching for her nipples through her clothes. Even though she couldn’t grab them, she felt how her rubbing made them harder. Her body shook from the intensity, her muscles flexing all at the same time. She imagined what she looked like and in the chaos of her orgasming mind, she promised herself she would film this next time.
As she finally relaxed and felt the drop-off that signified the end of her orgasm, she released the tension in her body. Her hand slid off his hair, she pulled her feet away and she leaned forward. Alison heard the boy gasp for air, breathing in much harder this time. She worried she might have taken a bit of a risk there, but glancing down she saw his cock was seemingly even harder now.
“Bad boy,” she panted, leaning forward as she heaved for air. “You’re much too excited. We have to do something about that,” Alison said, her words pushed out in waves as she breathed hard.
“Yes, mistress,” the boy said behind her, also breathing hard but his voice soft.
Alison took a few seconds to get her strength back, then stood up and stepped away from him.
“Get up boy,” she said, her back turned towards him.
“Yes, mistress,” he replied, his voice meek as she heard him stand up.
“Grab my panties.” She nodded at the underwear she had put on the table earlier.
The boy gave his usual confirmation, then walked the few steps to the table with his shoulders hunched and his head low. He knew always to avoid eye contact. Alison was closer to the table, but that wasn’t the point.
As he walked over she turned to face him and waited for him to grab the panties and step back in front of her. Even now he was still clearly taller than her, but she felt like she was towering over him. He held her underwear carefully in both hands, presenting it to her in cupped hands.
“What do you want me to do with it?” she said.
She raised one knee so her foot dangled a little in the air.
Immediately, he dropped on the ground, unfurled the clothing and carefully guided it around her foot.
Alison lowered her knee to put her feet back on the ground, then repeated the gesture with her other. Again, the boy gently looped it around her ankle. As she put her foot back on the ground, he slowly pulled her panties up her legs, his eyes aimed intently forward. She smirked as she looked down at him, seeing how his cock still stood at attention.
Eventually, he reached her hips and stood up, keeping himself from looking at her face as he pulled her underwear up the last few inches to her hips. He pulled his hands away and started to step back when she stopped him.
“Now the skirt,” she said, sounding annoyed.
It was part of the game, where he wasn’t allowed to do anything without her permission while simultaneously made to feel stupid for not doing things on his own. It was a dance that pivoted on her trying to get him to slip up, and the boy making sure he didn’t.
He took a step forward again, knelt back down and this time carefully grabbed the rim of her skirt she had pulled up to her hips before. He tugged on it gently, causing the fabric to easily slip down her thighs. With delicate movements, he straightened out her skirt as it hung back down to her knees.
Again, he rose to his feet. Before he could take his step back, Alison reached forward and grabbed his chin. The boy froze as she pushed his chin up, his eyes darting down. His mistress looked at him with disdain.
“Look at that mess on your face. You’re a disgrace, boy,” she said, relishing in the fact it was her mess.
With a slight flick of her wrist she pushed his chin away as if she was disgusted, and the boy immediately dropped his chin down to his chest, keeping his head low.
“Yes, mistress,” he whispered, his hands now clasped together in front of his erection.
This time it was Alison who took a step back as she looked down at his cock.
“Are you trying to hide your filthy dick?” she asked loudly in her usual angry voice.
The boy shook his head and quickly moved his hands back to his sides.
“Do you think I don’t know you’re getting off on being a filthy little pervert?” she continued.
Again he shook his head.
“I can’t hear you boy,” she growled.
“No mistress,” he answered immediately.
For the first time today, she heard the uncertainty in his voice. She smiled to herself. Up until now, it had been a pretty standard session, but he hadn’t expected to make such a basic mistake.
She shook her head.
“Filthy little pervert. Getting turned on from licking your mistress’ holes, then forgetting to never shake your head at me,”
It seemed like the boy cowered in front of her, hunching down a bit more.
“It’s all that filthy cum that’s making you misbehave.”
She felt the slight smirk on her lips and was glad he couldn’t see it.
“I know exactly what to do with you,” she said as she briskly walked past him. “Follow,” she commanded, without looking back.
Alison paced to the bathroom, opened the door and stepped inside. She turned around, held the door open by the handle and gestured with her head for him to come in as well.
Quietly, with his hands kept to his sides and his head down, he stepped into the room.
Alison shut the door behind him.
“Take your clothes off,” she ordered the boy, crossing her arms in front of her, “And hurry up, I don’t have all day.”
The boy whispered his confirmation, then quickly pulled his shirt off over his head and pushed his jeans down his legs. While he stepped out of them, Alison could see his erection throbbed.
As he stood there naked and vulnerable, Alison walked to the bathtub and turned on the water, switching the faucet to the showerhead. The water poured down and with one hand she made sure it reached the right temperature. Occasionally, she would give him a cold shower to cool him off, but that wasn’t what she had in mind today. This time, the water was nice and warm.
She stepped back, folded her arms in front of her again and nodded her head towards the running water.
“Get in.”
The boy answered quietly, then stepped into the bathtub and under the shower. Obediently, he stayed in the same pose as the water ran down his body.
Alison looked at him for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of his naked form as the shower soaked him.
His cock was still as hard as it had been from the start, throbbing in pace with his heartbeat.
Eventually, she turned away, grabbed a clean washcloth from the clothing rack and held it under the running water next to him. When the piece of fabric was soaked, she grabbed the bar of soap that was laying in the little metal basket attached to the wall above the bath. She rubbed it on the washcloth until it was covered in suds, then put the soap back. Alison slid her hand into the washcloth, then grabbed his chin with her other hand and tilted his face up.
“Eyes closed,” she said in her commanding voice and the boy shut his eyes tightly, as well as pressing his lips together.
Alison put the washcloth on his face and moved her hand up and down, causing the soap to get spread across his features. She washed both sides of his cheeks, his ears, his chin, then moved her hand up and down the centre of his face twice.
“Rinse,” she said, and she lowered her arm as she waited.
The boy leaned back slightly so the water started running down his face, washing off the suds.
When his face was clear of soap, he leaned forward again and waited, his mouth parted slightly but his eyes still closed.
Alison kept a stern look on her face nonetheless, starting to wash the rest of his body.
“Such a dirty boy,” she said, as she moved her hand over his broad shoulders.
He wasn’t particularly muscular but he had a good physique, except for his growing stomach. If she wanted to she could make him exercise every day but neither of them had discussed that sort of relationship.
The idea of having him be a full-time boy had crossed her mind. The downside was that the entire burden of running the household would fall on her, and this was supposed to be a way for both of them to unwind. Having to order him to do anything, awarding or punishing his behaviour and more importantly, never having them be themselves actually felt kind of scary to her.
Instead, she focused on her process. She wasn’t in the greatest shape of her life either so it felt somewhat hypocritical to chastise him for his weight. Alison felt comfortable with how she looked, especially when she was with him, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t work on her appearance a little more. She loved her curves but they had their limits.
She pushed the thoughts away. This was supposed to be play-time, where the whole point was that she didn’t worry about anything else. She looked at her hand as she moved the washcloth across his hairy chest, down to his stomach. She wouldn’t bend down even when he had his eyes closed, which meant she could only reach halfway down his thighs. Alison purposefully avoided touching his erection, instead moving the washcloth to the inside of his thighs, scrubbing them while only allowing the side of her hand to occasionally brush against his balls.
“Turn around.” was her next command, and the boy obeyed while softly confirming the order.
He faced away from her, the water running down his face and chest now. She repeated the process, starting at his shoulders and working her way down. This time, she let her hand reach around to the front when she was done and grabbed his cock, wrapping the washcloth around the shaft. He shuddered as she stroked it up and down.
“I think I know the problem,” she said with a low voice, “My boy has a big dirty load of cum in his balls that’s making him a disobedient little pervert.” She sighed. “And I suppose it’s up to his mistress to solve it.”
She kept stroking his cock, making sure not to move her hand too fast.
“Mistress will have to milk that cum out of him so he stops being such a pest.”
The boy didn’t respond, his face still getting rained down by the water, but she felt his body shudder.
“Turn around,” she said, as she simultaneously let go of his cock and stepped away from the tub.
With her other hand she pulled the washcloth off and as the boy turned around, she dropped it in the sink. She sighed again.
“I can’t believe you’re forcing me to do this,” she said as she shook her head and stepped into the tub.
She felt the warm water run over her bare toes before it disappeared down the drain.
“A proper boy wouldn’t need his mistress to milk his dirty cock so he would behave.”
The boy didn’t respond, keeping his head down and his arms to his sides.
Nonetheless, Alison saw how his cock seemed to jump as she spoke. She grabbed his lower arm and pulled it towards her.
He stepped closer to her, out from under the spray of water. Then she put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him with his back against the cold wall tiles. A smile played across her lips as she noticed how he shivered.
“This isn’t fun for me, so it isn’t going to be fun for you, do you understand?” she said, keeping her hand on his shoulder while the other grabbed his cock.
The boy nodded and meekly answered, “Yes mistress.” as she started pumping her fist around his erection.
“Mistress has to make sure to milk every drop of cum out of you so you can start to behave.”
Alison inched forward, making sure her face was close to his. She looked at him from the side, seeing how his eyes were almost closed with how far he was staring down. Luckily for him, that meant he got to enjoy the sight of his mistress pumping his cock.
She made sure to keep the pace steady and the movement fast. The idea of milking her boy like a cow, removing the usual context of intimacy and pleasure, was what made her wet. The boy was not getting masturbated. He wasn’t even getting punished. He was getting emptied, made to unload his balls without his say so that his horniness wasn’t interfering with his ability to be a good boy.
She looked down his body at her hand, soft and warm, wrapped around his cock. She pumped his shaft hard and fast, repeating the motion over and over, making sure that her hand slammed from the head down to his balls and back again. It wasn’t the most efficient way to get a man to cum but that wasn’t the point. If she did it long enough, his body would betray him and he would be forced to shoot his load in front of her.
The act itself was inherently humiliating, especially as she chastised him while she did it. But she had chosen the shower for a reason.
He was naked, wet and getting cold, while she was fully dressed, warm and comfortable. It caused her to have a smirk on her face.
“I can feel it,” she bit at him, “I can feel how your cum wants to pump itself out of your cock.”
He blushed and his body shuddered.
“I bet you would love to pump it inside your mistress. Sully my perfect holes with your dirty cum.”
She put her hand high up on his neck, right under his jaw. She pushed one knuckle against one side of his throat, her thumb on the other side. The pressure was there, but not enough to block the blood flow. She didn’t want him to pass out, just to have the feeling of going dizzy. Here too she knew exactly how to manipulate his body to get the response she wanted.
He moaned. A soft, high moan that pushed out from between his lips as he closed his eyes.
Alison grinned.
“See?” she said, jumping on the chance. “My boy is a little pervert that wants to fill his mistress with dirty cum from his cock.”
Her hand kept relentlessly beating him off, her iron grip never slacking. She moved her arm slightly, tilting his cock upward a bit more so she could more easily make a vertical pumping motion.
“I can’t believe you think you would ever get to empty your full balls deep inside your mistress’ perfect cunt.”
He groaned, this time sounding actually hurt.
“I’m sorry mistress,” he sighed, keeping his eyes closed but arching his head backwards.
Alison kept her hand on his throat and squeezed a little tighter.
He was close now, his cock starting to spasm.
“That’s why I need to make sure your balls are empty. I’m going to milk you until there’s not a drop left inside you. Cum for me you dirty slut. Show me what you would have pumped in my hole.” She bit the last few words at him.
Right now, she wished she could let him fill her up but it was not the time.
The boy balled his fists and gritted his teeth as Alison aimed his cock forward and continued beating him off.
“Look at me,” she whispered, her voice still commanding but allowing it to sound soft.
He obeyed immediately, his eyes darting up and staring closely into her eyes.
Alison made sure not to blink as he stared back at her.
The orgasm hit him like he got shot, his body tensing up all at once, his back arching against the wall. He tried to keep looking at Alison but involuntarily had to close his eyes as a huge pulse of cum shot out of him. He groaned, hard and deep, while Alison felt the devilish grin on her lips as she looked at how his cock continued shooting out thick long strands of cum. They easily cleared the bathtub and landed on the tiles next to the bath, leaving long lines of white seed on the floor.
She kept up her pump, never slowing down or speeding up. She simply milked him, doing what she had to to make sure he emptied his balls.
His body shuddered and his form relaxed but still, she continued. It was something she learned years ago too, how a man’s cock was so sensitive after an orgasm that continuing the motion could feel extremely painful. It was entirely harmless, but often so excruciating it could incapacitate the man.
Alison didn’t do it often so as not to make it predictable, but she had known she was going to do this even before she walked into the apartment. As the boy panted and relaxed his fists, she kept relentlessly pumping her hand up and down his shaft. At first, he tried to take it, trembling under her hands. He groaned, then grunted. As disciplined as he was, even he couldn’t fight back the pain for long. She felt him buckle under her hand, trying to crouch down and turn away to get her to stop. Still, he didn’t say anything.
She didn’t let go of his cock but did stop pumping, feeling like he had gotten the message.
Immediately, he straightened himself and sighed, “I’m sorry mistress”.
She released the pressure on his throat and put her hand on his chest.
“I hope from now on my boy will be a good listener,” she said, again with her teacher’s voice.
The boy nodded.
“Yes mistress. Thank you mistress.”
Finally, she let go of his cock. She ran her hand under his shaft and slid it down to his balls.
“I bet these feel a lot better now,” she said sweetly as she gently grabbed them in her hand.
The boy nodded, his eyes still closed.
“Yes mistress. Thank you mistress.”
Alison smiled, then pulled her hands away from him and turned to step out of the bathtub. She made sure to avoid the cum on the ground as she dried off her feet.
“You can rinse off, clean up and join me on the couch,” she said coolly before she walked out of the bathroom.
It was the unofficial sign that playtime was over. She walked back to the living room, picked up the pillow he had been laying on and put it back on the chair. After that, she sat down on the couch. While she waited, she grabbed the book he had been reading and skimmed through the summary on the back.
It was a science fiction novel, not likely something she’d enjoy. Alison leaned forward and put the book on the coffee table, then leaned back and crossed her legs. It had been the first time today she had some time to relax.
A few minutes later, Nick walked into the room, having put his shirt and jeans back on. His hair was still damp, standing up in every direction. He smiled at her, ran his hand across her cheek as he passed in front of her. Without a word, he got on the couch next to her and laid down, putting his head on her lap. She stroked his hair with one hand, resting the other on his arm.
“Everything okay?” she asked, her voice soft.
He nodded.
“So, rough day at work?”
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