A Slippery Slope, Part 8 [romantic] [bdsm] [femdom] [humiliation] [chastity] [sm] [real] [D/s] [F40/m43]

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She pulled him by the collar, leading him over to the bed where she took a seat on the edge. She slid down her leggings and panties together, pushing her hips forward to put her perfect pussy fully on display. He could not believe how wet she was – her juices must have been flowing even before he came back up to the room. With one finger, she called him near, and as soon as he was close enough, she reached out with both her hands and pulled him in tight – she held his face so tightly against her dripping pussy that he was unable to breathe. The simple combination of her act and his mouth in her clit already has her at the edge, and while the long day had her tired and she wanted to let go, she wanted him inside her even more. As his tongue explored every inch of her pussy, she pushed him away just as quickly as she pulled him in – leaving him kneeling on the floor while she took off her shirt and black bra, and laid her naked body on the bed.

“Get up here and fuck me,” she said in a voice that put what he was to do next in no uncertain terms. “You make me cum, and then I’ll decide if you cum or not – understood.”

There was something about her clear direction that made his cock throb even more than it would normally. As she caught a glimpse of it as he approached the bed, she was actually impressed, although she would never let him know that. As he got on the bed, she rolled over, got on her knees and put her perfect ass in the air. She reached back, ran her hand over herself, covering it in her juices and rubbed herself all over his throbbing cock as she directed it into her pussy. They both felt the electricity as the swollen head of his cock penetrated her from behind, it seemed to be a perfect fit. He thrust hard and grabbed her hips – it made her feel like a cock-hungry whore who wanted nothing more to be filled up by him, and in the moment, she didn’t mind that at all. He caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror wearing nothing but the black leather collar as he fucked, who he would definitely describe as the perfect woman, from behind; and it made him crazy.

“Yes! Fuck me harder! I’m so close,” she cried out as he continued to pump his cock into her. “You feel so perfect inside me, I’m going to. Ohhhhh!!!!!!”

At that moment, she let go completely. There were so many mental factors that made it a mind-blowing orgasm, without even factoring in the perfect, thick eight inches filling her up. As he made sure her orgasm lasted as long as possible, he found himself pushing past the point of no return.

“Oh Mistress Michele, May I? May I,” his cock exploded inside her as he tried to ask permission to cum – there was nothing he could do. To his surprise, she didn’t immediately go into punishing him or humiliating him for not being granted permission for release, instead she pressed herself against him and made sure every drop from him was inside her. As they both came to the end of their pleasure, she pulled away onto her elbows and then rolled herself onto her back. As he kneeled there looking at the smooth transition of his Goddess, he couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that he had dreamed of this situation his entire adult life, and it was now real.

“Clean me, slut,” his daydream was interrupted by her sharp tone as his gaze shifted to her pussy which was clearly dripping with a mix of her juices and his seed. “All of it, clean it all up.”

He knew exactly what her direction meant, and he didn’t hesitate for a moment in putting his mouth on her, using his tongue and lips to gather any of the mess he could and swallowing it all. She was even impressed by the passion with which he completed the task.

“Such a good little slut. Not only will I not punish you for your multiple fuck ups tonight,” she slid three fingers under his black leather collar and pulled his body on top of hers. “I had planned to have you sleep on the floor, but I’m going to allow you to share the bed with me tonight.”

They were both exhausted. She rolled over and stuck out her ass, he was completely mesmerized with her naked body. He slid in behind her as a lover would and put his arms around her, pulling her close. His now only semi-hard cock laid perfectly against the outside of her only-slightly-swollen clit. He kissed her neck and traced a path down her spine before putting himself in a position to sleep. Without another word, the two of them drifted off into a deep sleep.

As he stirred awake, he first noticed the bright light filtering through the curtains, secondly he noticed he was completely alone in the bed. He immediately started wondering if any of it really happened or was it all a dream. His glow immediately turned to panic as he looked around the room searching for any sign that everything he remembered really happened, and as he did, he heard the bathroom door open, and he saw her walk out.

“You sleep hard,” she openly chuckled at her word choice as she walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed. “I had planned a training session for this morning, but the way you were passed out, I decided to let you build some extra energy and do it tomorrow.”

She was dressed in a much more casual way, but it was no less sexy. Black stretch pants with black leather patches down the entire front, a grey and white striped sweater with a white t-shirt underneath and chunky, black leather, heeled shoes with no socks. There was always something about that look and that little bit of exposed ankle showing that drove him absolutely wild, but there was no way she could have known that, it was obviously just a coincidence that she chose that outfit.

“I’ve laid out clothes for you. We’re meeting some friends for brunch in 45 minutes,” he sat up and pulled the covers over his lower half as she continued to speak. “They are a lesbian couple who both work at my firm. They knew about the plan for last night and wanted to be the first to celebrate us.”

He went into the bathroom and changed into the outfit she had hung in there. It was the perfect compliment to what she was wearing. She had definitely put thought into all her choices. When he dressed and saw himself in the mirror next to her, they were the portrait of a New York power couple headed to a casual weekend brunch. As they prepared to leave, she paused, kissed him on the lips and turned back towards the room.

“I almost forgot these,” she said as she walked over and picked up the three file folders off the desk. “They were also the ones who helped me put these together and will be filing them on our behalf – can’t leave those behind.”

He swallowed hard as he remembered the words of those documents and what they represented, he couldn’t believe he signed them without protest. He then looked at her as she walked toward him with the folders in hand and he only wished he’d done it sooner.

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