Upon arriving home, Rachel found him busy finishing up her dishes. It looked like he had successfully vacuumed and tidied up most of the first floor rooms of her house. She kicked off her heels and headed for the couch, her mind swimming with stress after a long day at the office.
“Pet,” she commanded as she collapsed into the cushions.
Eric hurried into the living room and knelt before her.
“Welcome home, Mistress.” He took her left foot in his hands and began to massage her.
Rachel sucked in breath and settled in. Gosh, she would never get tired of having him at her beck and call.
“What else would you like me to do for you, Mistress?”
“Just this, pet,” she said, tiredly. “For now.” She hummed and sighed as he rubbed, switching feet. His hands rubbed up her calves as well. It took a long time for Eric to get good with his hands. He was a passionate learner, however. The day she claimed him and the through the weeks to follow, he was not good at pleasuring her. But his eagerness and his body made Rachel want to keep him. He was a lover, a true worshiper at heart. With enough punishment, and some loving guidance, he whipped *himself* into shape.
Rachel always smiled, thinking of how lucky her pet was. To be able to feel a woman’s feet… legs… to be this close to her body. Every day. Eric was living a man’s dream. He was in a place most men didn’t even know they desired — to be a woman’s servant. She watched him work, his eyes intent on what he was doing. Making sure he kept his tender yet purposeful pressure upon her.
And quickly, Rachel realized she was in a mood to use him completely today. Dealing with frustrating clients and projects… her job paid her handsomely. She was financially free. But she had to put up with so much to keep it that way. She had some stress that couldn’t be relieved with simple worship. But she enjoyed his obedience a little while longer.
Until she commanded that he go up to the bedroom and undress.
She would clear her plans. Spending the rest of the day and night tormenting her slave sounded good to her.
She climbed the stairs to see Eric was already standing in her large bedroom, completely nude. His cock was erect, always so turned on in his Mistress’ presence. After all, she hadn’t let him orgasm in weeks. She grabbed hold of it and drew closer to him. She stood just a bit taller than he did.
“I’m going to torment you so much today,” she said, sweetly. She gripped his cock hard and kissed him softly on the lips. “How does that sound, slave?” She kissed him again.
“Whatever pleases my Mistress,” he said. He trembled a bit, his body so lean and toned. She made sure he worked out every day for her.
Rachel was not an evil Mistress, however. She caressed his hair and looked into his eyes. “Do you have obligations to your studies tonight, pet?” She loved him. She made sure he took care of his own life as much as he took care of her. Eric focused on college when they weren’t together. He worked a part time job. Their Mistress and slave life melted away a bit as they looked into each other’s eyes. And they became Rachel and Eric — the friends who had become even closer through their mutual kinks.
“I’m completely free tonight,” Eric said with a smile. “I’m all yours.”
“Fucking good,” Rachel grinned, kissing him deeply. She pushed him into the bed and straddled his lap, pushing her hips into his cock, sandwiching it between their bodies. Oh, it was so good to fall into him. To have him, always, for whatever she wished. His body drove her mad. His deep love for her made her want to not only love it right back — but to claw at it and bruise it. Dark desires rose up in her. And this bed would be their sanctuary throughout the night.
She noticed Eric’s stomach growled just a bit.
“Have you eaten dinner yet, pet?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Oh, good,” she grinned, looking him in the eyes, holding his face close. “I’ll give you plenty to eat.” Her heart raced. Her breathing became so fast and deep. “I’ll give you so much.”
It was strange to long for something you were already receiving. Eric’s tongue was driving her to heights of excitement she always forgot were possible, but the ache for more intensified over time. Even though she was already receiving it. She had done her work on him, securing him to the bed with handcuffs and she pushed her pussy right into his face. She was still in her tight, black work skirt. Her pussy rubbed into his face, her panties still between them. And his tongue pushed and slid and flicked. She hovered just above, balancing herself on the bed on the balls of her feet, having his tongue tease her as she swung her hips back and forth.
She needed so much more. She couldn’t get enough of the sensation that struck her with using him like this. It was the ultimate form of domination. The ridges and bones of his face pressed into her so good. To feel his tongue work its hardest through her panties. To know that she was suffocating and crushing him was such a delight. She grinned wide as she fucked. Let her voice free to let her deep pleasures rise up and take her over completely.
Rachel stood up, letting him take in some good breaths. She was unleashed, seeing his red, exhausted face. She knelt down, legs over him, feeling like a wild animal in how she would reposition her body and kissed him. Loudly, passionately.
“We’re going to go all night long, slave. Look forward to it.”
Rachel had her tools at the ready. Her flog at her left and her vibrator on the right. She removed her panties, and something about having that single, thin layer out of the way by the time she dropped down and felt his tongue penetrate her made her explode with ecstasy. She grabbed the handle of the flog hard and struck his torso as she rode him. God — every strike made him flinch. Every whack made her heart leap with dark happiness. Yes. This was freedom. Rachel became ruthless. Playfully whipping. Harshly reeling back and leaving red streaks upon his skin.
Every moan or cry he gave into her pussy made her flood and swing her hips even more. She twirled the flog, whipping his erect cock again and again. Giving him breath, she lunged for it and took in its taste. His cock was amazing. One of her favorite toys. She drove her hips down, unable to stop the ache in her pussy, rubbing into his hard frame while she nibbled his manhood, making him writhe and moan.
The idea of doing this for hours made her orgasm, gripping his cock hard and moaning into his skin. She soaked his body. Took in hard breaths. And, soon enough, was ready for more, back where she was, burning and writhing in her own desperate way. Her teeth continued to torment his cock. If she wanted to nibble on his cock for hours on end she could. It would drive him mad. And she would never get enough of it. Rachel continued to hump into his body, feeling so dirty, so powerful, using her teeth on him. Gently biting up and down his shaft. Clenching into the tip. Sucking him as she kept a grip with her teeth. She loved to bite him. She loved the painful pleasure it brought to him.
She moved down and turned to face him, picking up the vibrator along her journey, her face up against the underside of his cock now. He looked down to meet her eyes.
She softened and drew closer, brushing her lips against it. Kissing it. She ran her tongue up and down the underside and sucked it, starting from the base, all the way up to the tip. “Whose cock is this, pet? Tell me.”
Eric was still writhing with pleasure. It pleased her but also frustrated her. She needed his focus on her. His pleasure was at her discretion and he should be grateful.
“Respond when you’re spoken to, male.” She sat up, kneeling and she struck down on his dick with the flog again and again until he apologized.
“That’s better. Now — tell me. Who owns this cock?”
“You do, mistress! It’s yours to do with whatever you want.”
“Tell me more.”
Eric breathed in a shuddering breath as she turned on the vibrator to a low setting and pressed it against the underside of his dick. “You… you could deny me any pleasure at all. You could lock me in chastity forever. But you allow me pleasure.” He was moaning. Struggling not to hump into the vibrations. “Thank you, mistress. Thank you so much.”
“Aw,” she said quietly, setting the vibrator on high and pressing it hard against his balls. “You’re welcome, pet.” She took his cock into her mouth then, deep into her throat. A small gift. He moaned loudly, overcome by the mixture of vibration, enthralled by the warmth, softness and massage of her throat.
And then she released him, wiping her mouth.
“Thank you…” he said, still reeling. “Oh God… Oh wow…”
“Well, we still haven’t fed you properly, have we?” She crawled up his body and hovered over his face, letting her pussy drip down onto him. “Eat up. Eat up, lover…”
Hours later, she was tired and sore, her entire body weak from convulsions and the quakes of orgasm — but she didn’t care. It was late into the night. The sheets were soaked in her. Her eyelids fluttered.
Rachel was seated, reaching up behind, grabbing the headboard for support, rubbing her ass vigorously against his face, lost in the sensation of his nose and tongue entering her again and again. Her feet were planted upon his body, pushing, using every muscle to remain moving.
She pushed her hands into his chest and slammed her hips into him again and again.
Her pussy rubbed in circular motions. It moved back in forth. Side to side. Up and down. She crushed and squeezed and drowned him.
Rachel refused rest. She wanted nothing but the ache and mind numbing heaven of orgasm.
When his mouth needed rest and he had struggles breathing she moved off and used other parts of his body for the pleasures. She rubbed against his arms and his abs. Her pussy tasted nearly every inch of his body. Her clit was crushed by his hardness and she needed more and more of the pressure. She used the vibrator on his cock as she pleasured herself on his body, in a trance at how it would tense and pulsate and move with every touch of the wand.
Eventually, however, as she straddled his throat and was lost in an otherworldly lust of rubbing her clit against his Adam’s apple, her final orgasm hit her like a storm. Sending her into shakes and wails and bringing her to tears from the deep wonder that struck her soul. She fell into his body, wanting to rub into him more, but every touch made her hips buck away. Her nails dug into him and she lost herself as her body flared and came and shook.
When Rachel came to her senses again, she was weak. But in a glorious way. She made her way to him and cuddled up next him without a care in the world for the bed of sweat and come that they rested upon. Eric was breathing so heavily, as was she. She kissed his neck again and again.
“Good boy…” she praised him. “You’re so good… so good… I’ll never let you go. A man like you can’t be released.”
“I’m yours,” Eric said. “I’m all yours.”
Rachel smiled. Resting with this for a while. She was so pleased to hear how ready he was to just give himself to her. But her pet needed to be cared for. He had just taken so much.
“Come on,” she said, reaching up to kiss him. She took the key to his cuffs from the side table and unlocked them.
They showered together. Holding one another and tenderly cleaning each other’s bodies. Afterward she prepared him a meal while he was ordered to change the sheets on the bed. When he was finished, she had him sit with her and eat a full meal with plenty of water as they watched a show together. And finally, at the end of the night, they collapsed into fresh bedding, drifting away, completely spent from the day’s events. She hugged Eric in, close, his face at home, pressed into her chest.
“I love you, pet,” she said quietly. Running her fingers through his hair. Until they both drifted off to sleep.
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