Claimed | Part 2 [Femdom] [Edging] [Sadism] [No Sex] [Teasing] [Masturbation]

The next day, I was at her apartment at five just as she requested. She must not have been expecting anyone else because when she opened the door she was dressed in the most gorgeous lingerie I had ever seen. I looked her up and down. Her bra and panties a deep black. Fitting her so well. The rest of the straps and stockings were just as dark and made her look dangerous in the most amazing way.

My Mistress was in her late thirties and her body was incredible. Of pure mature beauty. The night she approached me in that bar, the night she claimed me, I knew deep down she was desperate to have a guy like me. I knew exactly what I had that older women wanted. I was in my twenties, took good care of my body and was eager to pleasure women. Though, before I met her, I had no idea I was into this sort of lifestyle.

She yanked me inside and slammed the door shut.

“Welcome back,” she said, sauntering over to me. “On your knees.”

I did as I was told.

“Did you miss me?” She stood real close and moved one leg closer. I took it and hugged into it.

“I did, Mistress. It’s so good to feel your body again.”

She clearly enjoyed how much I craved her body. Her legs covered in these stockings were too much for me to handle. I was already as hard as I could get. Though, somehow, I knew she wouldn’t let me pleasure myself on her in any other way but of my enjoyment of being near her.

“My afternoon is completely cleared,” she said. I looked up at her. She held her fingers beneath her chin and grinned down at me. “I have so much planned for you.”

 

My Mistress spent a long time rubbing herself upon me. Still clothed in my jeans and shirt, she straddled me on her bed, enjoying my mouth with hers. We made out for a long time, her moans and coos so sweet. She demanded that I feel her body as we kissed and I happily did so, feeling her legs. Squeezing her ass. And then she commanded me to stop.

“Make fists and hold them together, down over your crotch.”

As soon as I did so the warmth of her pussy pressed down into them and she shuddered. She moved on top, digging into my fingers, my knuckles, circling her hips as our tongues tasted each other’s mouths. She twisted my ears as she stuck her tongue in deep… tugged on my hair… the way she wanted to give me pain while I gave her pleasure was so exciting. She was such a passionately cruel Mistress. How fast her heart raced to the idea of having me as her plaything, her relief of all stresses and a canvas for her desires left me reeling in a sea of bliss. She was moaning now, pressing her cheek into mine, continuing to grind on my hands. Her panties were so soft. She was becoming damp. My hands buried beneath her hips was so wonderful.

 

When we were done, she dragged me into the bathroom and made me undress. She retrieved her vibrator and stood before me, dangling it, eyeing me as I got naked.

“Turn on the shower,” she said. “Cold.”

I swallowed. Then did so. When I turned around she pulled me close and pressed the vibrator up into my balls. I gasped and she turned it onto its highest setting.

“Oh my God, I love your body,” she growled. To my surprise, she knelt down and grabbed my cock, moving the vibrator beneath my balls — beneath my shaft — sliding it back and forth just like that.

“M-Mistress,” I groaned.

“You haven’t orgasmed since our last meeting, have you?”

“N-no, Mistress. No, I haven’t.”

“Oh, wonderful,” she grinned. She kept a firm grip of it and held the vibrator at the tip, smiling wide up at me. “You tell me if you feel like you’re going to orgasm, pet.”

I stared down at her, eyeing my manhood intently. She was grinning so wide, her eyes so soft and mesmerized. “Oh, I love tormenting you! Oh, I love it so much!”

I felt my pleasure rising more and more. I didn’t want it to end. Cumming, just like this, onto her would be so… incredible… But I resisted. I told her.

“Mistress, if you keep going I’m going to —”

She pulled away and stepped back. My hips were shaking. I moaned. She laughed and held her hands together. “That was so adorable! Mmmm, yeah I don’t want you to orgasm. Not without my permission to do so.” She stepped closer. “The water should help that cock calm down a bit. Step in.”

I looked back at the water and slowly climbed inside. She left the room for a moment. When she returned she had the flog in hand and she sat down on the toilet, facing me, legs spread. I was still easing myself into the water. It was ice cold.

My Mistress flicked her fingers across her panties, pushed them into her pussy lightly. She used the handle of the flog as well, eyeing me intently. Her face was full of lust. Her eyes bedroom eyes. I watched her masturbate to me as I finally moved deeper into the cold shower.

“How does it feel, slave?” She asked. Her voice was somewhat shaky.

“I-it’s c-cold, Mistress…” My breaths were heavy.

She didn’t respond. She just watched me. Touched herself. Her other hand moved to her breasts.

“Move all the way under.”

I did as I was told, cold water completely soaking every inch of me.

She stood up and whipped me with the flog. Made me face her as I did so. With her other hand she continued to rub herself gently, but her movements to whip me were harsh and her expression was excitable. “Delicious…” she groaned, scrunching up her nose with every whip. As the tendrils of the flog became wet, it stung even more. I grunted and yelped until she impacted my bare cock and I flinched back and hit the wall.

Her legs trembled and both of her hands moved to press into her pussy. She moaned loud and lowered to her knees, her hips grinding. I watched my Mistress orgasm from the simple act of tormenting me. I breathed heavy. She grabbed hold of the tub and got to her feet. Wiped her mouth.

“T-turn off the water,” she said, watching my intently.

I did so.

“Now stay there.” She walked away, taking her flog and vibrator with her.

I remained. Standing. Shivering. I couldn’t believe the peaks of pleasures I brought her. What I just saw was so amazing. Despite the cold, my cock was becoming hard once again.

She came back with a large fluffy towel and beckoned me toward her. She hugged me, wrapping my body up in the towel. Moving it through my hair, across my skin. I felt so warm against her.

“You’re so good,” she said, holding me tightly. “I love playing with you so much.”

I fell into her embrace. Feeling so warm, so safe in this moment. For all of her intensity, she could be a gentle Mistress too, it seemed. She held me a little while longer and then commanded me to dry off completely and put my underwear back on. But only my underwear. And then to kneel in the center of her bedroom.

 

It didn’t take long for her to get riled up once again. She stood before me as I knelt and she said she wanted to see me work.

And she had me work. Physically. For a long time.

After her initial command to make me do push-ups, I certainly lost track of time. All I knew was the eventual ache coming to me. She knelt at my side, watching me work out. Breathing heavily. So turned on by the simple act of admiring my body. She kept telling me to go faster and I worked as hard as I could.

“Keep going! Come on!” She cracked the flog across my back. “Mmmph. Work that fucking body.” The flog continued to sting me. I was soaked in sweat now, whereas I was once shivering from intense cold, now I was so unbelievably hot. She whipped me between my legs as well. She sat on me and pulled my ears, making me push up her body weight and endure so many different pains. She was having a blast. An entire afternoon of nothing but tormenting her toy. God, I truly was a masochist deep down, wasn’t I? I was loving this too much.

The next time I pushed up she made me stay in that position. Planking. She repositioned herself and spread her legs, placing her pussy directly below my face. I looked up at her, leaning back, smiling down at me.

“Every time you go down I want you to kiss me,” she smiled. Her pussy, clothed in beautiful deep black panties was right below me. I hadn’t been able to taste her all day. My face had not been caressed by her divine area at all. Exhaustion was overtaking me but to be able to touch her pussy again like that gave me a certain type of desperate strength. I continued my push-ups.

As I lowered, I paused, kissing her, feeling the softness upon my lips and chin. How good she smelled. I felt her body twitch just a bit from the touch. Her panties were so damp. I pushed up. Lowered. Kissed.

She hummed and leaned back further, watching me do it. “Mmmm, keep going… Don’t you dare stop working for it…”

I was fit for sure but my arms and abdomen were aflame. She loved it, I knew, and I dealt with the pain because it brought her happiness. Kiss… kiss… kiss… Every time my lips hit her she humped up with her hips just a bit. She felt my muscles with her hands as I moved. I couldn’t see anything else but her pussy, her thighs, focused on my work. My breaths were so heavy now.

She commanded that I stop in another plank position. She inched forward and caressed my sweating face, grinning down at me.

“Are you tired, slave-boy?”

“Yes, Mistress… But… but I can keep going… I love your pussy so much.”

She kissed me softly. “Oh, that’s good. I could keep you just like this all night if I wanted. And if you fail me you won’t get this pussy anymore.” She laughed, looking deep into my eyes, turning my face up. “Seeing you struggle is so much fun. Struggling for just a touch. Working just to be near my womanhood for only a moment…”

I breathed heavy. Focused on staying put. God, it was so difficult.

“Imagine how good it would feel to relax your body though,” she laughed. Her fingers pinched the skin on my arms. Poked hard into my muscles. “To take a rest. To drink some water. You’ve been working for so long now.”

I laughed a little between my breaths. My arms were wobbling.

“Aw. But you’ll do whatever you can to please me, won’t you? You’d sacrifice your own pleasures for my own. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes… Of course, Mistress.”

She laughed softly and continued kissing me. Keeping me in this position. Kissing me nice and slow, making me breathe heavily through my nose. “You can rest now, lover.”

I exhaled heavily, nearly letting myself drop and go limp on the floor. But I lowered myself and felt my weight be caressed by the cold floor. Oh… It felt so good to rest. But, as I should have guessed, she wasn’t going to let me rest for long. She stood over me and eyed me mischievously.

“Turn over. Go ahead and lay there. Let me use you however I want.”

 

She straddled me, keeping her pussy hovering so close to my face but told me not to touch, so I kept my arms at my sides. Her hands and mouth went to work, tormenting me in one of her favorite ways. My cock did all it could to rip out of my underwear to no avail. She kissed it again and again, rubbing her fingers along the tip.

“I considered locking you up in chastity but this is way better…” she ran her tongue along my its outline and sucked on it. “Tell me how much you love the sight of my ass.”

I breathed heavy, melting away at how good she felt, even just like this. I obeyed. “Mistress… your ass drives me mad. Just looking at your pussy… your ass… how beautiful they are wrapped up in your gorgeous lingerie is enough for me to fall in love.”

She was using her nails, running them back, back, back again along my cock.

“I… I’m so lucky that I get to be dominated by an ass like yours. Your body is so good. Being smothered… being trapped between your legs is all I want…”

My Mistress began to slap my cock. The impact stung — the pressure hurt my balls bit by bit.

“M-Mistress!” The pleasure was so intense. I couldn’t help it. I begged. I begged her for more. I felt like I was going to burst. “Please let me cum! Please let my cock be freed!” I shouldn’t beg her like this but I couldn’t help it. Being teased, ruthlessly, for two days now and I was craving more of her. Of course, I could have masturbated at home and simply lied to her. But somehow it didn’t feel right. She would text me, making sure I wasn’t masturbating. And whenever I replied with “no” she would send me photos of herself, telling me to send her pics of how hard they made me. Tormenting me. Even a simple message from her got me hard, photo or not.

She laughed and grabbed hold of my bulge, hard. I yelped. “Oh?” She asked. “Why should I? What would you do just for a single touch of my tongue upon you there? What would you do to be inside my pussy?”

I breathed heavily, smelling how turned on she was. “I… I would do anything, Mistress. Anything at all!” I’ve already done so much. But I couldn’t say such a thing. It wasn’t my place.

“I don’t know what ‘anything’ means, slave. Be clearer.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress! I… I… would do nothing but worship your pussy for weeks. I would let you ride my face for hours until you’re completely satisfied. I would eat nothing but your body. I would starve myself and just eat your delicious pussy!” As I came up with things to say she flicked my cock. I tensed and its largeness pushed against the fabric making her giggle. “I would cook every meal for you! Make sure your home is spotless every single day! If it meant my Mistress gave me the honor of making my cock feel good, I would do anything… anything…”

She hesitated. Stopped touching me. Then, she turned around and leaned in close. Her eyes were sharp. So beautiful and big, and her hair smelled so sweet as it hung around my face.

“No,” she said, with a heavy, pleasurable breath, and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. She kissed me hard for a long while. When she pulled away, she said, “I already get all of those things from you. Because you do whatever I command of you.” She laughed. Then, gave me a pouting look as she noticed how my face fell. “Aww, poor pet. Though I must say I adore the expressions you make.” She leaned in close. “I also never said I wouldn’t let you cum, did I?”

Would she… “Really, Mistress? Really?”

“You’ve been such a good boy, I feel like I *should* give you a present of some kind. Even though my pussy is already the best present you’ll ever receive… Come on, get up.”

I did so. I watched her walk away from me — that beautiful body swaying, her entire being tempting me. She sat on the edge of her bed and spread her legs wide. “Come here.”

I crawled over to her and she leaned down and caressed my face. “Take our your cock.”

I breathed heavily and hastily did so. She slapped me.

“Slowly, pet. Don’t be more eager for your own pleasure than you are to follow my command.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

I moved with slow purpose. Removing my cock and placing it in my hand. She looked down and hummed. “It’s so hard… just for me.”

“I’m hard for only you, Mistress.”

She brushed her lips against mine, so close, her face becoming my world. “Here’s your present, pet. Go ahead and cum.” And she claimed my mouth. She moaned as she kissed, breathing so hard, pushing her tongue so deep. I reciprocated — we fell into a perfect rhythm. I stroked my cock. My heart was going to explode. Oh my God. Being claimed by my Mistress like this… tasting her wonderful mouth… feeling completely owned… being allowed to masturbate…

We both moaned together. Soon, as my stroking became faster and my entire body buzzed with excitement, I stopped moving my tongue. She didn’t seem to mind. I just couldn’t focus on anything but my own cock anymore. The feeling of her mouth. The feeling of her continuing to make out with me was the purest form of ownership and it destroyed me.

I came. It kept coming, kept pumping. And as I did so, she pushed our faces together so much I didn’t know where she ended and I began. She was sucking my tongue and I kept covering the edge of her bed and the floor in everything I had to give.

My orgasm didn’t end when I was emptied — I kept pumping and tensing and humping. She released my mouth and I collapsed back onto the floor. Amazing… simply amazing…

She stood up and rubbed her foot into my face, grinning down at me. “I hope you enjoyed that,” she said. “Tell me how grateful you are.”

“I… Mistress… I’m so g-grateful… Thank you so much…”

“Aww,” she laughed, “You’re so exhausted. Well, clean up your mess. You know where the cleaning supplies are. I don’t want you to have stained anything.”

“Right away, Mistress.” She moved her foot away and I hurried to steady myself and clean the mess I made. I was so shaky, so enthralled by what I had just felt. Out of pure grace I cleaned as fast as I could.

When I was finished she re-entered the room. I got to my knees in her presence.

“Well, pet, I’ve put your pleasure before mine. Tell me more about how happy you are about that.”

I eagerly did so. I took her foot as she sat down on the bed again and massaged her. She smiled and leaned her head back.

“Thank you, Mistress. Truly, I shouldn’t have expected such a thing and yet… you did that for me.” Despite having just had such a powerful orgasm I was still here for her pleasure. I had always been the type of guy who could have multiple orgasms after a certain amount of time. And I could already feel myself become filled with lust again. “Use me however you wish. I’m yours. All yours.”

I noticed she had brought a small bag into the room with her. “You certainly are,” she grinned. She raised the bag and slowly pulled out its contents as I rubbed her feet.

A ball gag. Blindfold. Rope. Duct tape. Small egg vibrators. A dildo. Rubber bands. Clothespins. And alongside them all were her wand vibrator and flog.

“I prepared these last night for the next time we met. We still have a long night ahead of us,” she sighed, pleasantly. “Keep massaging me. I think I’ll have you give me a full body massage before I tie you up and use *all* of these on you…” She laughed softly. “And I do mean *all of them.*”

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