I visit Miguel at his home [FM] [mdom] [dubcon]

(This is a continuation of the story started in the waxing post.)

Miguel had really gotten in my head after the waxing. It didn’t help that my skin, sensitive and inflamed from the procedure, served as a constant reminder. I couldn’t stop thinking of his deep, commanding voice, hands on my body, and the effortless way with which he took control of me. Normally, I wouldn’t even consider seeing someone like that again, but I felt drawn to him, unable to focus on work or anything else.

And that’s how I found myself standing in front of my mirror naked at 5:30 on Friday evening, his words echoing in my head. “Impress me.” How would I go about doing that? Clearly he is a man who is used to getting whatever he wants. How do *I* impress *him?*

I stepped into the shower, the hot water running in rivulets down my soft, ivory skin. I scrubbed my body, then shaved my legs and armpits. After rinsing one last time, I applied lotion to every inch of my body, a light baby powder scent covering me. I towel-dried my hair and opened my lingerie drawer. I used to wear lingerie often, one of my past boyfriends having a bit of a fetish for it.

I selected a dark purple corset with black trim and attached garter straps. I slipped this on, with a matching lacy purple thong covering my hairless pussy and riding between my round, pert ass cheeks. Thigh-high black stockings and heels completed the outfit. I stepped back in front of the mirror, turning back and forth. My waist was cinched with the lacing on the corset, enhancing my hourglass figure and pushing my breasts up and together, as though about to be served. *I hope this is impressive enough*, I thought, biting my lower lip slightly.

I dried and curled my hair in loose waves, the auburn locks falling just past my shoulders. A smokey cat eye and light, high-gloss lip finished the look. I glanced at the clock. 7:30 already. I needed to be on time, and wasn’t sure how long it would take to drive there.

*Wait*. *One more thing*. I dug through my lingerie drawer and found it–a jeweled plug, the end sparkling iridescently like a diamond. I hadn’t worn it in a while, and it took a few deep breaths and a good bit of lube to push it into my tight asshole. Once in place, I shivered and felt a rush of lust and excitement.

One last turn in the mirror, and I decided that there was little else I could do to, hopefully, impress this man. How does he have such a hold on me? I barely even know him. I felt a small wave of doubt. Maybe I shouldn’t even go. As if in response, my asshole squeezed the stem of the plug. *This is happening,* it seemed to say.

I pulled an old black pea coat out of my closet. Not quite as classic as the trench coat, but I’m sure it will work. It’s just long enough to cover the tops of my stockings, and not hint too much at what’s underneath. *Or what isn’t*.

The drive was fairly long, but I made it there just before 8. My heart pounded in my chest as I pulled up and parked. It appeared to be a rather unassuming house on a quiet suburban street. I started second-guessing myself as I climbed the steps to the front door, my stilettos clicking on the stone. I tossed my hair, waves bouncing, and rang the doorbell precisely at 8 pm.

Miguel answered, dressed in a charcoal grey fitted suit. The white shirt underneath was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a small hint of dark chest hair. In his hand he held a crystal glass, partially filled with an amber liquid I guessed was scotch. He smiled widely when he saw me.

“Ah, Miss Howard. I see you had no trouble finding the place.” He spoke languidly, the tiger purr reverberating in my body and raising goosebumps. “Do come in,” he said, stepping to the side.

His living room was modernly furnished, with low seating, few decorations, and simple colors. A fire crackled in the fireplace, lending a warmth to the room. It was very clean, not my taste, but also not uninviting.

“I would offer you a drink, but perhaps I should take your coat first,” he offered as he closed the front door, setting his drink on the entry table next to us. I swallowed drily. Here we were, the point of no return. I nodded and unbuttoned the coat slowly. I turned so my back was to him, and he slipped the coat from my shoulders. I heard him growl deeply as my outfit was revealed to him. He threw my coat on the floor and pushed me up against the wall, my face pressed against the cool plaster, my breath forced out of me in a gasp as he pressed his body to mine.

“So this is how dirty little sluts dress to impress, hm?” He bit my earlobe and traced a finger along my side, then down to my thong. He hooked a finger into the strap and pulled it upward tightly, forcing the fabric in the front between my lips, and causing me to go up onto my tiptoes. I groaned slightly. He grabbed the string in the fist of one hand, the other exploring. “Oh, what have we here?” he laughed, as he found the hard jewel of my plug nestled between my cheeks. “Well, you certainly have impressed me, querida. I think I need a closer look at this.”

He released the thong and it snapped against my skin, the front still nestled between my pussy lips, probably soaking up the increasing moisture. I heard him walk a bit away and sit in one of the chairs near the fireplace. “Walk to me,” he commanded, swirling the glass he had picked up on the way.

I turned and walked to him slowly, as sensually as I could. I looked him deep into the eyes as I approached. My breasts jiggled in the corset with each step I took. I saw him squirm slightly, though the look on his face radiated confidence and control. Once I was about a foot away, he held up a hand to stop me. “Turn around and bend over,” he said firmly.

I did as instructed, folding about ninety degrees and staring at the floor. I felt his hot hands on my ass, parting it, inspecting the plug. He pushed it with his finger and I moaned softly. A rustle behind me signaled that he had stood up and was now up next to me. His broad hand spread on my back and he pushed me further, not an easy feat in a corset, and I had trouble catching my breath.

“Well, well. It seems I chose very well, doesn’t it. Tell me, have you been thinking of me, dreaming of me splitting you with my large cock?” His hands caressed me as he spoke, running up and down my thighs, ass and back. Before I could answer, he grabbed my hair and yanked me up, pressing my back against his chest.

“Before you say anything, let me tell you how this will go. You are to call me “Sir” and if you do not, I will punish you. You are to do what I say without question. Do you understand?”

I squeaked a “yes” in reply.

“Tsk tsk.” His hand slapped my ass. “Yes what?”

“Yes Sir,” I moaned in reply.

“That was a warning,” he said. “Am I not merciful?” He reached down and slid his middle finger between my lips, on top of the thong fabric. The fingers on either side squeezed my freshly-waxed lips and I opened my mouth in shock.

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped.

“Good. Good.” His fingers played with my pussy for awhile, squeezing, caressing. I could feel myself getting wetter by the moment and I pushed my ass into him, throwing my arms back and around his neck. He drew a small blade from his pocket and cut my thong on each side, pulling it free of my body and discarding it on the ground. The cold steel and imminent threat of the blade made me shiver again with excitement. “Ah, better. I don’t think we needed those anymore, did we my little pet?”

“No, Sir,” I moaned, pushing into his hardening cock again.

“Oh how eager you have become, my dear. All in good time.” He released me and sat back down in the chair. I turned to face him, and he admired my pussy. “Well, I did a particularly good job on you, didn’t I? Not a hair in sight.” He rubbed his thumb across the top of my pussy, pushing slightly on my clit.

He leaned back in the chair and opened his legs. “Before we can proceed, I think there’s something you need to attend to,” he said in his low baritone.

I didn’t even feel like I was controlling my body. I simply sank to my knees, quickly undoing his pants and retrieving his half-hard cock from beneath his silky boxers. I stroked it slowly, watching his reaction. He looked at me, not betraying any emotion he might be feeling. I leaned down and took the head into my mouth, suckling it gently. I looked up, seeing a slight smile on his face.

“Now now. I know you can do better than that,” he said, pushing my head steadily downward. He didn’t stop until my nose was nestled into his tightly trimmed bush. I felt the cock growing, my throat being stretched. He let me up and I gasped for air, strands of saliva breaking as I did so. He laughed gently. “You’ll get used to it,” he promised me. “Now, back to work.”

I devoured his cock, hungry not just for his body but for his approval. He gathered my hair up into one hand and started moving my head up and down his cock. “No hands” he admonished me, and I quickly placed them to my sides. He thrust into my mouth a few times, slowly and deliberately, holding my head in place. He moaned deeply. “What a delicious mouth you have. I wonder what your cunt feels like.”

He thrust up one more time, holding his cock deep in my throat, my eyes watering as I struggled to keep him satisfied. He relaxed, pulling out of my mouth and smiled at me again. “You are proving yourself quite worthy, my little guera. I wonder if you might like to feel me deep inside you now.”

I blinked a few times, clearing the tears from my eyes. His manhood had swelled even larger than I remembered it at the salon. It shone, covered in my spit, and I stared, my pussy aching.

“Yes, Sir. I would very much like that.”

He smiled. “What a polite little slut you are.” He motioned for me to get up, and I stood, waiting. He unlaced my corset and dropped it to the floor. I stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. My heavy breasts sank slightly, the petal pink nipples tight and hard. “Better,” he growled.

He pulled me toward him, one hand on each thigh. I straddled his lap, and tried to sit but he held me in place. “Not yet,” he chided, “I have to make sure you are ready.” His fingers slid into my wet pussy with ease. I was practically dripping with anticipation. He pulled my breasts down, and took each nipple into his mouth, licking, sucking, and flicking it in turn. Occasionally, he would bite down a little harder and I would gasp, making him laugh and finger-fuck me even harder. My juices had completely coated his hand, and I felt my legs about to give out. My orgasm kept building, but just as I was about to cum, he would stop or change what he was doing just enough to keep me from falling over the edge.

“Please….” I moaned.

He pushed my hips to the top of his cock, the head kissing my swollen clit. I moaned deeply.

“Please what?” he chastised me.

“Please fuck me….” I whispered.

“Just when I thought you were my perfect little whore. What was the first rule I taught you?” My eyes widened in panic. “Sir! Sir!” I said desperately. “Please, Sir. Fuck me. Fuck your little slut, Sir.”

“So eager,” he growled again. “But I’m afraid you must be punished and reminded of the rules. Such a basic one to forget.” He shook his head, and his disappointment nearly destroyed me. I was in dire need of his cock, as well as his approval. I could think of little else.

He pushed me aside and stood, his cock softening slightly but still thick and proud.

He reached into his other pocket and retrieved a set of three chains and clamps connected with a central ring. “Stand still,” he commanded. He placed one on each of my nipples, and I gasped each time. The third barely reached down to my clit, where he clamped my most delicate flesh. I cried out, not entirely from pain. “Do you like your new jewelry, querida?” he whispered in my ear. “Look what happens when I pull this ring.” I pulled the chains outward, and my nipples stretched obscenely. I nearly screamed as the lower clamp pulled my clit as well. My legs trembled and Miguel laughed.

“Mm, I take that as a yes.” His cock was fully hard again, watching my reaction. “Now. Let’s try this again.” He sat back on the chair, pulling me over him with the chain. I moved quickly to ease the exquisite pain I felt. He stopped me once my dripping, aching pussy was directly over his fat cock.

“Now, my little slut. Do. You. Want. My. Cock?” With each word, he tugged on the chain.

“Yes Sir!” I cried out. “Please, Sir…”

“Good. I think you’re beginning to learn.” He pulled me lower, the other hand rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit, from the clamp on my clit to the plug in my ass. “What a beautiful sight you are like this. Now, my final order. You do not cum until I tell you to, do you understand?”

My head was swimming. I was drunk with all of the stimulation, the yearning pulsing in my ears. No, that’s my heart, isn’t it? My throat felt dry. I was certain I would fail, that I would cum the instant he entered me. Everything was so precarious right now. I couldn’t let him down. I couldn’t.

“Y-yes, Sir. I understand,” I managed to squeak.

“Good little whore. Look at you, ready to do anything just so my cock can enter that tight little cunt. I’m going to cum deep inside you. That is not a question.”

Before I could say anything, he positioned his cock head right at my entrance. He let go of the chain and pushed my hips downward. It was impossibly tight, with his wide cock and the plug each filling me completely. I sighed and tried to relax, as he wiggled me side to side, working every inch into me. He groaned with pleasure as his large cock disappeared inside me. “Mmm, so tight. I bet you’d feel almost this good without the plug,” he moaned. Once I was sitting flush on his lap, he moved my hips back and forth, forcing me to grind on him. The pressure on the clit clamp was almost too much to bear. I felt my orgasm building and began to shake.

“No no no. Not yet,” he warned me. He lifted me up, sliding his cock nearly all the way out before slamming me down again. “Repeat that,” he said, placing one hand behind his head and grabbing the clamp chain with the other. I raised myself up off his lap, my legs trembling. He held the chain fast and it pulled hard as I stood slowly. I then sunk back down, relieving the pressure.

“Again.” I repeated the motion, grabbing his shoulders for leverage as I bounced on his cock. Each time I stood, the clamps pulled at me, threatening to make me cum. I fought the urge, though I desperately wanted to. “Faster,” he said, letting go of the chain and instead spreading my ass cheeks further and further as I bounced up and down. “Faster!” he yelled, and started to thrust his hips into me. I could tell that he was close to his climax as well. Up and down, up and down, I ignored the burning in my legs.

“Yes, yes, you little slut. Now. Cum with me.” He held me down, his cock as deep as it could go, and I came harder than I ever had before. I screamed out as my body convulsed with pleasure, my pussy squeezing his cock as it pumped me full of cum. He grunted, pushing his hips upward, each time releasing a rope of pearly cum deep inside me. He grabbed my neck and kissed me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth, his other hand maneuvering the clit clamp back and forth, forcing me to orgasm over and over, milking his cock dry. Finally, he stopped and I collapsed against him, my body utterly spent.

We both sat there a moment, sweaty and panting, basking in the afterglow. I didn’t want to move, to risk disturbing this peaceful moment. Finally, Miguel grabbed my shoulders and pushed me upright, to look in my eyes.

“Go clean yourself in the bathroom. And take out that plug. I want your ass next.”

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