Your balls ache. It has been so so long since you have seen her and you shift uncomfortably in your seat. The sounds in the boardroom echos past your ears, nothing sinks in and you just can’t concentrate. Your cock twitches and your mind races as you imagine her beautiful face. That black, thick eyeliner, the long lashes, the dark lips smirking at you. You shift again in your chair and feel the eyes of the other board members on you as sweat starts to bead on your forehead.
Your mind wanders and before you know it the other board members are filing out of the room while you sit, pained and desperate in your leather arm chair. You tap your papers on the desk and place them gingerly in your briefcase, trying to stall until your inappropriately timed erection calms down. When all the other men are gone you eagerly pull your phone out of the pocket of your blazer. You know her number off by heart now, obsessed with her and what she does to you. You tap rapidly at your screen, hoping and praying that she will respond quickly.
Mistress. Please. Can you get me in today? I can be there in an hour. Let me know if you have time for me. I am desperate.
You wait for her response as you tidy your papers and organize your briefcase anxiously. After what seems like an eternity, though it is really only about a minute, your ears perk up at the sound of your phone buzzing on the table. You immediately reach for it and read the reply on the screen.
*One hour.*
It has been too long. You like to keep yourself free from the anchor of relationships, from the obsession of sexual desires and romantic entanglements. But after weeks of work and board meetings with no sexual release, your mind was wandering to more animalistic urges. You could never allow yourself to be distracted by such things, you have to be satisfied. You have to end the desires, the need for release. Only she can do that. She has everything that you want and need, the expertease to satisfy those primal urges and milk every drop of cum from your body until the desire for sex is the last thing you ever think about.
You slam your briefcase closed and lock it. You jump from your seat, erection still noticeable through your Ermenegildo Zegna trousers. You smooth your suit down and straighten your tie before walking out of the board room and into the hall. You hold your briefcase in front of your crotch to hide your shame and make your way to the elevators. The ride down to the lobby feels like an eternity, executives piling in and filing out at each floor. Each person who passes by gives you a welcoming nod, you smile back at them nervously, not wanting to let on what is going on under your leather case. Finally the elevator reaches the ground floor and you carefully step out into the lobby and make your way to the underground parking garage. You stroll through the parking lot, feeling more comfortable in the empty, open space.
You get to your steel blue Lamborghini and toss your case into the passenger seat as you ease yourself in the driver’s seat. You relax into your leather seats and start the engine, mind focused on your erotic destination as you speed out of the parking lot. The forty-five minute drive, while lasting seemingly an eternity, only took thirty-five minutes. You must have hit every red light on the way but your determination surpasses all time and space. You pull into the driveway and throw your car into park. You sit for a moment, staring ahead at the house and practically vibrating in anticipation. You take a deep breath and turn the car off. The car door swings open and you step out, you smooth out the creases in your suit and sauntering to the front door.
*Knock, knock, knock.*
No answer. She is making you sweat. You knock once more and hear a faint voice from inside the house granting you entrance. You open the door and enter into a dimly lit room. The outside of the house was so average looking with picket fences and rose bushes in front of a classic ranch house with vinyl siding and hand painted shutters. A quaint little family home in a good neighbourhood. On the inside, however, it is anything but quaint. The entrance is dark, a small entryway that opens up into what should have been a living room. Instead, the open room is lit with a red glow. Lamps covered in sheer red fabric sit in each corner and the center of the room is filled with various torture devices. A St. Andrews Cross stands against the far wall and a rack of whips, riding crops and paddles hangs above it. On the wall to the left of the door there are bondage straps hanging from the ceiling and a wall of various metal torture devices displayed proudly. On the right side, a gyno table is pushed up against the wall, shiny steel stirrups protruding from the end of the table. In the center of the room directly in front of the doorway hangs a black leather sex-swing.
“Come on in, puppy.” A soft voice coos from the hallway to the left of the St. Andrews Cross.
You close the door behind you, the room falling into almost complete darkness except for the red glow. You step quietly across the room and walk down the long hallway to the black door at the end. The door swings open and you are face to face with your perfect woman. Each time you see her feels like the first, and this time is no exception. Your eyes instinctively drift to her face, and her incredible makeup. Thick, jet black eyeliner hugs her eyes and her incredibly long, charcoal eyelashes curve over her eyelids like black feathers accenting her vibrant green eyes. Behind the lengthy lashes you can see a layer of smokey, black eye shadow blended with a dark red. They blend so perfectly and her extreme colours caress her milky white skin like a porcelain doll. Her eyes are so dramatic and perfect with the black cat eye, the second you see her staring back at you behind that menacing paint you feel your cock getting hard again under the thick cloth of your pants.
Your eyes fall down from her eyes. Her full, pouting lips are lined with a heavy, almost black lip liner and then filled with a blood red lip stain and covered in a thick layer of shiny gloss. Those lips are so inviting but her evil smirk keeps you at arms length. Your eyes blink and you focus on her entire face. The creamy skin without a single flaw, the beautifully contoured cheekbones with a healthy dose of bright rouge, the thin shaped eyebrows drawn on in a unnatural burgundy tone. She is like a doll. A painting of a woman more beautiful than any natural woman could ever be.
Her hair is a dark, unnatural red colour with wispy highlights of brunette and violet. It curls around her face, framing her cheekbones like wispy clouds surrounding a pale moon. The long scarlet curls drape delicately over her shoulders and fall gently over her chest. Your eye is drawn down to her breasts, the largest you have ever seen that weren’t on a screen. Her massive enhanced breasts are pushed up nearly to her chin by a tight black leather corset. The stiff boning presses into her waist and creates a sensual, feminine curve over her body. Metal rings adorn the front of her corset and charcoal ribbon laces through each one. The ribbon criss-crosses all the way up her body, pulling each side tightly together and pushing her breasts inward, tying into a snug bow that hangs just over her ample cleavage.
The black leather shines under the dim lighting from the hallway and your eyes drop down to her waist. Her hands are resting on her hips with her long, red almond fingernails each coming to a sharp point as they tap wickedly on her hard corset. Her forearms are covered in black latex fingerless gloves and silver studs line the edge just above her elbows. Under her hands, her hips round outward under her corset and form into a perfect, plump ass. She is wearing black latex booty shorts that hug her sweet curves so closely that they could very well be painted onto her skin. Just below her tight shorts is a pair of thigh high, shiny black boots. The clean plastic flares out around her muscular thigh and then slowly tightens as it runs down her long legs, ending in a slim seven inch stiletto heel.
“Mistress.” You greet her simply. She smirks wickedly at you and takes a step backward into the room behind the black door, gesturing for you to enter. You step forward into the room instinctively making your way to the right where you know there is a chair to place your belongings. Suddenly a light flickers above your head and the room is lit up, revealing all that you have been dreaming of the entire day.
The floors are a hard, white, clean tile spreading out to the sterile-white painted walls. Fluorescent lighting shines from glass tubes placed around the room. A black, padded table sits in the center of the small room. Strong leather wrist and ankle cuffs lay ready on the table and a padded head strap rests at one end of the table just waiting for you. Above the table hangs an array of machinery. Flashing metal boxes with coloured buttons and knobs, tubes and pumps attaching to various parts and pieces that hang from the ceiling, awaiting use. The walls of the room are lined with steel cabinets, shiny countertops strewn with sensual torture tools, vibrators, toys and gags.
“Just the way you left it, isn’t that right puppy?” You hear her close the door behind you and the cha-chunk of the dead bolt locking the black door. You turn to see her standing by the door, one hand pressed firmly against the wall and the other propped on her hip as she grins at you.
“Exactly the same. I know it’s been a while, but…” she stops you with a single finger raised to her lips and a soft shushing sound sliding from behind her pearly white teeth. She walks towards you, heels clicking against the ceramic tile with each step. Her grin grows and as she approaches you she places her hands on your chest, groping your hard muscles through the soft fabric of your suit.
“Now, puppy, I have made some fun little changes since you were here last.” She whispers, looking into your eyes past the fluttering black lashes. “I have a few new toys that you get to experience today, I have a feeling you won’t be able to stay away so long this time after you feel what I have in store for you.” Her smirk widens and she wraps her delicate fingers around the edge of your suit, the cashmere fibers sliding smoothly over your shoulders as she pulls your jacket off behind you. The jacket falls from around your hands and she tosses it onto the chair in the corner, an action she is repeating after countless times before. You stand in front of her, staring at her flawless, creamy skin and the onyx curves that dance across her eyes. Her fingers crawl up your stomach and chest, slowly and caringly popping each button free. She makes her way down your shirt, pulling it loose from your waist and then yanking at your navy coloured tie until it hangs freely and untied around your neck.
She continues to undress you and smile wickedly up at you while your pants tighten around your crotch. She shoots you a knowing glare as she drops your pants down to the floor around your ankles, revealing your tight black boxer briefs that are so perfectly hugging your growing bulge and showing off how excited you are for the coming events. She removes all of your clothing including your shorts, folding everything neatly and placing it gingerly on the chair in the corner, your briefcase hiding underneath the seat on the floor.
She caringly takes your hand and leads you over to the table in the center of the room. She turns on her heel and swipes one hand over the soft padding, gesturing for you to take your place on the table. You know what to do. You take a seat on the edge of the table and swing your legs up onto the padding, laying back with your head on the soft cushion. Your body is chilled and your erection stands straight up as your Mistress walks around the table. She slips your left wrist into one leather cuff and straps you in snuggly. She repeats this with your other wrist and both of your ankles, saving your head for last. She stands at the end of the table and looks down at you, her doll-like face blocking out the light above her head as she tightens the strap around your forehead.
Her ruby red smile disappears behind you and you hear a clicking sound, followed by a light hum coming from all around the room. You take a deep breath, almost shaking from the anticipation and the chill in the cold room. A soft voice that you can’t see assures you that all will be well, and suddenly a buzz surrounds you. Tiny coloured lights spring to life, dotted across the machine that hangs above you. Your muscles tighten and your teeth grind. Your Mistress appears at your side and reaches up into the hanging mess of tubes and wires, grasping a clear tube attached to a black cord and pulling it down.
She smiles down at you, wrapping her long fingers around your shaft and fitting the tube over your cock gently. You twitch as the apparatus fits snuggly over your head and now rests at the base of your hard dick. Your Mistress turns a dial on the machine and you feel a suctioning sensation around your member, you are already sweating and panting as you stare up at her. Your eyes beg for more but your mouth stays shut, knowing that she will take care of you. You close your eyes, breathing deep and allowing her to take over. Her fingernails drag from your chest all the way down your stomach and slide down your thigh. You shiver and let her touch you all over, caressing your skin and playing seductively with your balls. Her long nails softly fondłe your taint and send chills up your spine as she teases you.
“I have a nice new prostate stimulator just for you, my good boy. I am going to place it inside you just how I know you like it.”
You hear a clank from above you, but your eyes remain closed. Your Mistress guides your thighs apart and you knowingly shuffle your body so that your knees are apart and your ass is accessible. You hear a pop, like the opening of a bottle, followed by the sound of liquid being forced from a container. Within seconds you feel a soft, rubbery toy rub between your cheeks. The cold lubricant tingles on your skin and the toy slides between your cheeks and presses hard against your taught ass hole. You twitch and tremble as it passes through your sphincter, the pressure building against your walls like lava raising through the heart of a volcano.
“Mmm, that tight little hole is so ready to be filled. I am going to ease my little toy into that ass nice and smooth, puppy.”
After a few moments, the pressure releases and the toy is successfully inserted into your tender hole, you groan in pleasure and await the sensation that you so eagerly expect. A couple of seconds pass before it envelops you. The vibration pulses through your prostate, and you groan involuntarily at the sensation. Your body vibrates lightly and you smile sweetly as your Mistress continues her ritual.
“You know what these are for, puppy. Some nice vibrating nipple clamps to stimulate that aching body.” She explains.
She stimulates your nipples with vibrating clamps and when you are moaning uncontrollably she turns a dial on the machine above you, cranking up the intensity of the toys.
“Mmm, that’s Mistresses good little puppy. You can handle more, now can’t you?” She asks, her voice soft and tender. You nod enthusiastically and she turns a couple of knobs. You feel the vibrations on your prostate and your nipples increase and the intensity washes over your entire body like waves crashing over the shore. You moan and mutter under your breath and your muscles shake. With a single motion of her finger, your Mistress brings the machine to life and the tube around your cock begins to react. You feel a sensation of not only vibration, but suction around your member. An intensity like no other, you buck your hips a bit and your Mistress brushes her fingertips across your pelvis, reminding you to stay calm and still and let her and the machines take care of you.
“Mmm, God.” The words escape for your lips. Your Mistresses fingernails crawl up your chest and the sweet warmth of her breath caresses your neck as she leans in. You open your eyes and look into her beautiful face. She bites her lip seductively and slides one finger across your cheek.
“Mmm, my good puppy. Mistress will take good care of you. I am going to turn up the intensity now, stagger the vibrations and make you really want it!” She teases. Her arm reaches out and she turns a few more dials. The vibrations stagger, creating a teasing pattern of stimulation separated by short, torturous rests. Your body is in overdrive, the suction around your shaft increases and you can barely handle the sensation. You groan and grunt, having waited so long for this moment you worry you will finish too quickly. Your Mistress, however, has that concern under control.
“Oh, M-Mistress… I-” you stammer, muscles contracting and hair standing on end.
“Shh, puppy, I’m not done with you just yet. You are going to get so nice and close for me, but you know I can’t let you cum just yet.” She cranks the stimulation up a few notches and you are ready to explode. Your legs shake and your breathing gets heavy, you are so close to the edge and just as you feel you are about to release, your Mistress reveals her other plans. With a simple flick of a switch the machines go dark and the vibrations come to a dead stop. No stimulation, no suction, nothing. Your cock pulses and your near-orgasm stops just before you climax. You gasp for air as you hold back the load you have been saving for weeks. Your Mistress giggles and strokes your cheek as you catch your breath.
“Mmm, I do love to tease my good, sweet little puppy.” She blinks those feathery lashes at you and shoots you a wicked smile. “Ready for more, already?” She asks. You nod desperately, your cock still hard as a rock and in need of release. The switch is flicked and the machines spring back to life. The vibrations startle you and you can feel everything get so tight and tense as you prepare yourself for the wave of pleasure. Your Mistress fiddles with switches and knobs, stimulation increasing and decreasing in edging waves that torture your senses.
She plays with you, snickering and giggling with glee every time you moan loudly as the vibrations pass through you. She varies the speed and intensity of the suction and vibrations, toying with your nerves and edging you over and over. Finally, your Mistress has mercy on your mind and body.
“It’s time, puppy. I want to milk every last drop of warm cream from those balls and watch you squirm for me as you orgasm.” She pulls a small bullet vibrator from the counter full of toys and stands at your side.
“I am going to make those balls feel so fucking good, puppy.” With one hand, she fiddles with the knobs and switches on the machines, slowly increasing the strength of the prostate vibrations and varying the oscillation speed of the nipple clamps. With the other hand, she turns on the bullet and gently drags it across your tightening balls. The new sensation surprises you and your balls buzz as the suction around your cock gets heavier.
You feel like a toy being used and played with, your Mistress stimulating every part of your body and edging you until you can’t possibly take any more. You look up at her, breathing so heavy you could pass out, body trembling on the table and your wrists and ankles pulling at their restraints. Your engorged manhood throbs and in a moment of pure bliss, your Mistress leans in.
“Look at my face, puppy. Don’t take your eyes off of me.” You gaze into her eyes and the jet black paint winging from her eyes. The blood red lips standing out over the milky white porcelain skin, the lengthy lashes fluttering as she stares at your desperate face. You take it all in and your cock erupts like a bottle of champagne freeing itself of its obstructive cork. You grunt like a wild animal and your body trashes against the restraints as you finally release. Cum shoots like a fire hose, filling the tube and coating the inside of the clear apparatus that continues to suck and pulse around your sensitive shaft. The vibrations hum through your nipples and your skin becomes so tender you can barely stand the continued stimulation.
“I know you can take more, puppy.” She whispers, her face mere millimeters from yours as you continue to stare into her dramatically coloured face. Her massive breasts press against your arm and you feel the intensity of all the machines increase again. Her smile calms you, you trust her, you leave your pleasure in her hands.
“Y-yes Mistress.” You submit. Your testicles feel empty but the vibrations jostle your cock and balls, building a new and exciting feeling in your loins. Within seconds, a wave of pleasure builds again and fills your body. You let out an involuntary squeal and your cock spurts again, adding a substantial flow of cream to what already fills the tube. You convulse as your forced orgasm sends shock waves of pleasure and sensitivity throughout your entire body. When the last drop of cum is coaxed from your swollen member, your Mistress switches the machines to the off position and finally gives you sweet relief from the constant stimulation.
She loosens the clamps and slowly eases the vibrator from your ass. She removes the tube from around you cock and looks closely at the fluid inside.
“I will have this measured, puppy. Seems I got a lot from you today, more than usual. This will be a hefty payment from your pocket my good little pup.” Her teeth are pure white behind her red lips as she smiles, giving you a teasing wink. She removes your bonds and allows you to sit up on the table.
“Th-thank you Mistress” you manage to speak, body shivering and aching. Once dressed you make your way to the front of the house, opening the door and shielding your eyes from the bright sun that threatens to blind you. As you go to leave, your Mistress grabs your hand and pulls you back. You turn towards her and get one last look at that flawless painted face.
“You will be getting your bill very soon, puppy.” With a wink and a kiss blown through the air, she closes the door and you are left standing in the sun, satisfied and drained. You make your way to your car and as you sit staring at the steering wheel, you can finally relax.
“Back to work.”
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