Sweetest Mistress (Fem Dom 1)

“How long do you think you could stay like this?” she asked.

Oh God. Suddenly this punishment seemed so much worse than the belting.

Abruptly, she let me go, pulled her hand away completely. A sound escaped me, somewhere between a grunt and a cry – almost bereft. I locked my elbows and knees hard to keep from collapsing to the ground.

I almost came, too. I closed my eyes, concentrating on staying upright and on not climaxing, thinking that I’d only be able to achieve one of those goals, probably. I felt a touch on the tip of my cock, not the cool, flatness of the footboard, but the soft warmth of – I opened my eyes – her palm.

My hips jerked back. “Sorry,” I gasped. “Can’t hold it.”

“You’re going to come?” She sounded amused, and I could be glad at least, through my pain and my arousal, that I’d made her happy after making her cry.

There was the sound of drawers opening and closing behind me, some rustling. Then she knelt down next to me. Her hand on my cock sent violent shudders through my body. But her touch was mechanical, business-like, and I managed to hold my orgasm in.

She tied something at the base of my cock. Something beige and stretchy – one of her thigh high stockings. It was a bow, with tiny ears and two long tails hanging down to my knees. My dick, thick and veined, stood up proudly from the homemade cock ring. It was the most ridiculous-looking present I’d ever seen.

“Good?” she asked.

It felt tight, but not painful. Even standing here, doing nothing, I could feel my dick engorging, throbbing with the blood that maintained my erection.

“Good,” I whispered.

She left again, but this time she went to the bedside table where I could still see her. Opening the drawer, she studied its contents the way I imagined a surgeon examines his tools. Her hand touched one, two things that I couldn’t see from this angle, and then she picked up something long and black.

Without a word or gesture to acknowledge me, she came back to stand behind me. Her fingers groped around my asshole, probing, testing. Oh, God.

Soft wet sounds came from behind me, though only her dry fingers were on me. And a little bit in me. Then the large rounded tip of something slippery replaced her hand. A dildo, I realized, that she’d lubricated with her saliva. Christ!

The pressure against my anus built and tightened until I was sure it would tear. But when the thick head popped inside, I realized I had more to give. In it went, so slowly, every centimeter feeling like an inch. Finally it paused, and I panted through the pain.

She knelt beneath me, kneeling so that her back was to the footboard and my cock was in her face. With a gentle suck, she slipped my dick in her

mouth. My ass contracted tight around the invasion.

“Ahhh,” I cried. It was good that she’d tied up my dick first, because I definitely would have come if she hadn’t. Even with the stocking of shame, it was hard to hold back. My fingers turned white clenching the footboard. The dildo slipped slowly out, a long plastic cock of shame, and fell to the floor.

She sucked me gently, sweetly. Reverently. I was so aroused and my dick so swollen that it hurt. Her mouth felt painfully, torturously good.

When she stood up between me and the bed, I leaned back, but didn’t let go. She faced the bed, spread her feet apart on the floor, and said, “Fuck me.”

In one second flat my dick was inside her pussy. I was thrusting, thrusting, about to come, but holding off. Then – thank God – she was coming, the slick walls of her sex milking me into my own orgasm. I never let go of the headboard, but it was almost worse that way, as I rammed into her from behind, pinning her body to the footboard, using my grasp on it as leverage. Even the knowledge that her ass had to be sore and hurting couldn’t restrain me.

All the way through the final spurts and the aftershocks, I ground against her. Only when I was entirely limp, when the aftershocks of her pussy had battered my cock into total submission, did I slip out.

My forehead fell to her shoulder as I caught my breath.

“Stay,” she said.

“Okay,” I said. Not that I’d been thinking about moving.

“No, I mean stay the night.”

Yes, yes. “Yes,” I said. I did move, then, to lead her to the bed and tuck her in. After a brief but necessary trip to the bathroom, I slipped into bed beside her. The sheets were cool but her body was warm. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and my legs around her waist, tight so she couldn’t get away. In only seconds, I slept.

I opened groggy eyes to a dark room and a beautiful woman mounting me.

“Hi,” Melissa whispered.

Her warmth engulfed my already erect cock. My eyes slid shut again as I lay back and let her ride.