Loading...At the front door to the gym I looked to my left for no reason at all and espied a young woman dressed in a black pant suit walking toward me with plastic bags in her hands. It had been some time since I did something nice for someone and so I waited. She was the club’s receptionist and waiting for her was a small price to pay for the view I received.
I took in her beauty, capturing it with my photographic memory: she is petite and top heavy, with short brown hair and blonde highlights, a sort of messy look that reminds me of the sexy biker dyke donning a 12″ strap on cock and who gets off on humiliating inadequate husbands when they find out she plows their wives better than they do.
Just before she got within talking distance, I managed to get a look at her feet. Red painted nails led the procession, encased in open toed shiny black high heeled shoes. A lovely sight but I knew I was out of time and just as I looked up again, we made eye contact. I was caught but how could she know what I was doing and so somehow with charm and sophistication and I swung the door open and said “are you headed this way?”
“Yes, thank you.” She said and smiled broadly. “Today must be my lucky day,” she said and walked past me. It happened quickly but I managed a brief glimpse of the top half of her wonderfully large breasts through the opening of the unbuttoned top she wore. “Why is that did you win the lottery?”
She giggled, “No silly, you opened the door for me.”
As I stepped into the club’s innocuous entryway, I said “you’re welcome.”
She stopped in her tracks and turned to say calmly “Thank you,” she said.
“No problem.”
She turned to walk down the long narrow hallway that leads into the main reception area and the rest of the club. Our fitness club is boutique style and resides in a strip shopping mall. It is high end and all the employees are young, attractive and dressed in black. If I lack motivation to workout there is always the sight of a friendly young female attendant to stir my interest.
At a respectable distance, I followed the receptionist down the hallway. She’s every bit attractive at the back as the front and I forgot about the dyke image and focused on her ass. It moved side to side with each step she took. As her heels clicked the floor, I wondered if she wore them to entice attention on her ass or her feet and I told myself if I ever got a chance to have either I’d probably blow it by picking both. Man those toes are sexy but that ass, well that’s just inspires sin.
Just as the hallway opened up to a larger room, she looked over her shoulder and caught me staring at her ass.
“I really appreciate you opening the door for me. Give me a second I need to take these bags to the guys and then I’ll be back.”
I wondered if she wanted me to wait and for what? Of course, as I approached the reception desk, I readied my card and slid it through the reader until it beeped. Then, as though on automatic pilot, I grabbed a lock and headed for the locker room before I realized she wanted me to wait. By then it was too late. I needed to stow my belongings and meet my trainer.
My workout was tough. My trainer was waiting to turn up the intensity level since the last time, when I complained that the workouts weren’t tough enough here. He worked me hard and gave me little rest between sets, but then that’s part of the service I pay for. Someone to guide my exercise, coach me through the toughest parts and be firm about not letting me quit. After the workout, we shook hands and agreed to another session in two days. I was feeling euphoric now because I made it through his regimen and felt the accomplishment sink in.
On my way out of the club, it was 9 pm and she was seated at her desk reading a Brangelina story. “You didn’t wait for me,” she said playfully and smiling. “I wanted to give you this.” She handed me a folded piece of paper. “Go ahead and look.”
I took the paper and began unfolding it while looking at her. She sat upright in anticipation of capturing the happy look a gift recipient often displays upon opening a nice present. Her smile was warm and inviting and contagious and I found myself letting go and smiling back as I fumbled with the paper and the numerous folds she had made with it.
When it was completely unfolded, I looked down to see something handwritten in red ink. As I began to read it, I heard a sharp intake of air and then a slow exhale but I didn’t look up until I had read the message three times. On it, she had written:
Your waiting at the door for me and letting me go in ahead of you was gentlemanly and kind. Catching you looking at my ass made me wet. I am wondering if you would share your naughty thoughts about seeing me naked and all the things you want to do for me. Let’s get kinky tonight and fuck our brains out. Mistress Jenn.
When I looked up again, I noticed her lips were glossier looking. A man came out of his office and headed out the door, “night Jenn,” he said. “Good night sir,” she said to him while never breaking our eye contact.
I flipped the sheet over and placed it on the counter and then grabbed a pen from the cup on her desk. On it I wrote my response. ‘Unbutton your top all the way, remove your bra and put it in your purse then walk out with me and follow me home. I want to shower first.’
When I was done writing, I pushed the paper toward her and she leaned forward to read it. Without hesitation, she smiled and looked up at me with her lips parted. Her hands moved up to her middle button and she undid it and the remaining two. She looked into my eyes and I felt her mischief touch me as she unhooked her bra from the front. After she pulled it forward and free, she opened her purse and pushed it inside. It was a small purse and did not provide adequate space for the addition of her bra so she withdrew it and looked up at me again with mischief written on her face.
She rose from her chair and met me on the other side of her desk. I stood calmly, hoping she would not see the erection tenting my gym shorts but she saw it and smiled wider. Locking eye contact with me she closed the gap between us and stuffed her bra in my shorts. “You carry it and follow me.”
Outside the club, she locked the door and then turned to face me. Pulling her shoulders back opened her vest slightly, giving me a sexy view of her ample chest and smooth skin. “I’m in the black Corvette,” she said. “Follow me now and keep up.”
“I thought we were going to my place.”
“First let’s go to mine.” Then she turned and walked to her car. I followed her and said “I’m in the Lexus that’s parked next to you. Let me get your door.”
After opening her car door, Mistress Jenn patted my tenting shorts and said “I like that you’re not afraid to publicly demonstrate you have an erection.” I looked down and then attempted to cover and maybe pull it back to rest upright alongside me. “Uh, uh, uh,” she began, “I said I like it just the way it is. Are you embarrassed now? Your face is quite red.”
I looked into her eyes and nodded. She slid off her jacket and tossed it into her car and then she pulled open her white top and exposed her naked breasts to me. “Do you like?” she asked. I nodded again. “Bend over the door without touching it and kiss my nipples.” To comply, I held my wrists behind my back for counterbalance and bent forward until my lips lightly grazed her right pink nipple. She smelled lovely and I kissed her nipple once, then again and then I opened my lips a little more and suckled her into my mouth. “Mmm, that’s it. You can’t help yourself can you? I said kiss them and yet you are already suckling me.”
I lifted off her nipple and apologized. Her hand covered the back of my head and she pulled me down again “I forgive you this time, now do my other one the same way.”
Her hand remained on the back of my head this time as I dove forward for her other nipple. After kissing it twice, I sucked it past my lips. It tasted just as sweet as the other and I lovingly tongued and lipped her nipple until it was fantastically erect.
Lights washed over us and Jenn quickly withdrew herself from my mouth and sat in her car. I looked forward and saw a security car driving into the parking lot. I shut her car door and she started its engine. The window rolled down and she said “come here.” I stepped forward and got as close as I could without touching her car. As the patrol car drove past us, she said “I like men who give me what I want. Those are the men who get to fuck me when I’m horny.”
“I want to fuck you Jenn.”
“I know you do. Call me Mistress Jenn.”
“What do you want from me?”
“An open mind and your willingness to explore new things, sexual things and what not.” She smiled demurely.
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay? Is that all you think it takes to fuck me?” she said with anger in her voice.
“Uh, no, I just meant I’m willing to give you my open mind and explore new things.”
“Call me Mistress Jenn when you respond to me, okay?” Her tone softened.
“Uh, okay Mistress Jenn.”
She smiled. “I like the way you say my name.”
“Thank you Mistress Jenn.”
“What’s your name?”
“Bob.”
“Do you have a wife or girlfriend Bob?”
“No.”
She smiled. “Good. Now hand me your gym shorts and underwear and then follow me home.” She stuck her hand out and I just looked at it and then back at her. “Do you want to fuck me Bob?” I nodded. “Then take your keys and wallet and give me your shorts and underwear.” She stretched her hand out and grasped my cock. “Mmm, I think you’ve gotten harder. Does my attitude turn you on Bob?”
“Yes Mistress Jenn.”
“I knew it would. I’ve been watching you, listening to you as you prance around the gym. I know what you are Bob but I don’t think you do. If you play along you’ll find out who you really are.” She licked her lips sweetly and provocatively before speaking again. “You know Bob, I think a man fucks a lot harder and longer after a woman dominates him. Do you care to find out?”
“Yes Mistress Jenn, I want to find out.”
“Ask me to take your shorts and underwear Bob?”
I looked at Mistress Jenn. Her eyes willed me to tug at the top of my shorts and she smiled like the Cheshire cat as she watched my hand obey. “That’s it Bob, you know you want to drive your car with your cock exposed. Ask Mistress Jenn for permission.”
The seduction of her voice got to me. As she talked to me, I could feel her own lust enrapture me. The truth of it all was that I wanted to fuck this woman the more I listened to her. The truth in what she said about me, about wanting to be bottomless in the car washed over me like a blanket of lust and it was then that I reached into my pockets and withdrew my wallet and keys. Caught in the moment, I announced “Mistress Jenn, may I please give you my underwear and gym shorts so I can drive with my cock exposed?”
“Look at me Bob,” she said. Her top was pulled all the way open and she was cupping her right breast in one hand and stroking its nipple with her other hand. She looked down and then up at me again and smiled. “You can have this body, do you know that?”
“Not really.” I said.
“I don’t normally take men home and let them fuck me Bob. But I’m making an exception with you because I think you have potential to serve me. Do you know what that means?”
“No.”
“It means I’m looking for a sex slave. Someone who is aroused by obeying me and eventually fucks me in the manner I demand.” When she finished speaking her words lingered in my mind and her eyes bore right into my soul.
“Mistress Jenn, I have an erection that feels more powerful than I have felt in a long time. May I please take off all my clothes and give them to you so that I am naked when I walk back to my car and when I drive it to follow you home.”
Mistress Jenn smiled broadly. “Hand me your wallet and keys.”
Without thinking I handed them over. “Now take off your clothes, including your shoes. In 10 seconds, I was standing naked outside her car door with my clothes and shoes bundled under my arm. She handed me my keys and opened my wallet. “Is the address on your driver’s license correct?” I nodded. “I grew up on that street. My parents live a few doors down from you.” She smiled again.
“I don’t want your stinky clothes. Put them in the back of your SUV and then get in. Follow me; I’ll take you to your home.” With that she rolled up her window and backed her car out of its parking space. Suddenly, my nudity was so much more exposed and I turned to my SUV and threw the clothes in the back then circled the car and got into the driver’s seat. After the engine turned over, I paused for a moment to consider what I had just done. Fortunately, the cover of night was upon us and the parking lot was virtually empty. She honked her car horn, jolting me from my thoughts and I backed out of my space and got in line behind her.
We made it home in just a few minutes. She drove into my driveway and motioned me alongside her. With our windows down, her car was well below my line of sight and so I offered to step out of the car and come around to face her. She actually declined my offer and suggested I park in my garage and then come out to her car for further instruction.
Once my car was safe in my garage, I shut the big rolling door and then scooted underneath it and walked forward. Her car seemed further away than when I drove past her and so I walked gingerly on the pebbly driveway toward her car. When I got to within 10 feet, she turned on the high beams and honked her horn. I covered up my privates and stepped into the shadows, outside of the lighted path of her high beams. Her window was down when I walked up to her door.
“How’s your hard on?” she asked matter-of-factly. “Is it still hard for me?”
I looked down. “It’s semi hard.”
“Stroke it for me. Get it hard and keep it hard. I don’t fuck limp men.”
She spoke boldly. It turned me on just to hear her talk to me like this. She was probably 20 years younger than me and yet she knew exactly what to say and how to say it to get a rise out of me. My cock was already growing hard again as I reached down to stroke it.
“That’s it bitch, stroke that cock for your Mistress.”
I looked at Mistress Jenn, who was looking straight into my eyes. “I can’t see you. Stand in front of the car and stroke your cock for me.”
“I can’t, the neighbors will see.”
“Fine, I guess I’ll be going.” I heard the shifter move and saw the car start to go in reverse.
“No, wait.” The car moved back and to the right a little so that its headlights now cast directly onto me. I couldn’t help myself and I stroked for her without moving away from the light. Her mischief turned me on and I closed my eyes and inserted Mistress Jenn into the image of one of my fantasies as I stroked for her amusement.
In my fantasy, she is dressed in a black suit jacket and hot pants with thigh high red boots. The heels are pointed and long and the outer sole is thick. She appears taller when wearing them and as I am lying on the floor, she stands between my legs, towering over me. In the fantasy, I am stroking for her with her permission and she steps forward and presses her big soled boot onto my balls. The pressure is light but at any moment she could press her full weight on me and I would scream. Still, I stroke and make my cock expand to the fullest for her. It’s what she demands and I do it to avoid the ball crushing she is setup to execute if I fail her.
Lost in fantasy with my eyes shut, I stroke for the real Mistress Jenn while standing buck naked in my own driveway. Her car’s headlights illuminate my every move and even though neighbors might see, they probably don’t and besides that I don’t care anymore. This is real life naughty play. Something I’ve wanted ever since I can remember and with a lovely young woman who really wants to use me. There’s no way in hell I’m blowing this now. I stroked hard for her when I heard her car door slam shut I opened my eyes.
She walked up to me and said “god damn, you’re making me so fucking wet. Do you think you could kneel right here and eat me out?”
“Wow, may I please?” I asked and got down on my knees in front of her. I winced under the pressure of the pebbly surface as it pressed into my knees. Her pants were undone already and she pushed them to her hips and then turned away from me and said, “Pull them down my thighs and then put your face between my cheeks and taste me bitch.”
As I followed her request, she bent forward at the waist and her privates opened right up. I was so turned on, I dove right in. My nose tip landed on her anus and my tongue darted into her pussy. She was wet beyond belief and tasted every bit as good as she looked. If this is what submission is then I’m in heaven and will remain here for an eternity as long as I can swallow Mistress Jenn’s sweet cream.
As I tongued her, I couldn’t help myself. She tasted so fucking good that I began touching her ass cheeks with both hands. At first I simply caressed each cheek and gradually, I pried them open and pressed my face further into her. When I was able to get my mouth completely sealed over her opening, I stretched my tongue out as far as possible and in that very moment Mistress Jenn’s hand found the back of my head and she said as she pulled me into her, “let your hands fall to the side Bob and then hold them behind your back, but keep eating me out. Your Mistress loves your eager tongue.” Her breathing grew shallow as she ground herself onto my willing mouth.
My knees were giving way to the pressure of kneeling on my pebbly driveway and soon I was moving around so much Mistress stood up and said “what’s the matter, bitch can’t you stay still and eat?”
“My knees hurt.”
“I see. Well is that cock hard?”
“Yes Mistress Jenn. It’s very hard.”
“Rise to your feet bitch and stand next to me.”
I rose as she commanded and felt light headed. I put my hand out to brace myself upon her shoulder and she said “what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m sorry Mistress. I’m feeling weak from my workout and I think I need to drink some water.”
She grabbed my cock and stroked it while looking into my eyes. “Do you like what I’m doing?”
I nodded. “Yes, your hand feels wonderful and your attitude with me is sexy as hell.”
“I think you can wait a little longer. Don’t you?” Before I answered she continued, “Have you ever been pissed on by a woman Bob?”
“No.”
“I pissed on a man in a few weeks ago at the request of his dominant. It would be so hot if you were to ask me to piss on you right here in your driveway.” She stroked my cock and stepped in so close that her bare breast touched my rib cage. “Your cock is nice and hard, it would be a shame to let this go to waste. What do you think?”
“I’m so turned on Mistress Jenn. I can’t help myself. .”
“That’s a boy Bob. Ask me permission to get back on your knees and be my toilet.”
She stroked my cock hard and squeezed it firmly. “May I kneel at your feet Mistress Jenn and offer myself as your human toilet?”
“Yes, do it. Do it now bitch. On your knees and open that mouth,” she exalted.
I knelt at her feet and winced as the pain shot through my knees and beyond. The eroticism was intense and I opened my mouth and merely waited as she removed her shoes and then her pants and panties. I was amazed. She was really going to piss on me and without further delay she mounted my open mouth and pissed. The flow was voluminous and overwhelming. I chugged and choked as more and more of it streamed into my open mouth and down the sides of my chin. Her piss was hot as it shot out of her and then it cooled as it trickled over my chin and down my chest and onto my crotch. It splashed as it hit the driveway and within 30 seconds it was all over. It was my first time to be pissed on and it turned me on so much that I looked up and said “what do I have to do to do that again?”
She laughed and said “serve me ice water and keep my glass full.” I laughed too and she said “god that was hot. I loved pissing into your mouth, christening it with my piss. I’m going to use you as my toilet again and again. Do you know that? Stroke your cock and show me you want to be my toilet.”
I stroked my cock. It was still hard. In fact its state had not changed other than it might have gotten harder in the time that she pissed on me and then afterward as she expressed her lust to me. “Would you like to come inside my house?”
“What for?” she asked.
“So I can serve you iced water.”
“Absolutely. Let’s go.” She pulled her pants up and followed me to the back side of my house. It was nice to be upright again but the pebbly surface of my driveway made me walk gingerly until we reached the smooth slate of my back door patio.
Inside, Mistress Jenn said “on your knees bitch.” it was so exciting to hear her talk to me this way that I just did it. The wood floor was hard and smooth but my knees were already sore from the driveway and I wasn’t sure how long I’d last. So, for relief, I moved to all 4s. “Oh, are you a little doggy?” she asked.
I turned to look up at her. “Yes Mistress.” I wiggled my ass for her and smiled. She laughed and said “Good boy, that’s a good boy.” And she patted my head and then she squatted down next to me and cupped my chin in her hand. Turning my gaze toward her face, she leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue pressed right past my lips and she Frenched me hard for several seconds and then stopped. “Rollover on your back like a submissive doggy and show me that cock.”
I flopped over and lay on the floor on my back. Mistress Jenn stepped between my legs and lifted her right foot and placed the bottom of her shoe on my cock. The flat of her sole was smooth while the pointed tip of her heel hovered over my balls. I gulped as she began to speak “You have a nice home, I’d like a tour a little later.”
“Anything you want,” I said.
“Ssh!, If I want to hear your voice I’ll let you know.” She paused for measure and I said nothing. She applied a little more pressure on my cock with her foot and then said “Good boy, I’m glad we got that settled. I like being in control. When we’re alone together, I will be in control or we won’t play ever again. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress Jenn.”
“Good,” she pressed her heel onto my ball sac. Fortunately it was just the sac and not an actual testicle. “Do you think you could cum if I masturbated you like this with my shoe?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Has your man pussy ever been heel fucked?”
“No Mistress.”
“But if I did it you would let me wouldn’t you?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I like how cooperative you are with me. Is it because you want to fuck me and you think if you just say yes that I’ll let you?”
“I don’t know Mistress.” I wondered how she knew so much as I felt my face flush red.
“Well I want you to know I’m serious. Lift your legs. I’m going to sodomize you with my heel right now so that you understand I mean what I say.”
I looked into her eyes. “Get those legs up and reach down to pry your cheeks open.”
“Can I have some lube first?”
She smiled and said “You’re right. You’re probably dry down there because of inexperience.” She stepped over my thigh and then up toward my head. She stuck her shoe in my face and said “lick and suck on the heel until it’s lubed up to your satisfaction.” She laughed whole-heartedly.
The sole of her foot was black and inches from my face. I could see and smell all the dirt that had accumulated on her shoe and yet as she spoke from her towering position over me I knew there was only one thing to do. I opened my mouth and when she saw that she guided her heel into it. “There you go Bob, that’s a good doggy. Lick your momma’s heel.”
There really wasn’t any taste as much as the smell of the ground she had walked on. The degrading act had its impact on me though because my cock remained hard as I licked and sucked her heel. Mistress had great balance on one foot as she ministered her heel in and out of my mouth in a pumping motion. When I reached up and helped steady her foot with my hands, I was able to suck more of her 5-inch heel into my mouth. “Oh my, you really want to suck my heel. It’s like a cock isn’t it. Do you want to suck cock for me doggy Bob?”
“Uh huh,” I moaned and continued sucking and licking her heel. By now a healthy amount of my saliva had transferred to her heel and her timing was impeccable. “I think that’s enough. Now tell me where you want to feel my heel next and I’ll consider it.”
“In my ass?” I asked.
“I don’t’ know is that where you want it doggy?”
I nodded. “God, you’re keeping me wet. Let’s do it” she said with enthusiasm. Turn over and pry your ass open.” When I did what she asked, she said “hump the floor doggy. Show me how badly you want to have sex with me.”
She is wicked. Her deviance knows no bounds. Spotlighting me naked on my own driveway and pissing on me was simply the beginning and I loved every moment of it. Humping the floor didn’t seem like that big of a deal compared to everything else and so I complied. The rub was dull however so I attempted to lift my ass up and lightly trace my cock across the floor to see if that made it feel any better. It wasn’t dull this way but there wasn’t enough friction to cum either. Still, her presence and the allure of getting to fuck this hot young woman kept me hard as a rock.
“Are you my bitch?”
“Yes Mistress Jenn. I am your bitch.”
“Then reach back and pry your cheeks open for me bitch.”
My cock pressed hard against the floor as I reached back to pry my cheeks open and waited. She kicked one of my legs to make me spread wider and then she kicked the other one and said “spread your legs for me bitch. I like a lot of room when I’m heel fucking a grown man.”
After my legs were sufficiently spread wide, and my cheeks were pried open, she hocked up her saliva and spit on my waiting ass hole. She spat several times and I felt it pool on top of my anus. She has goodness in her after all. A heartless bitch would have sodomized me dry and used my blood as lubricant. I was glad to know she was the caring kind even though she put up a convincing front otherwise.
Lying on the floor with my ass lubed and cheeks pried open, I remained hard and attempted to continue humping the floor. “That’s a good boy Bob. Keep humping the floor to show me how horny you are for me.” Her shoe pressed onto my cheeks and then her heel kissed my anus. She lightly pressured the heel, moving it in a circular fashion. With more pressure each second it felt like a rough instrument was being forced inside me. Discomfort from the hard floor’s dull feeling on my cock combined with the fear of dreadful heel penetration began to take its toll. But that eternity lasted only a few moments. Finally, her heel popped through my anus and into the dark tunnel below.
“Ow,” I yelled. She paused on the pressure. The heel wasn’t lubed enough and its edged shape felt as though it were cutting into me. “It’s hardly inside you. Just relax so I can push more in.” With that on the table, she pressed again and I yelled again. “Ow! Fuck!” She stopped and pulled her foot away. “Okay, that’s enough of that. She stepped away from me and into the light. Then she lifted her leg, bending it at the knee as if doing a leg curl and looked at the heel. “Come here bitch and lick your shit off my heel.”
“Fuck that.” I got up on my feet and felt dizzy and fell upon the kitchen counter. “I’ll wash your heel with a wet paper towel but I’m not going eat shit for you or anyone else.”
Her smile disarmed my anger. “Okay.” She said agreeably.
It felt great to be standing again and I found a paper towel and wetted it at the sink. When I turned around, she handed me her shoe. “Be careful with it. Not too much water okay?” Her tone had changed back to the sweet receptionist and I wondered if that meant she would be leaving soon.
“You’re the first woman I’ve had here since my wife died.” I told her. “Would you like to stay and talk, get to know each other.”
“Absolutely. How long ago did she die?”
“Three years ago.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you.”
“You’ve not had a girlfriend in that time.”
“Not really. I’ve dated but didn’t bring anyone home. Just wasn’t ready.”
“And now look at you. You’ve got a woman much younger than you. I could be your daughter and you let me piss on you and heel fuck you. What do you have to say for yourself?
I finished wiping her heel. There was no sign of shit on it at any time but I felt better that I knew it was clean in case she stuck it in my mouth again. “I’m so turned on, I could fuck all night long and not lose my erection.”
“Do you have any rope?”
“Yes, there is some out in the shed.”
“Go get it and meet me in your bedroom.”
“Do you know where it is?”
“I’ll find it.”
“It’s upstairs.”
“Good tip. Now get going and bring a sharp knife.”
When I returned to the house with the rope, I grabbed a utility knife from a kitchen drawer and headed upstairs. My skin was sticky with new perspiration from the warm evening air on top of the dried perspiration from my workout at the gym. I needed a shower and hoped she would let me have one before we made love.
She was waiting in the bedroom, topless and standing off to the side next to a duffel bag I didn’t recognize. Still dressed in her pants, though they were also still undone at the waist, she looked dominantly sexy. My cock jutted forward in appreciation.
“I went to my car to retrieve this bag while you were busy getting the rope. How long is it?”
“I don’t know,” I said and uncoiled it. “Maybe 15 feet.”
“Wonderful. You are so resourceful. You have a wonderful body for someone your age. How old are you again?”
“44”.
“You are very fit. Better than some guys my age. Much better than most men your age.”
“Thank you, I work hard.”
“I know you do. I’ve watched you at the gym. You don’t cheat on your exercises. I like that. How are you enjoying our fun? Are you having fun?”
“Absolutely.” I used her word without thinking and then wondered about it as I paused.
She smiled. “Are you ready to learn the purpose of the rope?”
“Yes Mistress Jenn.”
“Hand me the knife and rope and go get me that iced water you promised. I’m thirsty.”
I ran down the stairs to the kitchen and decided to fill my own glass of iced water along with one for Mistress Jenn. I gulped down two full glasses and then filled it a third time and the one for her and then I went back upstairs. When I returned, she had cut the rope into four equal lengths and one unequal length. “Here’s a glass for you,” I said and handed it to her.
“Thank you Bob.” She drank about a 1/3 of it and said “I love iced water. It’s so refreshing.”
“Yeah, I had two full glasses down stairs. I was really thirsty.”
“So you have washed my piss from your breath?”
“Uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that.”
“It’s okay. I’m going to piss down your throat at least once more before I leave.”
I couldn’t help it. Her mischief and the promise she made caused me to stroke my cock.
“Why don’t you lay on the bed?” she said and drank another 1/3 from her glass.
Once on the bed she had me spread my legs and put my arms above my head against the head board. “I want to tie you to the bed posts. Will you let me?”
“I’ve never done that. I’ve never done any thing like we’ve done tonight. I’m so turned on Mistress Jenn, I can’t help it. Yes. I want you to tie me down to my bed.”
She smiled. “You are so fun Bob. Do you know that?” She got on the bed with me and sucked my cock into her mouth and all the way into her throat. She gave me several full suck swallow motions before lifting up and declaring “mmm, your sweaty cock tastes wonderful.”
“Wow.” I said and decided she’s not interested in me showering anytime soon.
She straddled my chest and slung one of the rope lengths around my right wrist and then threaded the rope into a convenient hole in the middle of my headboard. Then she brought the rope end through an adjacent hole and secured it to the other end. Now my right wrist was securely bound to the headboard. She did the same with my left wrist and now both arms were held above my pillow.
She scooted down my body and when her crotch was above my crotch she ground herself against my cock and moaned. “I love grinding a hard cock Bob. You feel so fuckin hard too lover. She leaned down and French kissed me hard. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I tried to wrap her in my arms but couldn’t. I fought the ropes as I pressed my tongue into hers but there was simply no give and so I gave up the struggle.”
She paused in her kiss and then she raised herself upright again. Her ass cheeks hugged my cock in this position and I thrust it upward hoping for more friction. She smiled at what I was doing but then said, “This is a really good quality rope. It’s soft and non abrasive yet sturdy and tied correctly it leaves little room for escape.” She giggled and then ground crotch down hard against my waiting cock. I winced a little under the pressure and then she eased up and turned around to face my feet. Her pink panties were the see through kind and her little white ass looked cute.
In just a few minutes she had both my legs spread wide and tied to the posts on the footboard. “Your bed is perfect for this. My other subs are cheap. I can see us spending a lot of quality time together. What do you think?”
“I’d like that.”
Mistress Jenn pulled her panties off and held the bunched up material at my lips. With her eyes boring into mine she willed me to open up. Then she stuffed them crotch first into my mouth. I sucked in her juices as she pressed my jaw up and said “hold them there. If you can’t, I brought some duct tape.”
I nodded and continued sucking on her panties. My cock was harder than ever in anticipation of going inside this beautiful woman. But soon I found that desire would have to wait a little longer as Mistress Jenn rose on her knees and knee-walked along side me until her crotch was directly above my mouth. “Close your mouth bitch. Mistress wants to mark you with her scent.” Then she proceeded to rub her wet pussy onto my nose and all over my face. Her scent was lovely and I enjoyed her enthusiastic rubbing. It was not at all slimy, just a little sticky. But it didn’t bother me.
The next thing she did was slide her pussy down my chest and onto my waiting cock. In one motion she impaled herself on it. but she did not stop there. After she reached my base, she attempted to move beyond by lifting her ass up slightly and forcing my erection to move downward with her pussy. The level of discomfort was beyond compare and I yelled “ow” through her panty. She paused and leaned down to whisper “sorry baby, I just wanted to find your almost breaking point.” She laughed in my ear and then licked the inside of it. “You smell yummy. I love smelling my scent on a slave’s face. It makes me horny as hell.”
As she spoke she eased herself down to a comfortable angle and tightened her pussy to hold my cock in place inside her. She moved slowly up and down my stiff pole and the feeling she gave me was joyously wonderful. I relaxed beneath her while my hard cock was ridden by this young, magnificent woman. I closed my eyes and went with the flow.
Mistress leaned down on top of me. Her full weight was no more noticeable than a feather. Yet her warmth was reassuring and her heart beat thumped against mine like we were telling each other I like you. Mistress kissed my neck and then lipped it, sucking the skin gently into her mouth. Even the initial teething she gave me was cute until she stopped and said “bite down on my panties while I bite down on your neck. I’m going to mark you so that everyone who knows me will know you belong to me.” Then, without hesitation, she went for it. I bit down hard on the panty and Mistress Jenn bit down hard on me. My screams were mostly muffled and my teeth gnashed together while Mistress bit me. She let up on the tension and sucked on it some more and then without warning she bit into me again. She repeated her biting and sucking well into the night. Each time she bit me, I also noticed she fucked herself harder on my cock. The friction she created was incredible and it got to the point where I could live with the biting as long as the friction was on my cock. Of course when she lipped my pore neck, her pussy slowed so that there was very little friction and this was nice but not orgasm-bound.
She lifted herself up and then reached over to my bedside table and pushed the button on my lamp. The light cast a shadow and she turned to me and said “you need better lighting in here bitch. I can’t see my mouth work on your neck very well, but I think it will bruise up nicely and people will notice it and wonder.” Her words sank in as she re-attached her pussy to my cock.
Although I didn’t smile outwardly, my cock responded favorably to her by throbbing inside her. “Ooh,” she said, “your cock jumped inside me.” She smiled broadly and looked into my eyes as her head descended upon me. We were face to face, noses touching and her lips hovering over mine. Her pussy gripped my cock like a fisted glove and I let myself throb and thrust within her. We picked out a mutually satisfying rhythm as both our hips thrust in turn with the other. Mistress Jenn whispered “This is so exciting. I love your cock inside me Bob. It feels so good I want to do something extra wicked…” she paused and kissed me softly on the lips. We traded small kisses and then she said “I won’t unless you want me to.”
She put her fingers to my mouth and when I opened up she extracted the panty. It was wet and gross and she flung it to the floor. “Guess I’m going home cammo tonight,” she giggled. I laughed too. That was funny. “Thank you,” I said. “I enjoyed tasting your panties.”
“I’m so tempted to make your hickey a permanent mark Bob. I want to do it while you cum inside me. What do you think?”
“Please don’t hurt me.”
“Aww, are you afraid.”
“No. I’m turned on, but permanent would be better if I got to know you better.”
“You’re probably right. I’ll wait.”
“Thank you.”
She got up off of me and her pussy made a popping sound as she withdrew herself from my cock. When she got off the bed, I wondered if our evening was over already but didn’t dare speak yet.
She unzipped her duffel back and extracted a chain and then she came back to the bed. There, she bent down and sucked one of my nipples and then the other and then after that she attached a clamp to each nipple. “Ow, whoa, that hurts. Jesus!” I exclaimed.
“Relax darling. They’re just nipple clamps. They look great on you.” She straddled my cock again and sank down on it. Her warm wet pussy felt wonderful and the friction she created for us turned up my lust another notch. The harshness of the clamp’s bite was diminishing now and then she said, “I love riding a stiff cock and pulling on the chain when it’s in my mouth.” She bent forward and captured the chain links with her tongue and lips. Once it was in her teeth, she lifted her gaze forward just as she bucked harder on my cock. The tug at my nipples created another round of pain yet the friction of our sexes soon overwhelmed it.
“I’m going to cum Mistress Jenn.”
“You do it without permission and I’ll never speak to you again.”
“I can’t help it, you feel incredible. May I please cum for you Mistress Jenn?”
“Yes you may. Cum inside me bitch.”
Just as I hit the point of no return, I felt the cum flow through my shaft and in that split second before pure joy, Mistress lifted her head up sharply and pulled the clamps off my tender nipples. “Ow!” I screamed and came at the same time. Rope after rope of hot cum shot out of my cock and into Mistress Jenn’s wet velvet pussy. The feeling was simply incredible as far as my cock was concerned. My nipples on the other hand felt differently. They were reeling from the tearing sensation Mistress laid upon them.
As for Mistress Jenn, she seemed to enjoy the cock throbbing and cum spurting as well as the nipple torture. She rode me hard and told me to pump every thing I had inside her and then she rest momentarily laying her full body weight on top of me when she realized I my balls were empty. “That was fucking great,” she said to me and kissed my neck. “But we’re just getting started aren’t we?”
“Huh,” I said thinking I’m only good for one cum a night.
Having caught her breath and with renewed energy Mistress disengaged our sexes and climbed toward my face. With her dripping wet pussy inches from my lips, she said “get that tongue ready bitch, it’s time to clean me out,” and then she pressed herself onto my mouth.
I lapped her silly and Mistress ground herself upon my eager mouth. She tasted salty now. “That’s a good bitch. Eat your own cum out of me. Mmm, your tongue feels so good.”
Gobs of my white goo flowed out of her and onto my waiting tongue. I enjoyed the opportunity to eat her out again and to show my appreciation I swallowed everything that landed in my mouth. Of course, Mistress was busy humping my face and going where it felt good the most. As a result some cum actually smeared on my face but most of it went into my mouth. It didn’t really matter. I got to cum inside the hottest woman I’ve ever met so I was just fine with the way she wanted to celebrate.
“Oh yeah, right there baby,” Mistress said as she ground her clit onto my nose. “Mmm, that’s so nice. You’re gonna make me cum again. You’re such a good boy!’
Listening to Mistress Jenn was erotic and I felt my cock grow back to its heightened state. The pitch in her voice raised to an erotic shrill every other stroke and then at ever stroke as her orgasm drew near. When it hit, her body shook over me and a flood of girl cum poured out of her and splashed against my face. She drenched me. There was just no way to keep pace with the flood that descended upon me. Yet I lapped her juice like a thirsty dog empties his bowl as she rode out her wet orgasm upon my face.
Satiated for the moment, she fell to my side and rolled onto her back to recover her breathing. My face was completely wet and my cock was raging for attention. In between heavy breaths she managed to inform me that she was going to keep me around for a long time if I ate her out like that every time. That sentiment drove my cock even crazier and soon after I began thrusting into the open air.
“Mmm, yeah baby. I like how you’re showing me you are ready for more, she said as she sat up and climbed up on top of me again. In seconds we were re-attached again and she rode me up and down several strokes and then she bent forward and kissed me on the mouth again. “Your pillows are drenched and your face is soaking wet with my cum. Do you care?”
“Not in the least Mistress. I’m so turned on.”
“Good because I have something else to give you.” Then you she jumped off of me and onto the floor. I heard her rummage around in her duffle bag and when she returned, she mounted me again and then I felt something wrap around my neck. “I’m collaring you as my sex slave. You belong to me now. Do you understand?”
I nodded. “Not in the least but I want to learn.”
“I’m making you my permanent bitch. In public you will be my boyfriend. When we are at play you will be my bitch. You’ll learn the rest as we go. Right now I’m going to mark you as my bitch and then we’re going to fuck all night long.”
With that Mistress Jenn mounted my face again and I opened up and stuck my tongue into her pussy. To my surprise and delight, she unloaded her bladder. The hot liquid spilled into my throat and rose to the surface at my lips and then it overflowed onto my neck and chest and the rest of my bed. She peed with force and it rained down upon me as I swallowed what I could. When she finished, she moved down and impaled herself on my waiting cock. Then she kissed me and then she French kissed me. Her passion was incredible as she wildly snaked her tongue inside my mouth tasting her own piss on my breath. It was like we were making love except that I remained bound to the bed unable to hold her in my arms.
When I was ready to cum, I asked Mistress’ permission. Her reply was simply to move her mouth down to my cock swallow it. Her suck job pushed me further into oblivion and just as I hit the no return trail, I begged for permission like my life depended on it. I looked down at her and she simply nodded and emitted a muffled “uh huh” and just like that I filled her mouth with slave cream.
The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was Mistress’ mouth covering my cock.