The Slave
This story is COPYRIGHT 2006, all rights reserved.
As she strapped my wrists firmly to the beam above my head, I felt my cock rising to attention at the thought of being used for her pleasure. I felt her nails dragging sensually across my back and ass and tingles spread through my skin. I throbbed with excitement as she spread my legs wider, fixing my ankles to a spreader bar to keep them apart.
“You’ve been such a very naughty slave” she growled playfully at me, her eyes staring deeply into mine. I dropped my gaze to my feet, nodded and whispered a quiet “Yes Mistress”
Her fingers tickled my balls now, gently caressing my bare skin and moving to stroke my cock. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to become more aware of my bonds and to feel more keenly the firmness of her touch.
She moved away from me and I heard her cross the room behind me. There was a table of instruments laid out there, with various floggers, paddles and toys. I stood there, tied and helpless, legs spread apart, and I knew that she would soon be spanking me, causing my ass to get warm and red while my cock and balls swelled with desire.
Earlier today we had been laying in bed together after a particularly wild sex session, and while relaxing in the afterglow covered in sweat I forgot my place and didn’t address her as Mistress. At times it was too easy to lapse into our more ordinary real life routine and forget the rules bound around our luscious sessions of kink. We were just your everyday couple who really loved to have fun in the bedroom.
I felt something smooth and firm against my ass and grew slightly nervous when I recognized it as the leather tip on our riding crop. I fought not to clench the cheeks of my ass as she stroked the bottom of them where they met the tops of my thighs. Taking one hand, she gripped one cheek and spread me wide, now teasing and circling the puckered mouth of my ass. I trembled, but not with any fear, just pure sexual energy. My cock pulsed enormously in front of me and I thrilled at the idea of being punished. I always enjoyed being put in my place.
Her hands disappeared from my body and for a moment I thought she had changed her mind on what instrument to use to carry out my punishment when the first stroke fell against my skin. I couldn’t help but jump as it was unexpected, but it only stung for a quick second. Again she lashed me, this time a little harder and I was careful to be still in my bondage. She warmed my skin with many strokes of the riding crop, and the kiss of the leather tip was leaving spots that tingled. I was so hard, I thought I might actually begin to cum when she moved to stand in front of me.
“Oh my, but look how horny my slave is!” she clucked in mock disapproval at me.
Her hand took a very firm grip on my cock and she began to stroke me up and down. I struggled to not show pleasure but she knew how terribly turned on I was, and she continued to jerk me off. I felt my cock and balls getting larger and harder in her hands and every breath I took made it pulse with blood.
“I want you to cum for me slave, NOW!” she demanded and at that I felt a huge rush of cum spurting out of my cock. I shuddered with my wrists still above my head, my ankles spread harshly apart and thrilled at how easily she had brought me to orgasm. I filled her palm with a white sticky load and she smiled.
“What should we do about a slave that gets his Mistress all dirty like this?” she inquired, and I knew that soon I would find out.