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The Mistress This is dedicated to the Dominant Women Who are so kind to chat even a bit with me. You probably will never understand how helpful You all have been ... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i felt a brief stab of pain from my left knee even though Mistress had allowed me a thick folded towel to kneel upon. Mistress' 7-inch heels clicked upon the playroom's cherry wood floor as She walked around me. i spent all night cleaning and polishing every inch, and Mistress was examining my assignment. " I see My bitch didn't miss a spot, " She commented. i always kept my head bowed in Her presence unless otherwise instructed. i lived to see Her smile. To look into Her glorious blue eyes. To obediently brush Her thick satiny jet-black mane. To hope the lines of Her beautiful lips might lovingly whisper the few syllables of my name ... The sight of Her long luxurious legs, incredible physique, and beauty was more than i deserved. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i had been nobody, and nowhere, and felt like nothing. i took those feelings of all encompassing inadequacy and hammered and chiseled my<b> slender </font></b>nerdy body with exercise until i stood a lean muscled rail that could take no more. How did that Springsteen song go ? ... you end up like a that's been kicked too much ... 'til you spend half your life just covering up ... i'm certain an oblivious and self-depreciating attitude, camouflaged body language, side long glances from sleepless red-rimmed green eyes, under a mop of nothing brown hair, drove any interested party -- Female or Male -- away. i always thought They knew, They could tell ... It would take a certain type of person to drag ? coerce ? me out of the reverie of my thought-filled, internal, self-abusive dialogue ... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mistress captured me with a stolen kiss. A deep, heart-devouring, soul-possessing kiss of a Succubus. Exterminating any strength of character or resistance i may ever have had. It was in a college classroom. At the end of a lecture. A few days before i'd had the temerity to greet Her as She passed by -- heels clicking, tall and sleek -- in another building's hallway. i was ignored. Now She took the desk beside me, to the left. When class ended ? She rose and i naturally tucked my legs in to let Her pass. Instead, trapped in an awkward position, She dropped Her books on the desktop in front of me. She knew i would look up so met me half-way, slipping a hand behind my neck and firmly dropping Her full soft lips to mine. Parting Her lips, parting mine, Her tongue rushed to curl seductively in my mouth. The kiss lasted seconds. Hardly anyone noticed. She made certain i received a tongue-full of Her warm spit. Then W/we parted. my tired eyes looked at Her. She gave me the tiniest of pleased smiles, whispered, " Better swallow, " then pointed to Her books and said, " Bring them. " i followed Her out of the classroom across the campus to Her car. i opened the door for Her. She got in behind the steering wheel and without looking my way said, " Get in and be quiet, bitch. " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ i missed my afternoon class while naked, being collared, cuffed, fitted with a chastity device, and agreeing quietly to having my right ass-cheek tattooed with Her initials. Then Mistress examined my body. Strong warm and very attractive hands pressed and kneaded my flesh. Inspected the striated lines and furrows of my muscles. She learned how sensitive my nipples were; lubed fingers how tight my asshole was. All the while Mistress voiced concerns and orders : " ... get a hair-cut ... shave here and here more ... you have a nice cock for a bitch ... hmm, nice balls too ... good, nobody has fucked you ... yet. " i was not permitted to speak. Mistress lead me by a leash upstairs to Her bedroom where i knelt facing a corner while She disrobed and showered. It wasn't long before fingers hooked my collar ring to tug me crawling over to Her bed. i knelt as instructed while Mistress sat on the bed's corner. She was naked. Her -pack-abs glistened with moisture. Her breasts had small nipples, but were firm, athletic balls. She was more beautiful than ever. i may have gasped at the sight of Her ... like would at the glorious beauty of a fall day or the delicate grandeur of an incredible never-before-seen work of art. Mistress elegantly parted Her legs to display Her pussy. She was moist. Her pussy lips were prominent, as was Her clit. There was but a token rectangular patch of groomed hair above Her sex. Later i learned how sensitive and arousing it was for Her to feel those hairs lightly tongued, or combed with gentle fingers ... But now ? " you will lick and eat Me until i tell you to stop, understand bitch ? " i nodded and was allowed to ask if i could use my hands, fingers. " Yes, unless I tell you to stop what you're doing with them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ i always enjoyed the taste of a Woman's pussy, likening it to lightly salted honey. In fact, performing orally for a Woman was the ultimate turn-on for me. i kissed, licked, tongue-flicked, and fingered Mistress' beautiful pussy; and the chastity device caging my cock reminded me i was NOT allowed an erection. " Real Men have erections, bitch, " Mistress told me, snapping the device in place. i knew i had to concentrate on figuratively icing my penis while my tongue probed ever deeper into the steamy sweet recesses of Mistress' pussy. i nuzzled the hot swollen lips of Her vagina. Tongue-swirled and sucked Her erect, almost dick-like clit. i half closed my sleepy eyes, shivering slightly in the cool bedroom as Mistress' breasts rose and fell in the growing rhythms of pleasure. Now i instinctually slowed the pace of my exquisite attentions. i had been trained well, often punishingly whipped and kicked until i understood what to look for. i knew Mistress' body well enough to recognize those few almost mindless moments of sweet dark " pre-pleasure " before a climax were as precious to Her as the rush of oncoming orgasms. During these moments i did not even exist. Everything was what was happening inside and around Her pussy. And when i paused just a moment to blow softly at the curls of hair above Her trembling vagina ? i knew the moment had come. Sensations broke over Mistress' body like a tidal wave overwhelming a dam. She cried out again and then again. Twisting on the bed. Tangling Herself in the sheets. She pulled Her legs , knees almost to Her sweaty breasts, and spread Herself wide open. It was Her signal to me. i slid my hands the back of Her thighs to each knee joint, held Her legs firmly yet gently. Then leaned forward and, mouth open, " french-kissed-licked-tongued " Her pussy over and over and over again ... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Her cries of pleasure faded as the waves of sensation grew less and less powerful. These moments were also cherished by Mistress. Her trembling gradually subsided. Her breathing as well. i had leaned back, my training telling me that the slightest touch would actually ruin the moment. i held Her legs, then slowly let them down as Mistress finally collapsed into a gorgeous, sweaty, sexual ruin ... And i was nothing again. An empty thing. A possession. A piece of property. " Get out, bitch ... " i heard Mistress whisper softly, in fact gently. Somehow She found the key to my chastity device and tossed it at me, hitting me in the face. " Get out. Go home ... " ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The walk home was not far. i didn't mind. Really. in the coolish spring night i grasped my nothingness with something like a sense of pride. i couldn't have explained how i thought or felt to anyone who would have asked me ... How the fuck do you explain filling your emptiness with nothing ? |
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