Femdom fun (part 2)

She unbuttons my shirt eagerly, her fingers spreading over the skin that’s revealed as she kisses down my throat eagerly. She gives me a soft bite. “I know you won’t just give in and submit.”

            “Not me.” I agree, shrugging out of my shirt as she tosses it to a couch.

            Mistress grabs my belt and jerks me against her. Her nose brushes mine and I feel her lips move with every word. “I like a challenge. I want you to beg to have a taste of my pussy.”

            “Fuck,” I hiss the word as she jerks the belt from my pants and cracks it next to me.

            “You’ll beg me to fuck you, to let you cum, all of it. You’ll be so good for me and that will make the pleasure even better,” she promises. “What are you to call me?”

            “Mistress,” I say with a ragged breath.

            “Good boy,” she kisses me, sucking my bottom lip hard, then pushing her tongue between my lips.

            I’ve never been kissed like this. I’m used to doing it, to starting everything, but mistress licks along my tongue, sucks it, drags her fingernails down my arms until goosebumps rise in the wake of her touch.

            A groan leaves my throat. Mistress kisses me again and again, dragging her nails all over my body. Sometimes they’re as light as can be, spreading the aching need for touch through me, but then she digs in and drags, leaving red marks down my abs and arms. The mix of pleasure and pain is so overwhelming that I’m already hard and ready to go.

            The whole time, Mistress kisses and bites me, making it clear that she’s in charge of the kiss. When I try to touch her, she snatches my wrists, proving she’s in charge of the pacing as well.

            I let out a frustrated sound as the minutes pass and I’m still not allowed to touch her. When I draw back to say something, she lifts my arms and gets my wrists in the cuffs. It’s such a swift move that I don’t realize I’m trapped until I hear the click of the cuffs and feel the bite in my skin.

            Panting, I watch Mistress walk around me, stroking over my body. “Such a good boy already, I’m very pleased with you.”

            “Why can’t I touch you?”

            “You didn’t beg,” her answer is so simple, that I don’t have any room for argument.

            Mistress kisses along my back as her fingers undo my slacks. She drags them down my legs alongside my boxers. I glance at the door which is still open and turn away. “The door.”

            “I completely forgot,” she smirks at me. “You taste so good, it slipped my mind.”

            A groan answers. I look down and realize exactly how hard I am. I feel like I shouldn’t be. I’m not in control, I’m not the one calling the shots. I’m at her mercy, but here I am, harder than I’ve been in months from a kiss and some teasing.

            Mistress returns to me after closing the door and strokes along my cock with just her fingernail. I hiss between my teeth when she taps the head.

            “You are definitely a good toy to play with, aren’t you?” She muses.

            “I could serve you better if I had my hands,” I hint, trying to hint it would be in her favor.

            She kisses my chest and rubs herself against my cock while locking her leg around me. I can tell she’s wet. Her thighs are so soft and warm. I suck in a breath, but don’t look away from her. Mistress smiles. “You’re going to please me plenty just like this.”

            It sounds like a threat and some kind of sinful promise rolled into one. Heat skitters over my skin and threatens to destroy me right then and there.

            Mistress kisses and licks down my body, stopping just above my cock. “I don’t think you’ve earned my mouth yet.”

            Her breasts brush my cock anyway and just that drives me wild. Mistress looks up at me as she pulls me closer, digging her nails into my ass. “Convince me to blow you.”

            The words get caught in my throat. She pouts and stands up, takes off her dress, and reveals her nearly naked body. She has on a little black garter around one thigh, black ‘X’ pasties over her nipples, and the world’s smallest thong.

            Fucking hell, she’s stacked. Not only is she gorgeous with large breasts and an hour glass figure, she’s got muscle as well. My mouth waters as I think of every place I could lick, kiss, touch. There are so many positions I’d like to explore with her.

            “Fuck.”

            “Feel like begging yet?”

            “Let me fuck you. Spare the kink and let me make you moan,” it comes out rough and gravelly.

            She tsks at me and steps back, picking up the crop. She drags it over my body, so light and teasing that I shiver. She uses it to lift my chin so all I can do is look at her. “You’ve already forgotten your place, toy.”

            I should hate how she ruins my name, turning it into something mocking, but honestly, it’s so damn sexy that she wants me that I can’t even pretend to be angry. My heart is hammering so hard in my chest that I’m sure she can hear it.

            “Maybe I’ll have to convince you another way.”

            “Convince me?”

            She walks around me, then flicks the crop against my ass. The sting spreads across my body just in time for the next three that she litters over my ass, my thighs, and my back. She makes a soft sound in her throat. “You take the pain so well, good boy.”

            I pant, enjoying the rest from the intense stings. She presses a kiss to each one, then bites my ass hard. I groan and fist my hands.

            “Mmm. Your mouth tastes good, your skin tastes good. Your cock might be next if you’re good.”

            My cock taps my belly in response, twitching with the need I feel. “Please, mistress.”

            She pauses. “Are you going to beg me?”

            “Please, please taste my cock,” I say as something close to shame fills my belly.

            The crop clatters to the ground and she guides my hips back. Slowly she wraps her hand around my cock. I’m already oozing pre-cum and she’s barely touched me.

            “So big and hard for me already, toy?”

            “Yes,” I squeeze my eyes shut as I say it. “I want you so much, Mistress. Please.”

            Her hand slides up my body and she taps my lips. “Open.”

            I open my mouth and she pushes two fingers in, stroking over my tongue.

            “Get them all nice and wet for me.”

            I groan as she keeps thrusting her fingers in and out of my mouth. Once she decides she’s done, she draws back, then wraps her hand around my cock again. She strokes me slowly, tightening her grip as she gets closer and closer to the head.

            Her lips brush my ear. “I think you’d rather have my lips wrapped around your cock, or feel my pussy squeezing you, wouldn’t you?”

            Yes, oh yes, Mistress.”

            I didn’t know that any touch could feel so good. Her hand is better than some blow jobs I’ve gotten.

            Her other hand wraps around my mouth, jerking me back. “You’d already have me on my knees right now if you had been a good boy, but you weren’t.”

            I don’t bother to answer while she’s covering my mouth and she doesn’t stop stroking me. Faster and faster, her hand moves over my length, spreading my own spit across my skin. My toes curl in my shoes and I let out a long groan as I near the edge. How am I already so close to cuming?

            Before I can get my release, she stops. Both her hands release me, then the crop flicks across my ass again. She moves around my body, swatting and stroking. Every time I feel the touch of the leather on my skin, I prepare for a blow, but my cock doesn’t soften.

            Mistress stands in front of me and taps my lips with the crop. “Suck it.”

            I hesitate and she swats my shoulder hard. “Suck it if you want me to let you down.”

            I part my lips and lean forward to suck the tip of the crop. She pushes it further into my mouth and nods. I must satisfy her after a few bobs since she lowers it, then uses a key to release my hands. I slump to my knees, panting.

            Mistress guides my chin up. “You want to serve me?”
            “Yes! Yes, Mistress, please,” I beg openly. The mix of pleasure and pain is too much, the denial, the temptation, all of it has me so ready to give anything if it means I get relief. “Please, let me give you everything.”

            She smiles. “Good boy. Take off my thong with your teeth.”

            I do it without question, dragging her thong down her legs and freeing it from her boots without using my hands. I know the price for disobedience. The pain I’m happy to get, but the waiting is murder.

            She wraps one leg over my shoulder and arches her eyebrow. “Well? It’s not going to eat itself, is it?”

            Fucking hell, I love her orders. I lean forward and lap at her wet clit. She moans and nods to me. I stroke up her gorgeous thighs and pull her closer to me so I can show her exactly what I offer. I want to prove that I’m worth fucking, to know that she wants me for more than entertainment.

            Mistress rolls her hips on my face, clutching the back of my head. “Eyes on me, toy.”

            I stare at her happily, watching her pant and moan. Her nipples harden against the tape there and it only makes me more eager. I suck her clit hard while flicking my tongue over it and feel her heel dig into my back.

            Groaning is the most I’m willing to do. She rubs her pussy on my tongue until she comes apart, moaning happily while grinding against my face.