Mistress Joy (a short story)

Minutes, hours. Does it even matter? What matters was the excruciating denial that I was being put through. It was torture, it was painful but somehow it was exquisitely pleasurable. I have no understanding why but what I do know is that I definitely do not want it to end.

It was confusing but I wanted more needed more no matter how torturous it would be. Because the delicious pleasure that I was receiving would always outweigh what my mental and physical state was going through.

I was on all fours on the bed, body shaking, arms and knees trembling at holding this doggy position for gods know how long, but it wasn't the tiredness that was causing this. No, it wasn't, it was a girl called Joy. A delicious minx that has me wrapped around her little finger. I have no idea how I became this addicted to her, she has taken my tiny spark of submissiveness that I did not know I even had and blew it into a flame that engulfed me.

I was left in a constant of arousal with no relief and she has taken that and used it to fuel my submissiveness to such a degree that I was losing track of who I was. As she said the previous night; I was being shaped, broken down and molded into what she wanted me to be. A servant, slave, something to be used for her and her only.

I shuddered again as I felt her finger slide down from the base to the tip of my twitching hard-on. The constant denying of release has caused my straining dick to turn a shade of purple, it felt unbelievably hard and was extremely sensitive. I let out a longing moan, when I felt her finger leaving contact.

Oh my god, oh my god don't stop don't ahhh.

Her thumb and index had circled around the base and had given a light squeeze, my body jerked and I groaned in pleasure. I was too lost in this pain and this pleasure, I could not tell which was which but I only knew that I did not want it to end. I did not trust myself to say anything as I did not even know if I still had the mental capacity to make sentences, much less words.

Oh god, she reduced me t-to this animal!

I felt like a cow that was in the hands of a very capable milker, in this instance, a very beautiful one.

I gasped again as I felt her fingernail trace the veins that were around my erection, my gaze was focused onto a pair of opened-toe heels in front of me. Given the option, I would have placed my lips on it immediately but I knew better. She would not want me to do that. The view given to me and the sensations I was feeling was just adding on to my lust and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

H-how did it come to this?

If anyone were to walk into the room right now, they would have been introduced to a scene, a scene so ridiculous that they would have to go out, give their eyes a rub and come back in again.

A grown man, on all fours; naked and staring at a pair of heels that was placed right in front of him. Like a dog who had a ball placed in front of it and was told to stay. Locked in position at the edge of the bed, except for the tremors running across his body and the frequent moans and grunts of frustration.

And the other occupant in the room was a girl. A girl that was sitting comfortably in a chair reading a magazine, with her long legs resting on top of the man's back like a foot-rest. With one hand flicking through the pages and the other nonchalantly placed along the man's erection.

But no matter how absurd the sight, one thing was clear and that was the status of the two occupants in the room. The male? Virtually none. The female was the matter of importance, she was the one in control. It was not the actions she did that made her stand out but the manner she did it in, completely at ease while the male beside her was tense and nervous. The indifference to his suffering, giving his straining member casual strokes not for his pleasure but his torment.

Not giving any attention to him but receiving his full devotion. The problem was not how much she changed him but that she was not done yet. No, she was definitely not done yet.

To Joy, it was only just the beginning.

My body bucked again as I felt her fingers and I thought about the first encounter with Joy...