Yes, Mistress

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One night, whispering under the covers, something started a conversation. Maybe I said he was my favorite fantasy, maybe it was something else. I’m really not sure. But I remember him pinching and playing with my nipples and running his fingers over my pussy until I spilt and told him what I’d seen a thousand times in my head.

My fantasy was quite simple, him handcuffed to our bed, and me free to just do as I wished with him. I’m not a dominant person in bed, maybe I never will be, but I liked the idea of the trust it would take to get him in those cuffs, and admittedly, it’s a lovely view. But, he abhors the idea of wearing handcuffs and the fantasy had become something I’d regulated to those sleepless nights when he was there beside of me, and looking at him only made my mind think of all the naughty things I’d like to do to him.

Those times, it all came back to that one simple thing. Him, naked and stretched out on dark silky sheets, with his hands in silver cuffs wrapped around the wrought iron bars. I’d come in a heartbeat from the thought of it, and admittedly, it became my favorite thing to picture when my mind wanted to run rampant.

I never thought he’d let me have it, and until that night I never thought I’d dare tell him. I knew his aversion to the idea, having playfully mentioned it to him more than once or twice…it was just too much to ask of him.

Until this morning. He’d been working on his body, making it into some idea of better that he had, while, admittedly, I didn’t see his drive, but, I’ve never been able to complain about the results of anything he’s wanted to do. The boy likes his body certain ways, and I? I just like his body.

From how nice it feels to run my hands over his head when he’s shaved his hair, to the way it feels to cup his balls in my hand. I like his body, and what it does to me, and I love it when he cums on me. It’s made me fall asleep blissfully many, many times.

This morning was similar to that, he was sore and aching and it was so late and neither of us had gotten to the point where we needed sleep. Well, I can always sleep, if its cuddled by his side, but we hadn‘t gotten to the point of heading to the bed. He played songs that always brought my heart fluttering to a fevered pitch and my mind to the first time he took me to bed. I couldn’t help but kiss him, and lean close to him, remembering just the way it felt when he made me his.

Remembering the first time I knew what it was like to come from someone’s tongue stroking and teasing me ever so gently. He laughed at it, maybe amused that it didn’t take much when it came to him to get my body to responding to what my mind remembered. Finally he got up off the couch to come to bed with me, joking as he stood by the side of it that he’d might as well get naked. I’m notorious for liking to keep him that way, and it makes a lazy day around the house so much …more incredible.

I rested there, watching as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, his skin still pale since we hadn’t gotten into the summer sun. The shorts were the next to go, and it always occurred to me when he stripped off his shorts, how well matched his lower body was. From the back he had this nice, firm ass that I loved feeling in my hands, and these lovely thick legs. Its horrible sometimes, to see nicely proportioned men have those sickly stick like legs, so much better when their bodies seem to speak of power, just as his thickly muscled thighs do.

And of course, speaking of thick, I never can forget his cock. Even at rest it’s a beautiful thing, nicely thick against his well filled balls. Yum. And not a hair anywhere. Smooth skin so that all you can see is his cock in all its glory. He slipped into bed, and I moved to put my head on his shoulder, my favorite way to cuddle close to him.

“Go ahead, you know you want to lick my nipples.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and despite my protests that I hadn’t intended any such thing, it was a nice invitation. He has these light honey tinged colored nipples that are tight little nubs when they’re paid enough attention.

And, I love paying attention to them, circling the tips with my tongue, and waiting as long as I can before taking it in my mouth and sucking on it. I raised my head to kiss those cupid’s bow lips that I couldn’t help but to run my tongue over, and he cocked his head to the side, saying “Isn’t this where you go get the handcuffs?”

I raised an eyebrow at his words, but I wouldn’t miss that invitation for all the world. I slid from the bed, fetching the handcuffs along with their key and a bottle of strawberry oil that I’d wanted to lick off of him for some time now . The cuffs weren’t much used, and it took a few moments to get them locked in place around his wrists. The result was so nice that any difficulty would have been worth it.

My darling, his body naked, his cock getting hard, those cuffs around his wrists and the bed keeping his hands stretched out over his head. It made his arms so long and lean, and stretched him out so well. This was what I had been dreaming of, lusting after. I had it now, there he was, laid out for my pleasure, my sex toy.

My love, and my best friend as well, but that wasn’t what was on my mind. What was on my mind was that his body was my playground. His hands were out of the way, and though his legs were free, I was smug in knowing that they too could be tied down. Make a nice X of him across the bed, with his cock sticking up, begging for attention, yes that idea had merit. As it was, I was too impatient for that, I just wanted to give his body some attention.

I opened the bottle of oil and drizzled the sweet syrup over his chest and on his nipples, moving to lap it up and swirl it across his skin. So good, strawberries and his faintly sweet salty taste. I raised up, asking if he’d like to taste, and dipped my mouth to his, rubbing my tongue over his lips and delving inside his mouth, wondering if he could taste the strawberry sweetness.

I lingered in the kiss until it occurred to me that the syrup would coat his dick well, and I’ve never been able to resist wrapping my lips around that part of him. I let the syrup dribble from the bottle onto the tip of his head, watching it run down the shaft, pool at the bottom, before starting to slide over his balls.

I leaned in to lick it up from his balls, to taste the pool of it at the base of his cock, before sliding the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue over that sweetness and letting my mouth take in more of him little by little. Sucking on that big thick cock is a thing of wonder, it stretches my lips, and the length of it makes taking him down my throat an accomplishment. I toyed with his cock a few moments, looking up at him, his head tossed back against the pillow. His hands so delightfully imprisoned.

“What do you want?” I had to hear him. Had to talk to him.

“Whatever you wish master.”

I laughed, “I’m your mistress, not your master.”

“As you wish master.”

“Respond well slave or you’ll be punished.”

I saw his smile, and I reach for his nipple, twisting it hard.

“That’s punishment?” his smile was too wicked, and I’d moved up so that I could feel his hardness against my pussy. I slid around, liking how the head of him felt against my already wet lips.

“Mmm, slave your cock feels so good. Would you like some pussy?”

“I don’t have an opinion master.” Good goddess, he doesn‘t know what he does when he talks that way.

“You’ll have to be punished for that, but I need to come first.” This was too fucking good, I couldn’t control myself. I slid down on his dick, taking my time because I know how badly he can tear me just from the width of his cock. I eased onto him easily, so wet from just the way he was imprisoned.

I slid around on him, getting comfortable, letting my insides stretch to accommodate the cock that I was always craving.“Do you know your mistress has wanted your cock all morning? Wanted you right here just like this? Maybe after a few nice orgasms I can lick it again, take it in my mouth. Would you like that slave?”

“Yes, master, as you wish.”

“Now, are you going to continue to misbehave slave.”

“It’s a rebellion.”

“We’ll see about your rebellion, but for now, I just want to come.”

I rode his dick, sliding all the way back and down against him, feeling his balls smack against me. It didn’t take too long to come. I continued asking him questions, continued getting his contrary answers, it occurred to me to stop fucking him, and slide up to where his mouth would have to be busy with the pussy it was presented with.

I even told him I was thinking about that, about sliding off that rock hard cock and burying his mouth in my pussy until he could come up with better answers. The idea of it had me so hot that I came sharply before I thought to actually implement the idea. And he was so hard and thick that my pussy didn’t feel like giving the length of him up until I couldn‘t bear it anymore. I bent to kiss him, but he stubbornly kept his lips tightly closed.

“Now, slave, you’re supposed to be a good boy.”

He shook his head.

I raised up, letting his cock slip free, and knowing I was going to be dripping down my thighs and feeling so empty.

“Now, slave, you need to be a good boy and open your mouth.”

“Yes, mistress.” He opened his mouth and let my slide my tongue over his lips and in against his tongue.

“That’s only slightly better, slave, open your mouth to kiss me.”

He did as I asked, meeting my tongues thrusts with his own and I kept my pussy slightly over his dick, loving the way he squirmed. “No, slave, no pussy for you. You have to behave better.”

He arched his hips and moved his legs, and though his hard cock managed to slightly penetrate my lips a few times, I always moved up and away. The torture was killing me more than him. I needed to be filled, regardless of good behavior on his part. “Now, are you going to be a good boy?”

“Yes mistress.” I shuddered at his words, and at the sight of his hands twisting against the silver handcuffs, I felt the orgasm start right then.

“Maybe you just need your mouth full like a good little slave, and you’ll forget about the pussy that you can’t have.”

I leaned over, putting a nipple in his mouth.

“Suck it good.”

“Yes mistress.” he said, his lips wrapped around my nipple. His face buried under the heft of my tits. God but he could do wonders with that tongue. He sucked at it and I felt tremors go through me as his teeth bit down. I came from the sensation, leaning my head back to enjoy the waves of feeling.

“MMMM, good job slave. Maybe you deserve some pussy now. Seeing as how its all nice and wet and wanting that big hard cock of yours. Tell me what you want slave.”

“I want your pussy mistress.”

“Good, slave, now, I want to kiss you.”

He moved his head back from my nipple and I leaned over him, sliding down on his cock as I kissed him. I was coming before I even had him in me, and I wondered if he knew it. If he knew that with every yes mistress my skin tingled and the sensations started between my legs and flowed up my body. He thrust upwards and I was enjoying fucking him, but it was too good to give it up so quickly.

“No, slave, be a good boy, you can’t cum.”

“Yes mistress.”

I rode him, coming countless times, and loving the look on his face. It was too good.

“Maybe you need your mouth full again. I think I want to come while you suck on my tits.”

I placed my nipple in his mouth and continued fucking him as he stroked it with his tongue and bit it. “Careful slave, don’t let it come out of your mouth.”

I fucked him harder, needing to feel that I was impaled on him, and for a moment my nipple came free of his mouth.

“Now, we have to do better than that, slave.”

“Yes mistress” the words were muffled by the nipple that he held between his teeth. He bit down and I was, lost. Oh, god, but it was amazing, having him like this, my willing sex toy. Taking my pleasure with his body over and over again as I got to look on him bound there.

“What if I keep you here like this all day? Chained up to the wall, coming in to fuck you. Leaving to watch a movie. Coming in to feed you, and to lick on that cock of yours? How about that?”

“AS you wish mistress.” With the idea of having him like that for that long, it was too good. And I wanted a nice load of cum to coat what was going to be a very, very sore pussy.

“Slave?”

“Yes mistress.”

“You need to come for your mistress, coat my pussy with a nice big load. Mmmm, a nice sticky load of cum. Do you want that slave?”

“Yes mistress.” I fucked him harder, falling into the rhythm where it was usually easier for both of us to come. “Slave, what do you want.”

“Oh, god, I want to cum.” he said it in a rough gasp and his head was thrown back and his body so tense beneath me and I rode him for all I was worth, having the mother of all orgasms on top of him as his cock spurted inside of me.

It took a moment for me to calm down, and I lovingly cleaned the both of us up, taking my time in unfastening those handcuffs. I settled back breathless, and very, very well satisfied.

There’s one thing about it, I can’t say my darling doesn’t fulfill my every fantasy. And, I can’t say that I’m not going to yearn to have him that way again. Maybe we can take turns. After all, even when I’m being his mistress, its still him that’s my master.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 12 years ago
hehe

hot

StegralStegralabout 18 years ago
Wicked !!!

This was soooo awesome !!! loved how you incorporated a seed of thought to fully bloom... :)

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
Very Very Hot

i wish i was in the handcuffs now......too too hot

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Oh My Gosh

That was HOT !!!

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