A Hot Little Scene

Content: Caning, FemDom, Male sub, collar, cock cage, mild CBT, kneeling, training, analplay, oral sex, feet. Pronouns: I/you

You're standing in the corner obediently waiting for me when I walk into the room. You're naked, collared and caged. Mmmm... What a delicious sight you are!

I walk over and inspect you, looking you in the eyes and running my finger across your chest... are you blushing?

"Collar..." I say, as my finger traces over it, and then makes its way downwards, stopping briefly to flick a nipple. I love how you stifle your reaction at the fleeting shock of intense sensation. You know instantly what mood I'm in and I can tell it excites you; you know there will be more pain to come... and more pleasure.

"You're such a good boy," I say. I do so love praising you, it makes you so happy, it makes you shine. My finger carries on its journey downwards across your chest and belly.

"Cage..." I say, in that teasing way that makes you oh so excited, "Mmm..."

I trace my finger around the metal rings that are keeping your cock secured for me. I love touching the skin in between the rings, how it makes you shudder and squirm, and... is that you straining against your confinement, already?

Laughing, I take a step away from you, just to look at you. How I love seeing you like this, excited, expectant, and just a little nervous.

"We're beginning your formal training today, aren't we?" I say in an even, commanding tone, catching your eye and looking steadily at you.

You swallow, before saying, "Yes, Mistress. I'm here to serve you and learn how to please you correctly."

"And how do you feel about that?"

I see you thinking about the correct response. It's important to do well, you know that, but you also know that I prize authenticity and honesty.

"I am very grateful to you, Mistress, for honouring me with you time and attention. I will do my very best to please you and make you proud of me," you say, happily.

"Very good, I am pleased to hear it."

I walk across the room and sit on the edge of my chaise longue.

"Come here and kneel in front of me."

You hurry over and kneel down on the floor.

"Good boy. That's very good. Now, I want you to learn the proper way to kneel for me. You're kneeling for

me

, remember that. Not anyone else."

"Yes, Mistress, of course. I will do my best to learn to kneel correctly for

you

," you say.

"Good boy," I say softly, as I begin touching you and correcting your posture a little. I reach behind you and run my hand across the small of the back, to give a little release, before gently rubbing the front of your shoulders so your chest opens out a little. I love touching you, feeling your firm muscles beneath your gently freckled skin. I run my hands down both your arms, before bringing your hands together and placing them in your lap, just below your cage. I place them so you're not quite touching yourself, but you wish that you were...

"Mmm... almost done," I say, as I run my hand upwards from your shoulders, along your neck so it lengthens slightly. I place my finger on your chin and press firmly but lightly so that your gaze is cast down onto the floor.

"Ah, perfect," I say, as I walk around you barefoot, admiring my handiwork. I stand in front of you, so you can see my beautiful feet, before sitting back down.

"This is how you are to kneel for me when I tell you to kneel. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand. Thank you for showing me the correct way to kneel for you, Mistress," you say, with genuine reverence.

"Good. I know it will take some time before you can manage to do this correctly all by yourself, but I will be here to guide you. I have a second position that I want you to learn today. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Mistress, of course Mistress. It is very kind and generous of you to spend so much time on me today," you respond.

"Yes, it is..." I say, leaning forward to caress the side of your cheek, before continuing to give you instructions.

"I've shown you the correct way to kneel for me and now I'm going to show you the correct way to supplicate to me."

"Thank you, Mistress, I'm here to learn."

"Good boy," I say, as I lift one of my feet and place it gently on your thigh. You swallow hard and I can see your breathing quicken. You love my feet, you love to lick and worship them, and I'm fairly sure that you don't know what supplicate means... perhaps it means that I want you to lick my feet? I do so love to tease you.

"Place your hand on my foot," I command, and you respond instantly, gently placing covering my foot with your hand. I slide my foot delicately down your thigh and back to the floor, bringing it closer and closer to me, and you along with it.

"That's it, good boy! Place both your hands between my feet," I tell you, as I shift my feet further apart, and you find yourself on your hands and knees. Your head is now tantalising close to the fabric of my dress - do you want to know what I'm wearing underneath? I pick up my foot again, placing my toes on your shoulder and pressing down firmly. I want your head on the floor between my legs. You give way easily, submitting yourself to this new position, head on the floor and butt in the air. Just how I want you.

I stand up and the hem of my dress falls down across your shoulders, forming a tent over your head. I know you want to worship my hot wet cunt, but not yet, my darling boy.

I step away from you and walk all the way around you, looking at you.

"Let's see, what do we have here?" I say thoughtfully, you can feel my eyes on you inspecting every inch of your body. I run my fingers down the length of your spine before taking up a new position behind you.

"Bring your knees a little wider apart," I command, tapping them with the side of my foot. You obey, making yourself more vulnerable and exposed to me. Perfect!

"So, this is the correct position for supplication. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, thank you," you say, and I can hear the excitement rising in your voice. "I will make sure that I learn this position correctly for you."

"Good boy," I say, as I run my fingertips down the back of your thighs. Your breath catches with the light touch.

"It's such a good position," I say. "See how I can touch you here..." my hand slips between your thighs and caresses your balls lightly, before cupping them and giving them a squeeze, you flinch and whimper slightly, but I can see you're trying hard not to, I know you want to please me.

"Good boy," I whisper softly, "See how I can touch you here, as well..." as I reach further forward and grasp your caged cock. "You like being caged for me, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," you say, breathlessly. "It's an honour to be caged for you."

"That's right, it's a very special honour to wear your cage for me. And I allow it because you're mine and I own you, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm your plaything and I'm here to serve you and for you to use me for your pleasure," you say devotedly.

"Thank you, my darling boy. Mmm... I do so love to play with my toy." I say, making that light, little laugh that makes you all excited. I release my hand and let my fingers drift backwards, behind your balls and between your firm, shapely buttocks.

"Is this your little hole?" I enquire, as my fingers circle it gently.

"Yes, Mistress!" I can hear the eagerness in your voice, you don't realise the mistake that you've made... You're too busy thinking about how much you enjoy having me play with your hole.

"No! It's not your hole, it's my hole because I own you," I say, with a disappointed air. "Have you forgotten?" You start to panic a little, as you realise your mistake.

"Sorry, Mistress, of course Mistress, it is your little hole and it belongs to you,'' you say nervously, hoping that this will be enough to correct your mistake. It is not.

"I was going to fuck that little hole, today," I taunt you, "but I can't do that if it's not mine, now can I?"

"Please, Mistress!" You start to plead, "Please..."

"Stop that! Be quiet! You're my toy, and you're here to please me!"

"Yes, Mistress, sorry Mistress," I can hear how crestfallen you are. Poor baby. You love being fucked so much.

I reach for some lube, and you feel the coldness of it as I press my finger against your little hole. "Mistress?" You sound both hopeful and confused.

"Be quiet!" I start gently pressing my finger inside you. "Be quiet, and open up for me a little bit," I say, more softly. I love putting my fingers into you, the intimacy of it pleases me, almost as much as your pleasure pleases me. You begin to relax. Good.

"Open up for me a little bit more, baby," I say, as I gently push another finger inside you, circling them as your body relaxes more and more. I match my movements with the rhythm you're making with your pelvis. It's as though you've forgotten that you've been a bad boy...

I lean forward a little and flick your balls with my fingers. You squeal and shudder. I love the whimpering sounds that you make when I do that, and you know it. It makes it worth the pain.

"Did you think I've forgotten how insolent you've been today?"

"No, Mistress," you say hurriedly. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Hmm... You need to understand that I own you completely," I say, reaching behind me for a new toy. A pink butt plug, with the words "My boy" printed on it. I pick it up and bring it close to your face so you can see it. Your hips grind against my other hand in excitement.

"Kiss it," I demand, and you give the new toy a slow, lingering kiss, gently licking it.

Pleased, I take the plug and gently work it into your cute, little hole. I sit back and admire my handiwork - your butt now proudly proclaiming that you're "My boy".

"You're mine, do you understand? You belong to me. Your cock, your ass, your orgasm, all of you, you're all mine."

"I understand, Mistress. I belong to you entirely, Mistress, and I'm here to serve you."

"That's right! You belong to me entirely." I say, as I caress your back and buttocks, before slapping you lightly on your butt cheek.

"Mmm... you have such a cute arse, and I can do with it what I want, can't I?"

You shiver with expectant excitement. You know what's coming next. I tell you to get up and choose a cane for me to use on that cute little arse, while I go and wash my hands. When I return to the room, I find you kneeling with a thin, stingy cane in front of you. Good. It's one of my favourites - I like the little noises and cries that you make when I use it. It makes me wet, and you know it. I tell you to stand and position yourself leaning against the wall, bracing yourself with your arms above your head and your butt at the perfect angle. I come up behind you and kiss your neck, with soft, tender kisses as I caress the length of your spine, before raising my hand to slap your buttocks. I want to warm you up a little and continue slapping. Your cheeks redden slightly with the heat of the slaps, but I know that you don't mark easily.

"Mmmm... that's better," I say, and take a small step away from you. "Now, I want you to count these cane strokes for me - can you do that for me? Five on each side."

I know you can take this easily, but I just want to give you enough pain to make you feel all fuzzy and submissive. I'm looking forward to having you worship me later. I can sense your arousal building, and I step back towards you, nuzzling your neck and reaching down to stroke your cock in its cage, and then cup your balls in my hand. You groan with pleasure, and I press my other hand gently on the butt plug, causing your pelvis to grind against me. I make that contented giggle that you so love, before I step away and bring the cane down on your buttocks.

You gasp with the sudden switch in sensation, and then say, "One. Thank you, Mistress."

"Mmm... Good boy." Then another sharp stroke next to it, illicits another little gasp.

"Two. Thank, you Mistress."

I continue with the strokes, and you continue to make your little cries and gasps with each one, before counting out loud for me - three, and four and five. Such a good boy! I step in close to you, running my finger over the 5 faint marks - you really don't mark easily, but you do flinch from the touch of my finger. I run my hand over your back, soothing and calming you a little, getting you to breathe with me for a few breaths.

"Ready?" I enquire, tapping that butt plug with my fingers. It makes you squirm a little, which makes me giggle with delight.

"Yes, Mistress, I'm ready. Thank you, Mistress."

I bring the cane down sharply on the other side, and you take a breath before you say, "One. Thank you, Mistress."

I continue making sharp strikes on your gorgeous, pert arse. It gives me such pleasure, hurting you in this way. I like seeing your body respond to the intensity of the sensation and how eager you are to please me. You're so strong, taking all this pain for me.

"Five. Thank you, Mistress," you say fervently. You really are grateful.

I run my finger over the marks I've left and count them back as you grunt and wriggle away from my touch. I laugh gently and say,

"Poor baby! Do you need your Mistress, to help you take your mind off all that pain?"

And you do, don't you? I pull you close to me, reaching up to caress your cheek and kiss you.

"I love you so much, you're such a good boy," I assure you. "Are you ready to worship now?"

Your breathing is heavy and excited as you say, "Yes, Mistress. I'm ready. You own me, all of me and I'm ready to serve and worship you. How would you like me to begin?"

"Kneel for me," I say, sitting back down on the edge of the chaise longue. Obediently, you kneel down and I see you trying to correct your posture, so that you are kneeling just the way that I instructed you.

"Good boy," I say, as I part the skirt of my dress and gently place my feet on your thighs. "I think my feet need a little attention, don't you?"

You begin to caress my feet, massaging them until you feel me begin to relax. You look up at me smiling and then raise my foot up towards you and begin to kiss and lick my beautiful foot, sucking each individual toe. It is an exquisite sensation, and you're so attentive. I love looking at you in your worship of me, it is so beautiful. You start to caress my calf with your other hand, intensifying my pleasure, before switching your attentions to my other foot. You give the same attention to this foot as the other, you are never in a hurry with your worship, you relax and take your time. As my arousal builds, your hand caresses my skin, reaching higher and higher towards my thigh, making me shiver and moan.

You put down my foot, and I reach for your hand, drawing it further up my thigh as I part my knees. You lean forward and I reach for your other hand, drawing that onto my other thigh. I love the feeling of your strong hands on my soft expansive thighs, the way you stroke and knead them makes my pelvis begin to grind, and I put my hand on the back of your head and draw you into my wet, velvet pussy. I can see you smiling as you begin gently to kiss and lick my labia until they part and your tongue delves in between the folds of warm wetness. You suck and lick each fold paying attention to every part of me, making me make those little noises and moans that you love to hear. I lean backwards, and you help me readjust the cushions so I can lie back and deeply relax as you worship. You kneel back down and caress my belly and my thighs, waiting for my pelvis to start its rhythmic motion before returning to your worship.

"Put your fingers inside me," I demand, and then groan as you enter me gently, circling your fingers against my strong muscles until they relax and open up for you. You know just what I like. My pelvis grinds against your hand as I envelope your fingers, drawing them into me, squeezing against them. You begin to gently kiss my labia, higher up this time, sending shivers of ecstasy up my spine. Your tongue begins to circle my clit, expertly heightening my pleasure, sucking and licking, while I ride your fingers. My thighs begin to close around you, trapping you in their luxurious softness, so you are completely engulfed in my scent and desire. My moans intensify as your tongue responds to the quickening rhythm of my movements against you, building up and up until the waves of my orgasm crashes around you. I cry aloud over and over as I come and you hold me gently, pressing your tongue onto my clit until I'm done, keeping your fingers inside me until all those glorious spasms fade away.

Breathless, I release you from the grip of my thighs and reach for your hand. Smiling, I lead you over to the bed, where we caress and cuddle each other for a while. My hands wander down towards your cage - I want to see how you're doing. You've been dripping, I can tell. Good. There will be no release for you this evening. I love how obedient and submissive you get when you're caged and horny, and I want you to serve me all weekend. Would you like that?