I stand in the shadows in a corner of my dungeon. It is dusk, and the room is illuminated only by the fading light coming through the high windows. There are large mirrors on two of the walls, as well as a mirror at the center of the ceiling, but they do little to brighten the room. I reach out for a switch, turning on several wall sconces which provide soft light throughout the room.
When I turn I catch my reflection in one of the mirrors. I am wearing nothing except knee-high black leather boots with stiletto heels. The heels elongate my already long, slender legs. A tiny red g-string with ties at the sides covers my pussy. My bare breasts are firm and round, and the prominent nipples are already hard in anticipation of what is to come. A studded collar is around my neck. My straight black hair stops short of my shoulders, and I smile when I think of how many hairstyles and hair colors I have had in my life.
As I stare at the reflection of my grey-green eyes, I remember that I'm not even supposed to be here now. I intended to end my career as a dominatrix several weeks ago, and I was actively preparing to move on with my life. I have saved a great deal of money over the course of being a domme, and much of it has been put toward the purchase of a small but lucrative business. In addition, I am developing a strong relationship with a loving and wonderful man, and even though he is aware of what I do, it is not sustainable if we are to take things further.
But then a young couple had reached out to me. They have been married for several years, but lately their sex life has become stale and boring. They wondered if I might be able to provide some danger and excitement to that part of their life. Something about their story had touched me, and I surprised myself when I agreed to do a session with them. It would be my last time as a dominatrix. This is that time.
I turn back and look across the room. The husband is standing naked in a wooden frame maybe nine feet high and three feet across. His arms are stretched straight above him, his wrists tied with rope and secured to the top beam of the frame. His legs are spread wide, his ankles roped to the corners of the frame. He is blindfolded. About eight feet in front of him and a little to the side his wife lies on her back on a narrow padded bench. Her head is supported by a pillow on the bench, with her ass close to the other end. Her legs are spread, her knees bent and her ankles tied with rope to the legs of the bench. Her arms are straight down on either side of the bench, her wrists tied near the floor in a sort of modified hogtie. She, too, is naked, and she, too, is blindfolded.
The man and woman can't see each other, nor can they see me, but they are aware I'm in the room. I walk first to the man, the stilettos of my heels clacking on the hard stone floor. I stop in front of him and pause for a moment, examining his body. He is of medium height and reasonably fit. I suspect he works out to keep in shape. His arms and legs are muscular, and his stomach is flat. His hair is brown, close cropped, and he is clean-shaven. His cock is soft, not huge but larger than average. I reach for it and lightly touch it. He reacts by slightly moving his hips. I move my hands to his legs, stroking the inside of his thighs, then reach up and move my fingers over his pecs and stomach. He reacts again, and I reach for his nipples and roll them between by fingers and thumbs. This causes his lips to part slightly, and his breath catches. I take advantage of his open mouth and tilt my face up and kiss him suddenly, pushing my tongue into his mouth. It takes him a moment to push back and return the kiss, and I reach down and start to stroke his cock. I feel it swell in my hand, and I stroke faster before holding the base with one hand and flicking the head with the fingers of my other hand. He moans softly, and before I know it his cock is hard and erect. I continue to stroke him, firmer and faster, then break the kiss and bend down and put the head of his cock in my mouth. I feel him jerk, and I taste the precum as I take all of his cock and suck him in and out. His cock is fully engorged now and he moans again. I stop the blowjob and reach for an elastic on a side table, putting it around his cock and balls at the base of his scrotum, keeping him hard while I turn my attention to his wife.
I move to the side of the bench and gaze at the woman. Her body is small, almost petite, with shapely legs and breasts round and full. Her aureoles are large and dark, and her nipples are already hard and pointed. Her full red lips are set off by her pale skin. Her auburn red hair cascades in curls behind her on the bench. Her position allows me full access to her shaved pussy and ass. I haven't touched her yet, but I notice with satisfaction that her pussy lips are already wet.
I walk to the table along the wall which holds all the tools of my trade. I pause for a moment, then take the bullet vibrator back to the woman on the bench. I can tell she is nervous, and I wait another moment before clicking the vibrator on. She hears the buzzing and her mouth opens in surprise. I glance at her husband, who of course also knows what the buzzing means and moves in his bonds. I turn to the woman and put the head of the vibrator on her pussy, moving it around in the folds of her lips. The woman tries to pull her hips away, but I continue moving the vibrator in slow, languorous circles around her pussy. Her lips stay parted and her breathing becomes shallow as I increase my movements, now up and down along her slick slit. I increase the speed and move the vibrator to her clit, and the woman gasps. Now she is pushing her hips up in spite of her apprehension, trying to increase the friction. I lean down and whisper in her ear.
"If you cum before I say, I will flog your husband."
She immediately stops moving, closes her mouth and grits her teeth. But the sensations in her pussy are starting to overwhelm her body, and she realizes that it is a losing battle. She can't help but move her hips against the vibrator, and I take that moment to switch it to high, the high-pitched buzzing filling the room with sound. I pull it away, prolonging her torment, then push it hard against her clit in tight, fast circles. It is too much, and her legs start to shake and tremble and she screams out her orgasm in a raspy, panicked voice.
"Oh god. No. Please, oh god..."
I hold the bullet against her clit for a little while longer, and her body continues to shake. Then I walk to the table, put the vibrator down and pick up the flogger. The man is still blindfolded and doesn't know what will happen next. He just listened to his wife have a loud orgasm, so perhaps he thinks it is his turn. His cock is still hard, and I see precum on the tip. I reach down and slide my thumb and forefinger up and down the side of his thick shaft. When he starts to thrust, I stop and step back. I drag the strands of the flogger slowly over the man's cock, then swing it against the inside of his thigh. Before he can react I do it again, and again. I strike his other leg multiple times, and then I hear his wife whimper behind me.
"Please, no, please stop," she begs.
I move around behind the rack and begin to flog the man's ass. I alternate cheeks, striking harder with each blow. The man cries out and tries to move his ass away, but I continue. Finally I swing as hard as I can, once on each side, and he groans. I move back to the front and look at him. I reach up and remove the blindfold, and he blinks several times before he focuses, seeing me for the first time. There is anguish in his dark brown eyes, but also lust, and he licks his lips as he stares at me. Then he sees his wife, naked and helpless on the bench. His still hard cock bobs and twitches, and again I draw the strands of the flogger over it before returning it to the table. I walk back to his blindfolded wife, who is quietly sobbing, and look down on her.
"It's your turn to be punished," I say.
The sobbing stops, and I can see her almost visibly flinch. I pull on her hard nipples, twisting and pinching, and she moans softly. Then I clamp her nipples, first one, then the other, and she cries out. They are clover clamps connected by a short chain, designed to close when they are pulled. I take a short piece of thin cord, tie it to the middle of the chain, then reach up and put the other end through a hook suspended from the ceiling. I pull on the cord until her nipples are elongated and stretched, then tie it off at the hook. I tug on the cord several times, increasing the pain she feels. The only way she can relieve the pain is to arch her back, which she does. But she soon realizes she can't hold this position forever. I glance back at her husband, who is staring wide-eyed at his wife. I wait patiently until she can't hold her breasts up any longer, and she finally sinks back to the bench, defeated. She begins to cry again.
I move around to the end of the bench and gaze at her pussy. In spite of the pain in her nipples, she is aroused, her pussy lips engorged and red, her clit pink and prominent. It almost begs me to touch it, and I do. I bend down and put the tip of my tongue on her clit, then begin to lick in slow and deliberate strokes. My tongue circles slowly around her sensitive bud, then up and down. I push my tongue into her sopping wet hole, and I feel her hips push back as she moans. I raise my head and turn to look back and grin at her husband. His gaze flicks between me and his wife, his mouth slightly open and his breathing shallow as he sees his wife being eaten out by another woman. Still watching him, I pull on the cord attached to the nipple clamps. She cries out in pain, and his eyes plead with me to stop. I return my mouth to her pussy, licking and sucking her eager clit. I alternate between the cord and her clit as her body trembles with the exquisite torture of pleasure and pain. Her legs start to shake, and I return my full attention to her throbbing bud. My tongue dances around her clit, faster and faster, until finally she cries out and orgasms uncontrollably, her hips thrashing wildly. I stand and move back to the side of the bench, watching her twitch and spasm until finally the orgasm passes and she is still.
I wait a moment, then I remove her blindfold. Her blue eyes are unfocused between the aching pain and exquisite pleasure she has just experienced, but then she sees me for the first time. There is a mixture of fear, desperation and desire in her gaze, and I smile at her. I walk over to the table along the wall, pick up the flogger and turn to her.
"Flog or fuck?"
"Wh...what?" she asks.
"I'm either going to flog or fuck your husband. It's your choice. Which is it?"
I see the look in her face when she understands the choice she has to make.
