"You know that was the first time I saw you naked."
This was Peter, my favorite sub. He was referring to our last session, when I'd brought in another mistress to domme the two of us. It had gone very well (you can read about it in "Becoming a Sub"), and I had agreed to let Peter dom me for half this session.
"We can session in the nude. I'd like that actually," I said.
I took off my corset and stepped out of my panties. Peter, already nude, walked over to me and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and swung my legs around his waist.
I didn't do this with any of my other subs. Peter and I were growing closer, and we were having fun. I'd even started giving him guitar lessons in exchange for him teaching my about computer audio. There was nothing romantic going on here — I was still fucking girls. But I looked forward to playing with Peter, and especially to today.
After I was done beating Peter, it was my turn to suffer. He put me into suspension bondage, and started beating me slowly with an elk skin flogger. Once I was warmed up, he grabbed some things from his bag and walked in front of me.
"I need to warm you up some more," he said.
He licked something — some film — and put it on nipples. My nipples felt warm, then hot, then really hot. I smelled cinnamon candy.
"Breath mints," he said. "Listerine Cool Heat Breath Strips."
He popped one in his mouth.
"They burn, don't they?" he asked.
Hell, yes, they did. I pulled against my restraints, trying to get some relief.
"Would you like me to get them off," he asked.
"Yes, yes. Please!" I begged.
He put his mouth on my breasts and sucked the strips off, tonguing my nipples in the process. That actually felt nice. The heat fell down to a bearable level.
"I think I need to cool them off some more," he said.
He put two ice cubes on my nipples and I jumped back. It was only ice, but my nipples were so sensitive, it really hurt.
"I can take them off," he said "but I'll need to put them on your clit."
"Yes, yes, anything."
I wasn't thinking. The ice hit my clit and I jumped. My feet, however, had been chained to the floor so I didn't get far. I stood on my toes to get away from Peter, but he kept the ice on my clit until it melted.
Jesus. I was exhausted. The episode took maybe ninety seconds, but I felt like I'd been put through the wringer.
"Does your pussy need to warm up?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "Please warm my pussy."
He put a finger inside me for first time. There's something very intimate about that, feeling someone else inside you. He added another finger and stroked me gently. My pussy was warming up.
"Do not cum without permission," he said.
He stroked me harder, and I felt a certain feeling welling up inside me.
"Permission to cum, master."
I didn't think about it — I just felt I should call him "master."
"Permission to cum, master. Please?"
I was begging. He'd found my G-spot and I wouldn't last long.
"Please. Master. I can't hold on."
He pulled his fingers out. My orgasm had been frustrated. This was not nice.
"Do you want to cum?" he asked.
"Yes. Badly."
"Can I kiss you?"
"No tongue," I said. "Against the rules."
"Then no orgasm for you."
He went over to his bag and pulled out a Hitachi Magic Wand. He plugged it in and turned it on. He held the vibrating head in his hand and approached me.
"This feels nice," he said.
He put the back of his hand against my pussy. The vibrations were weaker, but I felt them.
"I could put the head right on your clit," he said.
"Yes, please, master. I'd like that a lot."
"Then kiss me."
"I don't want to lose my job."
"What do you want — your job or to cum?"
"Both, sir?"
He pulled his hand away, and the vibrations stopped.
He had me.
"Master, please kiss me."
I just hoped no one would walk in on us.
He stepped to me and I opened my mouth, preparing to receive him. We kissed, and his tongue slipped over mine. I felt the vibrator on my clit. I kissed Peter, thanking him for the pleasure he was giving me.
"Permission to cum, sir?"
"Granted," he said. "You may cum."
And I did, kissing him and looking straight into his eyes. It was the first time I'd cum with a sub, but it wouldn't be the last. And most of them were with Peter.
He unchained me and got me out the suspension gear.
"That was cruel, the orgasm denial," I said.
"It is, but it's kind of like foreplay," he said. "When the orgasm finally hits, it's worth it."
That was true. But it was time to move on to the ass-fucking. I stepped into a harness and fixed the dildo — a vibrating Mistress. I hit the switch on the bullet vibe and adjusted the straps. The vibrations made my pussy feel good.
"I like the way you look with a cock," he said.
I reached down, grabbed it and placed it next to his cock. His was a little bigger, but mine vibrated. He put his hand on mine and we held our cocks together. He pushed my cock back into me, stroking it, grinding the base against my clit.
Now I felt the vibrations.
I slid my hand on his cock, matching him stroke for stroke. He leaned into me and kissed me. He was getting turned on now, as turned on as I was. He put an arm around me to steady me, and I did the same. We were in a kinky embrace, stroking each other's cocks. The closer I got to cumming, the harder I stroked Peter's cock. I felt his pre-cum oozing out, and used it for lube.
I looked up and kissed him. I heard him moan, and felt warm liquid spill on my thigh. That pushed me over the edge, and I came, too.
I looked down at Peter's cum on my leg and got an idea.
"Down on your knees," I ordered. "I want to give you a facial."
He kneeled and crossed his arms behind back. Nice touch. He opened his mouth, and I flicked the cum on to his face. I got his nose, one cheek and some in his mouth. I rubbed the last of his cum onto my cock.
"Stand up. Don't swallow."
I opened the door and led Peter back to the waiting area. Dahlia, the phone girl, was there, along with two new dommes.
"This is Peter, and he just came on my leg. So I used his own cum to give him a facial. Peter — open your mouth."
He obeyed, as I knew he would.
"That's his cum on his tongue. Now Peter, wipe the rest of your cum off your face and eat it!"
He wiped the cum into his mouth and swallowed. I grabbed him by his hair and threw him to the ground.
"Now clean my cock!"
He put his hands on my hips and impaled his mouth on my cock. I heard him struggle and gag, and then my cock went all the way in.
He was deep-throating me! I'd never seen that before.
He looked up and I saw his eyes had filled with water. That turned me on again. I grabbed his head so I could thrust my cock in and out of his mouth. He made some gurgling sounds, and I pushed him off my cock. He fell onto his back, stringers hanging from his mouth.
"Wow," said one of the new girls, "he could suck my cock anytime."
All in all, a good session. Peter was a good dom, and a wonderful sub.
Peter went on vacation to St. Barths, so I didn't see him for a couple of weeks. We emailed, though, and I asked him if he was thinking about me when he masturbated. He said he had, so I ordered him to send some photos of him jerking off. I told him I'd do the same.
That got me started on a discussion of the history of vibrators. I had been a gender studies major at college, and had learned that vibrators had been designed to help doctors as medical instruments. If a women wasn't feeling right — read: depressed or anxious— she would be diagnosed as suffering from female hysteria. The treatment was pelvic massage, or finger-fucking. Vibrators, basically, were to help doctors with tired hands.
Whatever the case, I told Peter that I had a fantasy about being a patient and being brought to orgasm by a doctor.
Peter said he would be my doctor. Which is what I wanted him to say. He said he would take care of everything, but asked me to bring my favorite dildo from home.
When the day came for my "appointment," I was in the hallway outside one of the rooms at the my dungeon, the Hidden Chamber. I knocked and poked my head inside.
"Doctor?" I asked. "I'm Kathi."
Peter had dressed the part. He wore a doctor's white coat over a shirt and tie, and a stethoscope hung around his neck. In his shirt pocket were tongue depressors, a thermometer and a penlight.
"Please come in and have a seat."
He led me by the hand over to the bed.
"Tell me how you feel," he said.
"OK, basically," I said. "But I don't feel like myself. I feel like I'm anxious, on edge. Plus I have no energy. I have to drag myself out of bed in the morning."
"No aches, no pain?" he asked.
"None," I said. "I just don't feel right."
He put his hand on my forehead.
"You don't feel hot."
Then he took my pulse.
"Pulse is strong and regular. I'd like to check your ears. Please turn your head to the side."
He flicked on the penlight and took a peek.
"Other side, please," he said. "Your ears look good."
The penlight went back in his pocket.
"I'ld like to listen to your heart now. Please take off your shirt."
