Cleansing Of The Mind

Cleansing of the Mind

Tom waited across the street, looking at his phone. His cock was chafing on his jeans, the crotchless panties he had been directed to wear offering no protection. His other hand held the shopping bag of necessary supplies.

SMS: "Do you understand your instructions?"

>>"Yes"

"In five minutes in front of the door?"

>>"Yes"

"Yes what?

>>"Yes Mistress"

Tom approached the door, waited until the time was precise, and pressed the bell. The door unlocked and buzzed as if to alert passersby and reveal Tom's secret, and Tom stepped in. Down the stairs, the lighting became subdued, and the air became more humid and smelled of perfume and leather. Tom turned to close a door, heavy and thick, and now there was only the soft tones of acoustic guitar.

Mistress sat on a leather sofa with a faux fur blanket, her gaze firm and fixed on Tom. Mistress had long vibrant fantasy blue hair, dark eye shadow, and numerous strategically placed Asian themed tattoos. Tom's eyes broke from her gaze and looked at her strapless leather bra, her pleated leather mini skirt, and fishnet stockings, and then dropped to his knees in front of her. Mistress offered her right hand, and he kissed it, soft and tender. Then Tom slipped off Mistress's heels, first the right, tenderly kissing her foot, and then repeated with the left.

"Good Darling. Set your tribute here - and count it."

Tom set the cash on the sofa and counted as he did so, "One, two, three, four...eight, nine, ten," and then he returned to kneeling.

"Good Darling. Are you properly prepared?"

"Yes Mistress," replied Tom, with a small twitch.

"We will see how prepared you are. Stand. Undress." Tom complied, neatly hanging his clothes. Mistress approached him, ran her nails down his chest, and then walked behind him and stopped, with her nails pressing into his back. "Did you bring the champagne?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Did you bring the ice?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Place the champagne on ice in that bucket. Place the remaining ice in the bowl. Then stand for inspection, eyes closed." While Tom performed his tasks, Mistress lit some candles and some incense, and then dimmed the lights. The music darkened. The bass could be felt.

Mistress approached him from behind, fastened a leather collar around his neck, and then pressed her body close behind him. Mistress teased his chest with her fingertips, teased out his nipples, and drew circles in a downward fall over his abdomen. She reached his cock, cupped his balls, and then lightly tugged at each ball sack while teasing the skin with her other hand.

She traced one finger up and down his cock, and it warmed and lengthened just a little. Mistress caught a drop of fluid, raised her finger to Tom's lips, and spread the fluid on his upper lip, just under his nose. She whispered in his ear, "Are you clean?"

"Yes," responded Tom.

Mistress swiftly stepped back and without warning laid a hard smack on his ass with a leather crop. "Yes what?"

"Yes, Mistress," Tom corrected.

"Let's see how clean you are." Mistress attached cuffs to his ankles, "Spread your legs, do not move," and then fastened a spreader bar between them. Mistress cuffed his hands and tied them to a suspension ring above, lifting his arms up. She walked behind him, out of view, and Tom heard the fresh pop of a jar lid opening. First there was a teasing hand, massaging his buttocks, sliding between his cheeks, and then there were two hands, one pulling his cheek to the side, and the other using a small teaspoon to spread and push something cool and gelatinous into his ass. To finish, Mistress inserted a small, delicate butt plug.

Mistress picked up a flogger and lightly brushed Tom's body as she walked around him and continued, her inspection now becoming an interrogation, "Well Darling, I am pleased to see you again. Open your eyes. Look at me. It is a beautiful warm day out today, would you agree?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Mistress brushed Tom's body more forcefully with the flogger and continued. "Wouldn't you rather be outside today instead of down here in this dark room alone with me?"

"No, Mistress."

And then she spun around and landed a hard blow on his ass, her voice raised, "Why not?"

"Because this time is special, Mistress. Your heat will warm me. I want to feel the heat here."

Another sharp blow landed on his back, "Do you feel the warmth now?" And before he could answer, another three sharp blows in quick succession. "Do I frighten you?"

He strained at the suspension ring, "A little, but I want to follow you."

"Good answer, Darling." Mistress stood close in front of Tom, lightly stroked his chest with her free hand, cupped his balls, and then leaned in, whispering in his ear, "Do you like my outfit?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"But you must think there are so many pretty young girls out in this warm weather today. Don't you think my outfit is a little dark and plain?"

"No, Mistress."

"Really? On my way here I noticed quite a few delicious, sexy young girls. Young girls in neon yoga shorts, short pink sundresses with open backs, braless in lacy white crop tops..." Mistress gripped his cock, and placed her lips closer to his ear, and licked it, "Can you smell them as they pass by? Wouldn't you rather be out with them now?"

Tom's cock stiffened, "No, Mistress."

"You lie!" The flogger landed hard, multiple times, on Tom's thighs, eliciting sharp cries. Mistress slapped his cock with an open handed, downward motion. There was precum on her hand. "You dirtied my hand. Clean it." Mistress held her hand to Tom's mouth, and he licked it clean.

"Cleanliness is important Tom. We are going to have some good clean, dirty fun, aren't we?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Mistress reached behind, removed the butt plug, and held it to Tom's mouth. "Open. Suck it. Lick it." Task completed, Mistress continued, "What does it taste like?"

"I taste strawberry jam, Mistress."

"Yes, Darling. And if you followed your instructions correctly, that is all that you taste." Mistress then reached behind again and scooped the remainder from between his cheeks. "Clean my hand. Take the rest."

Mistress removed the spreader bar, loosened the ropes, and tied Tom's hands behind his back. "Do you appreciate Mistress's hard work?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I think it is time for a pause." Mistress reached for the champagne, held the bottle close to Tom's cock, and released the cork. Tom flinched as the cork exploded, barely missing his cock.

"Kneel." Mistress tied a blindfold on Tom, poured herself a glass, and took a sip. "It IS so warm out today, Darling," Mistress said with emphasis. "Can you smell all those young girls out there Darling? Oh, and the MILFs, Darling, the Cougars. Let's not forget them. They are hot and hungry too." Mistress lifted her skirt and brought her naked crotch close to Tom's nose, "Can you smell it Darling? Smell the sex in the air. Would you like to lick it? It's SO wet."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Open your mouth, stick your tongue out." Mistress took a sip of her glass, and just as Tom's tongue tried to land on her clit, Mistress leaned over and spit onto his tongue. "Not yet, Darling, but I promise there is a reward at the end of the rainbow."

Mistress drank the rest of her glass, "I feel energized now. This is a wonderful champagne you selected." Silence - then a solid flogger blow to Tom's chest, and a gulp from Tom, "I'm sorry, am I alone in here? Respond when spoken to."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Mistress traded the flogger for a crop, moved behind Tom, and landed sharps blows in succession on Tom's feet, "Can you feel the heat?"

Before Tom could answer, more blows landed on his back, and the intervening responses were limited to "Uff...owww... agh...Fuck!"

"Stand!"

As Tom came up on his feet, Mistress landed two stinging blows on his ass, and he hesitated a small step away with an "Oww."

"It's time for our lesson today. Come." Mistress pinched the head of Tom's now flaccid cock with two fingers and lead him over to a leather bondage bench. "Careful, you are to climb and mount this bench doggy style." Tom found his place, hands first and then knees, with guidance from Mistress. She fastened his wrist and ankle cuffs to the bench. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, Mistress." Tom was, in fact, comfortable. The leather cushions were soft, and he could rest his chest on the bench, but his cock and ass were completely exposed.

Mistress sat on a stool behind Tom and picked up a leather punishment strap. She dipped her free hand in a bowl of warm oil and spread it on his cock. She began to massage his back with circular motions of the strap, while lightly massaging and stretching his balls. "When did you last touch yourself, Darling?"

"This morning, Mistress."

Mistress extended her massage by stroking his cock with just two fingers. "And what were you thinking about this morning?"

Tom tried to move his hips to gain a little more stroke, and softly said "Umm, oh, I..."

There was a sharp crack as the strap landed on his right shoulder, but Mistress continued stroking. "Focus Tom! Answer immediately! What were you thinking about? Was it legs? Was it breasts with hard nipples?"

"No, Mistress."

"Was it pussy? Were you thinking about pussy?"

"Yes, Mistress," but Tom's cock responded only a little.

Mistress struck a sharp blow on his ass in between each word as she spoke, "Do - Not - Lie - Darling - You - Must - Respond!" The cock stroking continued under interrogation, "Was it ass? Were you thinking about ass?"

In spite of the hot marks on his ass, Tom's cock responded, "Yes, Mistress."

"Very good Darling. The ass can be very seductive. It can reveal so much about a person, physically and emotionally." Mistress spread some oil between Tom's cheeks, and massaged a little of all, cock, balls and ass. "Are you ready for your lesson, Darling?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Excellent," and Mistress used two fingers to spread oil into his hole, dipping her fingers in the bowl many times to add more oil. Mistress dropped the crop and used both hands, stroking his cock and probing his ass. Tom responded, but Mistress stopped, "Do you want me to continue, Darling?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Mistress ever so slowly gave a single stroke, "Are you sure? You know I am a demanding teacher."

"Yes, please, Mistress."

More oil, and a third finger, "Squeeze Darling. Grip my fingers - - - Excellent. Relax - open for me again." Tom's cock gained some stiffness and showed some precum. "Again, grip it - - - Now open for me Darling." Mistress removed her hand and inserted an inflatable butt plug with a long hose. She wiped her hands with a towel and moved to stand in front of Tom.

Mistress bowed down to whisper in Tom's ear, "Why do you think of ass, Darling?"

"It's very sexy, Mistress."

"You don't think pussy is sexy?" Before Tom could answer, Mistress lifted her skirt and presented her sex to his nose. It smelled of flowery perfume and salt. "Lick it," but before Tom's tongue could reach its mark under the darkness of the blindfold, Mistress squeezed the inflation bulb to the butt plug and shifted her position. "Try again, Darling. It's right here."

Tom stretched out a little further and his tongue just barely landed on her clit, when Mistress squeezed the bulb again, distracting him with urgent pressure deep inside, "Ohh."

Mistress moved to his left, "Come on, you can do it Darling. Over here," and Tom fumbled in his darkness, just barely reaching her clit before Mistress slipped to his right. "Peek a boo. It's over here, Darling." Tom searched again and captured her clit for a moment, and then Mistress pulled back, "Maybe there is a pussy lover in you after all. Come get your reward." Mistress moved to center again, and presented her slit to Tom's tongue, which managed a long salty lick from hole to clit, and then Mistress gave three squeezes on the bulb in succession and Tom stopped and let out an open mouthed, breathy moan that she could feel on her clit.

Mistress quickly found the strap again and struck Tom's ass, "Squeeze Darling! Grip it!" He released a louder open moan, and she struck him again, "Grip it! Squeeze that ass!" Tom obeyed and twerked his butt as Mistress struck him again, and he sweated and cried out a loud moan.

And in an instant, Mistress released the air and extracted the plug. She took a sip of the champagne glass, and idly ran her finger up Tom's sweaty back as she paused. Mistress kneeled down at Tom's head, "Look up. Open your mouth," took a mouthful of champagne, and spit it into his mouth. She returned to the stool behind him, and lightly rubbed his tender, red cheeks. "You are a good student, Darling. What have we learned?"

"Your pussy is enchanting, Mistress."

"Well, yes, thank you. The lesson is that the pussy and the ass can both be seductive."

"It's time for your exam, Darling. Let's review today's lesson." Mistress set aside the strap, oiled both hands liberally, and massaged his ass, cock and balls. "We started discussing the beautiful girls and women outside today. Remember that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

In a firm tone that left no doubt, Mistress continued, "Describe one to me."

"She had short, dirty blonde hair. She was wearing a soft, white ruffled miniskirt, a matching tie front white mini-blouse, and white/black pattern cowboy boots."

"Very nice, Darling." Mistress continued to stroke his cock and traced circles around his hole. "Tell me more, what was her skin like?"

"She had a light tan. A small tattoo on her right thigh, and..." Tom took a breath as Mistress began to finger his ass, "a very elegant tattoo on her belly."

"Did she have a belly?"

Tom began to breath deeper and lose focus as Mistress stroked his cock and it stiffened, "No, not really, I don't know, it doesn't matter," and Tom began to move his ass with Mistress's movements.

Mistress added more oil to the probing hand with the free hand, and continued, "What were her breasts like?"

Tom's answers became less structured, "Not big. No bra."

Mistress added a third finger, "Could you see her bottom?"

"Yesss - some, Mis-tress."

Mistress gripped his cock a little firmer. "Did she have a pretty mouth? With that short hair I bet she could suck your cock anytime."

"Uh-huh, Mis..." Tom caught his breath as Mistress added a fourth finger, and more oil.

"Relax. Open for me Darling." Tom began to grip the bench harder and moved more cautiously. He was sweating. Mistress began to massage his prostate with a sweeping, heavy pressure. Tom's movements became involuntary, and his cries a whimpering moan. "What do you think her ass was like? Was she fully shaved? Was she pantiless, or did she have a delicate thong on?"

"Maybe, yah," was Tom's breathless, undecisive response, and he tried to maximize the stroking of his cock.

Mistress formed a duck hand and began twist her hand and spread Tom's ass, "Would you like to fuck her ass?"

"Ya - woaa," and Tom tensed.

"Relax Darling. Open. Imagine her shaved ass open for you. Imagine her stretching that ass for your cock. Fair is fair, Darling. Your cock in her ass."

"Oh ya, oh fuck."

"Push out Darling," and with that Mistress pushed with certainty and inevitability, and her wrist slipped into his ass. She stroked Tom's cock by holding her cock hand still and rocking his body with the hand in his ass. "Fuck her ass, Darling. Feel it on your cock. Fuck it."

"Ohhh - Ohhh - Ohhhh, ya," and Tom lost it. Cum dripped in a pool on the floor, and Mistress gently removed her hand.

"Lesson completed my student." Tom's ass gaped open, and Mistress reached over to the partially melted ice, took two cubes, placed them in his ass, and pushed his butt cheeks together.

"Oh, SHIT!" exclaimed Tom.

"Shhhh Darling, I think you need a little cooling down after all that heat." Mistress wiped her hands on a towel, wiped Tom's ass, unfastened him from the bench, and led him, this time by the hand, to the bed. "Lay down Darling." Mistress placed a blanket over him and set a timer for 20 minutes. "Rest here. When the alarm wakes you, please clean the room and check out. You were wonderful today, Darling." Mistress placed a kiss on his forehead and walked towards the door.

"I look forward to your call, Darling." And with that, Mistress was gone.