The evening continues...
My suddenly dominant Asian Mistress whispered again into my ear: "In this next round, it's important that you see exactly what is happening to you, so you can learn to appreciate how to serve me best."
She tilted my head up and put some kind of a pillow beneath my neck, and then pulled off the blindfold. I blinked at the light, letting my eyes recalibrate. I couldn't see her, bound to the table as I was. I could, however, smell her hair and the hint of perfume just behind my head.
What I could see was my painfully erect, purple-headed cock. The head was truly a deep shade of purple, like a ripe plum, with several rounds of rope tied just above the stem and below the head. I couldn't quite see my balls, but could only imagine they were the same color, or worse, bound to the bursting point.
My Mistress moved into my sight line, lifting one elegant leg over the table, and sat down on my thighs. I had a brief glimpse of her shaven pussy, wet with her juice, before my erect cock blocked that delightful view. She was still wearing her wispy bra, but her hard dark nipples were poking through.
"Like what you see, bitch boy?" I nodded. She smirked.
"I know, you men are always so easy. A little skin, a hint of sex, and you will put up with anything. Well, let's see how trainable you are. This is going to hurt a bit, but try to be a man..."
She ripped the tape from my mouth. It did, indeed hurt, but I limited myself to a hard breath.
"Good boy. How have you done cleaning my messy panties?" She clamped my nose closed with one hand, and when my mouth opened in reflex she dug in and pulled out the tiny scrap of cloth. She examined it closely, then put it in front of my face.
"Very nice. All of my lover's cum is gone. It looks like we have found something you are good at, which is excellent, since you will have plenty of opportunity to display your talent." Despite the ominous implication, I felt a sudden, unexpected wash of pride at the praise.
"Now, it's important that you always associate sex, pleasure and pain with me, so I'll have to refresh the scent for you." She took the panty, and slowly dragged it down her body, teasing each nipple, caressing her amazingly tight abs, and then, with a wry smile, placed the triangle delicately over the head of my cock. She scratched the head through the silk with one nail, and laughed when my hips involuntarily pressed up.
"No, not yet, my pet. But good to see you haven't lost the plot." She rose up into a half squat, so I could once again see her gorgeous slit. She poked her panties inside with her slender fingers, making a tease of it, until just a small edge of the g-string was visible, hanging down.
She stood, legs splayed wide around the table, and walked slowly closer to my head, until she was directly over my head. Looking up, I could see her panty string dangling from her pussy, her breasts above, and her wash of dark hair, hanging over her face.
Gradually she squatted down, until the string was almost in reach. I strained to reach. A quick ping to my balls got my attention. Ouch!
"Beg." What?
"Beg for it."
"Please Mistress, may I...have your panties back?"
"You may." She sat down on my face. I managed to get the string between my teeth.
