Part I may be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/domination-15
Chapter Four
To be perfectly honest, I was a little overwhelmed by the possibilities. I mean, having another human being ready and willing to do whatever you ask? There are just too many things. Of course, my mind immediately turned toward the more sexual ends toward which I could put Jake. The first thing I wanted to do was let that tongue do its nimble work. Even exhausted as I was from coming so many times in a single day, my refractory period was mercifully short, and I was greedy for that tongue.
I sat up, looking down at the man kneeling on the carpet before me. "Here's my first order," I said, crossing my arms. "Take off all your clothes. Except for your boxers."
He obeyed, giving me a little-boy look that was fucking heartrending and erotic. As he undressed, I climbed into a standing position, turned my back to him, and bent forward so that he could see the cleft of my pussy playing peekaboo while I slid my skirt down over my hips and kicked it to the side. Then I knelt back down on the bed and turned over onto my back again. I spread my legs to give him a good view, and started idly touching myself as I watched him hastily unzip his pants and bend to pull off his socks. His cock strained against the front of his black boxers. When he was finished, he knelt before the bed again. I stripped off my shirt, leaving just the bustier, garters, and stockings. Then I stood and walked over to him. He almost looked like he was drooling, with my pussy so close to his face.
"Now lie down on the bed."
"Yes, mistress." He looked longingly at my legs, and did as he was told.
"Settle in, now. You're going to be there for awhile."
He eagerly set about adjusting the pillows so that his head and neck were comfortable. It was obvious what he was hoping for. I just happened to be hoping for the same thing.
I crawled up onto the bed and stood over him for a moment, my feet on either side of his hips. With one stockinged foot, I made a slow trail up the inside of his leg to his balls, where I lingered for a moment. Then I circled the tip of his cock with my toe. His cock was almost purple, it was so engorged. He squirmed beneath my touch, impatient for what was to come.
Finally, I planted a foot next to either shoulder and knelt down carefully. He thrust his head up to receive his prize, already greedy.
"No no," I chided, giving him a finger to suck on instead.
"You don't start until I say."
"Yes, Mistress," he mouthed around my finger. His tongue busily flicked and sucked. He was showing off. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as I looked down at him.
Slowly, I lowered myself down so that my pussy was mere inches from his mouth. I could feel the heat of his breath, and the sensation was almost as intense as being touched. He quickly flicked his tongue up and hit the bullseye of my clit.
"Hey! What did I tell you?" I scolded, leaning back to slap the head of his cock. He jumped, then let his head fall back again. "Not until I tell you to start."
I let my wet pussy hover over his face in this way for fifteen minutes. I watched the clock. It was only after my thighs started to tremble from the awkward position. Finally, I began to lower myself inch by inch so that his mouth was so close to my cunt that I could feel the moisture now as well as the heat of his breathing. He groaned and writhed beneath me.
"Please," he breathed, his hot exhalation warming my already-engorged clit. "Please, Mistress..."
Abruptly, I relaxed the muscles in my legs and sat down fully on his face. Without hesitation, his tongue began its work. I arched my back, grinding my cunt into his face, moaning with the pleasure of the delicious sensations he was eliciting. He began by lightly circling my clit with his tongue, and my body shuddered of its own volition in response. Next, he made longer, harder strokes from my sopping hole up to the little lip overhanging my clitoris. I rocked back and forth, pressing myself against his tongue. He was making low grunts, slightly thrusting his hips behind me. I glanced back, and his cock looked like it was throbbing, his balls tight against the base. He must be aching for release, I thought. I reached back and lightly flicked the sensitive spot where the head meets the shaft, and he shuddered. I laughed.
"Having a hard time controlling yourself?" I goaded. "That's pretty pathetic. Can't even manage a few minutes of eating pussy with that filthy mouth of yours without nearly losing it?"
I ground myself harder and more cruelly onto his face, and he responded by thrusting his tongue as far inside my cunt as he could, shoving and retracting it hard and fast. I gasped, and when he licked his way back up to my clit and began furiously sucking, I had a thunderous orgasm, the waves of ecstasy crashing through my body. I screamed and shuddered as he continued sucking my clit, hard, and I came again. I braced both hands against the wall in front of me, and pressed myself down even more firmly. He responded by fucking my pussy harder with his tongue, and increasing the fury of his sucking and licking so that it was hard to believe that a human mouth was doing all that work. I was shivering uncontrollably, goosebumps covering my skin, as I had orgasm after screaming orgasm, my mind shooting out of my body and somewhere into the stratosphere.
After the seventh or eighth orgasm, I became something less than myself, or something more: a creature devoted only to its own pleasure, willing to use any means to get it - including the man writhing beneath me, working his tongue and his mouth furiously on my hot, wet cunt. It didn't just feel like my mind left my body - all rational thought ceased and I became something wild, something animalistic and driven. As Jake pressed me on, I kept coming and coming and coming until the waves built upon themselves into a typhoon, and suddenly I was experiencing one continuous orgasm. I gasped and moaned, unable to catch my breath. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and abruptly rose to stand on quivering legs above him.
I looked down, and saw that his face was slick with fluids from my cunt. His tongue lapped at them hungrily, his pupils dilated, his cock shuddering between his legs. He began to touch himself then, and I moved down so that my back was to him, pinning his hands by his sides. He fought me, grunting, and I grasped a hand in each wrist and put my full body weight on him. I placed my knees on the insides of his elbows.
Still trying to catch my breath, I scolded, "That was unauthorized. How should I punish you?"
He panted, "Maybe you should - -"
"Shut up, bitch!" I yelled. I was shocked at the ferocity of my own fury, and that I had called him a bitch. But it was fitting. He had begged me, pathetically, to use him. He was under my command, and I would take no shit.
"Hmm..." I mused, my mind racing in a thousand directions. "Don't. Fucking. MOVE." I ordered, climbing off of him, and the bed.
I walked over to the coat that I had flung over the back of the chair next to the television, and took a look around the room while I dug in the pocket. A curtain divided the bedroom from a sitting room, and the windows looked out onto Commonwealth Avenue below. If someone were looking into the room from the building across the street, they would have been able to see the whole thing. I found what I was looking for in my pocket: a hair elastic. I set it on the TV stand.
I reached down and unhooked my stockings from their garters. Then I sat and slowly drew them off, bunching each as I went along. I shook them out carefully, one at a time, then draped them over my coat. Next, I reached around to the hook closures of my bustier, and undid them one by one, with my back turned to Jake. Then I peeled it off my sweaty body, enjoying the sensation of my pert breasts swinging free. I shook my hair out and ran a hand through it, feeling the accumulated sweat of multiple orgasms.
"I need to take a shower," I said, without looking at him. "But first..."
I had never used a cock ring with any of my conquests, but I knew about them. I picked up the hair elastic, which was hot pink, and approached the bed. "Stay still," I said. "This won't hurt. At least, it shouldn't..." He obliged, craning his neck to see what I was doing. First, I looped the elastic around his balls and twisted it. Then I looped it a few more times and stretched it with my fingers so that it was large enough to fit over his sizeable cock. I made a tunnel with my fingers, the elastic looped around them, and spit on my palm before slowly my hand down over his cock until the head hid my hand. I moved my hand clockwise slowly, then counter clockwise, not letting the improved cockring slip onto the base yet. The saliva warmed quickly to the temperature of his steaming hot dick, and he began writhing from the effects of my ministrations.
