Further adventures of Emily and Mike (names changed). Can be read in series or standalone, background in Part 1.
Tess-O'Meter -- Green
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Submission.
I'm not gonna lie, it doesn't come naturally to Mike.
However, get him right and he dives right into the zone; it's great, such a power trip.
Delicate balance though, and it doesn't always work out.
Like a few weeks ago.
Mike loves being pegged. He waited ages to try it and adored it, but then for a while when we were first getting to know each other he went a bit weird.
I advised him that getting off on his prostate getting ROCKED by my strap-on did not make him gay.
Obviously, there is nothing wrong with being gay. Or bi, or whatever the hell you are.
Blokes though, the straight ones. Well, they can get a little sensitive about it.
I was of course, incredibly supportive; the conversation went like this.
"Isn't it weird that I enjoy taking it up the ass?"
"Why?"
"Do you think I'm a bit gay!"
"A. Bit. Gay?"
"Uh huh!"
"Mike, you're straight."
"But."
"Stop being a twit."
Yep, that's me being supportive.
Well, it was a stupid question.
Once over that hurdle, Mike really enjoys bending over for me.
However, the other week he clearly just was not into it.
He was hard, but that doesn't mean much, it's been his basic state since he hit puberty.
He was moaning, and there were a couple of 'Oh yea baby's,' which was strange in itself, he rarely uses pet names.
He was kind of distracted.
Relenting, I pushed him onto his tummy, pulled off the stap-on and settled myself on his butt, making sure to rub myself real good there, coz I was horny and rubbing myself on his firm young ass is always fun.
Then I ran my hands up his back to his shoulders and started to knead firmly, obtaining my first genuine groan of the evening.
"Oh fuck, that feels gooood," he mumbled into the pillow.
No surprise, his shoulders were like rocks.
Once he started to relax, and told me about the shit day, on top of the shit week, following a shit month, he started to get turned on for real.
Flipping onto his back Mike pulled me in for what can only be described as sweet, tender, almost romantic loving.
The kind that we don't do often and always makes me wish I was ten years younger.
Okay, twenty, who's counting!
So, it turns out that men have moods. Who knew?
(Okay ladies, stop laughing now!)
Tonight though, I'm in full Mistress mode and have no time for manly moods.
Mike is going down.
Oh, sorry, no not like that -- well maybe later.
I wasn't using my safe word free pass, I was saving that for a very special occasion, but Mike knew I wanted to send him into the sub-zone tonight.
But, like I said, submission -- not his natural state.
You have to arouse him, but also scare him just a little.
It's not so easy, as Mike isn't into pain, and I'm really not scary.
(Apart from first thing in the morning, of course.)
Mike's a brilliant actor and can freak me out with a look, but I just go red and crack up, so I have to be sneaky about the whole intimidation thing.
Plus, I use blindfolds a lot. Then he can't see me grinning away as I hiss, "You are about to get punished -- hard."
I'll let you all into a secret though.
We laugh a lot.
It's not like this fuck buddy exploration of limits and interests was ever going to be super serious.
We get the giggles, a lot.
But tonight.
I manage to maintain a serious expression as I fasten the cuffs around Mike's wrists and then tie them together in front of him.
Mike is naked, already hard and dripping.
I'm comfortably clothed, getting steadily wetter as he allows me to restrain him, the flush on his cheekbones showing how aroused he is.
Both of us breathing fast.
We are at the cabin. Tonight, we require privacy, plus I have some new equipment to make use of.
Mike stands, calmly watching me, his hands bound in front of him as I raise the gag.
A slight smile (so sweet, his excitement) and he opens for me. I quickly fasten the gag and pull a sleep mask over his forehead, ready to blindfold him.
Mike's blue eyes are wide now. Something about bondage makes him look so innocent, which he really, really isn't!
He knows tonight is a punishment game, so he's nervous.
However, as I reach down and gently stroke him, it is clear that the bondage is doing its job of really turning him on.
"Let's get you set up," I say as I pull him through the patio doors. There is a slight step which is why he is not yet blindfolded.
Mike looks up at the hook hanging from a new bracket.
"Yes, that's for you," I say, answering his unspoken question as I lift his wrists and thread them over the hook.
Mike stands quietly as I move behind him and start to wind the hook up. He is starting to tremble and looks absolutely fucking beautiful.
My pussy throbs as he allows me to lift his bound wrists, making him helpless.
I stretch his body up, so he is comfortable, but completely open to me and at my mercy.
Then I deliberately drop the winder which falls to the floor with a loud clatter and makes Mike swing himself around to see.
Faking panic I quickly push him back around and pull down his blindfold, but as I had planned, Mike had spotted the new hooks along the wall holding a flogger, strap, and a curled-up bull whip.
The flogger and strap we know well, but the bull whip is a new addition, and he freaks out.
Mumbling through the gag he tries to pull with his body weight but he's already defenseless and cannot escape.
He stands nervously listening as I start to speak.
"It's time Mike," I run my nails lightly up and down his torso, enjoying his shudders and the breath coming fast.
"It's time for your Mistress to claim you, this is where we have been heading from the start. From today you are mine, truly my slave, and to prove that to you, and me and the world." I pause and press a kiss to his quivering stomach.
"It's time for me to mark you," another kiss. "permanently."
Mike starts to try and twist away from me in his panic, his gagged mumbles, more insistent. I take a firm hold on his balls and he stills, breathing hard and trembling.
"Sssshhh." I console him.
"Hush now. The pain won't last for long. I'll take care of you."
I start to stroke him gently and before long Mike is responding. Like he can't help himself.
Boys. So easy.
I tease Mike until he is leaking copiously, using my mouth and hands to arouse him all over.
Then it's time for the flogger.
Mike is really turned on, but nowhere near submitting. Uncertainty coming off him in waves.
As I said, he doesn't really do pain, but he does enjoy a good spanking and he likes the flogger on his ass.
I like it on his vulnerable chest and stomach, so to keep him getting turned on I am careful to give him two or three whacks on the ass, for every whack elsewhere.
Making sure to regularly remind his cock and balls how amazing my mouth feels.
Plus occasional strokes from my well lubed finger on his prostate, which makes him writhe deliciously in thin air, and keeps him in the game even as he grunts as my fingers impale him.
Within twenty-minutes Mike's skin is flushed from arousal and the flogger.
He's covered in a light sheen of sweat, which makes me want to lick him all over, despite the fact I'm practically allergic to sweat, and his every breath is a moan.
I stroke his cock until his hips are thrusting and he's right on the edge, and then after a couple of sharp slaps from my hand on his ass, I grab the strap.
Mike grunts as I punish his backside with the strap, his hips still thrusting.
This strap is safe. It will redden the skin, and it feels like a really good heavy slap, but we have used it a lot on all parts of each other's body's.
It's one of our favourite toys during role play.
I move around and land a blow on his stomach, forcing the air out, and then his chest.
It catches a nipple and Mike hollers, throwing his head back.
I move forward and suck his nipple into my mouth, soothing with my tongue.
This might be game over; that was well over Mike's pain limit and purely due to my crappy aim.
Mike's head falls forward, he is sobbing now, but also rubbing against me.
I step back and he continues to thrust into the air.
I thwack his ass again and he starts to moan with the sobs and thrust faster.
He's going under.
Excellent.
I alternate the strap with my hands or mouth for another ten-minutes, but there is a limit to how long he can hang here, and his wrists are taking more and more of his weight.
I have no idea what he is thinking. If I have done my job right, he's not thinking at all, it will be all about sensation.
I grab my new whip. Still stroking his body with my hands as he moans and tries to lean into me.
It's not a bull whip, that's a fake. This whip is not any more severe than our strap, but it feels very different.
It's quite long and after the thwack sensation, very like the strap, it wraps around the body and ends with a sting.
No more than red marks though.
I have no idea if this will snap Mike out of the sub-zone or push him deeper.
My first hit lands smartly on his ass, pushing him forward with a grunt before a split second later the end wraps around and stings his thigh.
