Jac and Stella

As I walk down the street, just returning from getting a haircut, I find myself thinking back fondly to the previous week. My heart still thumps faster and harder at the mere thought of being Stella's sex toy: when I close my eyes, I can vividly picture each sensation that accompanied her sitting on my face. Each thought sends more and more blood coursing towards my cock and I find myself having to force myself to move on and think of something else entirely.

I can't help but wonder if we'll see each other again. We've exchanged a few messages, probably the bear minimum necessary to keep in touch, but so far, we haven't planned a more organized date. I get the impression that she is a busy woman, one who doesn't want to waste any time with idle chit chat.

My phone vibrates at that very moment and as I glance down at my screen, I'm surprised to see Stella's name, as if she could sense me thinking about her. As I open the message, my heart begins to race again:

"I'm horny and want a session. Let me know if you're free, and if you are, get here now!"

Stella lives some distance away, and even if the trains in my area arrived on time, it would be at least a 50 minutes journey to get there. Today is my day off, and part of me was looking forward to doing absolutely nothing...but if what she has planned is even half as exciting as last time, then I know that I'd be a fool to turn down such an opportunity. I respond and let her know that I'm on my way right now, but that it will take some time for me to get there.

"Don't keep me waiting!" she replies, and before I know it, I'm on the train heading towards her flat.

The trains are always an absolute nightmare, but today they seemed to be going even slower than usual. The hot summer sun is beaming through the windows, and even after taking my jumper off I'm still sweating buckets. The air conditioning seems to be non-existent, and the open windows are providing little to no airflow.

I'm crammed next to people who have neglected their own hygiene and have chosen today of all days to leave their caves and infect me with their horrid smell.

With still 10 minutes (at least) to go, I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket.

As I open the message, I find myself having to hide my phone slightly from the nosy passengers sitting around me. I can feel my face turning scarlet at the mere possibility that they saw my screen. Contained within the message itself are only three words:

"Where are you?"

But attached to the image is a photo, one of a stern and impatient looking Stella. Her eyeliner is dark, similar to the last time we met. I still can't shake the Egyptian Goddess vibes that she gives off. She's wearing a dark red lipstick, but her clothing draws the most attention.

Only her upper half is visible in the image, but I can see that she's wearing a dark corset, with a darker shoal draped over her shoulders. My imagination begins to run wild as I picture what the rest of her body might be wearing...or might not be wearing.

As I feel my arousal begin to build, I have to put my phone away and think about other matters. But every now and again, as the train finishes the remainder of its journey, I find myself glancing down at the photo with rampant anticipation.

After getting off at my stop and walking the short distance to her flat, I buzz up to the top floor. I hear the phone being picked up, but there is no answer.

"Hey, it's me", I say, hoping that she recognizes my voice. The momentary silence is abruptly broken by the sound of the door being buzzed open.

I begin climbing up the stairs towards her flat. I struggle to tell if my heart is racing from excitement, arousal, poor fitness, or all three. Each floor brings me one step closer to a "session" that will likely contain things I've never tried and things I won't be expecting.

As I near her door, I take a moment to pause and catch my breath. Just before I can knock on the door, it swings open to reveal Stella on the other side.

She looks exactly as she did in the picture, except I can now see her lower half. As I try desperately not to stare at her body too long without saying anything, I can feel my jaw quite literally drop as I glance down at her black stockings that run all the way down from her upper thighs to the tips of her toes, hiding behind the black heels that she's wearing.

Even as I start to pull myself away from her lower half, I struggle not to blatantly stare. How can someone look so sexy and elegant, yet naturally powerful and domineering? When I'm finally able to pull my attention away, I look up to see her waiting patiently for me to finish.

Even now as I stare at her face, I find myself drawn in. Magic might not exist, but I certainly feel like I'm under her spell. Using only her hand, she directs me towards the bedroom, clearly choosing to waste no time at all.

I walk into her room and as she closes both doors behind me, I feel an eerie silence fall over us. Usually I'm perfectly fine with long silences, but my erratic nervousness combined with overwhelming excitement causes this silent moment to seem slightly uncomfortable, and so I feel obliged to break it.

"So, how are you, Stella?"

She takes a couple of steps towards me, pressing one finger firmly against my lips. Before she even opens her mouth, I realise that her eyes are speaking volumes. She knows exactly how she wants today to go, and she won't let me do anything that might ruin that. My heart is beating so strong that I feel like somebody is punching my chest. I take a big gulp as I watch this beautiful woman stare into my soul.

"Sshh", she hisses at me, "There is no 'Stella' here today. You will call me 'Goddess', do you understand?"

"Yes", I respond.

Her hand slides under my t-shirt, down my trousers, and into my boxers. She squeezes my balls, which she manages to grab without having to fondle around for them at all, and stares deep into my eyes. It's only now that I'm noticing that she has blue eyes.

"Yes what?" she asks.

"Yes, Goddess" I respond. My mind struggling to juggle answering a question with the sensation of having my balls firmly squeezed.

With her hand still wrapped around my neck, she forces me to my knees. I glance up from the ground and feel undeniably aroused by just how sexy she looks in this angle. She certainly has the power of a Goddess, and commands just as much respect.

"Worship my body!" she instructs me.

I've never worshipped anything before, let alone a body, but I bring my lips close to her legs and kiss her stockings. As I work my way up, I try to find any exposed skin to really show her how delicious she tastes and how desperate I am to please her.

"Your beauty is unchallenged, Goddess!" I tell her as I stop at her thighs to kiss her skin.

As I reach her waist, she lowers her hand to my face. Grasping it, I kiss along her hand, over her wrist, and up her arm. As I reach her face, she grabs me by the throat again and pins me against the wall. She bites her lower lip and seems to momentarily forget what she was about to do.

As she lets go, she turns around and sits on the bed. With excellent posture, she faces me and waits. Out the corner of my eye, I spot something on her table. Spread across it are a number of different sex toys: a crop, a flogger, a belt, handcuffs, a ball gag, lube, a blindfold, a vibrator, and a few other things that I can't quite see from here.

"Why are your clothes still on?" Stella asks me, impatience and lust spreading across her face.

I've been holding my jumper since taking it off on the train, so I simply drop it to the floor and begin to strip. I untie my shoes, sliding them off my heel. I place them under her radiator and stuff my socks inside them. As I pull my t-shirt off, I see Stella leaning slightly forward as her eyes scan up and down my body.

Strangely, I feel more like I'm being admired than examined. Her stare isn't intrusive, it's seductive and indicates that a primal hunger is beginning to grow within her. Undoing my belt and jeans, which happen to be the same ones from the previous week, I let them fall to the floor, stepping out and sliding them next to my jumper with one foot.

Just as my hands grab the waistline of my boxers, Stella interrupts me.

"Stop!" she commands, and I let my hands fall limp by my side.

She gets off the bed and takes a few steps towards me. My cock was already beginning to grow hard, but feeling her presence draw nearer forces it to twitch even more. Her eyes are fixed on my cock as if she has x-ray vision that allows her to see what is hidden behind my boxers.

As she places one nail lightly at the top of my chest, she begins to slowly drag it over my body. Her eyes continue to look down, but her fingernail circles each nipple, tracing ever so lightly across the top of each, before heading down over my stomach. As she tickles my sides, the nail reaches me waistband and glides underneath just a little bit. She continues to drag it over my skin and across my abdomen. My cock twitches more, growing larger by the second.

Just as it's nearly rock solid, she brings her nail over the top of my boxers, tracing its way over the head of my cock, down the shaft, and finally across my balls. This is more than enough to leave my cock throbbing for attention.

Stella smirks as she drops to her knees. Gripping my boxers at either side, she begins to pull them downwards, catching my hard cock in the process. As the fabric slides over my dick, exposing more and more of it, the whole thing suddenly pings back and slaps me in the stomach.

Stella's eyes follow its every movement, and as my boxers hit the floor, I instinctively step out of them, allowing Stella to toss them to the side next to my other clothes. She stares hungrily at my cock and wastes no time in grabbing it in her hand, directing it deep into her mouth.

As soon as her lips begin to slide over the head and down my shaft, fireworks erupt in my cock, brain, and body. Each tiny movement activates pleasure centres that make my body shake with ecstasy.

The pressure that she's adding with her lips is increasing the intensity, but not to the point of being uncomfortable. Every time she pulls her mouth over my head, I feel her tongue flicking and rubbing against my frenulum, tickling all the extra nerves located just below the head of my cock.

My hands, which are dangling at my side, begin to dig into my own skin as I struggle to cope with the intense pleasure that Stella is giving me. I've had blowjobs before, but this is hitting spots and buttons that I didn't even know existed.

With one hand, she is jerking off my cock, very slowly, but it's stretching the skin which makes me even more sensitive and susceptible to each touch from her lips or tongue. I find myself squeezing my own ass and gripping my own thighs as my body begins to buckle and squirm. I'm already nearing the edge, I can feel it, but no part of my wants this to stop.

My eyes are practically rolling back in my head and as she continues to passionately suck my cock, I realise that I have no choice but to warn her.

"I'm getting close, Goddess" I tell her apologetically. I'm sure she realises that no part of me wants this to end, but my own biology is turning against me.

Rather than stopping, she speeds up, and she begins to focus her mouth on the head of my cock. Her lips are squeezing and sucking the head while her tongue occasionally swirls across it, teasing me closer to the edge. Her hand is going faster, but remains at a steady pace, doing long, full strokes.

Any time she lifts her mouth from my cock, her hand slides over the head, using her spit and my precum as lube. I soon find myself in an unusual pleasure-space: I almost feel like I've already gone past the edge, and yet I haven't reached orgasm yet.

All the pleasure I would usually feel at this moment is there, but it lasts much longer than it usually would. My body convulses and shudders and I give Stella the final warning I'm able to.

"I'm going to cum, Goddess!"

With only seconds to spare, I feel my balls tighten as the orgasm begins to erupt from my cock, flowing throughout my entire body. I feel every spurt of cum as it lands into Stella's mouth, but she keeps sucking and stroking, and the pleasure continues.

I find my orgasm carrying on for nearly twice as long as I'm used to, and as it ends, I feel myself plummeting into a state of relaxation and euphoria. My mind becomes empty, like a cup of coffee that's just been knocked over. Barely a single thought finds its way to my conscious mind.

Stella, on the other hand, is only just beginning. She sucks the last droplets of cum off the head of my cock, and then stands up. I'm still in a bit of a daze, but I watch as she places a cushion onto the floor by her bed.

She walks around and pulls two of the restraints onto the bed, one from the top corner and one from the bottom. As she walks back towards me, she lifts the blindfold from the table. My brain is still very much running at half speed, maybe even quarter speed, maybe less, but Stella doesn't expect me to do anything that requires active thought.

In fact, it seems like this mindless state is exactly what she was aiming for. Placing the blindfold over my head so that it covers my eyes, I suddenly find myself in a world of darkness.

Without warning, I feel the familiar warmth and softness of Stella's lips pressing against mine. It's a soft kiss, not like the ones I'm used to experiencing with her, but she begins moving down my body: kissing my neck and chest before biting each of my nipples lightly, pulling them with her teeth and sucking them hard.

As she gets lower, I feel my cock twitch. This isn't the usual type of twitch that represents the beginning of an erection, but rather a twitch of exhaustion. My dick is waving a white flag of surrender, reminding me that it's already done everything it can. Stella slides my nearly limp cock into her mouth and gives it one final suck before standing back up.

The sensation is uncomfortable but somehow still arousing.

I feel Stella's hands on my body. Without saying a word, she guides me towards the bed, pulling me down onto my knees on top of the cushion. She makes me shuffle forward until I'm mostly leaning over the bed, with my face pressed down into the duvet. I feel a little strange.

This position almost reminds me of what people look like when they pray to Gods. I hear Stella clamber across the bed, and suddenly the positioning of the restraints make sense. As she pulls my body upwards, further over the bed, she wraps a restraint around each wrist, forcing my ass into the air and my limp, leaking dick against the wooden panel on the side of her bed.

As I hear items being picked up from her table, Stella suddenly breaks the silence that is suffocating the room.

"You have two safe words", she tells me, "If you say 'red', then I'll know you want to stop the session. If you say 'red', then I'll untie you, take the blindfold off, and we will stop everything".

Her nails run down my back, starting at my neck and ending on my ass cheeks. With the palm of her hand, she almost massages and teases each cheek, before the sound and sensation of a hard spank crashes through me.

"If you say 'yellow', then I'll know that whatever we're doing at that moment has become too intense for you." With another spank of my right ass cheek, I feel warmth beginning to radiate from the surface of my skin. I can practically feel the handprint.

"If you say 'yellow', I'll ask you to confirm whether you want me to simply lower the intensity..." she spanks my left cheek this time, harder than before, "...or end that actions all together. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Goddess." I tell her, my face buried into the mattress as my body is held in place by the restraints.

"Repeat it back to me!" and with that, I wince slightly as another hard spank hits my left cheek.

"If I say 'red', it means that I want to stop everything. If I say 'yellow', then it means that I can't handle the intensity of whatever you're doing to me."

The sensation of spanking is replaced with something more painful, but also more concentrated. Stella runs the flogger over my exposed skin, causing me to tense with anticipation. She then brings it cracking down across each ass cheek: not once, not twice, but three times on each. By the third time, I find myself flinching slightly from the pain.

"Address me properly!" she commands, continuing to flog my bare ass.

"Sorry, Goddess." I plead, trying my best to focus on both her words and the flogger at the same time.

My ass is beginning to feel like it's on fire as the heat from the impacts builds up. Stella teases my skin again with the flogger, reaching down with her hand to lightly spank each check, rubbing each side in turn to keep the blood flowing to all the painful impact points.

Taking a break from my ass, she runs the flogger across my back, before bringing down a volley of whips across my skin. She manages to hit almost every spot on my back: from my tailbone to my shoulders. The pain is increasing, but so is my arousal. I don't know why, but it's like my brain is struggling to tell the difference between pain and pleasure. Her enjoyment is also becoming my enjoyment.

I hear Stella walking back across to the table, my ass and back still stinging from the impacts. She places items down, which is followed by the clicking of a lighter. What is she lighting? Possible ideas are running through my head, but I become distracted when I feel soft, warm lips kissing my ass cheeks.

The sensual nature of each kiss makes me feel relaxed, and I don't even question her motives when Stella releases one of my wrists from the restraint, attaching it instead to the other one at the top of the bed. I'm in a similar position to the other night, but my ankles are still free to move wherever they please.

"Tell me if this feels too tight!" Stella says to me.

It isn't until I feel her wrapping something around my cock and balls that I begin to understand what she's referring to. Some sort of rope or lace is being looped around me until Stella pulls the loops and tightens it, and I feel the base of my cock and balls being restricted.

She then begins wrapping it around just my balls. With each new loop, I feel my balls being pushed further away from by body and squashed tighter together. I begin to realise that I'm not actually sure how tight is too tight. I mean it feels tight, but is it 'too' tight? I figure that my body will warn me if it's too much. With a final loop around my now semi-hard cock, Stella ties it all together and leaves my growing cock to collect something else.

I hear a number of different noises: fabric being dragged over skin, a plug entering a socket, and the scraping of an item across her table.

She pushes my legs further apart so that my feet are actually dangling off either side of the bed. I can feel that she is sitting between my legs, and sure enough I soon feel her skin pressing against my knees. It takes me a while to work out that it's actually her legs I can feel: She's resting them across mine.

Confusion begins to sink it, but I suddenly realise that my legs are not only spread open but are trapped under hers. The confusion lifts as soon as her crop, the very item I encountered the last time I was here, is brought down onto my balls. She's being gentle, but the added sensitivity from my balls being tied up is instantly noticeable.

I begin to hear the sound of a vibrator. This isn't a small vibrator, not like last time. This one is so powerful that I can feel it from the other side of the bed. It almost sounds more like an engine than a sex toy, but the instant moans and gasps that Stella is letting out certainly suggest that it's doing something right. In a matter of seconds, she's panting and moaning, but every so often she cracks her crop against my skin.