It had been about six months since we'd had a session of kink. It was my obsession. I always wanted it. I watched porn and jerked off late at night, spilling semen on myself, dreaming of our sporadic sessions. I craved her to command me. To make me do humiliating, filthy things. It gave me a feeling of release, having someone else whom I trusted intimately in command, for a time. But this was not typically in her nature.
Over the years, I had watched hours and hours of porn. I liked seeing the woman take charge and the man play the submissive slave to her every whim and desire. I entrusted her with my secret desires, and she had obliged on a few occasions. But she never really got into it the way I had hoped. Tonight would be different.
I arrived home from work, knowing the kids were gone for the night on sleep-overs to friend's houses. It was just her and I. As I walked in the door, announcing "I'm home," there was no response.
On the kitchen counter was half a bottle of red wine, a glass, and a note. The note read "I heard the garage door. Pour yourself a glass of wine and drink it immediately. Then remove all of your clothing. You are to be completely naked. Walk upstairs to the bedroom and go in. The longer you take, the worse your punishment will be. I know you have been bad, and tonight you will pay for it! Your safe word is "Elephant." If I don't hear that word, I don't care how much you scream, or beg, or cry, you will be getting more!"
Oh my god! She was doing it! Tonight was the night! I was incredibly excited. The psychological release of a woman in command and simply following her instructions without thinking turned me on like a halogen lightbulb. The give and take of power and control where the inverse had been the norm. My cock began to swell just thinking about what might be to come.
I poured the wine and slugged the glass like a frat boy at his first keg party. My clothes melted off and the stairs flew past. Walking past the kid's rooms, naked as a jay bird, I realized that although it was dark out, any of the neighbors who had been looking through the front windows could have seen my ascent. That only made it more dirty and exciting.
Arriving at my destination, the bedroom door was slightly ajar and the light was on. I entered, now rock hard. And there was... nobody there. To my great surprise, she was not in the bedroom. The bed had been stripped of blankets, leaving only the sheets. I could see at the four corners of the bed were rings of a nylon restraint system we had bought years ago and used once or twice. On the bed were two wrist and two ankle restraints and another note.
I read quickly, "Have another glass of wine and then go into the master bath." I looked around; there was another bottle of wine on her night stand and another glass. I filled the glass and drank deeply. What was to come? Glancing to my left, I noted the bathroom door was closed.
Opening the bathroom door revealed my Mistress, with a stopwatch, a glass of wine nearly empty, and a look of doom. She was beautiful. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail. She wore black lipstick, heavy black eyeliner and mascara. She wore skin tight black yoga pants, which clung in all the right places, like someone had spray-painted a marble statue of Aphrodite. Her bra was black and created the cleavage of a porn star, overflowing and awaiting my touch. She sat on a stool, between the toilet and the shower. Glaring at me, and sipping her wine. I smiled.
Wrong move. "What the fuck are you smiling at, bitch" she questioned in a loud, commanding inquiry.
My dick was pulsing up and down to my fluttering heartbeat. "You're the hottest thing I have ever seen," I replied.
She took another sip of wine and said "Come over here." I walked toward her, bare as the day I was born, and stood before her. She looked at my cock and balls as an army general would inspect her troops.
"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there," she said. Then she reached up and grabbed my balls... hard. The pain was exquisite. "First, you will not speak unless directed to speak, by me. Got it?"
She had not let go of my poor balls as of yet. The pain was intensifying. "Yes!" I yelped. She released pressure for a moment, then squeezed again.
"Yes Mistress," she corrected. I said the words, and the iron grip relaxed, a little.
"Second, you took about 45 seconds to drink that wine, strip and get up to the bedroom. I expect Responsiveness and unquestioned Obedience when you are commanded to do something." The hand on my balls squeezed again.
"Yes Mistress."
She glared at me and retorted "Did I tell you to speak?" I dared not say a word. "Answer my question! Did I tell you to speak?"
"No Mistress." The balls were given a short respite. My cock was pulsing like a metronome on crack. She lightly scratched my balls with her short fingernails.
There was a drop of pre-cum oozing out of my cock now. "What have we here," she asked, looking at the clear fluid. "Looks like someone is a little excited. But as I was saying, 45 seconds is not good enough. I expect you to immediately obey my commands without question."
She slid her hand up my hard cock, with moderate pressure on my urethra, milking the pre-cum to the head. It oozed out even more, like a clear honey. She held firm with her left hand and used a finger of her right hand to gather up the pre-cum on the pad. It covered one side of her finger and glistened in the light.
"Open your mouth," she commanded. I opened it. "Wider!" I opened it as wide as I could without dislocating my jaw. "Stick out your tongue." Out it came. She wiped the pre-cum on my tongue and commanded "Now suck that finger until it's good and clean! I don't want a bit of your filth left on it. And there better not be a touch of teeth, or you'll have hell to pay."
I closed my mouth and gently sucked her finger. She worked it in and out of my mouth. "I don't feel any sucking going on here. I said suck, goddammit!" And he finger went deeper into my throat until I thought that she might put it all the way down. I started to gag a little. "You'll need to work on that deep throat action." She continued to finger fuck my mouth before withdrawing her finger, at which point my Mistress unceremoniously slapped me in the face. Not hard, but not soft either. "Now get on your hands and knees."
I obeyed. I was on my hands and knees, on all fours, before my Mistress, like a dog. "Turn around and show me your ass, bitch." I turned in the small space and presented my bare ass to her. I then felt a hard slap on my left ass cheek and let out a cry.
"Quiet! I didn't give you permission to speak! The first one doesn't count as you couldn't keep your mouth shut. You have 45 more coming, one for every second it took you to get up here."
I heard a rustling and the opening of a drawer. Then it closed. I felt my Mistress straddle over me and sit on my back, as you would a horse. She grabbed my forehead and pulled my head up as far as it would go. "Keep your head up and open your mouth," she instructed. I held my head up, mouth opened. Mistress produced a ball gag and attached it to my face.
"That should shut you up for your punishment. In the event it becomes too much, you won't be able to use your safe word. You will slap the floor three times as your safe word. If you understand, do this now." I slapped the floor three times.
I felt her turn around over me. She gently rubbed my ass with her soft hands. Squeezing and kneading for a few moments. "BANG!" Her hand exploded on my right butt-cheek with a thunderous crack. Her open hand felt delightful. This would be fun. Another slap on the left cheek. She alternated between them, with careful precision, hitting the fleshy part of the buttocks and delivering that pain and pleasure that I so craved with every shot. She was counting as she went, at a rapid pace.
At twenty, I moaned softly. "I said no speaking, goddammit! You get another 5 for your insolence." She continued and I tried to remain quiet. By the end of it, my ass was burning, my cock was dripping more pre-cum, and I had earned another 20 spanks from my Mistress. But she did not deliver them. "Your additional punishment will be delivered later" Mistress removed the ball-gag. My jaw was aching.
Mistress climbed off my back, and went around to my ass. She grabbed my balls and squeezed a bit. "I see you have more dribble. Well, we're going to have to deal with that." She again milked the pre-cum from my throbbing cock, with me still on all fours. Around to my face she came with two fingers full of pre-cum.
"Suck it you little bitch." I took her fingers in my mouth; she ripped them out and screamed "One at a time! Who the fuck told you to suck them both at once?" She slapped my face with her other hand. "Now suck!" I sucked the pre-cum off one finger, then the other. Again, she finger fucked my mouth to the point I might gag, but I held on.
"How does that taste, baby? Do you like that? Answer me!" she said in a menacing tone.
"Yes Mistress."
"That's good, because there is more to come, bitch. Now turn around and stand before me!" I did as I was bidden. As I turned, I caught a quick look at my ass in the mirror. It was red and there were visible hand prints.
Mistress grabbed my hair trimmer off the counter, switched it on. With her other hand, she reached into the shower and began the water running, lukewarm. She again sat on the stool, right in front of me, and began to methodically remove the hair from my cock and balls. It fell to the floor until there was nothing left.
"Turn around," she said. I looked at her quizzically. She grabbed my balls and gave them a tight squeeze again. "What the fuck are you waiting for? I said Turn around!" I turned and presented my red, hand printed ass to my Mistress.
"Bend over and spread your cheeks," she commanded. I grabbed my butt cheeks and bent at the waist. I felt her hand on the back of my head, she pushed me roughly down as far as I could go, "When I say bend over and spread your cheeks, you damned well better bend as far as you can, you're my bitch and you do what I tell you!"
"Yes Mistress," I responded.
