"Have you been good this week?" Maria asked as she carelessly placed a stiletto heel in the middle of Allen's back, forcing him down onto all fours.
When she walked into the room, he was kneeling naked, head humbly bowed as instructed. He dared to sneak a peek at her, catching his breath at the sight of her in a black leather bustier and miniskirt, whisking a braided leather flogger at her side.
"Yes, My Lady," he answered, knowing the penalty for a negative answer. He quaked inwardly to even think about the punishment she would mete out.
"Well let me see, it's been eight days. You must be near to bursting, I think." The words dripped with taunting cruelty as she reached down and yanked the leash attached to his black leather cock ring. He gasped at the sharp pain but obediently rose to his feet. She reached down and grabbed his balls, feeling them for fullness and weight.
"Hmmm...these seem a bit light," she said, squeezing them hard, casually admiring her manicure, approving of the fresh fire-engine red color even as he cringed and doubled over.
"No, My Lady, I didn't mean to, I swear. It was a wet dream. I couldn't stop it!" He tried to fall to his knees to beg but couldn't because of her tight grip on his ball sac.
Involuntary or not, she knew he needed to be punished. Debating inwardly, she decided on 20 lashes; he'd enjoy 50 too much.
She began stroking his cock with her hand, rubbing his balls soothingly, nodding her approval as he began to get hard. His eyes drifted shut at the pleasure of her touch, so he was surprised at the lash of the flogger across his crotch. Although he moaned and whimpered as she administered his punishment, he remained rock hard.
The strands of the flogger left their angry red marks across his upper thighs, cock and belly. He slipped to his knees to huddle whimpering at her feet.
She could feel stirrings of arousal. Pulling on the leash again, she arranged him on his knees, facing toward the wall. Standing in front of him, she shimmied her tight skirt up over her hips, revealing sleek thighs clad in lace-topped stockings and a bare pussy, lips swollen slightly with passion.
"Lick me," she commanded.
He placed his hands on her hips and buried his face eagerly between her thighs. Her eyes closed then, head tilting back to rest against the wall. He licked her greedily, sliding the flat of his tongue up and down the crease between her legs. Using his fingers, he parted her pussy lips and ran his stiff tongue in circles around her clit.
She allowed him to feast on her for a few minutes longer, then gave the leash another pull to get his attention.
"Stand up." He rose obediently to face her. She put her hands on the laces of the bustier, and, never breaking eye contact, slowly unlaced it to reveal full breasts topped with stiff pink nipples. Slowly she placed her hands on the back of his head, guiding his mouth to her. His warm tongue licked her nipples, slowly circling them the way she liked. Increasing the pressure on the back of his head worked to deepen the suction he applied as her passion mounted. He straightened and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly. She ground herself against him, grinning slightly as he trembled at the contact. Lowering his head again, he bit her nipple hard in his excitement. Although the sharp pain excited her, she couldn't let him know.
She slapped his face sharply.
"I'm sorry, My Lady," he apologized meekly.
She caressed his cheek, rubbing lightly at the red marks left by her fingers.
"I know," she said softly, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.
"Now get on your knees." She put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him once more to his knees. Turning around, Maria thrust her ass in Allen's face. He spread her cheeks and began to lick the crease from top to bottom. She put one hand on the wall to brace herself and used the other to caress her own breast, cupping the weight of it in her palm. She squeezed lightly, then used her fingers to pinch and pull lightly at the aroused nipple.
Allen continued to bathe her ass with his tongue. Flattening it, he used it to lick concentric circles around her tight opening. Finally, he slipped his tongue inside her, holding her hips tight to his face. He was moaning and breathing hard with excitement, his cock painfully hard and oozing pre-cum. He would cum soon just from ministering to her. Although she was close to her own orgasm, she recognized the signs in him, and he was not to be allowed relief so soon. Pulling away, she led him to a chair in the corner of the room.
She sat him down, pulling his thighs apart so she could step between them. Reaching into a pocket of her skirt, she extracted a small bottle and poured something into her palm. Turning her attention to his red, swollen penis, she began to stroke it slowly. Allen hissed out a breath as the warming liquid enhanced the sensation of her soft hand sliding up and down his engorged flesh. Using the other hand, she fondled his balls, expertly working him to the edge of orgasm, then backing off. She repeated this process until he was shaking and moaning.
Abruptly, she pulled back.
"I'll be right back. Don't cum," she said simply.
She left him sitting there in a daze. Although there were restraints on the chair, she didn't bother to use them. She was confident of her power over him and knew he would obey. She also knew that having his hands free and having to resist the temptation to stroke himself to completion was far more torture than simply binding him.
The minutes dragged. Allen sat in the chair, naked. He was wearing a silver-studded leather cock ring, tightly snapped, around his cock and balls, that kept him hard even as he tried to clear his mind of all erotic thoughts.
Finally, Maria returned. She had changed clothes and freshened her makeup. Her dark curly hair was combed into a casually trendy style and her brown eyes sparkled with energy. She had exchanged the black leather for a lacy red teddy.
She inspected him, smiling with satisfaction at his still-swollen cock and balls. She patted his head patronizingly.
"Wouldn't your Rolex-wearing Wall Street buddies laugh their asses off if they saw you now," she sneered.
Allen was a stockbroker by day and his secret life as Maria's sub was the perfect antidote to the stress and uncertainty of his daily existence. They had met on the internet and quickly realized they shared complementary interests in the power dynamics of an intimate relationship. It amused Maria endlessly to play the sweet, mild-mannered schoolteacher by day and his fiery Domme by night.
