I open my e-mail for what has to be the tenth time today, checking for further instructions from Master. Sometimes he likes to e-mail special instructions from work, things he expects me to be wearing or doing when he arrives home. It's become a habit to re-check my e-mail throughout the day. One time, he e-mailed extra instructions after the first set and I didn't see it. Mmm...that was a good day for punishment.
Today, I am attired in a short flared black leather skirt and a black cup-less corset with red trim. I finish strapping on my 5 inch platform heels and rouge my nipples with a little flavored gloss. I look in the mirror and check my hair. I've left it down, as per Master's instructions, blonde and flowing all the way down to my waist. I then spin around to check the seams on my fishnet thigh highs. Master hates crooked seams.
I check the time and notice Master will be home any minute. I hurry to the living room and drop to my knees, checking that my matching red collar and cuffs are straight and secure. I spread my knees and lower my eyes. I tuck my hands behind my neck, which thrusts my chest out for Master. This is how I am to greet Master when he comes home. Anything less deserves punishment.
I hear Master's key in the lock and smile to myself. I love this time of day. Especially when Master has e-mailed me. That means there will be a surprise! Sometimes it's a new toy, sometimes he brings home a friend for us to play with. I'm hoping it's the latter. It's been a long time since I had two rock hard cocks throbbing inside of me at once.
"Good afternoon slave," Master says.
"Hello Master. How was your day?" I inquire in our usual routine of greeting one another.
"It was pretty shitty, so I thought I'd perk myself up by e-mailing you. You look perfect. Exactly as I instructed."
"Thank you Master. It is my only wish to please you," I murmur.
"Stand for me wench. And close your eyes," Master said while extending his hand to help me to my feet.
I rise before Master and close my eyes as a blindfold descends over them. "I trust you to keep them closed slave. This is just for looks," Master murmurs before turning me around. My back is now to his front. I spread my feet apart so Master can dip his fingers in my pussy whenever he so wishes.
Master's hands reach around and begin tweaking my nipples. I shiver and spread my feet wider, hoping he'll reach down and finger my clit. Master begins sucking and nibbling on my neck. My hands clench and bunch up the fabric of Master's trousers as I fight to remain still.
I let out a moan as I feel his finger run over my slit. Wait a minute...both of Master's hands are still on my breasts. I groan again when I realize it is another person, just as I'd hoped. I can't wait for them to fuck me together.
I feel this person lean in close to me. I soften my lips and prepare my mouth to be dominated. Instead, I'm surprised at how gently this person kisses me. I inhale deeply and catch a scent of...perfume. Oh my god! Master brought me a woman! I shudder as I kiss her back, reveling in the feeling of a woman's body pressed against mine. Master tweaks and rolls my nipples between his fingers as she kisses me.
"Be a good slut and do what she tells you," Master murmurs in my ear as he backs away.
"Yes Master," I gasp as her finger dips into my hot pussy and backs out to rub my clit. Whoever this woman is, she's driving me crazy. It's all I can do to continue standing. She pulls me close and kisses me again, sliding her tongue into my mouth as her hands reach around under my skirt to squeeze my ass.
"Let's get a look at those gorgeous eyes," she murmurs as she lifts the blindfold off. I blink as my eyes adjust to the light and focus on her beautiful face. Curly, dark red hair, cut to just past her shoulders with green eyes to match. She is wearing a lacy black peek-a-boo bra and panty set with black lace thigh highs and black heels. Her coat is lying on the floor a few feet away.
"Oh Ma'am, you're so beautiful," I murmur as I stare into her eyes.
"You will call me Mistress," she orders. I look to Master for approval to call her Mistress. He is sitting in his easy chair, rubbing his hard cock through his pants.
"I said to do what she tells you. You may call her Mistress."
"Thank you Master. Yes Mistress." I feel a tingle rush through my body as I say the word Mistress. I've been fantasizing about this for so long.
Mistress places her hands on my shoulders and rubs them sensuously as she explains her rules to me.
"Tonight you are mine, not his. Your Master, of course, can override my command for your safety, but that will not be necessary. You will experience nothing but pleasure in my arms tonight. I understand that he prefers you not to look into his eyes. Tonight, however, I want you looking up the entire time. I want to see the pleasure in your eyes. I want to watch those pretty lips begs for mercy."
I can barely concentrate on her words; her scent is intoxicating. Mistress places her index finger under my chin and lifts my face. Her eyes are mesmerizing. "Don't look down again or you will be punished, my sweet," she murmurs as her hands fall to my breasts. She begins rubbing my nipples with her thumbs while staring into my eyes and continuing her rules. "You may glance over at your Master. I know you and he have a deep love for one another and I respect that immensely. But always bring your eyes back to me. You're here for my pleasure, right slut?"
"Yes Mistress," I moaned. Her fingers are wreaking havoc on my nipples. My head wants to fall back in pleasure, but I know I cannot break eye contact with my Mistress. As Mistress continues to torment my breasts, I discover that maintaining eye contact is a whole new form of bondage. Not being allowed to look away brings about new levels of excitement.
My knees buckle slightly at the pleasure Mistress is giving me. In response, Mistress backs me up against the wall and kisses me passionately. She tangles her fingers in my hair, holding my head captive as she thrusts her tongue in and out of my mouth. I have my arms pressed against the wall, my nails digging into my palms, in an effort not to touch her. I have not been given permission yet.
My Mistress stops kissing me and steps back. She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra with one hand, holding the cups to her breasts with the other. My eyes dilate and my breath catches. I am unashamedly bisexual and am definitely in love with beautiful breasts.
"Do you want to see them, slave?" Mistress asks as she slides the straps down her arms while still holding cups over her chest.
"Yes please Mistress," I moan, staring fixedly at her chest. The only thing I can think of is sucking on her lovely nipples while she holds my head to them.
Suddenly, Mistress smacks me across on the cheek. I look up at her in shock.
What have I done wrong?
I wonder to myself.
"What did I say about eye contact?" she asks me with laughter in her voice.
"My apologies, Mistress. I let myself become distracted. I am sorry."
"That's ok, my sweet. I know what you want. Your Master told me about your likes and dislikes before we agreed on tonight. Would you like to see them now?" she asks again.
Maintaining eye contact, I nod my head and say, "Yes please Mistress." She lets her bra fall to the floor, but I do not break eye contact even though I desperately want to look at her breasts.
Mistress sits down on the couch and spreads her knees. "Kneel before me with your hands behind your back," she orders. Happily, I oblige. Mistress takes a hold of my head and pulls me to her chest. I lean in, eager to lick and suck her nipple, but she stops me just short of my goal.
"Stick your tongue out slave," she orders. I stick my tongue out. The tip barely grazes her nipple. "Flick it with your tongue." I flick my tongue back and forth across her nipple, never looking down. Her eyes flutter closed as I pleasure her. Slowly, she draws my head closer and closer until I am able to latch on to her breast. I begin sucking on her breast, thrilled to be serving her.
