I met Mistress Jamie several years ago. She was a sweet, demure, giving, beautiful, and intelligent woman who spoke several languages. After several months of on and off attempts at seducing her, she revealed her true nature to me. This is one in an ongoing story of sexual bliss, dominance, and submission. I'm sharing it as I shared it with Mistress Jamie. She read this short story and has given me her consent to it. Thank you, Mistress Jamie.
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I'd been curious and aroused after you'd confessed to wanting to use a strapon on me. I was now longing for you to take me. I'd spent more time than I could recall masturbating while thinking of you in black leather, thigh high boots, stockings, garter belt, and corset. Finally, you walked into the room dressed as I described. Around your hips was your cock. Your hair was pulled back severely. You placed a collar around my neck, led me into the bedroom, and forced me to kneel. You smiled seeing me excited and just a bit nervous.
"You've been very bad," you said in a harsh whisper.
"Yes Mistress, I've been masturbating without your permission," I said. My heart was pounding in my throat and chest.
"What else?," you asked.
Confused, I replied with a question, "What else?"
"What else have I done?" I wondered.
Slap! Your gloved open hand upon my cheek. "You don't know? Surely, you know," you said in an accusatory tone. Pushing a pair of cum-stained panties in my face you said "You've been masturbating in my panties, bitch!"
"Oh no," I thought. I could've sworn that I'd hidden them. They were a pair of satin string bikinis. I'd seen you wear them. You looked like the goddess you were.