My New Mistress 3

Oliver lies asleep in his room, wearing nothing. The bland concrete walls are all he has seen for years. This room, along with his mistress' dungeon has been his entire world for the longest time. Every day she would come in and take him to her dungeon, where he would be her slave, and pleasure her with no complaints. Today, she bursts in wearing jeans and a crop top, a far cry from her usual fishnets and rubber leggings.

"You've been sold, slave!"

Mandy says as she undoes the legcuffs that kept Oliver to the bed at all times until it's time for him to please his mistress. Oliver sits up in bed confused. Before he could ask his mistress anything, she ties him up, blindfolds him, and gives him some chloroform that instantly knocks him out. She drags him out to Jayla.

Jayla takes the limp, and still nude Oliver to her basement. She reaches in her pockets to grab a set of keys. She fumbles around with them, and eventually unlocks the door. She makes sure to lock it after she enters. She never leaves this door unlocked for more than it needs to be. She wouldn't want any unwanted visitors coming in, or leaving. She walks down into a hallway and arrives at two doors. She fumbles with her keys again and unlocks one of the doors. She steps into a room with a tiled floor and empty white walls. The room is dimly lit with two light bulbs hanging, one on the left side, the other on the right, both equidistance from one another and the walls. A pole stands in the centre of the room. The room has a shower and toilet on the right and a bed on the left. Jayla throws Oliver onto the bed. She massages her arm, which ached because of her dragging her new slave. She attaches a leg cuff to Oliver's right ankle. The leg cuff had a long chain attached to it. Jayla attaches the other end of the chain to the pole at the centre of the room. Jayla leaves the room, making sure to lock the door behind her.

Oliver wakes up, confused about his whereabouts. His head feels like it's spinning. His heart is racing. He sits up in his bed and notices the leg cuff. Getting up, he looks around the room. He desperately attempts to leave the room, but the chain on his leg keeps him from reaching the door. Even if he could reach the door he wouldn't be able to leave, as the door is securely locked shut. He struggles with the chain, kicking his leg in desperate attempts to break free. He tries to remember how he got here, but his mind is a haze. His stomach rumbled. He does not know how long he was asleep, but he suspects it was a long time, as he feels as if he is starving to death. He continues investigating the room. He comes across a CCTV camera, planted in the corner of the room. He starts looking right into the camera, calling for help from whoever was watching, if anyone.

Suddenly Jayla bursts into the room. She is wearing black leather high heels, that cover her shins. She has fishnet on her thighs, with nothing covering her hips. Her ass and pussy, like her hips, were bare. She had black rubber gloves going up to her elbows and fishnet on her upper arms. The fishnet connected with a chain to a black leather band on her shoulder and she had a black leather triangle top covering her breasts. Her hair was in a ponytail. She was carrying a tray of food

Oliver is startled by the sudden entry of Jayla. He steps back, but his feet get caught up on the chain, and he falls on his back, creating a loud thud.

"W-where am I?" Oliver stutters. "Who are you?"

Jayla smirks." I'm your mistress now." She says as she lowers the tray of food to Oliver"s feet.

"You're gonna be my sex slave now. I paid a large amount of money for you," she states seductively. She kneels down to Oliver, who is still on his back and gives him a short kiss on the forehead. She gets up.

"I was told you're a well-trained slave," she says

She puts her heel on Oliver's chest and presses down hard, sending a sudden jolt of pain through his body.

"You better be. You don't want me to train you. You wouldn't like that, would you?" She exclaims to Oliver, through her ominous eyes, looking down at him.

"No ma'am," Oliver responds in pain. He remembers how he was trained with his last mistress, Mandy. "No, I wouldn't want that."

"Good boy," Jayla says. "There's a shower in that corner" she exclaims whilst pointing at the shower on the right. "Use it. I want your ass clean and ready to fuck. I'll be back in an hour. Oh and don't forget to eat your food"

Oliver eats the food his new mistress, Jayla brought him. Mashed potatoes, bread and butter, sausages and milk. It's a stale meal, but compared to the food that his old mistress gave him for the last three or four years, it tasted like a 5-star cuisine. He finished his food and went into the shower. He had no idea what his new mistress had in store for him. He cleaned himself off as the cold shower water poured over his nude body. He spends a couple of minutes showering, and proceeds to dry himself off. He goes and lays down on the bed.

Not much later, Jayla erupts in the room with a leash in one hand. Oliver sits up straight suddenly. She looks at him with stern eyes.

"Who told you you could sleep, slave!" she asks fiercely.

She grabs him by the hair and pulls him up, making Oliver grunt in pain. She puts the leash on Oliver's neck and fastens it. She yanks the leash, pulling Oliver off the bed, and throwing him on the floor. Oliver stays on all four, scared of what his mistress has in mind. Jayla lets out a quiet laugh. She can't wait for any more to get started. She walks to the door, with Oliver crawling close by her legs, on all fours. She takes him out of the room and through the only other door that was present in the hallway

They walk into a dimly lit room. The room was large, almost triple the size of the room they came from. It was well decorated, with dark red walls, blackwood tiles and six yellow led tile lights on the roof. At the wall parallel to the entrance, was a large bed with high-quality polyurethane fluid-proof black sheets. The bed frame had multiple hooks and ties. To the left were many extra chains and ropes, hung neatly on a rack of hooks. The corner that was left of the bed was blocked off by a pink curtain. The room had countless pieces of sex furniture placed on the left and right. Multiple types of pillories, sex chairs with straps all over, sex benches, chains hanging off the walls with handcuffs, numerous crosses, ankle and wrist stockades, and a giant sex swing, designed to fasten a person off the ground. There's a shelf full of sex toys like strap on dildos and vibrators. The room was icy cold and it smelt like metal.

Jayla escorts the crawling Oliver to the large bed and ties his leash to the bedpost. She kicks Oliver on his ass, making him groan.

"Get on the bed, slave!" she orders

Oliver obeys, scrambling up the bed. Jayla grabs some rope from the nearby shelf and ties Oliver down. She binds each limb to an adjacent bedpost and stands on her knees, with Oliver lying between her legs. She runs her long nails across his chest in a seductive manner, every so often digging them into his chest as if she were stinging him and she plays and pinches with Oliver's nipples. she enjoys knowing the fact that she's causing him a great deal of discomfort. A shiver goes up Oliver's spine, causing him to squirm in place. Jayla bends forward and puts her face mere centimetres away from Oliver's face. Oliver can feel her warm humid breath on his nose. Jayla kisses him on the lips aggressively but at the same time passionately. She pulls away after a few seconds, only to proceed to lick his nose softly, all the way to his eyebrows. She gives him a short kiss on the forehead

Jayla gets up back on her knees and turns around. She takes a seat on Oliver's face. Letting out a soft moan as Oliver's face rubs against her wet pussy. She thrusts down her hips even harder on his face, making Oliver suffocate, only to then lift it slightly to let him breathe. She bends forward and places herself and Oliver in a '69' position. Jayla licks the shaft of Oliver's cock ever so softly, making her way up to the corona. She kisses the head of the cock several times before taking it into her mouth. Her lips make suction noises as she sucks the head of Oliver's cock. She wraps her tongue around his cock, and starts taking it in deeper and deeper, all the while rubbing her pussy on Oliver's face. She strokes Oliver's warm and throbbing cock with her hands and sucks it with her mouth. Oliver tensed every muscle in his body. His breath deepened and he started squirming in place. Jayla notices Oliver and freezes mid-stroke.

"You're not cumming just quite yet, slave!" Jayla whispered.

A couple of drops of precum squirted out of Oliver's dick. Jayla was quick to lick them all up. Oliver's cock was throbbing, practically begging to have an orgasm.

Jayla gets off of Oliver's face and turns around to face him. She sits down, with Oliver's rock hard cock between her legs.

"I think it's about time I ride that cock of yours. It has gotten so hard, it would be a shame to just waste it." Jayla whispered, "Don't you think?"

Oliver tried to respond but nothing comprehensible came out of his lips. He eventually gave up and just nodded. He lay there, knowing what Jayla was going to do, as he had done it plenty of times before with Mandy. Jayla slowly lowered her hips onto Oliver's cock. She let out a soft cry as his dick entered her cunt. She slowly let it slide in until it was completely inside her pussy. Oliver tensed every muscle in his body and lay there helplessly as Jayla started bouncing up and down on his cock.

With every stroke, she let out a moan, as the cock rubbed against her cervix, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Oliver bit his lower lip and shut his eyes hard, trying to resist the urge to scream, and trying to keep himself from cumming. Jayla put one hand on Oliver's face and stuck two of her fingers into his mouth. She put the other hand on his neck, barely letting him breathe, as she pounced his cock harder and harder with every thrust.

Oliver was squirming, tugging on each of the ropes that held him to the bed. Jayla shoved her fingers even further in his throat, before yanking them out. She put her saliva-covered hand on Oliver's face and pushed down, as she continued to ride his cock up and down. The bed rocked back and forth, due to the force she was putting in each thrust. Oliver let out a scream as he was about to reach his climax. Jayla hopped off of his cock before he shot his spunk, and denied him his orgasm. Both of them were panting like dogs at this point.

Jayla quickly untied all 4 of the ropes that kept Oliver tied up. She threw Oliver off of the bed and untied the leash from the bed. Oliver sat there panting on all fours. Jayla grabbed the leash and pulled him to a bench, and Oliver followed at her heel, still breathless. She commanded him to get up, and he shamefully obliged. Jayla bent him over the bench, with his ass sticking out. She tied his hands to the end of the bench, and his heels to the feet of the bench. Oliver lay there completely still. Jayla bent down to his ears.

"Time for the main course, sweetheart!" she muttered quietly, before disappearing to the pink curtain in the corner of the room.

A couple of minutes pass by, and Jayla emerges from behind the curtains, with a bottle of lube in her hand. She's now wearing a black strap-on dildo, about 6.5-7 inches in length. Oliver can hear the pulling of the curtains, and the click-clack-ing noise of her high heels walking towards him, but since the bench is facing the opposite direction of the curtain, he has no idea what is in store for him.

Jayla applies some lube to her finger, and circles it around Oliver's asshole. She applies some pressure and her finger easily slips into Oliver's ass. Jolts of pleasure and a little bit of pain shoot through his body. Jayla pushes her finger further inside, then pulls it out, only to apply more lube and shove 2 of her fingers in his ass.

Oliver lets out a loud groan. Jayla pulls her fingers out and starts stroking her strap-on. She covers it in lube. Jayla grabs Oliver's hips with a firm grip, and inserts her fake cock into his ass, gently and slowly. Oliver lets out a moan, as the strap-on makes it's way deeper and deeper into his ass. Right as her cock is completely hidden inside of Oliver's ass, she pulls it out, only to apply even more lube and shove it in again, faster. She does this a couple of times before she throws the bottle of lube on the floor.

She grabs Oliver's hips and starts thrusting into them. She pushed her cock deep into his ass and pulled it out slowly, only to push it back in again. The cock brushes past his prostate, getting faster over time and sending jolts of pleasure across his body. Oliver tenses every muscle in his body. He clenches his fists and tugs on the ropes and chains keeping him tied to the bench. He grits his teeth and holds in his scream. Jayla kept thrusting with more and more force. Oliver could feel her hips push him back and forth as her cock stretched his asshole. Oliver began to moan with each thrust, squirming in place, as he gets fucked harder and harder.

She lets go of Oliver's hips, and proceeds to grab Oliver's hair with one hand, and grab his shoulder with the other. He can feel the cock expand his rectum as it enters each time. His legs began to ache. He felt a weird sensation of coldness across his torso. Every time Jayla's cock rammed across his prostate, it sent pricks up his spine. This feeling of rapture spread across his body. His legs began to shake, and his breath deepened even more. Oliver trembled and shuddered as he reached his climax. His cock practically erupted with semen, shooting out endless ropes of his warm and sticky cum. He lets out a loud moan as his cock finishes up flowing out the last couple drops of his load. He catches his breath and nearly passes out on the bench.

Jayla rips her cock out of his ass, as she too gets back her breath. She undoes the ropes and chains that held Oliver in place. He struggles to stand up. His legs eventually give out from underneath him. He gets up on all fours, and Jayla escorts him back to his room. She takes off his leash, and once again attaches the legcuff to his right leg. She throws him onto his bed and bends down to his ear.

"Be ready for next time, slave." she whispers.