Never Say No To A Mistress

Our first time meeting after chatting for months!!

"Thanks for coming over to my place," You say.

"No problem," I reply, knowing that it's what you wanted anyway.

I look around your apartment and feel a little uneasy because we both know why I came.

"Do you want something before we go up?" you ask.

"I think I'm fine," I say, still a bit nervous.

"Alrighty then," you sing playfully. "After you!" sweeping your hand and arm in an elegant gesture towards the stairs.

While I am walking up the stairs, I can feel your presence right behind. I can smell the perfume you put on for tonight; it is both exhilarating and worrisome.

"Oh," you casually add when I am half way up the stairs. "I might use the toys in the picture that I sent. Is that okay?"

"Sure," I quickly respond, my heart beating more heavy as I frantically try to recall the details of the photo you sent me last night.

Your bedroom is lightly carpeted with a queen sized sleigh bed in the middle. A white blanket covers the bed and then cascades an inch above the floor. There is a damp towel on the bed, which I assume you dropped after a recent shower. The window blinds are closed and there are a few dressers against the walls with cluttered tops and overflowing drawers. Some of your shoes spill out of the closet and the room smells like a mixture of musk, perfume, and lavender scented candles.

"This looks very comfortable," I say, releasing my breath which I hadn't realized I was holding.

"Thank you," you say with unadorned tones. "But it doesn't really matter, does it?" you add, turning around to face me. "Please take off your clothes."

I quietly remove my clothing, feeling my heart begin to pound again and feeling the weight of your gaze staring at my every movement. The only sound seems to be coming from me, with a soft 'swish', 'swish' as each article of clothing drops to the floor until I am completely naked, awkwardly trying to find a position for my arms.

"Stand in the middle," you tell me firmly, pointing to the exact place you want me to be. "Now kneel down and spread your legs," you plainly say, without emotion, as you take your own pants off.

You walk up to me and gently stroke my hair; and for a moment I believe that you are kind. You look down at me and quietly say "lift up your head..." then punctuate it with "...ssssslave" deeply and slowly spoken, like a snake right before the attack.

You then forcibly tie my arms behind my back, choke me as you fasten a collar around my neck despite my squirming, and put clamps on my nipples, tightening them so I briefly cry out in pain... then slap my face hard for making noise without your permission.

You put your face directly next to mine and, through clenched hostile teeth, whisper "Tonight, you are my fucking slave. You are my flesh toy and exist for one purpose only - to satisfy and entertain me."

I immediately become scared, nervous, terrified... but also wildly aroused. I nod my head as if my agreement meant anything.

You slap my ass as hard as possible and then force an anal hook inside of me, tying the other end to the back of my collar, bending my head backwards. My whole body squirms in pain at having something so large inside of me. I flinch a bit and let out something between a scream and a moan. And for this mistake, you kick me in the balls, yelling "Shut the Fuck Up!" then yank on the nipple chains to drive the point home. I try to muffle my scream but a bit escapes. Glaring down at me, you gradually crush my balls with your foot, asking "Did you just fucking scream?"

Through the tears welling up in my eyes, I see your clenched teeth and lips slowly pulling back into a snarl. "No" I whimper.

You then tie a rope around my balls and stand over me, straddling my face to where my mouth is a few inches below your pussy lips. "LICK IT!" you command, knowing that I would have to bend my neck forward, causing the anal hook to penetrate deeper inside of me.

I try to bend my neck forward but the hook instantly penetrates deeper into my ass, causing me to violate myself! I shake my head at the idea of this violation. But instead of understanding, you slowly pull the rope around my balls, stretching them, causing even more pain, yelling "Fucking suck me, you piece of shit! DO IT!!! FUCKING DO IT NOW!!!" You then yank hard on the rope, causing my whole body to flex and jerk from the pain. Smiling and laughing at me, you wipe your pussy juices and rub your wet hand all over my face, forcing your fingers into my mouth.

And when I try to twist my head away, you grab me by my hair and pull my head upwards, forcing the hook deeper into me, and causing new desperate cries of pain. I try to get away from you, but you yank the rope as hard as you can and hold it there, making my quivering body arch - enough so that you force my head into your pussy. "NOW FUCKING EAT ME!!!" you angrily demand, much louder than before.

With my balls stretched to their limits, and your pussy suffocating me, I have no choice but to eat you. My tongue slips inside of you and my primal frantic licking devours your pussy, sucking on it and engorging it, momentarily allowing me to forget about the pain. The slobbery licking and my racing heartbeats are the only things I can hear as I race to finish the task. "FUCKING... DO... IT... RIGHT!!!" you scream, yanking my balls again - and every time afterwards - whenever I make a mistake. And each time, you feel my naked body squirm and jerk between your legs and hear my muffled cries, you smile knowing that I already agreed to let you do anything to me.

And when you are finished cumming, you let some of it trickle into my mouth, snarling "Swallow it, slave!" I try to refuse, but you jerk my head forward, driving the anal hook further into my ass and causing tears to flow from my eyes.

An evil smirk fills your face, knowing that there are many hours before the night is through. You then look over at the counter-top and see the electrodes, the cigarettes, the ropes, whips, and pushpins and you feel a warm satisfaction wash over you, knowing that I have already given you permission to use them... before I learned firsthand how sadistic you really are.