I had taken my time in the bathroom making sure I had cleaned myself deeply and thoroughly but cleaning my cock and balls had been extremely challenging. I had to stop a few times out of fear I was going to lose control, keep stroking and chase the relief I was so desperately needing. But as I cleaned I imagined my mistresses face and how disappointed she would be.
How had she done this? How had she taken so much control from me? I was obeying her even in her absence. It felt strange, but equally right, almost like she put a spell on me.
My mind was deeply conflicted, a screaming mess of pleasure, excitement, disappointment, servitude and frustration. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly, but I wanted to cum, and cum badly. But that was her decision I reminded myself as I tentatively washed myself. And it was her decision because I had committed to her. I committed to being her slave. Committed to her pleasure.
I emerged from the bathroom clean and refreshed, calmed down to a background feeling of desire and need. With a renewed sense of strength and a break from her teasing I was feeling confident, a guy who had won a million bucks, and I could take what my mistress was going to throw at me next. I walked with a slight swagger and thought of how lucky I was.
My mistress rose from her desk at the opposite end of the room and closed the laptop she was working on. As she approached, my eyes wandered to the computer with a sense of curiosity and she noted my look.
'Don't concern yourself with that. I was just checking on some of my other slaves.' she smirked.
My heart sank a little with the feeling of disappointment that what was happening wasn't as special as I first thought. I wasn't the only one here, the only one getting to worship her body...
She smiled and looked down between my legs. 'Although, you're my only little slut with a cock to play with...and that makes my time with you somewhat different then I've grown accustomed to.'
I couldn't help but smile with a sense of relief, followed by a run of imagination as a hundred questions suddenly flooded my mind. Who exactly was this women? And what did she mean 'other slaves'? Should I be slowing this down, asking some questions, understanding the situation better. The sudden rush of concern of what I was involved in flowed into my mind and I slowed, weighing up if I was committing to something I would regret.
Almost as if she had read my mind, she gave me a deep dominating look and I had the sudden thought as I did a full 180; I wasn't here to ask questions, she decided what I should know, and right now all I needed to know was my place. Regardless of the conditions in place, and the priority of her pleasure I was in a place of pure pleasure too, I would be a fool to do anything to jeopardize that.
She stopped in front of me, reached down and took my cock in her hand. I rose instantly to full mast, straining into her grip and my heart started to race. I swallowed hard and squirmed on my feet at her touch. It was evident from my response that I was still overly aroused and still deeply desperate for relief.
'So you managed to do as you were told in my absence. Refrained from making yourself cum while bathing. Very good, slave. This level of trust and commitment goes a long way. I was a little worried you wouldn't be man enough to control yourself.'
I shook my head. 'I will cum when you decide, mistress.'
'Good boy.' She answered as she gave me a tight squeeze before letting go. 'Now go to the foot of the bed, stand and wait for me.'
I did as I was told and watched as she returned to the chest of drawers she has previous produced my panties from. My mind wandered to how she has teased and toyed with me while I wore them and I found my cock stiffening and straining further.
'I've got something new for you to wear, my slave.' she said excitedly, as she approached me clutching something in her hand. 'Something to get that glorious cock looking even better.'
Her hips swayed hypnotically from side to side before she stopped in front of me and revealed what she was holding. It was a black g-string with two metal hoops at the front which I knew instantly were to wrap around and hold my cock and balls.
'What do you think?' she asked with a wink.
'It looks perfect, my mistress.' I breathed with a mixed feeling of anticipation and fear. I had never worn a cock ring and wondered if it would hurt.
'Oh very perfect.' she replied. 'This will help keep that cock of yours hard as we continue and give you a bit of a helping hand in holding back your orgasm.'
She bent down and I stepped into it as she pulled it up my legs. 'And you're going to need every bit of help making sure you don't disappoint me. Are you going to disappoint me?'
'No mistress, definitely not.' I gulped as she pulled my cock and balls through their respective hoops. They gripped tightly and looking down I saw my cock had grown thick in its constraint, the vein pulsing along the sides, my head throbbing hard. There was no pain, only a feel of restriction and pressure. I liked it.
'Excellent. Because remember if you fail me, I will punish you and then I will discard you. And trust me when I say you don't want either of those.'
She rose and took a step back to admire her work. My arousal was at full throttle again as I looked back at her in her white with black rimmed lacy hipster panties, matching bra with her breasts almost bursting out, and her white sheer stocking with black lacy tops.
'Beautiful.' she softly exclaimed. My cock bobbed and strained in the air pointing straight at her and I closed my eyes to try and settle myself. Slowing my breathing I heard her speak softly.
'Perhaps if you behave yourself I might introduce you to my other slaves. I'm sure they would do absolutely anything to feel that cock on their bodies. Wet and slick, sliding over their breasts, lips, asses and pussies.'
I whimpered quietly at the thought. Feeling her hands on my hips I opened my eyes as she rotated me around so she stood between the bed and me.
'Now get down on your knees my little slave and put your hands behind your back, It's time to worship your mistresses body with that innocent little face.' She commanded as she smirked at me.
I did as I was told. On my knees, my eyes were level with the crotch of her panties and I was fixated on the mound of her pussy under the thin fabric. I could see her puffy lips straining against the tight material framing her slit. My breathing deepened and my cock throbbed in lust for her.
She reached down, running her hand over my head, through my hair and down the side of my face. Cradling my chin she tilted my head up to look into my eyes.
'You want my pussy, don't you?' She asked softly, smiling at me mischievously. Her stare penetrated me deeply and I lost myself in her eyes.
'Yes mistress, I do. I want to kiss, lick and suck you. I want to taste you.' I whispered softly as I stared longingly at her..
She smiled. 'You want me to feel my juices run over your lips as you bury your tongue deep inside me.'
I shuddered with lust and my cock strained painfully up at the thought. 'Yes mistress, please, I do.'
'You want me to grind my hot creamy cunt into your face, using you for my pleasure?' She asked as she let go of my chin and pressed my head back down.
I gulped in anticipation. 'Please mistress.' I softly pleaded as I opened my mouth hungrily and licked my lips while staring at her crotch.
'Do you want your mistress to fuck your face until I explode and cum in your mouth?'
I moaned deeply and struggled to speak. 'Yesss....' I begged.
She chuckled and tilted her hips forward lightly brushing the mound of her pussy across my face before quickly pulling back. The fabric was warm making me salivate hungrily.
'Say it.' She commanded.
'Please fuck my face mistress. Please use me. Please cum on my mouth.' I replied quickly, conditioned to her questions but fully sincere in my response.
'Maybe I'll do that...' she teased. 'But we'll get to that. First, I want you to worship my ass.'
She turned slowly dragging her hip and then ass cheek across my face until she stood facing away from me. I stared into the fold between her firm cheeks where her panties clung tightly to her.
She looked over her shoulder at me as she swayed her hips teasing me and I watched with eagerness and licked my lips again.
'Push your face into my ass, slave. But keep that mouth closed. You haven't yet earned the pleasure of feeling me in your mouth.' She instructed as she bent her hips slightly offering herself to me. 'Feel my warm firm cheeks close around you as you breathe me in. Feel me using you face for my needs.'
I pushed my face forward quickly into the crack of her ass and breathed in deeply drinking up as much as her scent as I could, exhaling in a long low growl of lust in the soft warmness on and around my face. She tensed her cheeks and ground back into me. With only the thin fabric of her tight soft shorts separating my face from her skin and ass I went giddy at the warmth on my face and her delicious smell.
She ground her hips from left to right taking pleasure in feeling my face burying deeper into ass. I could hear her talking to me but struggled to focus on her words as I lost myself in her. Suddenly I felt her grab my hair painfully as she reached behind her and pulled my face harder against her.
I snapped back to listening to her but moaned deeply with her aggression.
'I asked; does my pathetic slut like his mistresses ass?'
'Yes mistress.' I replied, my voice muffled in her ass. As I spoke and opened my mouth her scent flowed between my lips and penetrated me deeper than I could have imagined. My cock was straining painfully hard again, trying it hardest to break free of its ring and my fingers flexed behind my back, grabbing at air desperate to touch her and hold her.
'And is he thankful?' She asked.
I was. More than I thought I could be. 'Yes mistress, thank you, thank you for your ass.' I struggled to get the words out as I gasped for air in her merciless smothering. She swayed her hips back and forth, continuing to grind her ass into my face. I listened to her sighs of pleasure and breathed in deeply lost in the bliss of being allowed to feel her ass against my face.
