She unhooks his hands and leads him by his cock strap into another room. The music grows a little louder as does his anticipation when her heels click on the floor.
"Halt" she says as she yanks harder on the strap and pushes her body against his.
The vinyl is cool, but her arms and hands are fiery to the touch. His lips search hers as she kisses his desire even more deeply. She releases him and his head drops though he remains hard as she dips his cock once again in the glass of wine and sups from the tip with her whirling and humming tongue.
"Bend over forward and grasp the table." She orders. As soon as his hands are gripped to the sides of table she delivers a whack to his ass that he has never felt or dreamed of before.
"Did I say you could kiss me?" she whispers. "Not that I didn't enjoy it, but you must learn your place. An where is that place?" She rubs her hand on the warm mark.
"I am under your command, my Mistress." He whimpers avoiding the fear of masculine defense.
"Good" she says just before the cane hits his flesh again. "Now you are marked and will remain so until I decide, or you say stop."
A sinister passion envelops him as he regains his composure and releases his expectations and control. The sting is severe, but he refuses to budge or let her know that he has been disturbed.
She lays him on the fur lined floor letting the soft fibers play with his skin, tickling his back and ears, sensually stroking his nerves and sending shivers through his whole being with the warm, yet nibbling sensation on his caned buttocks. Like a loving nurse she raises his head and places it on a pillow as she massages his head and face.
Soothing, caring touches that make lying promises of do no harm, he thinks. Yet that is why he came to her. Otherwise they would never have met or found the need they sensed in common.
He then feels a moist heat against his lips as a shadow is raised over his face. The aroma is unmistakable as she tells him in a honey-coated voice, "Stick out your tongue".
Eagerly his tongue protrudes as it meets the sweetness of her pussy lips. With all his will he holds his arms in place at his sides wanting to grab her hips and dive into this goddess's well. She strokes his chest as he slowly, and with willful intent licks delicately at her flower's petals and deep crevice.
All this bewilderment is enhanced by the shock he feels on his chest of droplets of hot wax. He cringes as she utters her instructions between gentle gasps of pleasure.
"You have only one task to complete in order to be rewarded. Make me cum or I will either refuse you the warm tingle of the wax or I shall do the opposite and let you feel the torturous sting of its stream on your lovely cock." She punctuates her statement with drops to his nipples.
He pushes his tongue deeper against her clit moving his hands to hold her hips against him as he is stifled into submission by the weight on her cunt on his mouth.
She continues to drizzle the wax upon his chest and nipples being careful to not burn him too deep. To soothe his flesh she kisses the warm spot every once in a while.
This is not unfamiliar to him since he has done this trick to himself many times though this time it is out of his hands and he knows that he may lose his mind within her.
She does not let up. His mouth and face are her throne and she sits upon it like a goddess waiting for the sacrifice to be made. And it will be in due time. Her moans and whimpers are indications of his skill at pleasing a woman and he licks and sucks for his truest desire. As he nibbles on her lips and clit sending tiny shocks through her system, she takes the strap in her mouth and pulls on his now beautifully abundant member. He is further enticed by this tugging and whirling of his cock to do more and make his princess cum. The vibrations from her mouth travel down the strap to his cock sending the same sensations from her quivering cunt. She could ride him for hours she thinks, and maybe next time she will just do that until he begs for air or more or both.
As she orgasms she leans forward over his body and takes his cock in her mouth. Another jolt and he holds back the juice from himself that wishes to nourish her.
"You will get your chance", he thinks to himself as he concentrates on the tiny pearl on his tongue and the wet honey that drips from his Domme.
Her moan and yell of pleasure gives him a smile and he feels higher than ever before. It is an empathic grin and a smirk of knowing since he is aware that now he will be rewarded.
She stands up from his face and within seconds he can hear the humming of a vibrator. He tenses unsure of her plans when she speaks.
"You said you loved to hear me orgasm, well you will get another chance." She says as the humming of the vibrator dissipates replaced by her own sigh. Without seeing it he knows she is being filled and that all her energy is focused on her luscious pussy. Many times he had heard her cum over the phone, but this is so much more real hearing her play with her toys right in front of him, feeling her passion filling the room as the vibrator fills her now soaked pussy.
She talks to her invisible lover ramming and pounding herself.
"Oh yes, right there, oh so good, harder, harder, take it, fuck it, oooooh."
She teases him like he is a third party in this menage a' trois.
"Do you think you could ever fuck me like this. Ever make me beg for more." She only pauses to sigh and moan. "Call out your name? Become an animal with you?" He can hear her move and feel the vibration on the floor. She must be coming soon, he thinks, and he can't wait because this is killing him. He thinks of forgetting the game and just taking control and fucking her madly. His willpower holds out for something more.
More groans and pleas escape her, but her smile is penetrating even the blindfold. He is silent, but his frustration is apparent in his clenched hands.
The sound of the vibe grows louder and the feeling of her energy nearer as she holds the candle over his chest and lets it shake in her hand as she trembles in orgasm. The warm and biting wax covers her fingers and dribbles over his chest.
There is a moment only punctuated by sighs from each of them as her orgasm subsides. He is almost jealous though unsure of what aspect peaks him in such a way. Is it the availability she has to please herself while he has bound himself in anticipation to not stroke his cock or the fact that a toy and batteries made her climax so fully and he hasn't been given a chance to show his talents. He lets it rest like his body knowing that the excitement is soon to unravel him once again.
She catches her breath filling the room with the scent of sex. He hears her panting.
"Get up, my pet" she instructs as he immediately gets to his feet and stands at attention.
