With a smirk she forces a ball gag into my mouth and secures my wrists and ankles tightly in restraints that are anchored between the doorframe and door in such a way that I am entirely helpless and exposed. I am a 23-year-old lean, athletic, blond-haired male who is going to school in Boston. I have been interested in bondage and submission for some time, and recently have begun to look for a woman in the Boston area with complimentary interests. In other words, I am seeking a mistress to submit to. The woman in this story is hypothetical, for I have not yet found my dominatrix. However, if you find that my fantasy resonates with your own, you are in the Boston area, and you are between the ages of 25 and 45, send me a message. Perhaps we can arrange to meet and see whether we are a good match for making our shared fantasy a reality...
I hear her coming up behind me and crane my neck enough to catch a glimpse as she struts over, a black leather riding crop in her hand. She is thin, with raven-black hair, well-defined lips, and exotic eyes. She wears black elbow-length leather gloves and black fishnet nylons that end mid-thigh, connected to satin garters. Black sheer lace panties anchor the garters and feature a cut-out crotch. Her pussy is shaven except for a small, well-defined circular bush surrounding her sensitive nub. Her breasts are barely restrained in a black leather and lace corset so tight that the upper surfaces of her globes bulge and threaten to spill out.
She brings the crop harshly down on my pale ass, and I jerk and cry out. Again she strikes, harder than before, and again I strain at my bonds and cry out. I hear her chuckle at my pain before unleashing a torrent of still harsher lashes. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! My ass is on fire and I am screaming into the ball gag. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Tears began to trickle down my face and muffled screams for mercy escape around the gag. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! My knees buckle and my wrists catch in their restraints, jerking my body to a semi-suspended position. I am sobbing bitterly. She tosses away the crop and struts over to where I am, staring down smugly. She then detaches one of my wrist restraints and pulls it to the other, attaching my wrists with a set of cuffs before releasing the second door-bound restraint. She does the same for the legs and then retrieves her crop. I lie in a sobbing heap, until she strikes againβSMACK!
"Crawl over to the bed, slave."
I slowly drag myself across the floor, with my head bowed and the mouth gag still in place. I finally reach the bed and somehow manage to get onto it. She promptly straddles my face and pulls out the gag.
"Eat my pussy, bitch."
My tongue slowly slides out and I begin to lick her clit with a slow circular motion. She presses her crotch into my face, and I enclose her clit with my lips, sucking for all I am worth. Her pelvis begins to rock and I hear her moan. I lick with renewed vigor, and she bucks harder. After several minutes she begins to quiver and sigh. After her orgasm subsides, she climbs off of me, replaces the gag, and struts out of the room. I began to wonder what she is doing and start to feel nervous.
I hear her returning and turn to see her step into the room wearing a harness and black 6-inch strap-on dildo with a 2.5-inch diameter. My eyes grow wide with shock as she walks over with a cruel smirk on her face. She straddles my face and pulls off the gag.
"Now it is time to become the slut you really are." "Suck my cock, bitch."
I shake my head adamantly. SMACK! She harshly slaps my face. Still I try to protest, begging pitifully. SMACK!
"Swallow my cock you fucking slut."