So slowly she circled the room with her eyes trained on his face.
He couldn't see her though because the mask covered his eyes and the top part of his nose. She watched the muscles constrict as he breathed, the tiny beads of sweat gathered tightly on his forehead. This made her smile, and she walked behind him and trailed a blood red nail across his back. His skin responded to her touch but he said nothing. He wasn't allowed to speak now, and it would only bring more pain...exquisite pain that left him raw and aching in the middle.
She knew him well. She could write the feelings down in a book and he would read them back to her perfectly. She moved closer and rubbed her hip against his side, prodding him.
"Such a good boy."
He swallowed. She watched his Adam's apple move and he let out a barely perceptible noise. She grabbed his chin firmly.
"Shhh. Don't make me punish you."
She ran her fingers over his rough cheek and through his hair. Such soft silky hair, almost feminine in its texture and length. He shifted slightly in his restraints and she checked them. The pegs were secure in the wood, and the chains held him tight in an upright position. His legs as well, held spread and secure by the ankles also pegged to the wall. His head was free and resting against the boards and she pulled it taut.
"Did I say you could rest?" she demanded.
"No Mistress."
She pulled the back of his hair tightly. "Are you tired?"
"No Mistress."
"You will rest when I say so," she whispered menacingly in his ear. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
She smiled as the ache began between her legs. The desire of power and to possess...there were precious few willing to understand the need. Her lover did. He needed to free himself from the pressures of life, to remove himself from his position of leadership and allow her to take the reins. While in the restraints he was clay to be molded and taught. She would teach and train him.... He would understand that it was she to bring him to his knees and finally to the ultimate release he longed for. His spewing of his seed was his gift to her for her consumption of his body and mind.
"You are a good boy," she crooned. She leaned against his slick nude flesh and ran her hand down to his cock. It was erect inside it's constraint, engorged with blood. She flicked it with her finger and he flinched.
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes Mistress."
"But you want more...don't you?"
He nodded.
"What do you say?"
"Please."
She reached out and tweaked his nipple roughly. "Please what?"
He gritted his teeth. "Please Mistress."
She flicked it again and he trembled. It was thick and almost swollen, but it wasn't time to release it yet. She flicked and flicked, smiling as his body responded. She knew the head was super sensitive and that any touch felt like madness. She continued the play until a small whimper escaped his mouth.
"I know," she purred. "You want to cum don't you?"
"Yes.... Mistress."
She gripped his chin again. "But you won't cum, will you? If I see a drop of cum on my skin you know what happens."
He nodded.
"I will play with you however long I wish. I know you don't forget the last time you came to fast."
"Yes Mistress."
She walked over to her table and took the paddle from it. "You were a very bad boy that day. You made your Mistress quite angry."
She went back to him and slid the cool wooden paddle across his belly.
"Remember this? I took you over my knee and struck you many times. You bottom was so sore you nearly cried. It disgusted me."
"But I know you. This is your favorite paddle."
She struck him across the chest and he gasped. His nipples turned taut and she struck him again across the tender flesh. She liked the sound it made as it traveled through the air and resounding smack against his skin. It echoed in the barren room.
"So red.... just how I like them."
She put the paddle down and ran her tongue across each one. He groaned quietly as she suckled them and when she finished she kissed him roughly.
"I'm going to remove your restraints, but you will remain in this position until I tell you. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
She unlocked the ankles first and then the hands. She knew his muscles were screaming after being in the same place for so long. Making him stand prolonged the pain they both wanted and needed. Going up behind him, she took his arms and pulled them roughly behind his back. He groaned and she put her hand around his throat, pushing him towards the oversized chair. He almost collapsed in it.
"Keep your head up!" she snapped as she tied his hands with some rope and making the knot behind the chair. His muscles rippled and shook with fatigue.
"It is time to please your Mistress. Keep your eyes closed while I remove your blindfold."
She took it off and tossed it on the floor. "Now look at me."
He opened his eyes.
"That's good. I am going to use your mouth now and use it well."
She unzipped her leather skirt and let it fall to the floor. He loved to watch her undress and she liked to accommodate him in this when he was being very good. Her tank top came next, and when she was naked she slithered into his lap like a snake.
