Author's note: Sorry, this took so long. "
Deep Pleasure" or "Dark Pleasence
" may get its own story. It is a story I want to write, but I have another story or two in mind after this one. We'll see. Maybe I will try writing them at the same time. Or leave the other three stories for another time.
The days passed fast. Even the marks from the whip had almost disappeared, thanks to mistress. She carefully rubbed them with healing ointment every morning and night. And soon it was time for us to send Lizzy off. She had already packed her stuff. Becky picked us up. We all went to the bus station where she would take the bus at 9 A.M. to return to her hometown. We got there on time, so there wasn't much to do except help Lizzy with her luggage. When the bus was there, I put her baggage in the trunk. Lizzy hugged us both and said,
"I know you're going to miss me. But, I'll come again." she said and smiled.
"You sure you don't want us to come?" asked Emily.
"Yeah, Becky will throw me off and there won't even be much time before I depart. So, no point in you coming."
"Alright. But call me when you get there."
"Sure thing, sis. And John..."
"Yes, Lizzy."
"Treat my sister well... Wait, why am I even saying it? I know you will. Well, we should go."
"Of course. You don't need to worry."
"Alright, Lizzy. Let's go. See you both some other time." said Becky.
"Bye for now Becky. And thank you again." said Emily.
"You know there is no need for that, but I will come for coffee soon."
"Of course, anytime."
Lizzy and Becky went to the bus station. We waved Lizzy goodbye until the car took a turn and was out of view. Mistress then grabbed me by the hand, smiled, and said.
"Let's go, my sweet pet. Your mistress will play with you... Soon. Depends how fast you are."
"Of course, mistress. I can't wait. What do you need me to do?"
We went back inside. She immediately spoke, saying.
"Go to the shop. I want you to buy some steel wall hangers. Then put them above the bed. It's so I can hang your cuffed arms there."
"Yes, mistress."
I wish I was Barry Allen. Since the entire process took some time. At least it didn't take a whole day. Couple hours later I had put the steel hangers on the wall. I tested them. It seemed like they were going to hold, but for how long was the question? I cleaned the mess and when everything was set and done, mistress came and said.
"All done?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Well, I can't wait to test it. Down boy."
She smiled when she reached the last sentence. I fell on my knees immediately after she closed the door. She turned around with a smile.
"Why is my pet wearing clothes?" she said with a smile.
"I apologies mistress." I responded while taking my clothes off, still on my knees.
I was naked from the waist up, but now I had to get up to take off my shorts. Of course, I had to ask.
"Mistress, may I get up so I can take off my jeans?" I said, looking up at her.
"Of course." she said, her teeth gently pressing against her lower lip.
I undressed, while her eyes were fixated on me. She didn't even blink. I have to admit it was a little embarrassing, even if it was the hundredth time I had done it.
"Get out of the room for a second."
"Uh, sure mistress." I looked at her questioningly.
I went out of the bedroom buck naked and stood there wondering what she had in store. A couple of minutes later, she called me back in. I went inside and my jaw dropped when I saw her. She was stunning. Wearing a short black skirt and a black matching bra. My eyes were drawn to her soft, slim belly. It had two little moles. One to the lower left and one way up to the right under her breast. I wanted to plant kisses all over it, and draw lines with my tongue. She had put on bloody red lipstick. She gestured me with a finger to come to her, with a little smile across her face. It only felt right that I crawl to her, or so I thought. Before I knew it, I was on all fours, crawling towards her. My member was semi-erect already.
"What a good boy. I don't even have to ask."
"Thank you for the praise, mistress. Mistress, may I lick your slim, soft tummy? Please. It turns me on like crazy."
"Well, that's new. Did you develop a new fetish or something?" she said, laughing.
"Perhaps. But I love every part of your body. You're just so perfect."
"My, my. How can I decline your request when you flatter me with such compliments?"
She laid back on the bed. I got closer to her, pressing my lips against her tummy, kissing it all over. Feeling its softness on my lips turned me on like crazy. It was slim, yet so soft. I marked it with a path of slow, delicate kisses. IT felt amazing every time my lips contacted her soft skin. Growing bolder and more turned on by the second, I started licking it. It was as though my tongue was a brush and I drew my desire for her on her abdomen. My eyes then fixated on her breasts. I wanted to suck on them and bury my face in between. It was as though she read my mind because she simply said.
"No, you haven't earned that yet."
She spread her legs, inviting my mouth that was already craving her taste. I approached her moist slit and ran my tongue up and down it, savouring her taste. I kept moving my tongue slowly all around, careful not to touch her clit. Letting her enjoy the feeling. She moaned approvingly. My member was stirring against its cage. I continued licking her slit slowly up and down. Then, after a few times, swapped to kissing all around it. Then slowly went to kissing the inner thigh of her right leg. She grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face back into her precious spot.
"Are you trying to get away, slave?" she said with a smile on her face.
"No, mistress, I would never." I responded, taking my mouth away for a second.
"I sure hope so. Because bad dogs don't deserve a reward."
"Woof!"
"Good response! Now, back to work, and no rushing."
"Woof."
My tongue started dancing inside of her slit. Moving up and down slowly. Then I tried twisting it like a snake, twirling it around. I took my mouth away for a second to take a breath and then slowly exhaled, the warm breath brushing against her precious place.
"Mmm, I quite like that." she said approvingly.
I did it again, which was met with another appreciative moan. I then went back to work. Licking up and down with my tongue. Then I traced long lines up and down, growing faster with my tongue. I was just about to stick my tongue inside her. But she instructed me what to do, and I immediately obeyed.
"Kiss around it." she commanded.
Her taste had its grip on me. I couldn't remove my mouth. I didn't want to. She probably noticed since she kicked me lightly with her inner thigh, moving my head a little, and parting my lips away from her.
"You are to listen when I say something!" she said in a sweet yet demanding tone and smiled at me.
"Yes, mistress, I'm sorry. You just tasted so sweet."
"Well, since I am such a kind person, I will forgive you. Now, back to work and listen this time!"
"Yes, mistress!" I said, my tone so eager that she couldn't suppress a chuckle.
I pressed my lips back against her slit, the cage feeling tighter and tighter by the second. I moved my hand to adjust it slightly. Mistress noticed and teased me.
"Oh, your poor member is locked behind bars, while I get all the pleasure I want. Do you think I'll let you come just because your tongue is working its magic on me?"
"No, mistress." I said briefly before returning my mouth to where it belonged.
She smiled at me, my eyes looking into her while my tongue continued to bring her pleasure. I knew she wouldn't let me come that easily. But there was still that sliver of hope.
"No indeed. You don't get to come. But, if you perform well enough, I just might let you. Now, back to work and don't disappoint me."
"Yes, my goddess."
Her words gave me a bit of hope. But even if she doesn't let me come, I will still do my best to please her. I liked everything she did to me, even the denial, so I buried my face back into her and moved my tongue slowly up and down between her sweet folds. I then kissed all around her slit and let my warm breath tickle her. She exhaled softly and buried her fingers in my hair. She gripped my hair tightly and pulled my mouth away. I looked at her, eager to serve and to please. I didn't say a word, just stood there awaiting her command. She smiled, looked me in the eye for a few seconds without saying a word. I held my breath, focused on her lips, waiting for the words she was about to speak.
"I am quite enjoying myself right now. So, go bring me a glass of white wine. There should be some in the fridge and don't take too long." she said, giving a smile at the end.
"Yes, mistress."
I hurried to obey. When I got to the kitchen, I found the wine, poured it in a champagne flute glass. And ran back to her. I knelt at her side and gave her the glass, saying,
"Here you go, mistress. Would you like me to bring you some ice?"
"Yes, now hurry back and bring me some!" she said, giving me a smile.
I smiled back and ran to get the ice. I went back to the kitchen. Took out a plastic bag filled with ice, then broke it and put the ice in a metal ice cup with a matching metal spoon. I got back to her, and she said from the bed,
"Good boy!"
I stood next to her holding the ice, and she simply said,
"One."
I took out one ice cube and put it in her glass.
"Good boy!" she said smiled and petter me on the head then added, "Now go wash your hands with some warm water. You may have to use your fingers and they may be too cold."
"Yes, mistress."
I hurried to obey and was back within minutes. She extended her hand towards me. I knelt at her side, took it gently, and then kissed it.
"Alright love, your hand are warm now. You can continue your work down there."
"Yes, mistress. Thank you."
