"How are you, my pet?" You feel my breath unexpectedly against your neck as I whisper my question. Moments ago you were fully clothed, standing outside the door of my apartment. Now you are naked, blind-folded, and tied to the straight-backed chair you know I keep expressly for the purpose.
"Good, Mistress." You hear your own voice quaver as you speak. You know you'll eventually find pleasure, but you don't know how long it will take or what humiliations and pains I might make you endure in the meantime.
My hands idly stroke your shoulders as I come around to stand in front of you. "You're sure the cuffs aren't too tight? I want you secure and immobile, but I don't want to cut off circulation." You hear me chuckle softly before I continue, "I'm still not sure how long I'm going to make you wait for me, and I don't want to hurt you unintentionally."
You flex your hands and feet as I've taught you to do, testing the tightness of the leather restraints. There is a little bit of give, but not enough to make movement possible, so you respond, "They are just right."
You hear me take in breath sharply, then feel pain as I pinch your left nipple hard. "They are just right, what?"
I let go and you hear me stride away a short distance. Trying to avoid the inevitable, you whisper, "They are just right, Ma'am."
I return, and you feel clamps being quickly attached to first your right nipple then the left. "Too late, Pet. I've told you time and time again to address me properly, as Mistress or Ma'am, but you refuse." To prove my point, I jiggle each clamp to increase the pain you are experiencing.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I'll try to do better."
My hands stroke gently down your torso as I sit on your lap, straddling you. I move in to kiss you softly, almost chastely, pressing my torso into yours and causing more jangling pain as I put pressure on the nipple clamps.
I lean back, still seated. With my legs parted like that, you can smell my arousal. You imagine what this scene must look like from the outside -- me, in my favorite rich burgundy corset with the matching thong, my skin pale and luminous against the fabric, black thigh high stockings and stilettos, sitting on your lap, and you, naked except the blindfold and leather restraints. You have been erect since I ordered you to strip for me, but with this image in mind your cock twitches, becoming even harder if possible. You hear me give a short laugh and know that I've noticed the movement.
"Oh, look a hard cock all for me. Whatever shall I do with it? What do you think, Pet? What should I do with this piece of meat?" My enjoyment of your state is clear from the amusement in my voice.
You choose your words carefully, hoping to please me. "However my mistress would like to touch me would be heaven for your unworthy pet."
"Hmm, well spoken, sweet boy." You feel my finger tips teasing across your lower stomach, just above where your cock is jutting out. They trail lower, across the tops of your legs to your inner thighs. Suddenly you feel a change in the pressure I'm applying as I add another level of pain by scraping my fingernails down your legs.
My hands are removed, and you feel my weight shifting on your lap for a moment, then I'm still again. "Open your mouth for me, Pet."
You comply unquestioningly, unsure of what I'll do, then you feel something entering your mouth. A second later, you realize I've placed two of my fingers in your mouth. What's more, you realize why my weight was shifting as you experience the unmistakable taste of my pussy juices washing over your tongue. Greedily, you latch onto my fingers, sucking and licking, savoring the tangy flavor you've come to love.
My fingers are withdrawn from you, as I whisper, "Did you enjoy that, my good boy?" But before you can answer, I've have slid into you , pressing my barely shielded cunt against your cock. That sensation interrupts any thoughts you had, and you are consumed with the feelings of heat and moisture. A moment passes before you realize you have neglected to answer me.
"Hmm," I say to you, "I thought you were going to be a good boy, but if you can't even respond to a simple question about being allowed to taste me, I guess I have no choice but to punish you further."
With those words, I am out of your lap. You feel the restraints at your ankles being removed first, then the ones at your wrists, and then the blindfold is removed.
"Open your eyes, bad boy," my tone is firm as I speak to you, "and stand up."
Doing as I asked, you know better than to try to apologize for your mistake. You look down at me, hoping that I am not too displeased, and see me bending to remove my thong.
"Open your mouth wide," I command. As you do, my thong is shoved into your mouth. You can feel and taste how turned on I am as you close your lips around the panties.
You watch as I walk over to the couch and sit on its edge before turning to look at you. "Over my lap, now."
With unsure footsteps, you cover the short distance between us, and kneel over my lap. You want to hang your head in shame for displeasing me, but you know that will only anger me more. I have strict rules about punishment times, and you keeping your head up unless expressly told otherwise is foremost among them.
You feel me leaning away from you for a moment and return. I position myself so that no part of me is touching you, then you hear me speak, "Look at what I am doing between my legs, but move no part of your body other than your head."
In response, you bend down to look beneath you, and see me slowly entering myself with a small dildo. My moaning is soft, but it is clear I'm enjoying what I'm doing to myself. I push it in as far as it will go, leave it there for a moment, then remove it. To be this close to me, and yet not allowed to touch, is excruciating enough as it is, but to see me pleasuring myself makes it even more difficult. "Look away again, Pet."
