As I lie here performing dirty, forbidden acts upon myself my mind wanders. I begin to think of the punishments my mistress would inflict on me if she ever found out. If she knew that her pet was lying under the covers in his bed, boxers pulled down around his knees, his hot, sweating hand wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock. Her cock. The cock he has told him belongs to her, exists for her pleasure and is hers alone. I begin to imagine what she would do if she knew, if mistress knew I was playing with HER cock. Without her permission. Indulging and pleasuring my horny little body behind her back.... The thoughts arouse me further, as does the idea of punishment, of being thoroughly taught my place, of being made to submit to her entirely.
The punishment would come as a surprise. We would be sitting or lying together in the comfort of her opulent suite when suddenly mistress's head would snap towards me and she would fix me with her gaze - a look of piercing intensity such as only she can deliver, my knees turned to water as it fried the air between us, searching me and baring my very soul.
"You've been a naughty boy haven't you pet?" she would say, pinning me with her gaze.
"Yes mistress" I reply, breath catching in anticipation.
"Tell me pet, confess to your mistress" she says in a soft, honeyed tone that simultaneously brooks no argument. Knowing it is best to obey I tell her everything, how I am unable to resist the urges brought on by thoughts of her - her curves, her hair, her sensual, pouting lips. How I lie alone in my bed at night, all alone in the dark, playing with her cock, her toy. And finally, worst of all, how I climax without her permission, wasting the essence which is hers by right. I kneel humbly at her feet and await my punishment.
"Tut tut, you have been a VERY bad boy, haven't you slave?"(I know that I have forfeited the right to be called her pet).
"Yes mistress, I am such a bad slut. I couldn't help myself. Please, please punish me as I deserve!" I beg, prostrating myself before her, my face pressed to her feet.
"You think its that easy you little slut?" she hisses, "You have to earn the right to be corrected!" She places her hands on my shoulders and hurls me back onto the floor. "I am going into the bathroom slave, don't you dare move a muscle!" I lie as still as I can, helpless with desire and apprehension, wondering what mistress could be doing. She emerges wearing nothing but her black lace gloves, bra and g-string, the sight alone has my cock twitching. "Now, slave, you are going to make me come using only your mouth, you may not move from that position and don't even THINK of touching MY cock!" she orders, towering over me, in total control.
"Yes mistress, anything mistress" I pant, so grateful to her for the chance to redeem myself, knowing I am hers, that I live to serve her and only her. She moves over me and kneels, straddling my face, her already wet sex just out of reach. I moan and twitch at that delicious scent.
"Oh, you want that, slave? You want to taste my hot, wet little pussy?" almost mad with desire I answer, my breath already becoming short from the effort of my self-restraint
"Oh yes mistress, more than anything!" She pauses for a minute, seeming to consider.
"Very well slave, you may begin." She lowers herself until she is within reach of my hungry mouth. I strain upwards, aching to taste her, driving my tongue as deep inside as I can before moving up to the hard little nub of her pleasure, moaning at that taste I love and have grown to crave my every waking moment. As I suck her clit into my mouth I swipe my tongue over it, pleased at every involuntary contraction of her muscles as the pleasure courses through her body. As they begin to grow in intensity I redouble my efforts, working her clit with both tenderness and hunger, fluttering my tongue over it and drinking in the sight of her as she rides my face, lost entirely to the sensation. Yes, this is where I belong - beneath my mistress. I could serve no other. As her orgasm draws near she suddenly rises, pushing me down and straddling me, out of reach of all but my eyes. "You did well slave, but since you have denied me your climax I will deny you mine. Don't. Move." With that she plunges two fingers deep inside her hot, tight sex, sliding them sensuously in and out as the flesh of her fingers stimulate her hot, buzzing clit, pleasuring herself as I lie helpless beneath her. I am forced to watch as she plays with herself, taking her time, teasing me before finally locking her eyes with mine as she reaches a shuddering climax. I thought I might come from that sight alone as she gasped and shook above me, magnificent in her wildness and absolute authority, growling and baring her teeth as the ecstasy reaches its peak before coming down, shaking slightly and smiling down at me in my helpless, unbearably horny heap. She takes a moment to relax, obviously enjoying my helplessness. "Clean my fingers slave, and be thorough" she says as she brings her wet hand to my lips. I do my best to comply, rising onto my knees sucking as I eagerly lick them dry, sucking each of her fingers to ensure none of her delicious juice is left behind.
"Very nice my little slut. Now, beg for your punishment" she says.
"Oh please mistress, I've been such a bad boy, I disobeyed you! Please, please punish me and teach me my place!" She walks over and sits on the foot of the bed, placing a small box next to her.
"Over my knee bitch" I obey without question, knowing I deserve this. Roughly she grabs my pants and pulls hem down around my knees exposing my naked butt cheeks.
*Smack!*
I yelp as her hand makes contact with my naked flesh, my cock jumping at the exquisite pain.
"You like that don't you you little slut?" She whispers as she rubs the skin her hand has just warmed, conserving the heat.
*smack! smack!*
