She's so Good in Her Stilettos

The television drones on in the background, an old episode we've seen before. You're scrolling through your emails with one hand, a look of bored content on your face. My bare feet rest in your lap, your thumb absentmindedly caressing my arch.

I'm reading a book, but my eyes skim the same sentence over and over. It's quite a naughty sentence, and a naughtier book. I squirm a little, knowing very well that I want to be the sexy heroine on the page tonight.

I let out a little humming sound and flex my toes. You barely glance at me and raise one eyebrow--it's silly, yet so sensual. I put down the book on the coffee table and remove my feet from your lap. It was time to take matters into my own hands.

Without a sound, I head into the bedroom. I undress, then dress carefully, knowing that when you see my attire, you'll know who is in charge. The black leather bustier was tight and showcased my perfect 38Cs, those breasts that always make your mouth water. The little black thong accentuated my shapely, round ass. The stockings and garters--knee-high, sheer, and black. The finishing touches--bright red lipstick. And finally, the special pair of stiletto heels that indicate what is to come.

Tap, tap, tap...my shoes kiss the hardwood floor as I slowly saunter back to you. Your body position changes as you hear the tap of the shoes; your posture stiffens and your cheeks flush. You look up at me slowly, and swallow thickly, your blue eyes expectant.

"Baby..." you murmur, then bite your lip. You know very well what you're supposed to call me now. You set down your phone, and I can already see a wet spot forming in the crotch of your sweatpants.

"Mistress," you correct yourself and sit up straight.

"That's better," I purr, and beckon you to follow me.

You follow my sashaying ass down the stairs to the basement; I bypass the pool table, the washer and dryer. I reach the door handle to our special room--the room everyone else assumes is storage. But we both know better.

Inside lies our hidden room of fantasies, a peg board of pleasure tools, a cornucopia of taboo delights. I point to a spot in the middle of the room, and you obey without words.

You love that I'm a switch; my hands rest on my hips, the sweet, submissive woman from the other night gone. The dominant fires were being stoked inside me and couldn't wait for you to feel the kiss of my flames.

"Strip, Slut," I command, feeling my own arousal start to pool in the tiny bit of fabric that barely covers my soft, shaved pussy.

You obey quickly, removing your clothes, wanting to please your Dom. I bite down hard on my lip, unable to stop the slight smile from forming. You're gorgeous. Six foot three, muscled and toned, a mop of wavy curls and light blue eyes like the shallow end of a swimming pool. Naked and dripping for me, pre cum unable to stop flowing from the tip of your thick, uncut cock.

I crook my finger, my eyes glued to your impressive appendage, and I almost groan with the power I feel as your cock begins to twitch and rise. You're my puppet, a sexy marionette, and I control the show.

You let out a little moan. I snap my fingers, then point to the cold, concrete floor. "On your knees."

The blush that spreads across your cheeks is almost innocent, cute even. Again, you obey, slowly lowering yourself to your knees, your posture straight and perfect as you fold your arms behind your back, waiting for more instruction, assuming your submissive pose.

I run my tongue over my lips, taking a moment to admire you before I render you helpless.

Tap, tap, tap of the stilettos echoes around the room as I head to the pegboard. I select the black silk blindfold and smile. As the shoes tap across the floor, each step back to your awaiting form, I can see you are tense and trying to keep your breathing even. But you keep still, not moving a muscle, as I tie the black fabric in a tight knot behind your head, leaving you in darkness.

I walk even slower back to the peg board, knowing you're listening to my every step, knowing the anticipation will only make you harder.

I select a small, silver plug--your favorite--and a pair of double locking metal handcuffs. I look back at you to make sure you're being a good boy for me. I stick the plug into my bustier between my breasts for later. I smile wickedly, you haven't moved an inch. I return to you, the tap of my shoes causes you to be fully erect. You start to shiver, a layer of goosebumps covers your pale skin. When you hear the metal clink of the cuffs, you let out a tiny moan and instinctively press your palms together, anticipating my next move.

"Look at you, Slut. Already hard and ready to please me. Such a good boy..." I let my voice trail off as I bend down and encase your wrists in the cold steel. You flex your fingers, always our little signal that you're comfortable and they're not too tight. I walk around you slowly to inspect my handiwork so far. Fuck, seeing you blindfolded and cuffed on your knees for me was enough to make my wet pussy throb. I shimmy out of my panties and stand directly in front of you, letting you inhale the scent of my arousal, and feel my heat on your face.

"Ohh, Mistress, please...please let me taste you!" Your eager pleading causes me to take a step closer so that my pussy is right up against your waiting mouth. I reach down and spread my lips wide.

I groan loudly as your tongue flicks up and down my dripping, pink slit. As your talented tongue reaches my swelling clit, I steady myself, spreading my legs even wider to balance better on the stilettos. I have the power here. I take another step and crush my pussy fully against your pretty mouth and tongue.

My hand tangles into your dark wavy hair, gripping you tight and keeping your head right where I need you.

"Faster, Slut!" I command, rocking my hips against your face as you continue your tongue's erotic dance, my orgasm building like a dam about to burst. You obey with more force, and I cry out in pleasure, my grip on your hair most likely painful for you. I cum hard, my pussy juices covering your pretty lips as you eagerly lick up every last drop, moaning a little as you do.

I don't pull away until my orgasm subsides. I run my hand affectionately through your hair. "Such a good boy, making your Mistress cum hard. I think you've earned a reward."

You nod, enthusiastically. "Thank you, Mistress, I love being your good boy, I love the taste of you."

"Stand."

You bite your lips in concentration as you rock back on your heels to get your feet under you. I know it's difficult for you to stand without the use of your hands but I love watching the show. You are so strong, that with only a small amount of effort, you bring yourself to your feet, standing before me. You wait for me to direct you.

I loop my finger around the connecting chain of the cuffs and direct you to the bench. You can't see, but when I press you against the leather padding, you groan with want. You know what's coming.

"Bend over."

You bend at the waist, letting your torso lay across the bench. Your cock continues to leak, and I delight at watching it twitch. You instinctively spread your legs and I smile.

"Already spreading wide for me? How do you know that you've earned THAT?" I tease, bringing my hand across your supple ass cheeks in a loud spank. You cry out in surprise, your cock twitching more.

"Please, Mistress?" you plead.

Slowly, I caress the red mark on your ass, soothing your stinging flesh. As your body relaxes against the bench, your legs start to come back together.

"Who said you could close your legs, Slut?"

Just as fast, you spread wide again, your body completely vulnerable. I reach into my bustier and retrieve the small, silver plug. The lube bottle sits innocently on a small table beside the bench. I move slowly, once again building up the anticipation. I let the lube dribble down the metal tip of the plug and I slather it slowly with my fingers. You flinch as you feel its cold tip against your puckered hole but you spread your legs wider, your fingers reaching down to spread your own cheeks.

"Ohh, is that how it is, Slut? Spreading yourself for me? You want this inside you?"

"Oh yes, Mistress, please!"

"You've earned it, Slut." Slowly, I push the toy inside your accepting ass; your body shuddering in pleasure.

"Ohhhh Mistress, thank you! That feels so good inside me!"

I caress your back, a small reminder that despite my dominance, I love you. But looking down at your sexy ass plugged with the toy makes me hungry for more. The tapping of my stilettos walking away from you makes you squirm. You don't know what I'm going to get.

I find my strap on and delight in how it looks as I buckle the firm, purple, silicone in place. I throb in anticipation of putting my cock deep inside of you. I can't wait to hear your moans.

Tap, tap, tap go my shoes across the concrete floor as I return. I take the bottle of lube and apply it liberally to my fake dick, loving how it glistens with the slick liquid. I put my hand on your ass and then slowly remove the plug from your hole.

You moan softly, almost a whimper.

"No, Mistress, please! That felt so good..."

"What? You don't want my cock? Surely that's better than this little, tiny plug?"

Your body shivers and tenses as your pre cum drizzles onto the concrete.

"Oh, God, please Mistress. I'll do anything, please fuck my tight man pussy...!"

I smirk, and slowly line the tip of my cock with your already wet hole. You take a deep breath, relaxing as I slide inside you. Your moans are louder now as I begin to fuck you, a slow pace, making sure my cock rubs against your sensitive prostate.

"Ohhh fuck, Mistress, yes..." Your chained hands spread yourself wider, your face pressed down into the padded leather bench, taking me like the good slut you are.

"Mmmm that's it Slut, take this cock, tell me how much you like it!"

"Yes Mistress, I love it, thank you so much, Mistress!"

"Good boy."

I reach down and take your thick cock in my hand while I continue to fuck you steadily. You moan even louder as I start to stroke you at the same pace of my cock, rocking in time to your pleasured moans.

I knew it wouldn't take you long and I could feel your cock tighten in my hand.

"Please...please Mistress! Please let me cum?"

I start to stroke you faster, my hips pumping you a little deeper. "Mmmm you've been such a good boy...cum for your Mistress, cum hard for me!"

You let out a cry, as rope after rope of your hot cream spurts from your swollen tip, puddling on the floor underneath us. I milk you for every drop inside you, loving how you twitch against my hand.

Finally, your breathing returns to normal, your body spent. I remove the handcuffs and slowly slide out of you. Now, all I see is my lover, sated, pleasured, exhausted. I rub your back for a moment, the Dom in me slowly slipping away. Your hands free, you remove your blindfold, then turn your head to look at me. I bend to kiss you, our mouths softly caressing.

But then you stand and turn so you're facing me, the submissive look in your eyes gone. "It's my turn now. And you better keep those stilettos on...Slut."