She was fashionably late, but he of course did not dare comment. He had been instructed to be at home at 7 pm, naked, kneeling, eyes closed. When he heard the door open his dick hardened, his entire body tingling with anticipation. Her perfume and heels on the bare floor made his skin flush and he felt pearls of sweat form on his upper lip. She was now standing directly in front of him, her silk dress lightly brushing against his face. He had been wondering for months what her voice sounded like. They had engaged in online F/m play all spring; now that she was here, he struggled to keep his precum from dripping onto his thighs.
"You will wear your mask for the first time today."
The words startled and soothed him at the same time. Her voice was sensual, slightly husky. She put a mask on his face and adjusted it.
"Now lie on your back."
He obeyed, welcoming the cool surface of the hardwood floor. He listened as she undressed and was excited that she kept her heels on. She lowered herself onto his masked face, using the large dildo as she might a real dick. Slowly at first, then faster, she grinded and twisted her pussy around, up and down the dildo. Her moans were low, drawn out. The sound of her wet pussy and the dildo meeting was both incredibly painful and joyful to him. He badly wanted to feel her on his mouth, drink every drop of her juices. For a moment he hated the mask and the dildo; he loved it too. His submissive nature always won out - he was her toy, her slave; his desires were not important. Her breathing and moans told him she was close to cumming and he made sure to keep his head still. When she came, he felt precum leaking from his dick and he felt shame and excitement.
"You will wear your mask while you edge yourself. I will watch."
She got up, walked away to a chair a few feet away; he knew she would be staining it with her juices and welcomed it.
"Stroke your dick. Slowly."
He did as he was told.
"Stop."
He was very close to cumming.
