The Five Year Treat

"Hello, this is Steve. I'm here to see Mistress V," the man whispered.

"Hello Steve, I've been expecting you."

I buzzed him into the building and went to my private bathroom to put on a quick makeup. As usual when Steve came calling there was a list of instructions on the sideboard near the entrance. This time he was to strip and leave his clothes next to the note. He always ensured he was freshly showered and smooth of any facial hair before coming over for a session. Disrobed, he would pass through the spacious lounge into my studio bedroom. Business had been kind and I had the luxury of a personal bedroom and another one just for entertaining clients.

In the studio he would put on the collar and ankle and wrist restraints. With these I could tie him in all manner of positions but for now he would kneel down and wait. It always amused me that somebody as handsome as Steve would choose to spend his spare time being punished in cruel and imaginative ways, although I definitely wasn't complaining.

Makeup complete, I reflected on my outfit. A tight black corset enhanced my cleavage and the dark underwear and heels stood in stark contrast to the silky flesh of my long legs. Picking up a crop, I strode confidently through to the studio.

"Hello Steve."

"Hello mistress!" He seemed to approve of my attire. When I walked in he was at half mast but now I had his full attention.

"How has your week been?"

"It's been good, but of course this is always the highlight."

"I'm glad to hear that. Did you know that today is the five year anniversary of our first session together?"

"Actually, yes I did know that." He seemed a little shy about it.

"Good. Well, as you have been so loyal, I have something extra special planned for you."

"Oh you didn't have to mistress!"

"I didn't have to, no, but I wanted to. Although I wouldn't get too excited about it if I were you, I'm not going to make it easy for you."

"Of course." Positively beaming, who knew what wild thoughts were running through his head. Well, I had an idea of course but he didn't need to know how good a read I had on him.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes mistress."

"Good, then let us begin."

I started by taking a couple of clips and attaching the ankle and wrist restraints together into a cross pattern. Tied like this he would only be able to kneel as I towered over him. I slowly ran the crop across his cheek, neck and down to his chest. A few light taps to get the blood flowing a little before moving onto the next area. Once everything was warmed up I picked up the pace, a few stronger strokes here and there but never lingering on one area long enough to cause it to really hurt.

His ass didn't escape punishment, brightening to a nice shade with a few swift strikes. I even drew some winces and made him double a little with sharp raps on his inner thighs. He was breathing more heavily at this point, his crimson chest rising and falling in time with his breathing. The accuracy of my work with the crop often caught clients off guard. In Steve's case I knew he wasn't interested in being struck in the penis or balls but everything else was an undefended target for my ministrations.

Deciding to give my crop arm a rest for now I walked to the dresser and picked up my next instrument. These tweezer clamps were a personal favourite, able to apply pressure that could be adjusted over the course of a session. The small weights attached to the bottom would prevent them being ignored once the victim acclimatised also. I put these on Steve one at a time, tightening them to just give a little bit of a pinch for now but not too much.

"I like you like that Steve, chained at my feet with some jewellery in place. How are you feeling?"

"I'm good mistress," he practically purred.

"Good, good. So Steve, you've been my client for five years now but I don't think you've ever seen my pussy. How would you feel about today being your lucky day?"

"Oh mistress that would be amazing, I would love to get to see it at last!"

"Well that's too bad," I said, moving behind him and slipping a blindfold over his eyes. "I get to choose what you get to see and I've decided you're still not allowed to see my pussy."

"Of course mistress, I'm sorry mistress." He sounded genuinely contrite, not at all frustrated to be denied even on such an occasion.

"Don't be sorry, there are always ways you can make it up to me." I slid my underwear off and stood over his face.

"I know you can smell my pussy Steve, don't you think you should get to work?"

He didn't reply, instead digging in immediately. It was a very pleasant experience, long strokes of his tongue along the labia and some delicate toying of my clit. I was having a great time but after five or ten minutes I decided I wasn't in the mood to finish on his face today. Having had enough I grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled him away. Still holding on, I unceremoniously wiped my pussy clean on his nose and cheeks.

"You do have a talent Steve but that's enough for now."

"Thank you mistress."

"Tip your head back and stick your tongue out." He did so. Leaning forward I spat saliva into his mouth and then repeated until there was a good amount there.

"Stay like that, don't swallow." He knew better than to try respond. On another day I could easily have poured something else in there like cum or a foul tasting drink. With the blindfold on he would have never known what was coming.

I tightened the clamps a nudge more then went to the wardrobe to get the next toy. It was a clear dildo and a large one at that. I put condoms on both the dildo and Steve's rock hard dick. I positioned the dildo in front of Steve's mouth and had him suck on it. He was very enthusiastic at first but then started to fatigue. I told him to stop and fucked his face with it instead, making him gag from time to time. His penis was twitching with excitement so I knew I wasn't pushing him too far.

Now for the next part of my plan. A lot of mistresses I speak to won't touch a submissive's organ or allow them to cum themselves. I find that you can tear a man down far more effectively with the manner of release than you can with denial. Taking a drop of lube I began massaging Steve's cock, eliciting long moans. As he got close I removed the clamps from his nipples. This got a big gasp and I gently kneaded the blood back into them one at a time. I continued jerking him off and occasionally got him to almost scream with a pinch of his sensitive nubs.

Suddenly he tensed and I knew what was coming. I pulled my hand away, watching him spurt uselessly into the air in a delicious ruined orgasm. The condom I removed and set aside. That load would come in useful for one of our future sessions or for games with one of my other clients. He looked out for the count after that climax so I had no choice but to wake him up with a few choice smacks of the crop.

"Wake up Steve!"

"Yes mistress, I'm awake!"

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Very much so, that was amazing. You always know how to torture me so."

"Good. That wasn't even your five year treat either. I have decided that I'm going to allow you to fuck me." His face lit up in excitement.

"Really? I'm speechless!"

"Yes really. And you'd better do a good job because you're not getting to do it again for at least another five years."

"Yes mistress, of course mistress."

I unclipped his restraints and guided him onto the bed still blindfolded and had him lie on his side. Then I tied together his ankles and clipped his hands behind his back. Taking off my corset and heels I settled down next to him so he was spooning me. I ground my firm ass onto his soft junk, knowing he wouldn't be able to get it up so soon after that big finish.

"Are you ready Steve?"

"I'm sorry mistress, I can't get it up again that quickly."

"That's a shame, but thankfully I came prepared." The dildo I had him get wet earlier was actually a penis sheath, hollow inside with enough room to accommodate Steve's flaccid cock. It slid over the top with space to spare and I looped the ring at the bottom around his balls.

"Do you know what that is Steve?"

"A cock ring mistress?"

"Not quite," I said, lubing up the thick phallus and slipping the tip inside my eagerly waiting pussy. "What you're wearing is actually a toy. Your treat is that you get to fuck me, but I'm afraid you won't feel a thing."

"Thank you mistress, you're so kind!" From the tone of his voice I would have said if he was able to get hard right now he would have been right on the edge.

"Now get on with it."

It was a little difficult for him with the restraints but he put in a sterling effort. From time to time I would use the crop to coax him into the motions I wanted and I had to do some of the work too. It was worth it though, with this big tool I was building steadily to a vaginal orgasm, a rarity for me. I picked up a bullet from the bedside table and set it going between my legs.

"Oh, oh, oh Steve I'm coming!"

He moaned, mentally joining in the orgasm as I violently finished, my face a silent O of ecstasy. I rubbed myself out to one more with the dick inside before pulling it out. Steve was getting hard inside the penis sheath at this point so I had to use ice to shrink him enough to wiggle his manhood out. I disconnected the restraints and let him rest a little with a glass of water still blindfolded. When his shaky legs were ready to go I lifted him up out of the bed and walked him round to the front door.

"Steve, it's not often that I say this to any of my clients, but I thoroughly enjoyed that."

"I'm so glad," he replied. He was clearly spent. "Same time next week?"

"I'll check my calendar and let you know."

"Thank you."

A while later I went to the door again and checked the side table. As expected there was the blindfold, collar and restraints in place of his clothes. What was unexpected though was the size of the tip he had left. At £500 an hour, this ninety minute session had already cost him a small fortune but there was another £250 laid out on top of the instruction note. I smiled to myself. This was the job for me, a cool grand and a couple of fantastic orgasms to top it off.