The Playthings Of A Dominatrix Pt 02

Hi readers, this story picks up right after the previous part ends, so I'd highly recommend reading that first :)

I pushed myself up, sighing in disappointment as my clenched pussy finally released his softening cock. I flashed him a quick, sly grin before sliding my now glistening sweaty body off of the bed. My bare feet touched the cool hard floor, but before I walked to the door, I turned back to face him and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It had already shrunk to a more average size, so I gave it a few smooth pumps, and then leant over to plant a quick kiss on the glistening tip.

I met his gaze for a few seconds while my tongue danced across the purple head and gave him a wink before turning away and crossing the room. I pushed the door open, and just as I'd expected and heard, Claire was kneeling directly outside. She was blushing from head to toe, and glistening with sweat. I could see a few droplets of perspiration on her forehead even though her gaze was intent on the floor at my feet. She'd definitely been struggling to keep it together out here.

"Were you listening in on us, you naughty slut?" I smirked, already certain of her answer.

She finally met my gaze, her eyes wide and guilty. I narrowed my own and raised my eyebrows in question, and once again she found the floor at my feet intensely interesting. She hadn't looked for more than a few seconds, but I knew it had been enough. She'd seen the last drops of Oliver's cum still dripping out of my tight young pussy.

"Y-yes, mistress." She responded quietly.

Her body trembled under my gaze, her lower lip caught between her teeth. This was it. This was exactly what I lived for. A woman-- a naked one at that, kneeling at my feet, utterly under my control.

"And? Did you enjoy it?" I smiled, casting a quick glance back to Oliver who still lay in the disheveled bed.

"Yes Mistress. I- I enjoyed it a lot." She mewled, her body shaking more.

I bent down and gently dropped a hand into her graying brown hair, giving it a few soft strokes as if she was a simple pet. She practically melted into my soft touch, the tension seeming to up and vanish.

It was short lived, of course.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and roughly yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at me.

"You look at your mistress when you speak to her, slave." I said, my voice as sharp as a knife.

"I'm sorry mistress!" she squeaked, her breath coming in bursts. "I'll do better."

Her eyes were watering, whether from pain or humiliation, I couldn't tell. I didn't care. I couldn't help a grin flash across my face at the thrill of control, but I pushed it away as quickly as it had come. I loved the way she reacted to my control. The mark of a superb submissive.

"Well then," I said slowly, "Would a good little slave like to repay her owners for such a good show?"

Her cheeks somehow managed to blush even darker red, and her breathing hitched.

"Yes please!" she stammered, the words streaming out. "Thank you, Mistress!"

"Good girl," I said as I gripped her hair tighter, drawing a sharp gasp of pain from her lips. "Now, move that old ass and get in here."

I stepped backwards out of the doorway to give her access to the room, and she began picking herself up off of the floor.

"Bad slut!" I purred, waggling a finger at her, "You know the rules. Slaves don't get to walk in the bedroom."

Her eyes widened in recognition, as she realized her mistake. There was only a moments hesitation before she got back onto her hands and knees, the evidence of her age jiggling as she began. Her movements were slow, and she kept her head bowed as she inched forward. I stepped aside, my arms crossed under my breasts as I watched her with a smirk. Oliver propped himself up on the bed, his flaccid cock twitching as he watched his wife crawl around their room like a well-trained pet.

"That's it," I purred, "Good girl. Crawl right over to the bed."

Claire's head remained turned down, focusing on where her hands were moving to next. I could see the way her thighs pressed together as she crawled, trying to hide how turned on she was. But there was no hiding it--not from me. I could see the slickness glistening between her legs, the way her nipples were hard and erect, yeah, she was loving this.

When she reached the foot of the bed, she stopped, her eyes flicking back to me in question.

"Up on the bed," I commanded, "On your back."

Claire scrambled to obey, her movements clumsy but eager as she climbed onto the bed and laid back. Oliver shifted beside her, but his gaze locked on me, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. I gracefully climbed onto the bed after her, eyes roaming her trembling body.

"Well, my little slave," I purred, my voice soft. "Show us how much you want this."

I clambered forward until I was straddling her waist, keeping my legs spread wide to let my slick folds smear across her flushed skin. But I didn't stop there. I lifted my weight slightly and kept moving towards her head, working my way over her body.

Her breathing increased drastically, and I could tell by the way her body tensed, her hips lifting slightly off the bed that she couldn't wait for whatever my plan was. With my legs clamped on either side of her head, I settled myself over her and grinned. She finally understood my plan and I could see the hunger in her eyes.

"Open your mouth," I said in a firm, unyielding voice.

Claire obeyed instantly, gazed up at me, peering up past the towering mountains of my thighs, and her mouth opened wide. My pussy briefly hovered just above her mouth for a moment before I lowered myself down and left her with no other option. My clit throbbed with arousal and overuse as my pussy lips widened and enveloped her mouth. At first, she hesitantly flicked out her tongue as she adjusted to my weight on her face, but I wouldn't have it.

"Harder, bitch," I ordered as I ground myself against her mouth. "Don't you fucking stop."

I watched as Claire's hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body arching as she obeyed, her tongue working eagerly. Her tongue traced my outer lips before digging deeper and probing my dripping inner folds as she started to eat me out.

I let out a loud, breathy mewl as Claire's tongue glided over my pussy, relishing every stroke of her frantic tongue. She responded by sucking harder, her lips clamping down like a vacuum around my sex as I shifted my hips, fully sealing myself onto her face. Her tongue was exploring into every inch of my soaked pussy. I could feel her hot breath condensing on my skin.

I motioned to Oliver, who was watching me ride his wife's face with rapt attention.

"Come here, Oliver," I purred, my voice airy. "I need your cock in my mouth, right fucking now."

Oliver didn't need to be told twice, and he eagerly rushed across the bed, his cock already hardening as he approached me. I reached out and wrapped my hands around his thick veiny shaft, before I jerked him closer and opened my mouth wide to fully engulf him. Claire's tongue faltered for a moment as she felt my body tense, but I ground myself wildly against her face, reminding her to keep going.

Claire's tongue was like the best vibrator ever, licking and probing my folds, arriving at every perfect spot exactly on time. My lips wrapped around Oliver's cock like a vice, and he let out a low groan, his hips bucking forward as I began to let my own tongue go crazy.

I went hard. I didn't give myself a moment to warm up, I simply plunged my throat against Oliver's cock, determined to take him to the base. In retaliation to my ferocious head movements, my hips began writhing out of control against Claire's face. She was shaking and bucking beneath me, most likely struggling to breath.

I could feel her tongue faltering, her hands twitching like she wanted to push me away but wouldn't dare. She was probably struggling to breathe, potentially even on the verge of passing out.

But I didn't let up, not yet.

I wanted to-- no, needed, to feel her tongue in me, to feel her complete and utter submission.

For a moment, Claire's tongue stopped attacking my cunt and I felt a quick pang of concern, had I actually waited too long? But then she was back and I knew she was okay, her tongue lashing out and probing my folds. I let out a breathy moan as I felt my clit clench and spasm, a powerful orgasm rising to the surface.

I knew I was close, so close.

"Harder, Claire!" I yelped, my voice shrill and squeaky, but muffled by Oliver's cock jammed in my throat.

She still heard me and responded immediately, her tongue plunging deeper than before and swirling through my clit.

It was too much. Soon my entire body was shuddering and twitching, my dripping sex smearing across her face as I shook.

I came, and I came hard.

My spunk flooded out into her mouth and onto her face, but I kept my mouth wrapped around Oliver's cock, sucking him dry.

Claire whimpered beneath me, probably overwhelmed by the torrent of my cum gushing onto her face. I gently lifted off, giving her room to easily breath and deal with the spunk that was filling her mouth. My entire body was still spasming from the aftershocks, and boy was she enjoying it-- her own pussy soaked and drenching the sheets beneath her.

After enjoying the pleasure for a minute longer, I eventually raised myself completely off her face. Claire's chest was heaving, her lips, chin, and forehead all coated in a thin sheen of my cream.

I looked up at Oliver as I pulled my mouth away from his swollen cock, leaving a trail of spit and precum in my wake. "Your wife's got a talented tongue." I said, lifting my leg fully over Claire's Oliver smirked, though there was something regretful behind it. "Not since she decided she wasn't worthy of it."

I blinked, genuinely caught off guard. "Not worthy? What's that supposed to mean?" I repeated, a hint of incredulity slipping into my voice.

"She decided she doesn't deserve it," he explained, a hand waving in the air as if he didn't know what to do with it. "Told me she's not worthy of me anymore. The most I've gotten is a quick handjob."

I glanced at Claire where she was sprawled on the bed, licking my essence from her lips. She was determined to not meet my gaze.

I burst out laughing. "You're telling me this slut hasn't fucked or sucked you at all in what, like a month?" I let my head pull back from where it'd been hovering near Oliver's hard cock and forcefully turned Claire's head to look at me. "The fuck do you have to say for yourself?"

"I just--" Claire visibility gulped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I knew I couldn't compare to you. And if I can't be the best for him, I'd rather be nothing."

"Compare?" I echoed dully, utterly in disbelief. "Bitch, you'll never be even close. But that shouldn't stop you should it? Your husband deserves a pussy even when he can't have mine."

Claire whimpered, a few tears spilling down her glistening red cheeks. "He's-- I'm happier like this, Mistress. Knowing he has someone as perfect as you--it makes me feel good."

Oliver chuckled, his fingers reaching to my shoulder to pull me back to his impatient cock. Normally I would have eagerly continued to attack his engorged rod, but right now I was genuinely slightly pissed at Claire. I brushed him off and focused all my attention on her, gripping both sides of her head with my hands.

"He sees me like once a month, Claire! How the fuck can he possibly be 'happier' like that?" I burst out, raising my eyebrows in confusion. "I'll say it again, your husband deserves a pussy! A magnificent cock like his can't go to waste!"

She didn't meet my eyes, instead, she pointedly glanced up at Oliver, as if pleading with him to say something.

"Well, I didn't want to do this right now, but Belle, remember how I'd started to ask you something when you got here?" Oliver set, regret and disappointment obvious in his voice.

I straightened up, my hands releasing Claire's head before swiveling to face him again. "Yes?" I waved my hands emphatically, trying to signal that I wasn't done with Claire. "Yes I remember that. What is it?"

Now Oliver wasn't meeting my eyes. What was going on?

"We've got something to propose to you, Belle." He said, his normal confident easygoing tone gone.

Claire, still sprawled out beside me nodded frantically. "Please listen to him, Mistress."

With an odd knot in my gut, I eyed them both. The sudden anger and confusion I'd felt towards Claire had vanished and was replaced towards something much more pressing. There was something unsettlingly serious in their expressions.

"What-- What's this about?" I asked, my voice uncertain, thousands of terrible possibilities jostling to the forefront in my mind.

"We've talked about it for a month or so, and... well, we've decided to offer you our guest house as a place to live. Only if you'd like it, of course! No pressure." Oliver's usual confidence was obviously faltering as he spoke, his words tumbling over each other in a way which was not at all natural to him.

I blinked, trying to process the offer. "Your... guest house?" I asked, briefly forgetting my needy impatient pussy.

"We know how much you hate the place you're renting right now," he continued, his voice turning more earnest. "Plus, the commute from here to your work would be way shorter. It's fully furnished, with a kitchen, bathroom, everything you'd need."

"I... I mean, well I don't know what to say," I muttered, sinking back onto my heels.

It felt like I was losing control of the situation. I wanted to always be in charge, and I definitely wasn't right now. I didn't like that. But maybe...

Oliver gave me a reassuring smile. "No worries. You don't have to answer right away. Take your time for sure. But just so you know, we wouldn't charge you a thing." He paused, glancing over at Claire. "It was Claire's idea. She wanted to give you a place to stay, so you could, well..." He trailed off, a sly grin slowly returning to his face. "So we wouldn't have to wait so long between.. Sessions." He finished tactfully.

I hesitated, not knowing what to think. In an attempt to determine whether or not they were fucking with me, I looked between them. It didn't help. Oliver must have sensed my bewilderment because he continued with a little of his old confidence returning.

He went on, "And of course, we wouldn't stop you from seeing your other clients," He said, now sounding like he was reciting a carefully practised offer. "Claire would continue to be your... slave, like she wants, and she'd take care of your meals and cleaning, at least as much as you're comfortable with." He trailed off, looking into my eyes to gauge what I would do next.

I stared at him for a solid minute, my mind racing as I tried to comprehend what they was offering.

And then, it finally hit me.

Full force. Like a train.

This wasn't a joke. It wasn't some sick prank.

My hands shook and my pussy clenched as a wave of excitement and adrenaline rushed through my body.

"You're serious." I said slowly, tasting the words on my tongue. I felt caught off guard. I wasn't used to that. "You're actually offering me a place to live... for free? With cleaning? And cooking?"

I could feel the heat in my face, an usual blush glowing through my cheeks. I couldn't stop myself. My hand shot out, moving faster than my brain could keep up with. His cock was still hovering a few inches from my face, but it had shrunk and lost its pride during Oliver's momentarily nervousness. My fingers wrapped around the softened base, give it a few quick strokes to get the blood flowing again.

"And to pay for all that, I'd get to fuck this cock as much as I wanted?" I giggled, biting my lower lip.

Oliver's lips curved into a slow, triumphant smile as my fingers wrapped around his growing length. Claire whimpered beside me, peeking up at me with wide, teary yet excited eyes.

Oliver's smirk deepened as my fingers curled tighter around his cock. "So that's a yes, then?"

I cocked my head and pretended to think about it for a second more, and the corner of my mouth twitched into a grin. Then I let out a quiet breath and gave in.

"Yes!" I said, letting the word hang in the air, my grin widening at the way Oliver's eyes lit up with satisfaction. "Of course."

Claire practically bounced off the bed, still sticky with my cum, her eyes shining with excitement. "Come see your new room, Mistress! You're going to love it!"

I giggled at her enthusiasm, stretching slowly before sliding off the bed. I'd never seen her like this before. She was acting like a teenage school girl, excited to gossip with her friends. Hardly the nearly fifty year old woman I was used to. Her lips were puffy, still slick from all of my spunk that she'd swallowed.

"Who are you, Claire?" I asked her, tilting my head with mock consideration.

Claire's face froze, her whole body reacting like she'd been slapped. "I'm your slut" She swallowed, hesitating, then quickly corrected herself. "No, I'm your slave-- I only want to please you, Mistress."

"Mmm." I released her with a flick of my fingers. "That's the right answer."

Behind me, Oliver let out a deep, exasperated sigh. "You do realize I was supposed to be fucking your throat right now, don't you?"

I turned to him and giggled, watching where he was kneeling on the bed, his cock still hard--throbbing, flushed, completely neglected. Twice now. The poor thing.

"Poor baby," I cooed, crawling over to him. "But I think Oliver Jr here is going to have to wait."

A lighthearted smile crept onto Oliver's face as he breathed through his nostrils. "I have it on the highest authority that he really doesn't want to."

I bent down slightly, letting my breath ghost over the swollen tip. "Well that's just too bad."

His jaw clenched. But I knew he was just as excited as Claire. He was just doing a better job at hiding it.

Claire clapped her hands together eagerly. "Come on, Oliver! She'll suck your cock after we show her the room!"

I laughed and straightened up. "She's right you know," I gave his cock a teasing stroke before turning on my heel and gesturing for Claire to lead the way.

She grabbed my hand--overfamiliar, but I let it slide this time--and practically dragged me down the hall. Oliver followed behind, muttering something under his breath about being tortured in his own home.

We followed the entry hallway until we reached the final doorway. Claire pushed it open to reveal a-- well it was just another hallway, but this one was walled with windows, a perfectly open view of the surrounding lawns. I could see where it ended in another door connecting to a building which was separate from the main home.

I hesitated for a second, unsure if I was comfortable being fully naked virtually outside. But I knew better of it. No one was in the suburbs around here, and even if they were, we were perfectly hidden by some cleverly arranged hedges.

Claire pulled me forward, and soon we'd reached the end of the glass hallway.

"Okay, okay, close your eyes!" Claire demanded, coming to a stop in front of a door.

I arched an eyebrow. "Seriously? What am I, five?"

"Com'n Mistress, Just do it!" she begged, fidgeting with excitement, her breasts jiggling along.

I sighed dramatically but let myself play along, closing my eyes as she shoved the door open and grabbed my wrist to tug me inside.

"Okay--now look!"

I opened my eyes.

Oh.

The room was stunning.

Not in some soft, feminine way--no pink pastel bullshit, no delicate little touches Claire might've thought I'd like. No, this was designed for me. The walls were a deep dark charcoal, with a warm golden lighting that made the entire room glow. The bed-- fuck-- the bed was massive, bigger than a king, with a sleek black wooden frame and plush dark sheets.