I love to play with limits, the exquisite balance between fantasy and reality. I also love taking complete control.
It was a Saturday night and I wanted to introduce a long time friend to a local band who was playing at a bar in town. I also wanted to introduce her to my slave.
Mia and I met in tenth grade, and back then had quite the reputation. I, on the other hand, have always been thought of as the good girl. I do enjoy the shock when the chosen few learn otherwise.
I arrived at my slave Thomas's house a half hour before Mia was scheduled to arrive. We were having dinner there before heading to the concert, and I had decided that he would be the opening act.
I approached the front door and knocked, immediately hearing the lock click. I counted to three and then entered. As instructed, he was completely nude and on his knees in the foyer. I stepped toward him and pulled his head forward, allowing his face to rest against the space between my thighs. I was aroused and wanted him to smell the sweet scent.
"Come," I said, walking past him, through the kitchen and into the living room, my high heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
He was a good slave, and had his paddle laid out for me. He'd taken it, some years back, from a golf tournament, never imagining how it would eventually be used. The paddle was a solid piece of wood, roughly two feet long and half an inch thick. Ironically, and to my great pleasure, it happened to have a large word painted on it: HUSH
I pulled my skirt up and sat down on his brown leather sofa, legs spread apart. "Are you thirsty?" I asked.
"Yes Mistress," he replied.
He sat on the floor between my legs and looked at my smooth wet pussy. Thomas loved to service me with his mouth. He loved to make me cum and would lick and suck me expertly, and when I came he drank the juices that squirted out like a man finding water in a desert.
"Now we need to get you prepared," I said, picking up the paddle.
Knowing what that meant, he bent over the arm of the sofa. I began to tap his ass with the paddle. Softly at first, creating a nice pink hue on his skin. Once he was warmed up I began striking harder. He moaned and writhed as his lovely ass grew bright red and I could feel the heat emanating off him. His cock bounced with each strike of the heavy paddle and he had started to sweat.
I continued to punish his ass, pausing occasionally to stroke his cock or tug his balls.
"Please Mistress, let me cum," he begged. "I'll do anything you want," he implored.
I knew he was aching for release. He wanted to feel my lips wrap around his cock, my tongue lick him softly, he longed to bury himself deep inside my warm wet pussy. But we both knew that was not going to be allowed. Not yet.
