Anns Fetish Search Ch 08

I finally returned home to Steve for the final time. He met me at DFW with a huge smile on his face. He wanted to know all the kinky things I had done in Boston, in detail. I explained that I was not going to tell him anything, but instead, I would show him. He seemed very intrigued and drove home quickly. As soon as we arrived at the house, he began to insist that I show him what I had done. He asked me if it was a sexy tattoo or even a piercing. I laughed loudly and told him he was way off the mark. I took his hand in mine and walked him to the bedroom and told him to strip naked. Steve cooed with anticipation.

After he was totally naked, I had him lay down on the bed. I unzipped my luggage and removed some of the toys that Mistress Amy had sold to me, after my session. First, were the arm restraints. I slipped them around his wrist and tied the leads to the bedposts. Steve giggled with excitement. I then did the same with his ankles. Soon, Steve was strapped to our bed like a starfish on a rock. His amazing cock was stiff and pointing straight up, begging for attention.

I then grabbed my luggage and went to the bathroom and shut the door. I stripped down, then pulled a tight leather corset from my back and put it on. Next came a pair of pleather leggings that fit me like a second skin. I made my way into the closet and found my 5-inch black leather lace up thigh high boots and slipped them on. I looked into the mirror. I looked hot, sexy, and ready to enlighten my waiting slave. I then picked up a small cloth bag with my implements of enlightenment and headed to the bedroom. As I came out of the bathroom, Steve turned to look at me. He let out a "holy fuck, you look hot" comment.

I said nothing. I opened my enlightenment bag. Out came a ball gag. Steve dutifully opened his mouth and accepted that, whatever was about to happen, he would be gagged and mute. I then pulled out a leather hood and pulled it down over his head, totally placing him in the dark. Steve squirmed a bit and moaned softly.

I then told Steve that he was about to be sexually enlightened. I pulled a crop from my bag and rubbed it across his gagged lips as they protruded from the mask. He moaned. The crop lightly traced down his neck and across his chest. The tip circled his nipples. They both responded but getting hard. The crop made its way down to his groin. I lightly ran it between his legs, then across his balls, then up his shaft. The tip of the crop circled the head of his cock, giving soft and gentle stimulation. Steve's hips pushed up as if to demand more stimulation.

Steve's gorgeous cock was at full extension. I took a vibrating sleeve from my bag and slid it over the tip of his cock and turned it on. Steve moaned in delight and shifted his hips in a futile effort to penetrate the sleeve any deeper. I slowly slid it up and down for about a minute, until I could see he was enjoying it. Then, I removed it. Steve let out a deep moan. SMACK! I slapped his cock hard with the crop. A muffled scream come from his writhing body. To my surprise, his cock seemed to get even harder with my first attack.

I moved back up to his head and rubbed the crop on his quivering lips. Slowly my crop retraced its path across his body. Steve moaned softly at my gentle touch. Soon the vibrating sleeve slid down his shaft. I bumped up the vibration up one notch. Steve's hips wiggled as he tried in vane to pump his shaft into the sleeve. This time, I removed it at 45 seconds. Smack! The room filled with Steve's muffled cries. His body squirmed.

Within seconds I began again. I rubbed the crop against his quivering lips, then down his now sweat covered body. My tool traced a path exactly as before, until the sleeve once again wrapped around his rock-hard cock. This time, I bumped the vibration up another notch. Steve wiggled and tried his hardest to shove his shaft deep to get maximum pleasure. However, 30 seconds was all he would receive before, SMACK!

Steve's whole body was covered in sweat and I could see his muscles were taut. I could see every vein pulsing in his arms and legs. His cock pulsed with every heartbeat. I began my path again at his lips. Steve squealed from behind his hood, as if he were sure that this torture would never stop. As I reached his groin, I turned on the sleeve to maximum but gave him only 15 seconds before he got his SMACK!

I took my crop and rubbed it across his fully retracted and hard balls. Slowly I began to tap them. Each tap harder than the first. Without warning, Steve's body stiffened. His back arched forward. His legs pulled together as much as the restraints would allow. Steve's body began to convulse and shake as though he was having a seizure. A guttural, muffled scream came from behind the mask shortly before a huge stream of hot cum fired from his cock like a bullet. The first shot flew straight up and splatted across the length of his body. Seven or eight more, equally strong shots, painted his sweaty body and the bed with a sticky white glaze. His body never stopped shaking and convulsing. It was as if he was being electrocuted. A constant muffled howl filled the room.

I grabbed his leg and wrist restraints and unlocked them. Steve sprung to his feet immediately and literally ran around the room, flailing at his still oozing cock. Soon he was jumping on his tippy toes and bent over, with both hands on his genitals. He dropped to the floor and curled up in the fetal position. It was an amazing sight. He still had the hood and gag on but was only focused on what had happened between his legs. I let him gather himself on the floor. I watched as his body jumped and shook as if he was getting little shocks. I smiled broadly as I knew exactly what he was feeling. Mistress Amy had taken me to the same, amazing place.

While Steve laid on the floor, I reached down and removed his hood and gag. Steve grabbed my ankles and pulled his body tight to my boots. He whispered thank you, then let out a "holy fuck". Seconds later Steve was kissing my boots and whispering thank you over and over, as if he were in total submission to his mistress. I let this go on for a few minutes, then invited him back into our bed. Steve grabbed me and spooned me tightly. I could feel his body continue to receive small shocks that caused him to twitch.

After a while, I asked him if he enjoyed himself. Steve said that at first it was sexy, then came the smack. Then it was just pain. However, with each session, the anticipation began to take over and his mind totally focused on trying to cum before the next smack of the crop. The fact that I shortened each vibration period only compounded the situation. Steve said that when he finally felt me tapping his balls, all he could think was that if he did not cum immediately, I was going to smack his balls. He said that it was that point where he felt his body take over from his mind and the orgasm just began. He told me it was the first time where he felt that he had no control over his orgasm, his body had taken over and caused a total release of his balls. It was liberating and totally unexpected. Steve said it was the most amazing sexual experience of his life, he now understood sexual enlightenment.

Over the next few hours, I told Steve about my trip to Boston and my adventures with Mistress Amy. He asked me if I would do it to him again soon. I laughed and told him, I completely understood, that I had seen Mistress Amy three more times before I left. Each time, I was more enlightened than the previous. I warned Steve that I now controlled his cock and that only I could guide him to his sexual enlightenment. Steve responded with, "I want that more than you know."