I nodded, keeping my eyes down. "Tonight, as a reward for all these grand months of servitude, I shall be serving you." She took me by the hand and pulled me up, being nice, for now. She led me to her bedroom, dark except for one lamp, just bright enough to see the outlines of things. She turned, looked me in the eye, grabbed my neck, and pulled me in for a kiss. Moving her hand up, she pulled my hair, forced my head back, and deepened the kiss, fully in control. Her other hand snaked down my body, raking my sides, quickly grabbing my butt before she grabbed the toy, forcing it deeper inside me. I gasped uncontrollably, pulling away from the kiss, and she chuckled, always amused by my body's natural reactions.
She placed her hand in the small of my back, pushed me forward until I fell face first onto her plush, queen bed. I saw her shadow move towards the drawer of fun, taking a few things from its depths. She walked up behind me, her legs on either side of my butt. She slid a blindfold over my eyes, blocking out what little light the room contained. She tapped the side of my face, and I open my mouth to my queue. She placed a rubber gag ball between my teeth, attaching the straps behind my head, then leading another strap down to my hands, she took them and put them in handcuffs that were attached to the same device, making it so that every movement of my hands would force my head back.
She put her hands on both of my hips, and I wiggled the best I could to help her roll me over onto my back and freshly bound hands. She stepped away, and I hear the clink of a glass. I feel her lean over me, her lips attach to my nipples, and I shiver, arching my back when the ice hidden in her mouth touched the tender skin. I could feel my penis rising, I tried to think about something else, anything to make this experience last longer, but it is so incredible hard. Her mouth snaked down, the ice raising goose bumps where ever it touched. She pulled the pink thong off over my feet, casting it aside. Her mouth was still cold as she took my penis into her mouth, the sensation was almost unbearable.
"Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum," I repeated over and over in my head.
She removed her mouth, stepping back. She approached again, her hand resting on the plug still sitting in my rectum. She started to pull, slowing convincing my ass to give up its prize. It came out with an embarrassing popping sound. I heard it thud as it hit the floor, casting them aside as easily as she had the panties. Mistress throwing it aside. The tip of something foreign touched my entrance. She slowly started pushing forward, getting over the large bump at the end and hitting the smooth, fake shaft. She pushed until the front of her legs touched my inner thighs, the strap-on fully inserted. It felt like it must be at least seven inches long, and incredible thick. I remember almost being impressed at myself for my ability to take so much. She slowly drew back out, all the lube she had applied making is smooth going. She slammed back into me, I threw my head back, panting uncontrollable. Pain and pleasure. That's the only thing I could concentrate on, pain and pleasure.
She started a rhythm, in and out, slow then fast, touching my prostate every time, keeping me on the very edge. I was breathing hard, ball gag making it even more difficult, when she finally stayed at a steady, fast pace. She leaned forward, jerking my dick while she pumped into me as fast as she could. I couldn't take it anymore. I gave into my body.
My cum shot forcefully out of my throbbing dick, getting everywhere as she slowed her pace to almost nothing. As I finished, she pushed into me hard, hitting that sweet spot one last time. She collapsed against me, removed my gag, and kissed me softly.
"Thank you Mistress," I whispered, breathing hard as I laid my head on her soft breast.
