Third part of the "Smoking Mistress" series. Story can be read alone but is enhanced if parts 1 & 2 are read first.
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Exhausted and defeated i fell into a troubled sleep, cuffed and blindfolded with my mistress, Christina's filthy panties. In my own apartment she had dominated me by way of suffocation and sexual torment. She had won what she had wanted, my enslavement for the next ten years, in a contract. It had taken just two days to do it.
I woke feeling tense. My wrists were cuffed far too tightly, more than was necessary anyway. They were numb with pain. My legs were now cuffed at the ankles, very tightly too. I moaned in pain and frustration, i winced with regret at my addiction, and what it had led me too. Angrily i thrashed at my restraints, wanting to confront her over her cruelty. I reflected with disgust at myself, that i could never keep up this defence of myself in her presence. Her smug, arrogant smiles and words, along with her slutty dress, riled me but her touch and teasing body, scent, kisses and smoke disarmed me every time. I would start of angry and end up like this, shackled and broken.
The taste of my own cum from earlier lingered, along with her ass and pussy juice that had been filtering into my mouth hours earlier from her panties, making it torturous to swallow. I gulped hard to try clear my dry mouth. I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing i knew i was awake again and my stinky blindfold removed. As i lay there if felt very relaxed suddenly, the sunlight was not an irritant as usual but comforting. I was alone and for the moment in peace, safely away from Christina. I had work but i had woken earlier than usual so i had two hours to get there; although if i was not freed then i wouldn't get there at all. That was up to her, but for the time being i was stuck. My cock hardened as it does in the morning but strained even worse than usual because of the thought of her.
I started to doze again but then the door clicked open and in came Christina, dressed in her typical, sexy smart work attire. I drank in her beauty and instantly became hard, not relaxing anymore. She neared and teasingly put her ass over my raging hard on.
"So close, yet so far." She leaned down and whispered sexily into my ear.
I grunted with frustration as she smirked at my predicament. She could do anything to me and she loved the power. I wasn't so sure that i loved it too.
"Slave, i have a proposal, actually, no an order." She stood powerfully over me. Her smouldering body mesmerising me.
"I would like a job, bossman." She smirked, revelling in the discontent this caused me. I had the power to appoint her but the thought of her being in my work, dominating me as well was just unbearable.
"Thats an order slave, do you accept it? Oh wait, you have to!" She cackled cruelly at me.
"I could make you do all sorts of vile things if they were my orders couldn't i, its so tempting to abuse my power over you, it makes me so horny knowing i control you and own you. It makes my pussy wet knowing that anything i want from you, i can get." As she spoke she leaned in closer to me until she was on top of me with my throbbing cock between her legs, her boobs against my chest and her lips viscously kissing mine. She dug in her nails and moaned with pleasure, power drunk and turned on.
She pulled out of the steamy embrace and produced a spiked chastity belt. She then walked out and came back with a bag of ice cubs that she flung hard at my cock, causing me immense pain. As i screamed in agony she got on the bed next to me and mockingly started to masturbate to my pain, using a slick dildo to get off. The moaned as she fucked her clit furiously, gazing at me the whole time. She snarled with pleasure and squirted all over my pillow, laughing silkily at me as she did so. She cleaned off the dildo in my mouth, then dried in using my hair, laughing mockingly the entire time.
Then she pulled the ice off my shrunken, battered cock and balls and clipped on the spiked chastity belt. I gazed at it in pure horror.
Christina grinned wickedly at it and then laughed cruelly at my face that had terror written all over it.
"There will be many opportunities for this to come off slave. I want to see your devotion, and if you have the balls to take them." Her words cut through me.
"Enjoy." She smirked, undid my cuffs and allowed me to get breakfast. I ate quickly, still reeling from the effects of her dominance and the new chastity device that i predicted to make life a living nightmare. I lined up a job for Christina too. Whatever she worked as now was clearly in an office or something, so at least she would be good at it. My fear was how she would use her presence to further torment me.
As we ate, she acted perfectly normally. No teasing or attempts to torment me, although her scorching looks did that whether she tried or not. I offered her the job of my personal assistant, a role that i had been told to fill in any case. She took it but demanded a quarter of my salary to be transferred to her; the bank couldn't pay her more but i could. I took the hit as her slave, but began to ponder, what would happen if i broke the rules and rebelled against her? She now had the keys to my sexual freedom, but if she got rid of them then my immediate loyalty to her would be gone. Not that i was willing to risk her destroying them. But it did make me think.
The morning went without incident. Christina worked superbly, met everyone and was very amicable. The chemistry between us was great too, cheerful and easy going. It was all grand apart from the spikes digging into my cock if i even got a semi. As the day wore on, i was not getting used to it, it was getting worse and i struggled hard to concentrate on my work. I managed but not without difficulty.
Lunch was especially sore. After we had eaten Christina headed out for a smoke but told me to join her. She acted casually and made no obvious attempt to tease me, but she must have known how turned on i was now getting when she smoked. I had always disliked smoking but her glamour and seductive beauty mixed with it, made me reel. She blew seductive puffs of smoke at me as we talked, making my cock squeeze against the spikes. By the end of her cigarette tears were in my eyes and she was well aware of her effect.
Back in the office, she told me to lock the door for a 'private meeting'. I reached and locked the door, turning to face her only to be pushed hard on to the floor. Christina then pounced on top of me, forcing my face into her crotch, smothering me with her soaking panties. She had stripped off her skirt when i was locking the door. She produced a sort of wire string and started to wrap it around me, my legs were soon paralysed.
Now she ripped off her panties and threw them aside, thrusting her warm, juicy cunt onto my mouth and nose.
