I open my eyes but everything in still as black as pitch. I feel a smooth material over my eyes, and adrenaline flooding my veins when I realize my wrists are bound and my arms are pulled tightly to either side of me as if I'm being crucified. My ankles are also bound stretching away from my body at an angle making me vulnerably spread eagle. My scream for help is muted by a gag in my mouth and in an instant of clarity, I become remarkably aware that I am stark naked.
"You're awake. About fucking time. I should have known that a little pussy like you shouldn't get a full dose." It's definitely a woman's voice, yet low and raspy, almost a cross between sultry and bitch.
I defiantly demand answers as to whatever the hell is going on, but my words get trapped behind the ball gag strapped tightly around my head.
"You don't seem happy with your current situation. I find that odd since this is what you wanted at the bar just a few hours ago, only it was me you wanted to tie to the bed. Just a little bit of role reversal."
It all comes into focus, the voice, the shots of Jack, the harmless flirting which spiraled into the gutter. In my drunken ramblings, I told her my darkest fantasies of bondage and sadism with lustful abandon.
The conversation became quite graphic, telling her how I would torture her nipples, push my cock into her throat, and force her to climax before I used my dick and a vibrator to DP her.
Of course, that was all talk. I dated my wife all through high school and college, after which we got married, and have had two wonderful years together. In all that time, I never once cheated on her, and I have no intention of starting now.
I feel movement on the bed, and then hot breath on my cock. I can't see, but I can sense the energy from her body close to mine. Whatever she's thinking isn't going to happen though. She can't force me to get excited.
"I'm Mistress Q, and tonight you belong to me."
I feel her lips wrap slowly and deliberately around my soft cock and she starts to suck seductively. She lets out a soft moan of approval as I stiffen in her mouth. I'm furious at myself for responding, but it's impossible not to.
I've never felt anything like this, and why would I have? I've been with Sarah since the 9
th
grade. She was my first blowjob; actually, she's been my only blowjob, until now. Now that I think about it, she was my only everything, but even on her best day she was nothing like this.
The mistress sucks harder and faster stroking as she goes, with her tongue doing things I can't even figure out. She occasionally stops to bite, but just hard enough to make sure I'm paying attention. Believe me, I'm paying attention.
"You want to cum don't you?"
Shaking my head I try to tell her no. In all honesty, I want to tell her yes. I want to forget I'm married for just one moment.
"What would your wife say if she saw how hard you got for me? Would she be disappointed? Angry or jealous? What would she think when you fill my mouth with cum?"
Sucking and stroking again, picking up right where she left off, I feel myself getting closer. I struggle against my restraints, but that only makes her suck me harder
"You're going to cum. I'm going to make you cum whether you want to or not. I think you want to, because Sarah has no idea how to suck your cock like this."
Mistress Q opens her throat swallowing the entire length of my cock. I moan uncontrollably as she forces me to fuck her throat. Every muscle in my body flexes, my back arcs, I pull against the restraints to no avail and explode in the Mistress's mouth. I've never cum so hard in my life; I've certainly never cum so long. It feels like an endless convulsion of ecstasy washing over my body as waves of cum spill onto her tongue and down her throat.
"Mmmmm, very good. Now it's my turn. I fucking hope you're as good at eating pussy as you say you are, because the consequences will be most unfortunate."
I feel her wrap something around my cock and balls; I have no idea what it could be.
"Maybe I should take your blindfold off so you can see this." The mistress says deviously, and pulls off the blindfold. Looking down I see a nylon strap with a small box, but I have no idea what it is.
"This my little toy. It's a shock collar for training a dog, only in this case, it's to train you." All I can think is, fuck no this isn't happening.
"The good news is as long as you behave I won't have to use this. The bad news is I have to prove to you I'm willing to do this, and I feel it's only fair that you know what your punishment will be."
I struggle trying to say no, trying to break free, and then the mistress presses the button on the remote. Just one short jolt sending electricity through my balls and making the muscles in my legs spasm. She presses it again, this time holding it down. My whole body writhes. I squirm for what seems like an eternity until she releases the button.
"I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy that demonstration. What's going to happen is I'm going to sit on that pretty little face of yours and you're going to eat my pussy. If you stop, I'm going to shock your balls until you comply. Do you understand?"
I can't take my eyes off Mistress Q, feeling torn between lusting for her sexy hot body and the guilt for getting hard again as she removes the ball gag.
Before I can say a word,S she straddles my face practically smothering me with her drenched pussy. My tongue slides into her tight cunt and she grinds her hips forcing my tongue deeper. Desperately wanting to make her cum and avoid getting my balls punished, I focus on her swollen clit, evoking deep moans of approval.
"Take it! Eat my fucking pussy!" she says while squeezing her big round tits and pinching her hard pierced nipples. I can barely breathe as she grinds, only able to take a breath if I match her rhythm. I alternate between fucking her with my tongue and flicking and licking her hard clit. Pushing my guilt aside, I hungrily ravage her pussy trying to lick every drop from her wet lips.
"Suck my clit, do it! Make me fucking cum!" She activates the remote sending a surge to my balls making me scream into her wet pussy. She's excited by my pain and the vibrations of my voice. "Oh yeah, that's what I like! Give me more of that, slave."
She activates it once more. My body writhes underneath her. My pain pleases her, and each moment of agony brings the mistress closer to climax. In a moment of mercy, she releases the button, allowing me to catch my breath.
