This is the second part of this series. It might pay to read part 1 first for the story to make sense. It is up to you.
Enjoy!
She
Led him in a reverse grip back to the front room. "Lie down with your feet against the wall." She raised an eyebrow at his prompt and meek reply "yes mistress." Letting him free from her hand, he complied immediately.
He was almost resigned to his fate without knowing the direction it would take. Desperately wanting to blow his tortured load he had decided that the best course of action of late, was to respond to her the way he expected she would like.
" Good boy" she offered him patronizingly.
He lay on the plush layered rug with the soles of his feet pressed against the wall below the window. He placed his hands by his side and watched the post Friday workplace foot traffic; wander past the window, only feet from his prone, naked body.
" If they only knew" he thought and his cock pulsed at the thought.
Above him, his newly dominating mistress stood in her robe. He felt if she only split her stance slightly more he would be able to glance further up her long white slender legs, past the hanging soft robe, perhaps even to the promised land...
God, what is happening to me, he thought? He was being held there against his will, naked, scared and alone. He was a colossus on the rugby field, feared and admired by many - respected by all. Here he was nothing! In all of this, the tension in his balls grew and his cock continued to pulse in increasing anticipation. This was unlike any experience he had ever had. He lacked control over his situation. He lacked control of any kind...
She stood over him.
Over the time since he had arrived she felt her power over him grow. The thrill of it was immense. She had read of the psychology around dominance and control. She never really considering that she would ever be in a situation to test it out for herself. When David had made his fatal mistake over a fortnight ago, she had nearly rushed into an urgent scheme to exploit him. She was so glad she had pulled back and planned more carefully.
Fortunately she caught herself and had managed to concoct a more deliberate and specific plan, which seemed to be unfolding splendidly.
Noticing the dreamy direction of his eye line up her legs, she smiled.
"Do you like what you see rugby boy?" she asked with a chuckle. She stood over him now, physically dominating his prone form. She briefly placed her foot lightly on his balls – stroking him with her toes to tease him further. The gap in her robe danced but would not part enough to offer him more of a glimpse. She stopped her toe wiggling and stared into his brazen, staring eyes.
Suddenly remembering his subservient position he tried one of his boyish grins, which rarely failed to get him out of trouble with the ladies. Hoping, even in this bizarre situation he found himself, that he might find some favor and perhaps relief or release.
She returned his smile but brushed away the opportunity for his eyes to glimpse her naked parts and in the same movement closing the robe. Reaching into the plush pocket of the brushed cotton material, she removed the blindfold, which was still damp from the shower.
His grin immediately vanished from his face. Unbelievably, he was starting to relax a little and enjoy himself. Part of this was getting a semblance of sense back to make out what was going on. He really wasn't sure what was happening but by playing by the rules imposed had begun to get a sense of safety.
" Hold still" she instructed as she lifted his head slightly and re fitted the blindfold.
Embarrassingly, he heard himself moan slightly as his world once again was plunged into darkness.
"Oh... there there, rugby boy" she offered him in a voice that was both soothing and mocking, somehow all at the same time. "Let me get something to rest your head."
He knew instantly, from the sound of the fabric hitting the floor that she had removed her robe. Once again, they were naked together and he was unable to enjoy any visual pleasures from the body she was exposing. He was left to his imagination which was proving to be a powerful tool. Again he heard himself moan.
She smiled, imagining the torture he must be going through. He must be completely lost she thought as she folded the robe, lifted his head and lowered it gently back down onto it. Her own arousal was through the roof. Her juices had gathered and were starting to leave a damp oily area between her thighs.
"Lie very still rugby boy" she instructed him. Careful not to touch him, she lowered herself to the floor. On all fours gently she eased herself until her mound was directly over his face. Her legs split wide and her slender but strong arms easily holding herself in position, It certainly helped at times to be raised in an enthusiastic gymnastics family. More recently she was a keen dancer. Her abilities were good enough to make a good career from the trade but she felt that might kill her passion for the activity so she never pursued it that way. Lithe and flexible she could bend and twist or tumble on cue. Her core was very strong and revealed subtle but obvious abdominal muscles to anyone lucky enough to have that part of her body revealed to them. David was not one of these people.
Only inches above his mouth and nostrils she hovered, her arousal very evident in the air.
He tried to lay still but his imagination was running wild. He knew she was in the immediate proximity.
He could feel her heat.
He could smell her.
She was so close but so out of reach. What was she doing?
God he could smell her juices!. Her pussy was obviously close.
She watched as his cock pulsed in joyous torment. Again taking care not to touch him she held her hair in one hand and leaned in toward him. Her strong body was trembling with the exertion... She got as close as she dared and blew gently on the tip of his cock.
He heard her exhale and felt the deliciously mean breath breeze past his cock and tickle his freshly shaved balls.
"Lie still" she commanded as she released her hair, using the newly free hand to push his raised pelvis back to the ground. Now supporting herself in a kind of "press up" position she was leaning in. The tips of her cascading hair brushed over his cock and balls.
From the direction of her voice and the feel of her hair he could tell where she was and how she must be positioned. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out "oh god."
He felt her lift off him and he lay still...
"I'm sorry, I mean... Um... Oh god mistress?"