This is a re-telling of the second "meeting" between myself and a Dominatrix named Melanie, and her husband. The story is told as best I can remember it, and paraphrased to the best of my memory. It had been a few weeks since I had last seen her, and this is what happened in the most recent encounter.
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I was sitting down at my computer browsing the Internet when I got an instant message which said, "Are you alone?" A message, from Melanie-- the woman who just a few weeks ago had me dress as a whore, handcuffed me, and then let her husband have his way with me. I stared at the message for a few moments, debated with myself over its intent. She never does anything without intent, and if she was asking me if I was alone, she was asking me for a reason.
"I'm getting bored. You've got ten seconds to respond, are you alone?" came a second message, all wrapped up in Melanie's best threat-- respond to what she wants, or she'll walk out of your life without so much as a good bye.
"Yes, what do you want?" I typed back, daring to be somewhat Dominant. I waited. No response.
A few moments later, I heard the door open to my apartment and I went out into the porch. To my surprise, coming down the stairs was Melanie, followed by her husband. One thing I can say about her, she really knows how to dress to kill. I was staring up at this tall, beautiful Goddess wearing a lovely black skirt, showing off the sheen of her lovely, long, strong legs, ending in a wonderful pair of black leather boots with the most interesting purple heels and laces.
"Strip", she commanded.
Melanie stood up next to me, leaning over me with her obvious height advantage, especially so with her heels, and she flicked me on the tip of my nose with her finger like I was a bad dog and repeated her command, "I said, strip! Now!" She was wasting no time and waiting for nothing. My brain blanked, and I just removed my clothes, as if I were just programmed to listen to her. I didn't think, I didn't even try to think. This woman made her way into my head in a severe way, and she's very difficult to get out, or to even want to get out of my head. I dropped my clothes on the floor, and she kicked them out of the way. She then placed her palm on my chest and pushed me back toward the wall. She grinned at me with a big cheshire cat grin as she watched me looking down over her body. Her soft, hot hand wrapped around my cock which had only taken a matter of seconds to become solid and hard, and started stroking me. I couldn't believe that this incredible hot, incredibly beautiful, untouchable woman was stroking my cock.
"Do you like this," she asked in a teasing voice, stroking my cock with her amazing talent.
"Yes", I replied quietly, looking away, wanting to fall into oblivious physical ecstasy.
"Look at me," Melanie commanded, I felt a slap across the face, and then she flicked me on the nose again. I tried keeping eye contact as much as I could, but she was just making me feel so good that I just wanted to close my eyes and embrace the feeling. She started stroking my cock faster and faster, using her experience to bring me closer and closer to the edge, but being careful to not bring me across the line. "Do you want me to keep going?" she asked, squeezing my cock tightly.
"Yes," I managed to whisper between moans. I risked a glance toward her husband, who had his own cock out and was stroking it as well. I felt another flick in the nose from Melanie, demanding my attention back to her. I looked into her dark eyes, caught in her spell of physical, controlling bliss.
"Do you want to cum," she asked.
I looked at her, almost surprised that she would even let it happen. She gripped my cock tighter and stroked even faster, repeating, "Do you want to cum for me? Do you?"
I nodded, just on the edge of a powerful orgasm, but being kept in check by Melanie's talented rythm.
Melanie looked me directly in the eye and said with a sweet smile, "Say you'll be a little cocksucking whore for me, and then you can cum for me."
I glanced quickly at Melanie's husband whose cock was fully erect, more or less knowing what was going to be happening, and then back to Melanie. I moaned loudly, feeling my cock pulse like crazy. I looked into Melanie's beautiful eyes, "I'll be a little cocksucking whore for you." I came hard. The orgasm was so intense, so powerful, my whole body literally shook. Then, suddenly, with one swift move of her arm, she placed her forearm against my throat and pinned me back against the wall, choking me. I grabbed onto her arm, trying to release myself from her pin, but she is built like a steel trap, and physically powerful, and very strong. Just as I managed to budge her arm, she brought her knee up to my crotch with just enough force, enough to make me gasp for air-- then, quickly, as I was gasping for that breath of air she took her other hand and placed it over my open mouth, dumped the load of cum she caught from me right into my mouth. She kept her hand covering my mouth, making sure every bit of cum in her hand had been deposited, then she wiped her hand off over my face.
