After
ushering him into her office just off Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood, Mistress
Sonya watched as he placed the expected tribute on the table just to the left
of the door. She knew the envelope
contained five one-hundred dollar bills.
She moved her dark brown hair over her shoulder. It was long enough to reach her shoulder
blades.
He assumed
his submissive position by placing his hands behind his back and spreading his
legs. Chet Langdon was a regular
twice-a-month client. He needed the
power exchange that happened between them.
He needed to let go of the burdens of running a successful business and
let someone take complete charge of him.
It was so therapeutic. He had no
problem paying for such therapy. He
lowered his eyes to her black patent leather heels.
She walked
behind her desk. Her long black leather
skirt rustled as she did. The long slit
revealed long legs encased in black stockings.
Looking at him with her intense brown eyes, she made him wait until she summoned
him to serve her. Making him wait – chomping
at the bit – to feel her dominance was always a joy to her as she felt his
impatience and need. Tonight, she was
prepared to push him, expand his horizons of what it meant to fully surrender
to her. She rightly sensed he was ready
and his need was great. "You have
on too many clothes," she said breaking the silence.
"Yes,
Mistress."
She
watched as he removed his clothing and carefully placed them on the chair in
front of her desk. She admired his firm
body. Her eyes widened slightly as he
removed his briefs. She had to admit he
had an awesome cock. Seeing his penis
was slightly erect, she confirmed he would be receptive to satisfying her
needs. She smiled. "On your knees." She pointed to the floor in front of her.
"Yes,
Mistress." He moved around the desk
so he could kneel at her feet. He looked
at the cleavage created by her black leather and studded corset as he knelt.
"Kiss
the toes of my heels." She smiled
as he leaned over in obedience. "Clean
them with your tongue."
He eagerly
did her bidding. He needed her and what
she could give him so much.
She let
him thoroughly clean her heels. "Stop." She sat and crossed her legs. "Suck on the heel, my pet," she
ordered and raised her foot.
He took
the heel into his mouth and sucked on it.
He licked it. He showed in no
uncertain terms he was ready to serve her.
She was
pleased with his efforts. "Kiss my
legs below my knees," she said.
Uncrossing her legs, she placed her feet on the floor and slightly
spread her knees. "I like how that
feels," she told him as he slowly and deliberately showered her legs with
gentle kisses. She enjoyed the moment
for longer than normal. She sensed his
growing impatience to move on, to get more of what he needed from her. She made him wait a little longer.
He was
perhaps one of her most handsome clients.
His black hair was thick and luxuriant.
His steel blue eyes easily revealed his moods – joy, fear, horniness and
right now his impatience. He was nearly
six feet tall and well proportioned. She
thought the birthmark on his inner right thigh just below the level of his
scrotum was sexy. He was fond of
bondage, nipple torture and cbt. His pain tolerance had increased over time
and that gave her added joy and opportunity to express her dominant and at
times very sadistic needs.
As he
moved up her legs, she opened a desk drawer and removed a pair of black leather
wrist restraints and a pair of black leather ankle restraints. "Put these on," she ordered.
He took
the items and under her supervision, he put them on. He drew in a deep breath when she locked them
in place with small brass padlocks. He
loved the sensation of control and submission that wearing them gave him. He was very happy she had locked them in
placed tonight.
She felt an
erotic surge as each padlock snapped shut. "I
have a very special evening planned for you, my pet," she said stroking
the side of his face.
"You
always do, Mistress."
She
smiled. She leaned forward and softly
kissed his lips. She held her lips
against his to let him feel the intoxication of her sensuality. She licked his lips and made him jump and
moan. She sat back and smiled. She knew she had taken his breath away and
given him a slight hope of enjoying her sexually by the end of the evening. She infrequently allowed him that
privilege. However, she was very adept
at dangling that carrot in front of him.
She knew how to use it to get him and her other clients to go the extra
mile for her. "Turn around. Hands behind you," she ordered. She secured his hands behind him by placing a
larger padlock through the "D" rings of the wrist restraints and
locking them into place.
He lightly
bit his lower lip. He tensed when she
placed the black leather hood over his head and plunged him into darkness. He waited as she adjusted the laces for a
tight but comfortable fit before locking it into place with another
padlock. He felt the familiar tingle in
his penis as she increased his physical bondage. He also felt more burdens of responsibility
dropping from his shoulders. It was
exactly the power exchange he needed.
She sensed
the increase in his submission which gave her what she needed. She gently pulled him back into the vee of
her slightly spread knees. She located
his nipples, kneaded them as she pulled them out from his body.
"Ohh," he breathed as her touch did two things. It made his nipples rock hard, which his
mistress truly appreciated. And it made
him fully embrace his submissive nature, which was something his mistress
appreciated even more.
She felt
his response. Pressing her breasts
against his back, she slowly moved her hand down toward his crotch. When he tensed in anticipation, she
smiled. She finally touched him. "My, you are getting wet, my pet,"
she commented as her soft hand fondled him.
"Ohhhh," he moaned as she smeared precome
over the tip. He pushed back against her
and jutted out his hips.
"You
do need me and what I can give you."
"I
do, Mistress."
"And
you will get everything you need, my pet," she assured him.
"I
know, Mistress."
She had
him stand. Standing herself and taking
him by the arm, she guided him to the dungeon.
She was going to get everything she needed as well.
He felt
the cooler air when he entered the dungeon, heard the door shut. He was where he wanted to be – in her
world. From memory of the dungeon, he
tried to figure where she was taking him.
He knew they were near the center and possibly close to the whipping
post. His other sense felt more alive as
his anticipation increased.
"Ready
to serve me?" she asked as she placed a collar around his neck.
"Yes,
Mistress."
She
snapped two chains hanging from the ceiling to the "D" rings of his
collar. The chains were suspended five
feet apart and thus prevented any lateral movement once they were attached to
the collar. "Spread you legs," she said after kneeling. She attached a three-foot long spreader bar
to his ankles.
In a
strange way, his physical bondage made him feel complete and even loved. Someone cared enough to give him the
attention he craved. He jumped as a
soft, warm hand caressed his penis. "That
feels so good, Mistress."
"I
know." She smiled as he quickly
became hard and began to fuck her hand.
She stopped. She moved her hands
over his breasts until his nipples likewise became erect. She smiled.
She pulled one out and clamped it with a Japanese cloverleaf nipple
clamp.
"Oh,"
he grunted as the tip turned white. "Mmmmm," he groaned as the other one was clamped.
"Thank
me for taking such good care of you."
"Thank
you, Mistress," he grunted when she jerked the chain connecting the
clamps.
"I'll
add some weight later, my pet."
"Yes,
Mistress."
"What
do you need today?" she asked walking around him and moving her soft hand
over his shoulders, over his back, and finally his hard penis.
"I
need to serve you, Mistress."
"True. You always need to serve me. But what do you want … what do you need?"
"I
need to be punished, Mistress."
"Why? Have you been bad, my pet?"
"A
little, Mistress. But I really I need
the pain to make me feel better."
"Hmmmm. I understand
how the pain satisfies some special needs you have deep inside. It makes you feel better because in a way you
feel like you have paid for your mistakes.
But it also makes you feel more alive … more complete, doesn't it?"
she asked giving evidence of the insights she had into his very soul.
"Yes,
Mistress, it does." He didn't
understand how. Maybe it was that he
felt like he had made payment for his mistakes.
He only knew that ever since he started coming to see her and submitting
to her he felt complete and at peace with himself.
"You
need to serve me, don't you?"
"I
do, Mistress. I need you. I need to
serve you," he readily admitted.
"Yes,
you do." She lifted the chain
connecting his nipple clamps. "You
are in luck today. Since I have a need
to give you a lot of pain, we are both going to get what we want. The nipple clamps are only a small down
payment." She tugged on the chain.
"Ow. Thank you, Mistress."
"Are
you ready to serve me, my pet?"
"Yes,
Mistress." He didn't see her evil
smile. If he had, he might not have
answered so quickly.
"Good." She added some weights to the nipple clamps.
"Owww,"
he moaned as the weight pulled his nipples downward. He heard her walk away then come back. He jumped when he felt the cool leather
paddle against his ass.
She tapped
it a few times. She smiled over how he
tensed when she stopped. She drew the
paddle back. Smack! Smack!
She gave him two forceful strikes that moved him forward from their
impact.
"Mmmmm," he groaned.
She moved
the smooth leather paddle over his ass and felt a tingle of anticipation over
satisfying her strong sadistic urges.
She drew the paddle back. Smack!
She hit him hard.
"Ouch!"
he cried out.
"Feeling
better, my pet?"
"Yes,
Mistress."
"Good. So am I," she said indicating their
needs were truly in sync tonight. Smack!
Smack! She made his ass a
deep red as the sound of leather striking flesh filled the dungeon. She thought it was a most exciting
sound. She moved her hand over his ass
and found it had heated up some. "Two
more, my pet."
"Yes,
Mistress." Under the hood, he bit
his lower lip. "Ow!"
"One
more."
"Damn!"
he yelped. "Thank you, Mistress."
"You're
welcome." Moving her hand over his
ass, she examined her work. "Do you
need more?"
"Yes,
Mistress."
"Good. So do I." She walked away and left him standing there
to anticipate what else she had in store for him. She loved a good mind fuck as much as the
next person did. After picking up a
two-inch wide slapper, she slowly walked back to him.
He thought
the sound of her heels on the floor was like a slow and ominous drum beat. He was nervous yet filled with the
anticipation of serving her and her needs.
He jumped when she touched his penis.
"I
want this hard," she said as she stroked his semi-erect penis
"Oh,
Mistress," he breathed. "That
feels so good," he replied as his recent pain made her touch seem so much
more intense.
"It
must. You're responding very nicely."
"I
know, Mistress."
"You're
leaking a lot." She removed some precome from the tip and tasted it. "You taste so sweet today."
"I'd
like you to suck on it, Mistress."
"I
bet you would." She smeared the precome over the tip making him quiver almost
uncontrollably. "But I'm not going
to."
"Please
suck it a little, Mistress," he begged.
"No." She toyed with his glans making the head
swell creating an intense need in him for her to suck his cock.
"Please,
Mistress."
She had
achieved what she wanted – a needy slut, who was now a lot more receptive to
satisfying her needs. "Maybe later,
my pet. But don't get your hopes up,"
she said making it clear she was firmly in control of all he would
experience. She stroked the shaft of his
penis. "That feels so good in my
hand,"
"Tell
me about, Mistress." He moaned in
frustration when she stopped.
She moved
the slapper over the tops and the inner surfaces of his thighs. She noticed him tense when she moved it over
his balls. She smiled in delight. She tapped the more sensitive skin of the
right inner thigh. Smack!
He drew
back in pain. "Mmmmm."
She hit
him again several times in succession.
She knew how much that would sting.
"Ow." He pulled back in pain. "Oh, Mistress," he said when she
softly stroked his hard penis again to keep it hard.
"So
needy." She smacked the inner
surface of the other thigh. She had no
doubt her pussy was wet and the crotch of her black satin panties was drenched
with her juices.
"Ow!"
She took the tip of his penis into her
mouth. "Mmmmm,"
she purred as she enjoyed how he tasted.
"Oh! Yeah!" he moaned over the sudden and
intense switch from pain to pleasure. He
was disappointed that it only last about five seconds.
She loved
torturing him in this way. She delivered
a stinging strike to each thigh before standing up amid his cry of pain. She embraced him letting him feel her breasts
against his chest. She let his leg move
into the slit of her leather skirt. She
made sure he could feel the dampness of her panties on his upper leg.
"Oh,
Mistress." he purred.
"Yes,
I'm quite wet, my pet," she breathed as she subtly worked her pussy
against his leg.
"It
feels like it, Mistress. I'd love to
feel your marvelous pussy on my cock."
"I
know you would. But it's not about what
you would like or want. It all about
what I want and need. Isn't it?" She lightly pulled down on the chain
connecting the nipple clamps.
"It
is, Mistress." He sucked in some
air as the pain level went up.
"And
you really want me to punish you, don't you."
"I
do, Mistress."
"And
I will," she promised. She gripped
his penis. "Maybe a little pleasure
before I continue." She guided it
through the slit of her skirt.
"Oh,
Mistress!" he exclaimed when he felt her wet panties moving over his hard
cock.
"You
are lucky."
"I
am, Mistress. Very lucky." He enjoyed the out-of-this-world sensation of
her slowly moving back and forth on his rigid member.
"Mmmmmm," she purred.
"I'd
like to be inside you, Mistress."
"I'd
like that, too. I'm sure I could get off
very easily," she said giving him some hope.
"I'd
love to serve you in that way, Mistress."
"Of
course, you would." She kept moving
back and forth. She sensed his
increasing need. "Hold still," she ordered when he started to stroke
her.
"Do I
have to, Mistress?"
"Yes. Simply enjoy what I'm doing."
"I
am, Mistress." He held his urge to
fuck her in check. It was a difficult
thing to do. "Ohhhhhh."
"Yes,
you are mine."
"I
am, Mistress."
Reaching
down, she held his penis and in effect took control of it and him. As she held it, she worked her clit on the
tip. "Yeah, that's what I need."
"I need
to be inside of you, Mistress."
"I
can tell." She pulled her panties
aside, guided the tip between her moist lips, and once again used it to
pleasure herself. "You're getting
closer to what you want."
"Please,
let me feel your awesome pussy sliding over my cock."
"You
mean my cock, don't you?"
"Yes. It's your cock."
"It
is. I own it. I own you right now."
"You
do, Mistress. Please put your cock
inside of you."
"No."
"Well
at least cum on just the tip, Mistress.
I love feeling you cum."
"I'm
tempted, my pet. But with you being
excited as you are, I'm afraid you would cum, too. And I don't want that."
"I
won't, Mistress."
"I
can't take the chance," she said maintaining absolute control.
"Ohhhhhh, Mistress," he moaned in frustration when she
stepped back and he felt the coolness of the dungeon air on his wet penis.
"Maybe
I'll have you make me cum later."
"I
hope so, Mistress."
"I
bet you do." She struck the top of
his breasts with the slapper. "Do
you want more weight on the nipple clamps?" she asked after he grunted.
"Yes,
Mistress. I want to please you."
"You
will." She lifted the chain and
added more weight then slowly lowered it.
"Ow,"
he groaned as he felt the increase in tension.
She
pressed his hard cock against his abdomen.
The tip reached his navel. She
tapped his exposed gonads with the slapper several times.
"Ow.
Ouch. Ow," he
groaned. He tensed as the pain flowed to
a point behind his pubic bone.
"You
have progressed nicely in your ability to take more pain," she commented.
"Yes,
Mistress." He clenched his teeth as
the next strike came. The pain was sharp
and deep. "Ouch!"
She
smiled. "Ready to serve me by
proving just how much pain you can take?"
"Yes,
Mistress."
"Good. I'm not going to be easy on you. It's what I need. Apparently, it's what you want."
"I
need it, Mistress."
She
unlocked the padlock and released his wrists.
She lengthened the chains connected to his collar. "I want you on your knees."
He sank to
his knees. He discovered the chains had
been lengthened just enough to allow him to do so.
"Inhale
my scent," she ordered. Opening the
slit in her skirt, she moved close enough so her scent could waft through the
opening in the hood just under his nose.
"You
smell wonderful, Mistress."
"You
are going to eat me after I'm done with you.
Think about how good I'm going to taste."
"I
will, Mistress. You always taste good."
She
smiled. She stepped back having
successfully dangled the carrot of sex literally in front of him. "Hold you penis up for me."
"Yes,
Mistress." He held his partially
erect penis against his abdomen.
She moved
the toe of her shoe over his exposed balls.
She noticed him jump when she did.
"Ready to serve me?"
"Yes,
Mistress."
"After
my day at work, I need a lot of stress relief," she commented as she
continued to massage his balls with the toe of her shoe.
"Yes,
Mistress." Hearing her and the tone
of her voice, he felt fear. He also felt
arousal from her control. He prepared
himself to accept the pain she was going to give. He was unprepared for just how much pain she
would inflict on him.
"I
expect you to take a lot before I will let you satisfy me with your
tongue. Understand?"
"Yes,
Mistress."
She
stepped back and felt an erotic sensation as she prepared to punish him … take
him to a new level of servitude to her.
She could even smell her strong fragrant scent as her pussy became even
wetter. She kicked him in the balls.
"Ouch!
Damn!" he cried out as pain sizzled from his balls
to a point behind his pubic bone like a strike of lightening. He dropped his penis and massaged his balls
in search of some form of relief. He had
never hurt like this before. He groaned.
"You
can take more. I want you to take more,"
she told him. "Lift your penis
again."
"Please,
Mistress, don't do that again," he begged.
"Lift
your penis, worm," she said in an icy tone.
"Yes,
Mistress." Tears were streaming
down as his face over the shock wave of pain.
His heart was beating rapidly. He
jumped when she moved the toe of heel over his tender balls. "Please don't, Mistress," he
begged.
She placed
her heel back on the ground letting the anticipation grow.
"Owwww!" he cried
out when she kicked him again and pain exploded between his legs. "No more. No more, Mistress."
"One
more then you can eat me."
"Please
don't, Mistress."
"I
need more, my pet. Now lift up that
pathetic cock."