The Mistress caresses your nipples and twists them until they are red and inflamed. 'AAAAHHHH!' You scream while hanging. I stroke your bound and weighted balls. They are big and smooth and hairless, bulging like two fat eggs from between your thighs, tied tight the way I llike them. I whisper to you.
Your latex masked head turns to me. You smile and I lean in and bite your nipples, first the right then the left one, leaving them wet and hard, their length exaggerated by my sucking. I have left a red lipstick ring around them both. I stroke your shoulder and then reach down and fondle your helpless cock, teasing my long nails up and down it.
I kneel, sniff, then lick your cock, up and down its shaft. You groan and throw your head back against the wall you are tied to as I tug on the chains and heavy weights that hang from the thin ropes looped around the base of your swollen testicles. They are long and stretched where agony and ecstasy are so close they could be almost the same thing.
I move higher up the your naked body and...
...I lick the chain that attaches to your cock ring, allowing my saliva to run down the chain to the stretched glans, whereupon I bend lower and lap the spit back up, like a beautiful black cat might, if a cat was capable of being a Dominatrix. You moan, your mouth open in a sort of half-scream. I look up and tug on your ball-bag weights again. 'AAAAHHHHH!' you scream. I smile and reach out and cup your tortured balls, soothing their chaffed agony by spitting on them, massaging it in and handling them gently before suddenly tugging again on the chains. mmmm. The screaming/soothing game goes on for some time before I un-tie you and take off the black hood.
You stand there in front of me, blink, then stare at your beautiful tormentor. I point to the floor and you kneel, head right down, arse uppermost. Whilst you lick and kiss my shiny leather platform-soled boot, I put the other one on your back, looking down on you and occasionally spanking your arse, or thighs, with my thick leather riding crop if you do something I object to.
I find fault quite often...
After the boots have been cleaned with your tongue, I sit in a big throne-like chair and spread my slim thighs, skinning back my slippery brown love lips with both hands.
I find fault quite often...
After the boots have been cleaned with your tongue, I sit in a big throne-like chair and spread my slim thighs, skinning back my slippery brown love lips with both hands. I beckon my naked slave over with my finger. You crawl over and kneel before her. ‘Lick me,’ I say softly, staring at you. You crouch and lap at my cunt as I hold your shoulders in place with my sexy looking black boots. I groan as the pleasure reaches your, stroking your nipples through my tight black latex cat suit, unzipping the bodice and running my fingertips feverishly over them. I rock my hips against your face as I feel my oncoming orgasm.
She’s soon reduced to a quivering jelly by the forceful electric spasm that speeds through every fibre of her being. She screams, pulls the naked man’s brown hair and smacks his face as she orgasms, shouting out the most obscene things; the disgusting vulgar language sexily at odds with her elegant appearance.
'FUCK YEAH! MM...MM...EAT MY CUNT! SUCK MY CUNT! MM...YOU BASTARD, YEAH...SUCK MY CUNT! MM...EAT ME, YOU DIRTY FUCKING SLAVE, EAT ME!'
After her climax, the woman sits up and strokes the naked man’s face before slapping it hard on each cheek. He reels and thanks her and faces her again, the red mark of her flat hand clearly visible on his skin. He’s ruggedly handsome, dark, with a couple of day’s growth of beard, thick eyebrows, dark brown eyes, distinctively full lips and a strong jawline. He might be described as swarthy, Italian, French, or possibly Latino. The woman leans forward and opens the man’s mouth with her fingers and rubs the tips of them on his tongue. He sucks them. She smiles and leans in closer, releasing a globule of silvery spit that hangs from her pursed lips, like a pendant, over her slave’s mouth. She goes lower, the spit touches his tongue and he sucks it in like a hungry dog, real lust in his expression. It’s that over serious slightly ludicrous look that men have when they exceedingly turned on. He has that look.
You know what I mean.
The woman moves in close and her big lips meet yours. We kiss and swill tongues for what seems like eternity, my nails scathe the man’s shoulders and back, leaving little cuts in their wake. I lean out over him and lick the blood off his skin and come back and kiss you, exchanging blood and saliva with you, which you readily swallow in a frenzy of lustful mouth to mouth action.
I get up...
...and stands over him, her boots either side of his ass. He's lying on his belly. Urine suddenly gushes from the woman's hairless cunt, all over the naked man’s bloody back and his recently caned, red-striped, ass. He writhes about under the powerful golden shower, moaning with lust and delighting himself to be so honoured by his Mistress’s favour. She kicks him over onto his back, ceases pissing and crouches, then pees again into his open mouth until it overflows with bubbling amber juice. She pisses her way up and down his body, eventually peeing on his erection, as he plays with it on her command, soon shooting a creamy fountain up into the noisy golden shower raining down on him. 'AAAHHH! AAAHHH!' the man yells, as he ejaculates. The woman smiles as she observes the many streaks of milky semen on his wet undulating belly and she kicks him in the thigh to make her point. He knows what she wants and smooths his fingertips over the pools of ejaculate and licks them clean afterwards. The woman watches and smiles, delighting in his erotic humiliation, directing him with a word here, a gesture there. The slave follows her every command to the letter. He’s safe in his boundaries – set by his Mistress.
She throws him a towel and he wipes the piss and cum off his body as the woman sits and looks on. After he’s done, she points to a bench nearby and he gets up and kneels on it, awaiting further orders. The woman secures his wrists and ankles to the leather clad device. It is brass-studded and looks vaguely medieval. The woman comes up behind him wearing a thick black rubber strap-on phallus.
It’s HUGE!
She smooths lube over the rubber shaft and presses it against the man’s hairless anal opening. He squeals 'AAAHHHHH!' as it goes in and the Mistress smacks his buttocks with her flat hand, very hard. ‘Shut up, you baby!’ she says. He quietens down and she pushes on inside him, ignoring his urgent murmurs of pain. He quivers as the giant black rubber dick enters his rectum. His teeth are clenched and his eyes are closed. In moments, he groans with delight as the strap-on pokes on into his bowels and the Mistress fucks him like a stud would a cute girl. She screws like an expert, her hands gripping his sides, yanking him to her and commenting, ‘I bet you love Mistress fucking your dirty little ass, don’t you?’ The man nods and says he does love it. His face is radiant now. He belongs...belongs to the beautiful dark creature riding his anus so violently.
Not long after...
...the woman screams and has a second climax. The dildo she’s using is a double header and all the pent-up lust in her energetic fucking has been repaid. She pulls out of his ass rubs and falls back into the high-backed chair, groaning and howling her head off, rubbing her clit as if it's an unreachable itch. After she’s calmed down, she goes back and reinserts the dildo for a moment in the man's ass then slops it out of him and shoves it into his mouth, expanding his jaw like a snake’s. He fellates the huge dildo that’s just come from his ass, tasting his delicious degradation... revelling in the divine subservience to this Goddess...his love.
The lights go up.
Waves of applause boom around the Fetish Club stage where the couple take their bows and several encores.
At their hotel in Berlin, later that night, the woman whose name is Joanne and the man whose name is Dan, sat on their bed and talked.
‘Where are we tomorrow, Goddess?’ Dan asked.
‘Paris, Club Noir,’ Joanne said.
‘Oh, good, I always enjoy our nights there,’ he said.
‘Mm, me too,’ Joanne said, taking off her make-up with a cotton pad. ‘You were sublime tonight, darling, I love you so much. You mean everything to me.’
Dan looked up and stroked his wife’s bare shoulders. ‘Shall we, Goddess?’ he asked, looking down at his erection. ‘Yeah, let’s fuck,’ Joanne said, smiling. ‘I need you inside me, you on top. Be the real man only I know you truly are, darling.’
Such is life: a paradox...always.
'FUCK YEAH! MM...MM...EAT MY CUNT! SUCK MY CUNT! MM...YOU BASTARD, YEAH...SUCK MY CUNT! MM...EAT ME, YOU DIRTY FUCKING SLAVE, EAT ME!'
After her climax, the woman sits up and strokes the naked man’s face before slapping it hard on each cheek. He reels and thanks her and faces her again, the red mark of her flat hand clearly visible on his skin. He’s ruggedly handsome, dark, with a couple of day’s growth of beard, thick eyebrows, dark brown eyes, distinctively full lips and a strong jawline. He might be described as swarthy, Italian, French, or possibly Latino. The woman leans forward and opens the man’s mouth with her fingers and rubs the tips of them on his tongue. He sucks them. She smiles and leans in closer, releasing a globule of silvery spit that hangs from her pursed lips, like a pendant, over her slave’s mouth. She goes lower, the spit touches his tongue and he sucks it in like a hungry dog, real lust in his expression. It’s that over serious slightly ludicrous look that men have when they exceedingly turned on. He has that look.
You know what I mean.
The woman moves in close and her big lips meet yours. We kiss and swill tongues for what seems like eternity, my nails scathe the man’s shoulders and back, leaving little cuts in their wake. I lean out over him and lick the blood off his skin and come back and kiss you, exchanging blood and saliva with you, which you readily swallow in a frenzy of lustful mouth to mouth action.
I get up...
...and stands over him, her boots either side of his ass. He's lying on his belly. Urine suddenly gushes from the woman's hairless cunt, all over the naked man’s bloody back and his recently caned, red-striped, ass. He writhes about under the powerful golden shower, moaning with lust and delighting himself to be so honoured by his Mistress’s favour. She kicks him over onto his back, ceases pissing and crouches, then pees again into his open mouth until it overflows with bubbling amber juice. She pisses her way up and down his body, eventually peeing on his erection, as he plays with it on her command, soon shooting a creamy fountain up into the noisy golden shower raining down on him. 'AAAHHH! AAAHHH!' the man yells, as he ejaculates. The woman smiles as she observes the many streaks of milky semen on his wet undulating belly and she kicks him in the thigh to make her point. He knows what she wants and smooths his fingertips over the pools of ejaculate and licks them clean afterwards. The woman watches and smiles, delighting in his erotic humiliation, directing him with a word here, a gesture there. The slave follows her every command to the letter. He’s safe in his boundaries – set by his Mistress.
She throws him a towel and he wipes the piss and cum off his body as the woman sits and looks on. After he’s done, she points to a bench nearby and he gets up and kneels on it, awaiting further orders. The woman secures his wrists and ankles to the leather clad device. It is brass-studded and looks vaguely medieval. The woman comes up behind him wearing a thick black rubber strap-on phallus.
It’s HUGE!
She smooths lube over the rubber shaft and presses it against the man’s hairless anal opening. He squeals 'AAAHHHHH!' as it goes in and the Mistress smacks his buttocks with her flat hand, very hard. ‘Shut up, you baby!’ she says. He quietens down and she pushes on inside him, ignoring his urgent murmurs of pain. He quivers as the giant black rubber dick enters his rectum. His teeth are clenched and his eyes are closed. In moments, he groans with delight as the strap-on pokes on into his bowels and the Mistress fucks him like a stud would a cute girl. She screws like an expert, her hands gripping his sides, yanking him to her and commenting, ‘I bet you love Mistress fucking your dirty little ass, don’t you?’ The man nods and says he does love it. His face is radiant now. He belongs...belongs to the beautiful dark creature riding his anus so violently.
Not long after...
...the woman screams and has a second climax. The dildo she’s using is a double header and all the pent-up lust in her energetic fucking has been repaid. She pulls out of his ass rubs and falls back into the high-backed chair, groaning and howling her head off, rubbing her clit as if it's an unreachable itch. After she’s calmed down, she goes back and reinserts the dildo for a moment in the man's ass then slops it out of him and shoves it into his mouth, expanding his jaw like a snake’s. He fellates the huge dildo that’s just come from his ass, tasting his delicious degradation... revelling in the divine subservience to this Goddess...his love.The lights go up.
Waves of applause boom around the Fetish Club stage where the couple take their bows and several encores.
At their hotel in Berlin, later that night, the woman whose name is Joanne and the man whose name is Dan, sat on their bed and talked.
‘Where are we tomorrow, Goddess?’ Dan asked.
‘Paris, Club Noir,’ Joanne said.
‘Oh, good, I always enjoy our nights there,’ he said.
‘Mm, me too,’ Joanne said, taking off her make-up with a cotton pad. ‘You were sublime tonight, darling, I love you so much. You mean everything to me.’
Dan looked up and stroked his wife’s bare shoulders. ‘Shall we, Goddess?’ he asked, looking down at his erection. ‘Yeah, let’s fuck,’ Joanne said, smiling. ‘I need you inside me, you on top. Be the real man only I know you truly are, darling.’
Such is life: a paradox...always.
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