Mistress Brandi's XXX Diary

Hello....like some or all of you, I am one of the Mistress' devoted fuck slaves. However, I believe I differ from most in the sense that I probably have a rather different relationship with her than most of you do.

I am into very aggressive sex...the harder Mistress fucks me, the better it is. There are no boundaries except perhaps for a few we haven't crossed yet.

One afternoon not too long ago, I was summoned to her residence for a session. I arrived a bit early but I think she had almost planned for that to happen. When I entered the house, I could hear her clearly in the throws of sexual pleasure. Without hesitation, I walked into the room she was in and saw her double fucking her delicious ass and pussy holes with huge dildos.

The one in her ass was the very same giant black cock she normally butt-fucks me with.... a huge turn on for me since I'll most likely get to lick all her ass juices off of it later.

At the same time, she seemed to be pounding her pussy with what looked almost like a police night stick, in actuality twelve inches of thick black cock attached to a handle for better flexibility. She had on a lacy black bra but her huge breasts were exposed to reveal pierced and very erect nipples, all of which bounced wildly as she continued the solo fuck event.

Somehow we made eye contact and she gave me a signal that it was ok to join her on the huge leather couch and participate if I wished. Being both observant and obedient, I did in fact join her and started to lick and kiss one of her thigh high cum fuck me boots, slowly working my way towards her pussy so that I could perhaps lick her clit as the fucking continued.

It only took a few tongue strokes and kisses for her to explode pussy juice all over my face and chest as she was more than ready to cum by then. She then popped the strapon out of her ass so that I might clean that off too with my tongue. She was gracious enough to wear it so that I could suck her cock properly and so that she might fuck my man whore mouth as well.

There is much more to tell, but I need to attend to a few things....by way of preview, lets just say she and a few friends fucked me until I could'nt not walk.

Your devoted fuck bitch............

*I want to begin this entry by saying that I know many of you have missed Me and the stories that I write for your pleasure. I haven't had the time or opportunity to blog since last November. Just a few days after Thanksgiving, My mom had a stroke & although she is much improved now, I have been extremely busy with many details. Thanks to everyone for your thoughts & well wishes! ~I'm back...*

What's about to happen really ought to be a sin...but with everything going on in My life lately, I just haven't had the time to find the right partner for a good tease or cuckold session. So tonight, I am going to indulge Myself while playing out one of My favorite scenarios...ALONE.
I'm setting the scene as usual, candles lit, lights dimmed, soft music playing, and lots of deliciously scented bubbles in the tub. Then as I walk into the bathroom, I pretend he is there watching Me. Because we all know how exciting it is to be watched; that voyeuristic spirit emerging and bringing out the illicit feelings. I slowly untie the sash on My robe, shrugging it off My shoulders and letting it slide to the floor. After I unsnap the garter from My right leg, I place My foot on the counter to slowly slide the stocking off. The striptease would be even more effective if he were actually sitting in that chair so that I could put My left foot on his bulging crotch and make him take off the other stocking. But I am sure it doesn't lose any allure with Me doing it alone for My own benefit. Next comes the sexy demi bra. I slowly run My hands up & over My ribcage, up to my breasts and rub My fingertips lightly along the edges of the lace, across the tops of my tits, torturing my already distended nipples before reaching back to unhook the bra. Now all that's left is that little strip of lace covering My sweet spot. I hook my fingers in the strings and slide the panties down slowly. As it catches on the toes of My right foot, I kick them toward the chair so that he'd be able to sniff that wild sex scent that he loves.
Now that the stripping portion of the tease is complete, I step into the tub and sink down below the surface, moaning with pleasure as the water ripples over My body and up, over My breasts. It feels so good that I have to rock My hips a couple of times just to create another wave. If he were here tonight, I would give him permission to stand up now; so that he could watch Me through the top of the bubbles (and also so that I could have a better view of him stroking for Me, lol). I sink a little further under the water and put My feet on the sides of the tub...as if I were about to shave My legs. With one hand I stroke upward, squeezing my nipples and rubbing my breasts. The other hand lazily strokes down to my thighs. He always watches so intently that he barely notices My near distraction watching him fondle his balls and stroke so slowly. My right hand slides right over My slit and just past the fold to My waiting clit. As I rub My fingers over the swelling bud, I just have to throw back My head and close My eyes...it feels soooooo good. Now My left hand unconsciously joins in the main event and more water sloshes as I arch My hips when that first finger enters My honey hole and I let out a sigh that ends on a moan. It's almost like a well orchestrated symphony as My fingers work in tandem causing a slight shudder when I slip another finger in. I'm sure My eyes are a bit glazed over as I open them to look to where he would be standing, jerking off for Me. I long for the audience, but My disappointment does not cause Me to break the rhythm of My stroking & undulating. My fingers are starting to become frenzied and My whimpers have reached the crescendo of cries & moans...My climax is here. As my toes curl and clench the sides of the bathtub, I practically shout "ohmifuckingod" as My body tenses, then trembles. Now I can relax and just let the sex endorphins wash over Me along with the last of the bubbles.
If he were here, I might make him kneel there beside Me and suck him off. But, alas, I am all alone & it's such...
A Sin!

He sat at his desk trying in vain to complete the research he was working on. But these distracting thoughts kept running rampant in his mind...SHE was working on him again. That wicked vixen who seemed never far from his musings. Lately, all he could think about was the last time they made love. Because that's what it was, making love. When he closes his eyes, he can not only see, in his mind's eye, the way She looked then, but he can still imagine the scent of coconuts from the body cream She wore. As he drifted farther away from his work and deeper into his imaginings, a fantasy started to unfold and he began touching himself as he pictured a different scenario from the one that actually took place...
:..He hungered for her. He had such pent up desire that every time she crossed his mind today, he felt his cock begin to twitch. It was a powerful and empowering urge. He just HAD to have her...to take her. So he was waiting & listening for the sound of her car as she pulled into the garage after arriving home from shopping. When she walked in the door, he was standing right there and he took her bags & tossed them on the table as he pushed her up against the door. She gasped with surprise, but he cut off her protests with a hard, long kiss as he pressed his body against hers. The fingers of his left hand were tangled tightly in her hair. With his right hand, he reached down and stroked the up & down her thigh and ran his fingertips under the tops of her stockings. She was beginning to moan against his mouth when he turned her head to the side and began licking and sucking on her neck...just behind her ear, down the column of her throat, against the pulse there. Her breathing started to get jagged, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her as the right hand moved upward and brushed against her panties. He felt that moist spot there & knew that he had gotten to her. He took a few moments to tease her by stroking his fingers just under the band & grazing her pussy lips, making her moan even louder. Her moans & panting incited him and he hooked his fingers on the panties and jerked them downward. She gasped again and then nearly groaned with pleasure as he thrust two fingers into her wetness and pushed them in & out. God he was crazed with lust & just wanted to fuck her right then! But first, he had to see more of her. So he pulled back a short step & used his left hand to rip open her blouse. She was wearing a skimpy lace number in the same dark green as the panties now resting around her knees. He could see her hard nipples pushing through the lace as he roughly grabbed one breast & kneaded it in his hand. She was beginning to writhe against him now...her reactions driving him crazy. She protested when he removed his fingers to open his fly. And then he yanked her skirt up and lifted her hips to impale her on his raging hard on. She was always so invitingly wet & the hot, tight wetness nearly made him lose it right then. He whispered incoherently as he banged her right up against the door, all the while thinking "yes...this was just what I needed"...:
he was so intent on his fantasy and the ecstatic feelings he was having from stroking his cock, he never even heard Her walk in. he was startled from his reverie when She slammed the door and he looked up to see Her standing there with a stern look on Her face & hands on hips. She demanded to know what the hell he thought he was doing, touching himself without Her permission. he stammered out some lame reply about a daydream and how he had been fantasizing about Her. She walked over to him with her back turned and her legs slightly spread. Then she bent over & flipped her skirt up so that he had a perfect view of her ass & thin strip of her lace panties. "Is this what you were fantasizing about? Or was it this?", She asked him as She slid the panties aside and exposed Her pussy to him. he was still so insanely horny after Her interruption that he nearly stuck his tongue out to lick her, taste the nectar, but he knew She would really punish him if he fucked up like that. so he just mumbled his assent and gazed at Her sweet pussy. She stood up & ordered him to strip down and lie on the bed. as he obeyed Her command, he wondered what was in store for him. She looked at him as She began slowly unbuttoning Her blouse, teasing him with just the barest glimpse of the tops of those luscious breasts. and when She peeled it off, he was gazing at the same lace bra and hard nipples from his fantasy. then She turned Her back and unhooked the bra. She watched him over Her shoulder as She reached back to unzip the skirt She was wearing. he could feel himself get even harder as she slid it ever so slowly down across her hips, exposing that fine ass of Hers. when She turned around and slid the panties off, he almost shivered with anticipation. then She climbed onto the bed & straddled him, wearing nothing but the stockings and high heeled boots that She favored. he felt almost as if he'd died and gone to heaven as She pushed Her ass onto his face & over his mouth and nose, and began teasing his cock with her cool fingertips. he was nearly intoxicated by the scent of Her...that exotic smelling coconut he remembered so vividly. all the while She was telling him what a bad boy he was for touching without Her. She spent such a long time that day "smothering" him and Queening him. he was "forced" to indulge Her every whim with the ass worship and lick her pussy until she came over & over. he knew that his punishment would be orgasm denial. and She proved him right by bringing him to the edge many times, only to stop!
would the partial fulfillment of his fantasy be enough to "exorcise" the demon of her from his mind? doubtful!
LOL

Mistress Brandi,

I wanted to express to you how thankful I am to you for an amazing session, that has lasted days...You have truly taken control of me beyond my wildest dreams.

I would also like to share my story with your admirers and your future admirers. I have searched for a long time before I found you. I feel so lucky that you have graced me with your presence. It is truly a privilege to be owned by you. For all you guys out there that have thought about being submissive to a true Queen, this is for you. I have spoke with a lot of women concerning Tease and Denial, Sissy Slut training, and Humiliation among other things. Mistress Brandi is a one of a kind. I contacted Mistress Brandi about doing a session of what she does best. I had chatted with Mistress briefly and she told me to go pick up a couple of things like an anal probe and some panties things of that nature. Needless to say I was excited to just go out and get these items. I called her up thinking okay yeah a little tease and denial and then she will let me cum and that would be it. Well was I in for a surprise. She had me all worked up and I had not even done the call. Due to me being a late for my call Mistress Brandi denied me doing a call at that time. She said if I really wanted her and that if I really wanted to submit to her then I would have to be willing to do as she says. She made me put on my nice new panties and take out my new anal probe and edge myself all night on my own with no release. This was incredibly hard for me but I did it and took pictures to prove it. She said if I do that, I could call her the next day and she would allow me the time to do a session. I made it through the night edging myself many many times near orgasm, knowing that whole time that I was not permitted to cum. I knew I would not be able to lie to her and I did not want to face her wrath, so I did as I was told and went to bed in much discomfort longing for that release. I then woke up thinking Mistress Brandi and how I hoped she would let me cum. I called her this time when I was suppose too for our actual session. The build up was killing me. She had me back in my panties and had my anal probe lubed up once again. I was so excited that she was guiding my cock as we spoke. The anal probe was deep in my ass and she had me doing all sorts of different things to bring me to the edge many times again. At first I had a good bit of precum coming out as she worked me over. I kept thinking that she was going to let me finish. Well this is where Mistress Brandi sets herself apart from ALL others. She had me whimpering and whining and begging for release yet it still was not time. She had me do things that got closer to the edge then I have ever come before. I now had a sticky mess in my hand. I told her I think there is actual cum coming out of my cock a little at a time. She said, "Yes Dani it is and you are going to keep doing exactly as I say and You Will Not Cum without permission". I did not think I could take anymore when she kept pushing me and yes more cum oozed out little by little following her commands to a tee. I was not having an orgasm, yet it was the most blissful thing I have ever experienced. Finally I got to the point in which I whimpered out, "Mistress Brandi Please, I will do anything for you." She laughed out loud and she knew she had me and even more so I knew she had me. I was completely at her mercy. I was so flustered I could not say anything coherent. "please let me cum" please make it stop" I did not know what was happening but she did. After my begging and pleading spectacle she said that I could CUM..... I thought YES!!! Well Guys let me tell you I have now experienced a true Minimized Orgasm. If you don't know what that is..... Well you need to call her. But let me tell you after two days worth of build up like that I was expecting a huge load after all The Queen had finally granted me permission, Right? 'Wrong. She knew exactly what she had done. She had milked and drained my balls the whole time and when she let me release I got the Big O but almost no more cum came out of my slut stick at that point and I could hear her laughing on the other end because she knew that she had executed her plan to a tee. MINIMIZED ORGASM. Those words don't even do it justice. Now I sit here hours later and wanting more. Yet I know the price to cum again for Mistress Brandi is going to be high, I will do whatever she asks me to do. Yes it is that good. Quit wasting your time with the rest. I promise she is the best I have ever seen. So guys if you are into giving up the control to a beautiful Queen there is only One that I would truly recommend. I have wasted a lot of time with others that say they can do it but Mistress Brandi is the only one that I have ever found to take me to this point.

Thanks again Mistress and you know I will be calling you again very soon.

Your property,
danigurl

Point of CUMplete submission!
FANTASY? Or REALITY? Slave? Or a FAKER? It’s possible to prove it, when reality hits you. When you don’t cum for Mistress Brandi’s pleasure and do it whenever SHE allows you to, that is a REALITY! When you do everything She tells you to do, that is also a reality. That is exactly where I started off at. Once it was proven that She owns me, that is when I started letting go off any tension and FACE the reality that I’m Mistress Brandi’s bitch. It’s not like I didn’t ADMIT that I was her bitch, it was just that I was afraid to let HER personally know and prove it to her. So, my submission went deeper and deeper as time went by. We both knew that She had me twisted on her pinky, and mind fucked me the way I fantasized her fucking me in the ass, really hard!!! Soon my CB3000 Chastity Belt arrived in the mail. It came in a small beautiful looking box as if some one has wrapped it as a present. In a way, it was my present. For those who do not know what a cb3000 is, search it and order one as soon as possible-because this is what all men should be equipped with. Men should see the world though the walls of the chastity device. No matter what chastity device it is cb3000, steel, plastic, rubber, tape…etc. all men should have it ON! The chastity belt closes 1 door, but opens many more-in the mind! So, the first time I wore my cb3000 I felt like someone just shrunk my (Mistress Brandi’s) cock. It felt like all of a sudden the lights went OFF!!! I was stuck! So the days went slowly by. I got used to the chastity device and got more and more frustrated. The more I kept it on, the more nights I woke up early because of the morning attempt for erection. 2 weeks passed, I was still wearing it, 3 weeks passed, I was still wearing it. I didn’t know what this was, did I want to take it off or show Mistress Brandi that I would go to the farthest extent and push my limits to the EDGE!!! Where I couldn’t take it anymore. By this time, I was on my knees for my Mistress, and ready to bend which ever way She wanted me bent- all in a snap of her fingers. At this point my brain was SOAKED with cum, it was DULL gray as if I was brainwashed and thought only of Mistress Brandi during my days. Even when I discussed about any topic or business I still felt HER! Sitting in the back of my brain, playing with the strings- as if I was Her puppet. I did anything asked by Her. If there was an order by Her, I would fix, break, and create the BEST way to accomplish Her needs. The more I stayed in chastity the more my life changed around, even in the social atmosphere. At first, I started treating girls nicer then I used to, then eventually I treated all women like Queens . Every women seemed beautiful to me in a some way. It was my job to yield to them their way. And by doing so, I found pleasure within. All the energy that used to get off by jerking off everyday now went directly to WOMEN by attention, sweetness, and sacrifice. But, as the old saying goes, “ make your sacrifices worth” definitely applied to me. I would wake up in the morning 2 hours before the alarm clock and see Mistress Brandi, teasing and talking to me. Asking me questions such as “why don’t you cum? Why don’t you just open this cage and throw it away?” I had the keys right there at my desk, I could’ve just unlock my cock and throw it away. But at this point it wasn’t my cock anymore, it was Mistress Brandi’s cock. A theory came to my mind at that time, it goes something like this. “If you want to know if You found your true Mistress just check and verify who’s cock is attached to your body. If the cock is still yours then you have never found your Mistress no matter how many times you would talk with her on the phone or chat on the internet. But if your cock belongs to Mistress Brandi, then at some point in time SHE has placed this cock onto your body,,, and finally you got the chance to find the TRUE owner! Once again that was proven, the cock on my body belongs to Mistress Brandi!!! And I am 1 lucky person that she has placed that cock on to my body once upon a time. Now I can’t hide the reality any more. Now I will go the farthest for her, now I would do anything, for HER pleasure. So Mistress Brandi had to test that. After nearly 4 weeks of denial the day finally came, where it was my turn to cum. The way I felt when I was stroking was better then any other feeling I had. The way I was sitting in the back seat of the car with my head pushed back, eyes closed and making this moaning sound and saying the words “Mistress Brandi, please let me cum! I would do anything for You!” She asked Me, “you would do anything for Me?” and I replied “anything.” She described how in the near future I will fuck myself in the ass for her and beg her LOUDLY to cum and finally SHE gave me the permission to BLOW my sack. There I was dripping in explosive rush. I felt like the luckiest man in the world. But then I heard the words on the other end of the line, “Good boi, now take that cup to your lips and drink it till every drip is gone” I looked at it for a second and heard Mistress Brandi say, “NOW” then I felt the salty cum go down my throat, it was the “Point of CUMplete submission”

Wow, you look frustrated today. Haven't had any in awhile, huh? Kinda sensitive to the touch down there? Maybe even hard as a rock? Mmmm. First... I praise you. Not because you're horny, but because I am. Then I'll give you a big hug, mmmm, running my fingers down your back. Stimulate those juices that were probably already flowing when you walked thru the door. As we hug, my arms run down your back, softly encircling your sexy ass.

Mmmm, is that not arousing? Of course, I apologize for the accidental ass grab. I'll put you down in my nice big chair. Yes, the chair was always good for me when I was... slightly aroused. Now it can be good for you. Lie back, I'll rub those shoulders. Must've been a long day for you. The hardness makes it even longer, doesn't it? Is it the weekend, and you've been thinking about "getting some" all week long? Kneeling in front of you I say... "what is your wish, my lover?"

You start by asking me to pour you a beer. Anything but that, my lover. I want you to get off bigtime. That may slow things down a bit. Maybe later? You slowly nod in agreement. Later. Anything else? Okay. It's warm in here don't you think, or is it just me? So we'll just slip those jeans off that you might be wearing. Oooh, your legs, are sexy... (gasps) and they're hot. My lips turn into a perfect "O" as I notice and think to myself DAMN! He's wearing boxers! Ohhh, that'll make things a bit uneasy for me. Hope he doesn't notice my hands trembling as I stroke ...

Well, now back to you, my lover. You have nice legs. I'll bet the girls tell you that all the time. And know what? Nice legs lead to a nicer ass. Close your eyes. Mmmmmm, does it feel good to have your legs stroked like that? Tell me what you're thinking right now... don't edit. Oh my goodness! As I stroke your thighs, my fingers subconsciously rub up into your boxers, close to your hips. I realize and... back off a little bit. I don't want this rushed. I don't want you opening your eyes anymore, because I saw you peek when I touched your thighs. Here, I want you to wear this blindfold.... there you go.

Can you see anything? Good. Relax. As you sit back, I began to rub your chest. Lets remove that shirt. Arms up... yes, that's it. Ooooh, nice pecs . My fingers gently massage your chest muscles, and nibble at your nipples. Mmmm, they're tight. Does that.... feel good? Your mouth makes a small "o" as I nibble you. Just watching you in that mask is turning me on, but I can't tell you that. My job is to tease you. Before self. I place myself in your lap, barely feeling the hardness between your thighs. I kiss your cheeks, your neck, and brush my lips across yours. It's getting me wet just feeling your lips on mine.

What am I wearing? Why, what I always wear when I do this. That black lace body stocking with nothing on under; we don't want you getting too aroused, too fast, right? I suddenly feel your cock thumping against my thighs. Maybe. Your lips are still a perfect "O". I hear you moan dryly. I close my eyes slowly, wanting to relieve you now.

Okay, okay. I reach between my thighs, and rub your shaft thru the boxers. Mmmmm, there's a little moisture there. Almost as if your cock is crying, lol. I poke my finger thru the slit in your boxers and wipe my finger across your cockhead. You seem to jump. I just wanna taste your precum, ok? Mmmmmm, it's sweet. I think you're ready, huh? As I slide off your lap, it is your fingers that are shaking now. I glance at them, and then at your mask. You can't see me, but I'm smiling. I feel your fingers graze just between my legs. I see you smile as this happens. Hearing you breathe like that... and me wanting you so bad! Ohhhhh, I'm so sorry! I promise I'll be quick, and merciful.

Putting my hands on your thighs again, I move them up into your boxers. I am rubbing your balls, so tight, and then your cock... so hot.

"Ready for release? Say yes, if you are." At this point, you cannot even speak. You nod quickly, breathing heavily. I will assume you are ready. My fingers in your boxers, I grab the waistband, and pull it down, removing them from your body. I hope that is not too cool for you. As I lean up into your lap, your cock stands tall. I blow on it softly. Press my tongue against it, licking and kissing. This is for me as well as you, my lover. Mmmmm! At that point, my lips totally swallow your stiffened tool. I suck with all my strength up and down, my tongue licking and probing your cockhead every few minutes. Mmmmmmm! It's so good! I continue to pull and suck, massaging your balls and stopping to stroke my nails up & down in between as I do. I feel your fingers running thru my hair as your moaning grows louder. My own wetness is already running down my thighs, making them sticky. I continue to suck and fight with your shaft until I hear what I want.... that sound you make that tells me--- you’re getting too close. Mmmm, I love to tease you! So I stop licking & give that hard dick a soft slap. You still have no idea if your orgasm will be ruined or even denied altogether. Now comes the best part. I flick my tongue across the head again & start stroking slow & soft, taking my hand away altogether every five or six strokes. You pant harder with each stroke. God, I just love making you breathe heavy for me. I grab your balls again. They are so full. Now I just wanna stroke you faster & faster until you dangle over the edge again. Only this time I want you hanging on by your fingernails! So close…

As I release your pole, my fingertips drag slowly up. I hear you gasp as I release and look up at your face…tormented, but smiling. I lick my lips in anticipation. Now for the coup de grace…I recline the chair back as far as it can go & remove your blindfold as I slide my dripping cunt over your lips. It’s time for your Queen of Denial to do some queening. This worship makes my week without you worthwhile…sigh. I throw back my head and the real party begins, ahhh!

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I dressed carefully for his arrival. Ever the tease, I sprayed the perfume on all my little hot spots before I slipped the bikini panties over my hips. That lacy bra that he loves so much went on next. My nipples were peeking through the lace and my breasts nearly spilling over the top as I fastened it. Then it was time to smooth the body cream onto my calves & thighs. I want him to feel how silky they are under the fishnet stockings that drive him to distraction. There's something so erotic about sliding the stockings up (or down) my legs. I can feel myself getting a little wet in anticipation of what's to come. I chose the black lace blouse from my closet. It’s one of those tops that's there but might as well not be, if you know what I mean. Normally I'd throw on a pair of tight jeans to further entice him. But tonight is a special kind of punishment for him. He came without permission last weekend. So, this weekend is all about teasing him over & over...and denying him of course! So I opt for the sequined black mini skirt instead. This way he will be tortured with the sight of the lacy tops of my stockings every time I bend over. I brushed through my long straight tresses again and added just a tad bit more lipstick, giving myself a wicked grin before stepping out of the bathroom. This was going to be too much fun! I just love a good tease. I'm sure you all know what comes next. The coup de grace as they say. I leaned over to pull the thigh high stiletto heeled boot up. And as I pulled the right boot on, I had a flashback to the last time I'd worn them. It was New Year's in Toronto. I sat across from him in our hotel room with my tight assed Levi's tucked into these sexy streetwalker boots and I teased him with them...pushing the heel into his bulge, rubbing the sole of the boot all over his crotch. Hahaha. I can still see the look on his face when he realized that I wasn't going to stop. That "ohmigod, she's gonna make me cum in my pants" look. I wonder if that thought will flash through his mind when he walks in to find me wearing them again. As I pass the coat closet and glance at myself in the mirror there, I think to myself "You look like a high priced call girl darling". And tonight I am gonna rock his world like the hottest hooker in Amsterdam. I turn the stereo on as I pass by. Only a few minutes more until he arrives. I know that he'll let himself in with his key, so I just set about lighting all the candles. The mood has been set. My guest of honor; my lover; arrives letting in a gust of snowy breeze. I can hear his gasp as he catches sight of me bent over lighting the candle next to the bed. So I turn around and look at him over my shoulder. "Welcome home baby", I say with a wicked grin. I sashay over to him and tilt my head up for a kiss as I remove his coat. I toss it in the closet then turn to rake the tips of my red fingernails down his chest... I'm tempted to just keep raking down and grab him by the balls to drag him with me to the bedroom. But I'm not impatient. I can wait for things to get rough. I've got some party favors laid out on the bed, and I can see him glancing at them as we get closer. "Oh yeah big boy, those are all for you". I put my hand against his chest to stop him where he stands and then I turn around. I spread my legs a little wider then bend over a little bit so I can wiggle my ass on his crotch...god I love fucking with him like that. He groans a little as I gyrate on him to the beat of the music. I don't wanna get him too excited too quickly. So I straighten up and turn around to take his shirt off so I can rub my hands up & down & play with his nipples. Now it’s time for me to remove his pants. I drop into a squat so that I'm eye level with the snap & zipper. I've thought about sharing my talent of being able to open them with my teeth ~ no hands. But he seems to be mesmerized by the long blood red fingernails tonight. So I just unbutton it with my hands instead. Teasing inside with one finger while I unzip them. "Oh my you've got a big load in there for me baby", I say with a coy look in my eye as I glance up at him and stand up. I instruct him to step out of the pants and go lay on the bed. When he gets comfy, I take the leather wrist restraints and buckle them on him, hooking them together around the rail of the headboard. I thought about blindfolding him like I did a few months back. But part of his torture tonight is making him watch everything he can't touch or have. After I'm certain he's secure, I lean very close to his face so that he can smell that I'm wearing his fave perfume. Then I begin unbuttoning my blouse. I wanna rub my tits in his face and make him want to taste them before I really get started. Once my nipples are nice & hard and my blouse tossed over the chair, I turn my back to him and start sliding my skirt down over my hips. As the bikini comes into view, I can hear his breath catch and he says "oh my, Goddess". When I am standing there in nothing but my boots & underwear, I start to do a slow enticing dance. I want him so hot & bothered, and I can tell I'm getting my wish. Now his mind is awash with thoughts of what happens next...I climb on the bed and straddle his chest with my ass in his face. I can nearly read his thoughts. He wants his hands free so that he can touch it. I can understand his frustration. I wanna touch him too. But I want to see just how close I can bring him to the edge without touching him...just the face sitting for now. As I plant my panty-clad ass on his face, I can feel him inhale deeply. Then it's time to wiggle. I grind my ass all over his face, pressing my ass harder against his mouth & nose. Every few seconds, I rise up a little so he can breathe and I can tell he thinks I'm going to stop. But then I wiggle down again and press even harder. Each time I lift up, I can hear him gasp air. So I ease up and just barely touch his face with the panties and lean forward a While slowly rubbing my fingertips up & down, I tell him to lick my panties. He knows what I mean when I say that too. Not some sloppy stuff. He licks it with reverence...as if he must worship my pussy. I can feel the heat from his tongue getting trapped inside my panties. His underwear are getting tighter & tighter as he responds to my torturous stroking. I slip the boxers down & off. Now I can tease his bare skin with my fingernails. I decide to stroke him with one hand and torment him with the other. So I stand up and light a cigarette blowing the smoke right in his face. He almost smiles, he loves it so much. So I smoke some more of it for him while lifting & dropping his balls with my other hand. He is so hard now and I can see the veins popping out on his penis as it starts to throb. I stab out the remains of the cigarette and begin the game in earnest. Now it's time to take him straight over the edge & back so many times that he nearly cries with frustration. Certainly he will whimper; definitely he will beg. I get situated between his legs and start to play with my tits. I cup them in my hands and tweak my nipples. Then I let them pop out of the bra a little bit and ask him if he wants me to tit fuck his hard cock. He licks his lips and says "oh yes, please". So I dangle my full breasts right over his dick and let my nipple brush the head of it. Then I tell him that it's too bad because he will not be getting tit fucked tonight, LOL. I reach over and grab the warming lube and pour some onto my hands so that they are nice & slippery. Then I take his cock in my right hand and I start to stroke it very slowly. Nice long, deep strokes, twisting my hand as I go up & down. He groans and tells me how much he loves it when I stroke it like that. "I know baby", I say with a little smirk and I decide to step it up a notch while I squeeze his balls. He really nuts up the faster I stroke. I can hear him breathing harder & I know he's getting close when he says "baby...baby!" So I give it a few more strokes and then just pop my hand right off. Time to switch things up a little and remind him why he serves me. I stand up and stretch my arms high above my head as I remove my bra and play with my nipples. Then I strut to the head of the bed and plant my left boot across his throat. I'm not intending to choke him, but I do want to see that second of fear in his eyes as he thinks about his air supply being cut off. I move my foot now so that he can turn his head and lick my boot. When I give the order, he licks obediently, even sucking on the heel as if it were a substitute for the parts of my body that he is dying to touch and lick and suck on. As he worships my boot, I bend over and start stroking his cock again. Just stroking a few times and then popping my hand off over and over. I can hear his sharp intake of breath every time my hand pops off like that. Then I put my boot back on the floor and ask him if he wants a blow job. Of course, he tells me "yes", quite emphatically. So I move back between his legs and bend over very close to his hard cock. He can feel the tips of my hair brushing against his thighs. I keep leaning my mouth closer and my tongue is sticking out. But when my lips get right up to his cock, I pull back & blow on it, laughing loudly. "There's your blow job. You didn't really think I was going to suck it did you?” I ask him with an evil smile. To make a long story short, I will keep teasing him all night long. Even when he begs me NOT to stop, I will stop. And after tonight, I will tease him while he watches hockey, while we are in the shower, while he's sleeping. Every time I see an opportunity over the weekend, he will get teased. I will make his balls swell and his cock leak. He will think at least twice before cumming again without permission.
…to be continued…

My head hurt like I had split it open. Gradually the uncomfortable position of my limbs surfaced from the pounding ocean of my headache. I was spread across a supporting platform, smooth bands at my wrists and ankles held me painfully taught. Steady breathing was the only sound in an otherwise inky, dead space; my breathing. A thin tight band circled my head pressing something soft against my face and eyes, a very professional blindfold.

'Hello?'

My voice didn't echo and no reflection from walls or ceiling lightened the cotton wool oppression. My back was arched, I could feel my bare shoulders against the smooth material covering the support and air against my curving spine; cotton covered pillows or cushions, cool against my skin, pushed my hips away from the resilient flat surface, thighs spread. I felt disturbingly exposed, blind, wide open and helpless. Not a comfortable position for me, I usually had to be in complete control of my situation.

'Hello, can anyone hear me?'

I had been working late Friday night, reading reports ready for a meeting I had called on Monday for my senior team. Even Emma, the accounts clerk who Alex had taken on when he first started his business had gone; I remembered we used to joke that she really lived in the office and didn't actually have a home.

The desk light had cast the rest of the room into shadow, I preferred the concentrated light, it didn't distract me with the pictures and bric a brac with which Alex, my late husband had populated the room; his room for so long and from where I now ran the company he had so recently left me.

Six months of being strong, making decisions and being in control to keep everything on track. Too many people's futures and mine depended on me, it had been difficult.

I suppose I could have taken the reports home but I was going to be busy over the weekend and I needed to be up to speed for next week. It was gone nine when I reached my car in the multi storey park. I was thinking I hadn't finished packing yet and I had to be up early and away, as I fumbled the key from my bag to unlock the BMW.

The black cloth bag was totally dark inside as it slid over my head and the two people holding my arms tightly were very strong. There was no point screaming, at this time of night there was no one to hear, but I could fight.

They must have been expecting my reaction, my jabbing high heels didn't find any insteps and my backward jerking head did not connect with a nose. Instead my arms were pulled together hard, forcing my shoulders back and chest up. My breasts were slapped very hard making my eyes water, no one had ever struck me so before; the shock and pain caused me to gasp and sob.

'Be still and the pain will be a little less, struggle and we will hurt you very badly.'

The man's voice was low, barely whispering in my ear, all the more frightening in its control and offer of only reduced pain. I was bundled away from my car and pushed into what felt like the back of a van, I heard the engine of my Z8 Alpina roar into life behind me. How many of them were there and what did they want with me?

I thought I heard a faint sound in my darkness.

'Who's there?'

I didn't shout out or scream but spoke clearly, trying to impress my abductors with my cool while trying to keep the tremble from my voice.

I heard a click and felt the support beneath my head drop away and my head fell back, down between my shoulders. Two hands grasped my skull, holding it firmly, stretching my throat taught. Something cold and very, very sharp nicked my neck.

'There is a razor at your carotid artery, struggle, bite or resist and it will slit your throat open. We will let you bleed out and then toss your cold dead body into a landfill. Do you understand?' There had to be at least two of them, there were too many hands on me.

'Who are you, why are you doing this? I don't ...'

I stopped as the razor nicked me again, a little deeper this time. Something wet trickled slowly down my cheek towards my eyebrow and I guessed it wasn't sweat.

'You may scream if you wish but do not talk unless invited. Do so again and you will be severely punished.'

As he spoke something metallic was forced into my mouth, clipping behind my teeth it pushed my jaws apart, holding my mouth open unnaturally wide.

The penis was not huge but larger than I was used to and I gagged at first. I tried to breathe around the shaft as it moved in my throat. A cold metallic touch between my thighs refocused my immediate attention. I felt something wet dripped onto me and I couldn't help writhing as strong fingers smeared it over me, briefly dipping inside me to lubricate there.

I felt the cold metal brush along my inner thigh, pausing to coat its tip with gel before being forced into me.

The man thrusting in my throat was getting harder to accommodate, intruding more deeply as he became more excited, stretching my throat, choking me. A hand moved against my thigh and I felt a soft click as the impaling dildo was switched on. The vibrations shuddered through my belly as my throat was stretched to its limit.

My head was gripped tighter, pulling my face hard against the unseen curling hair at the base of a belly. A whiff of sweat and after shave filled my nostrils as I felt a spasm at the base of his organ with the tip of my nose. The sensation shuddered along the length of him and my throat was flooded with a gush of hot semen. It oozed back around the still thrusting shaft, out of my mouth and down my face, threatening to block my nose. He withdrew from me and raised my head on the hinged platform. I had no choice, either swallow down his seed or choke.

I forced against the buzzing metal in my belly with internal pelvic muscles I had worked hard on over years in the gym. The reward for my efforts, other than admiring looks from men and some women, a rich dead husband twenty five years my senior, was to feel and hear the steel vibrator slide out of me with a squishing sound and then fall clattering and buzzing to the floor. I realized I must be on some sort of examination table, a bed would have caught the toy as it left me.

A disturbance in the air above my upward thrust pelvis preceded the lash of a leather flail across my abdomen and thighs. The pain was sharp and particular where the hard tips of the lash struck against my inner thighs and pubis. I screamed in shock and anger, how dare anyone subject me to this!

'You were told that if you struggled you would be hurt.'

A different voice was speaking, a woman! There were at least four people involved. Who were they and what had I done to deserve this terrible treatment? The vibrator was pushed in to me again and the lash struck many more times on my belly, thighs and breasts until I was sobbing and screaming for them to stop.

The whip was eventually replaced by probing, gripping fingers removing the vibrator to replace it with what felt like a steel speculum stretching and opening me. It seemed as though there were many people passing through my space. Fingers and hands touched, stroked as well as probed into every part of me, pinching, tugging and stroking me. Some dipped into me and thus lubricated forced themselves in my anus before pinching my nipples and slipping between my stretched lips to be licked clean. At one point my toes were being sucked and licked while another hot breathed mouth was busy between my thighs.

The pain was mixed with agonizing sensuality and pleasure tempered with anger and fear. I came hard and very wet, the first time with another's hands on me since Alex had left me. I cried with sorrow and loss as well as shame and relief.

I was in a sensual haze, a continuous heat and pressure in my belly was interspersed with writhing peaks of orgasm and release. A hissing, thumping machine was wheeled between my legs, abusing me with a truly huge dildo. I alternated between bored discomfort and wild twisting orgasm, losing track of time completely.

More strangers came to make use of me. Some men, I couldn't work out how many, arrived together and took me turn about, thrusting separately into both my entries, each following on to slide about in the other's sloppy semen and my sticky juices. Then, just as quickly they left me, their sperm spattered over my face and torso, dripping freely from within me, splashing wetly in thick drops onto the uncovered floor.

A whispering woman came and painfully clamped my nipples and the tip of my clitoris. As I cried out she quietly hissed in my ear, her voice vaguely familiar.

'You fucking bitch, how do you like it now, I've got your tits in a vice and your clit wired to the juice; beg me and I might not throw the switch.'

My mouth was still clamped open and I could only make gargling noises.

'Not good enough cow, you're fried.' I couldn't identify her voice in the whisper and I searched my memory for who I could have angered so much. I didn't have much time as she stepped away from me and I screamed, arched and thrashed against my bonds, the electricity sparking through my sensitive flesh like red hot needles. I needed to urinate suddenly and said so between the screams.

'Go ahead dirty whore, piss yourself.'

She must have turned the frequency of the shocks up because I was shuddering as the current throbbed through my clitoris. I desperately tried to hold out but the juddering shocks were too much and my bladder cut loose, drenching my thighs, the flood splashing loudly over the support and onto the floor.

'Stinking filthy slut, you will be sorry you were born when we have finished with you.'

A leather flail struck my chest as she finished speaking, the flat thongs biting my engorged nipples, sending equally electric shocks to my belly. It must have been the flail handle that I felt next as an unseen fist pushed something hard and round firmly into me as far as it would go. The butt was some sort of smooth hard bulb, like a pool ball that stretched me as it slid along me. The ecstatic pain of the sensation pushed me over and I came in a wet gush that made the handles movements easier within me.

'You whore, you will fuck anything and anyone, take anything you want for your pleasure, I should be killing you not make you come.'

I thought I heard a struggle and low voices but the throbbing electricity and the handle, unmoving inside me brought forth many more orgasms until I must have blacked out.

Later, I became aware of being touched gently, stroked and smoothed. Warm fluid was being sponged over me, a soft sponge or cloth was washing me clean of the stale sweat, sperm and dried secretions that tightened my skin in places. The hands were big and strong but very gentle. It felt as though I were a delicate porcelain figurine being cleaned by a besotted collector. Whoever they were remained totally silent as they carefully dried me with a soft warm towel. They came to my head and I felt their fingers in my mouth removing the steel brace and freeing up my aching jaws. I tried to speak but my throat was dry and all I could do was croak.

A straw was at my lips and I greedily sucked at the sweet fruit juice, replenishing my fluids and soothing my still sore throat, washing away the taste of the men who had roughly used it.

'Thank you.' I said, but my angel stayed silent.

The strong hands returned; wet with what felt like warm oil and started at my feet, treating my every aching and knotted muscle all along the way to my neck. It was absolutely the best massage I have ever had and I felt relaxed warm and comfortable for the first time since I had been taken.

The hands returned to my breasts and gently eased and squeezed them until my breath was harder as were my nipples. A soft warm mouth sucked and licked at them both in turn, I was unable to keep silent and moaned in response as the mouth walked down my belly until it was eating between my thighs.

Alex had been a lover of oral sex and gave it with the sure knowledge of my repayment with interest. This person, I was still not sure of their gender gave it for its own sake. Their lips, tongue and teeth knew precisely where to press and nip and lick all along and around me, avoiding the hard button at my center until I was writhing and bucking at their lightest touch. When they finally sucked at my core I screamed in crashing orgasm and kept coming as they drank from me.

I felt them stand up and I thought that they were leaving me, I called out.

'Don't go, you are gentle and wonderful, stay a while, please?' But there was no answer.

Then I felt them between my legs! It was a man and he was aroused, hard. He stroked me with his cock, moving it along me, coating himself in my juices and causing me to cry out as his hardness brushed mine.

There is nothing to compare with that first stretching entry, the penetration that opens you to your lover for the first time as he sheathes himself in you and you engulf him, taking all of him within you, feeling him slide against you until he reaches your end. I writhed against him and cried out in loss and acceptance as he withdrew and thrust slowly back inside me. His pace was controlled and measured, touching my every sensitive spot with his swollen tip. He did not vary his motion, entering me as deeply each time as he had the first, his balls dancing against me as he reached the end of each stroke. I came after the fifth stroke and then every third thereafter, so precise was his control over me. I used every muscle I had to draw him along, to squeeze at him and suck him into me make him let loose his seed, but he continued to stroke me to screaming orgasm after orgasm until eventually I felt the blackness approach. I barely managed to whisper.

'If you don't come soon you'll fuck my senseless.'

It was as though he had been shocked, he pounded in and out of me so fast and hard I could not tell the difference, the sensation was stunning, every nerve ending was on fire and my pelvis was aflame. I screamed so hard my throat was raw and when he arched against me, seemingly every muscle tense, his fingers biting into my hips, spasming and flooding me with his semen, I came one last time and blacked out.

Walking in through reception on Monday was hard. A group of men from dispatch were talking around the coffee machine and stopped to watch me.

'Good morning, Ms. Robinson.' The smart brunette smiled at me from behind reception, had she been one of my tormentors?

'Good morning Jenny, how was your weekend?' I tried to be normal, brisk and pleasant.

'Different, Ms. Robinson, different. You hurt your neck?' I swore there was a gleam in her eyes and I felt her gaze sweep me up and down as though recalling some image in her mind. I fluttered my fingers at the sticky bandaid on my neck and I wondered as I walked on to the lift, if she had been one of those that used their hands on me. It was not empty and I rode up two floors with the tall, silent caretaker. It felt like his eyes were burning through my clothes and I felt totally naked. Had he taken me, ridden me roughly and splashed me with his seed? Had he wielded the whip or had he been my last, oh so gentle lover and taken me until I was unconscious? I almost stumbled out through the doors into the head pharmaceutical rep., his hands under my armpits steadied me but I imagined his touch lingered, his palms brushing the sides of my still sensitive breasts through my jacket and blouse.

'Are you OK Ms. Robinson? You look quite pale; overdo things a little at the weekend?' He seemed to me to have the hint of a smirk as he released me.

'Perhaps, I am a little tired' I said, 'I had difficulty sleeping.'

I am almost sure I heard him mutter, 'I'm not surprised.' as he turned and walked away down the corridor. Had he been there, if he had, what had he done to me? One of the men doing me had been circumcised, I could feel the smoothness of him on my tongue even now, was it him? I noticed Emma was not at sitting at her desk as I passed her room, it looked as though she hadn't got in to work yet, had she been there too, what would she have done to me, given the chance?

This was impossible, any or all of my staff could have been involved in the abduction, used me for their gratification and taken out their frustrations on me over the last two days. Some of my abusers had been intense and painfully harsh in their treatment of me, how could I work with them now, knowing that any one of them might have taken me, intimately explored and defiled me?

It was utterly delicious, the uncertainties, the lack of power or control made me tremble and grow wet. I was sore and swollen underneath my expensive silk underwear but beginning to seep between my thighs, the Chinese silk and lace becoming sticky and damp against my skin.

I sat in the leather swivel chair, smelling of expensive luxury, feeling it cool against the skin of my thighs below the short designer business suit skirt.

My e-mail screen was displayed when I switched on my PC and I tapped in my password 'Marquis'. The first message came up with "How was it?" in the subject line. The text read;

"Surrender Ltd aims to provide a uniquely personalized experience for those seeking to make real changes in their high pressure executive lifestyle. We trust your first encounter with our special services, tailored to your stated desires was satisfactory? We greatly value your feed back. Confidentiality guaranteed."

I typed 'Worth every penny.' in the electronic reply form and clicked on the send button, all the while wondering which one of my little bitches had managed to get the ultimate revenge on me.

Perhaps it’s an involuntary habitual thrust as my warm, slick hole nears the head of your cock, or perhaps it is your own dark need to find out where my threat might lead, but you lose your control and move. Jerking your hips uncontrollably causes your shaft to slip out of my slit. I lose that delicious contact.

I suck in an irritated hiss of breath as my building orgasm fizzles away. Those unfocused violent feelings from a few minutes ago find a target. My eyes narrow on yours.

Icily, I drawl, "Well, that could have been a lot better."

"I'm sor-," you begin. I cut you off with a barked command to roll over.

"On your knees!" You look uncertain.

"You had one command to follow. You let me down. Now you have to pay me back," I assert, severely and unsympathetically. "Now!"

With that, my pet, you roll over, clumsily, still with your arms tied behind your back. And I'm unbearably turned on, on fire. "I am so going to enjoy this," I smirk, and to myself I think, and so are you, pet. I bet your frustrated beyond belief, haha. I love being bitchy and mocking you like this.

In order to do as you've been directed with your hands still bound behind your back, you have to lie with your head cocked to one side. The side of your face crammed against the floor. Your knees bent under you. Ass in the air. Your pants still wrapped around your legs, binding them loosely together.

Beautiful, I think, in awe. I've never seen any man at any time look so hot, so desirable, to me. I'm delighted with your willingness to trust me this much, but it's not time yet to tell you so. After all, this is supposed to be a punishment.

I lightly slap each of your butt cheeks. I know you don't like being hit. This is for effect. No pain, just power and control. I can't resist caressing that ass, ready to move on from the punishment now to pleasure. I reach for my coat, abandoned until now on the floor under your desk.

"Shall I leave you tied up here just like this?" I taunt, but without any real menace in my voice. It's a hollow threat. Wild horses couldn't drag me away now.

Instead, I pull from my coat pocket a bottle of lubricant and flick it open. From another pocket comes a light towel.

"You're going to like your punishment, I think. As long as you don't like it too much. No cumming yet or I'll be very disappointed in you." This time, there was a real threat in my tone.

With that, I up-end the bottle for a moment over your ass, letting the warm slickness flood over my fingers too. Spreading the towel under you, I reach down and under to caress your cock and balls with my slick hand. A little softer than rock hard now, but still firm.

"Nervous? Don't you trust me?" You see I expect an answer.

"Please," you respond in a whisper.

I make a reassuring noise and slide my hand back up to your ass crack, massaging you lightly, then more firmly, loosening your tension. As you begin to relax, you rumble sighs of growing pleasure.

The strain on your shoulders from lying face down with those arms behind your back must be incredible. Your muscles are quivering, over-used. Pleased with you, I decide to comfort now.

I wipe my hands. "Pet, stand up and lean over your desk for me now."

As you struggle to do so, I loosen the cable on your wrists and it falls to the floor. Your hands and shoulders are slow to move back in front, tight and sore from their captivity. From behind, I massage the blood back into your wrists, reaching up to massage your exhausted shoulder muscles. I shiver myself, unspeakably pleased with your submission.

"Next time, you'll have a cock ring to help you, but this time, I'll take it easy on you. Lean down." You lean across your desk on your elbows. More lube and I start your wicked massage again. You start to relax again. Your sighs come quicker and shorter. My other hand reaches down to sample your cock again. Hard as concrete covered in velvet, your balls full and drawn up tight.

"Hmmm, you are liking your punishment. Let's see how much more you can take." With my hand wrapped tight across the top of your hard-on in a makeshift ring, I press the well-lubed thumb of my other hand against your slickened hole. You tense and I ease up but hold the pressure.

I lean over your back and nibble on your ear. "You're going to like this," I whisper wickedly.

As you adjust and relax, I continue pressing. Slowly repeating the start-stop pattern until my thumb is buried to my hand and you're pressing against my deliberate thrusts. I let you fuck my thumb, my cunt twitching in pleasure with each of your muted moans. Once you are completely relaxed, I deviously bend my thumb to push lightly once, then once more, then again, against your prostate.

With startling speed, I feel your balls twitch against my wrist. Your spine stiffens. I cinch down hard on the base of your swelling erection with my fingers. You whimper and your hips jerk involuntarily, as your orgasm swells and ejaculate floods up to crash into my barrier.

Pulling my thumb out, I bend down again to your ear. "You are sooo naughty. No cumming, remember?" I playfully tap your still-tense ass cheek.

You shudder with a last dry thrust, and pant, "Ohh. Yeah. And I thought you were going to go easy on me."

I smile. "Oh, I did, pet, this time."

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes, you owe me an orgasm. At least one." Releasing your throbbing unsatisfied rod from my stranglehold, I order, "Back on the floor now. That's it, toy. And put those naughty hands of yours under your ass so you aren't tempted to use them. Don't make me sorry for trusting you with them."

Once you comply with my directions, I stand over you for another moment. My legs spread-eagle. Seeing your manliness laid out for me to enjoy makes me burn. I want to do everything at once. That slightly violent feeling comes over me again. My good will thins.

I lower my self to one knee laid outside your legs, my other knee I lay across your groin as I lean up your body, my leather clad arms across your torso. I’m pinning you now as I look down at you relaxed, smiling naughtily. I slide my knee up your crotch along your cock. My skin is warm and smooth, like your shaft, distracting you. My fingers wrap around your throat, thumbing your Adam's apple, partly caressing, partly squeezing, considering my options.

"What don't I want to do to my toy?," I muse. I reach up and tighten my fingers together in your hair, pulling your head back and to the side, biting your neck because I can and it pleases me. I snarl a needy groan.

Moving to straddle you, I push up from your chest, scratching my nails down your chest, pausing to tweak your nipples, tightening, until your breath draws in. Your back arches, your head rolls. I'm on a constant sexual high. Every movement, every nasty thought, every sensation, every delicious reaction, tightens a vise of tension in my genitals and deeper in my belly. My clit burns, my pussy drips, my muscles cramping. I hover over your shaft and warn you again.

"Don't move! A second punishment will not be as pleasant as the first. And, you don't want to miss out on your reward."

With that, I encase your shaft in the wetness of my swollen pussy lips, pressing and sliding just slightly. Immediately, my nerves begin singing with breathtaking pleasure. God, I'm so ready now, it's beyond belief. Through half-lidded eyes, I keep you in sight while I barely undulate against your tool.

You look besieged. Your head wrenched to the side, eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle looks tensed to lean sinew. Your struggle for control of your own immense pleasure just turns me on more, ratcheting me up the final peak.

My vision dims. My mouth falls open. My breath is held. My movement frozen to millimeters. The orgasm is inevitable now, but it spirals out and out and keeps growing in potential, like a heavy, lurking breaker coming up a gradual shoal out of stormy depths, building, growing. Ultimately, the wave crests and its full weight crashes down on me.

My shoulders jerk and slump, my forearms falling onto your chest again. I gasp and cry out, hoarsely, with each successive surge of release. "Oh. Fuck. Yes. Oh. Fuck. Yes." Every slight movement of my hips sends fresh ripples spilling through me.

Grasping for breath and composure, I slowly come back to myself, spread across your chest. Your aching cock pressed between our crotches.

"You've done well. Ask me for what you want, my pet, and I'll consider your request." You hesitate, a million games running through your head too, perhaps.

"Please, put my penis in your mouth. Please, let me cum." I smile, self-satisfied, like a cat flaunting its kill.

"You read my mind," I purred, swinging into action. Blow jobs are a favorite of mine. Though this one will be a reward, sometimes they can be used as a very teasing punishment. Either way, the control I hold over the situation turns me to full-boil.

"Stand up. Lean against that shelf. Spread your legs. More! Arms above your head and hold onto the side." I look you in the eye now. "If at any time, you let go of that shelf, we're done here for today. Understand?" At your fervent nod, I smile, naughtily, and twist around, wedging my ass against your crotch and sliding your cock along my crevice once more.

"I want to lick that off of you," I say, pulling away and turning to sink back on my haunches, facing your bloated inflamed cock, now turning purple around the head. The vein underneath is throbbing.

I look up, my lips poised before your member. "I won't tease you too much this time. I want to reward you for your manners, pet." Still looking up, my lips open and I bury that hot length down to the root. My tongue ring caresses that throbbing vein all the way back to the tip. Suction and spit and my own sweet juices combine in an intoxicating blend. Soon you add salty pre-cum to the mixture.

I rear back, mouth full of sex fluids. Tauntingly, watching your face, I drip the cream on the head of your dick.

"Good god," you croak out. I smile, evilly, and lick it off, repeating this a few times.

My hands have been massaging your butt, while pulling you into my mouth, throat. I'm ready to up the ante now. One hand comes back around to massage your balls, so tightly drawn up, they're impossible to really grab hold of. I gather all the slobbered juice running down your cock to lubricate your sack. My other hand snakes evilly down your crack from behind.

I tighten the suction on your cock and maintain a steady plunging rhythm that thrusts your shaft, again and again, into the top of my throat. I hear you gasping for breath. Your moans raising in pitch. Your hips are thrust so far forward your back strains to hold the curve. The shelving unit is shuddering behind you, but your hands remain clamped to the structure as commanded. Best, best sex toy I've ever had, I think smugly.

I feel it in your cock first. The head swells to completely block my throat, I cough and struggle to keep up the rhythm, juice running everywhere. Your scrotum, already so drawn up, it has almost disappeared, ripples in waves.

Your hips stop suddenly. Your coarse gulps for air combining into one long hoarse groaning, "Please Goddess let me cum now!" Your hips swivel once, then once more. The cum boils up from where its been trapped so long, teeming out to run straight down my throat. As the orgasm lightens, your climax continues to wring spurts from your depths.

Breathlessly, you repeat, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Completely empty, exhausted, and relieved, finally, you pull your over-sensitive penis from my mouth. I stand up and pull your biceps down, massaging the cramps out once again. Jesus, that was addictive, I think to myself. Should that worry me?

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So, another steaming fantasy comes to a crushing conclusion, maybe now I can get some fucking work done. But I take another stolen moment to reflect. Should I really resist the deliciously right feeling of acting out my bitchy side with you? Will I resist forever? Can I resist, forever? Or will I have you as my pet soon??

*I've got that damned feeling again. Itchy and hot. Like I might do something a little crazy soon. Hot, dark images of rough sex slither up from the dark part of my brain. Definitely unrelated to the ordinary work on my desk. Disjointed, they're guiltily savored and pushed aside. But there's always more. Everywhere I look, there seem to be temptations to resist. They chip away at my resolve. My mind provokes me with the games I could play, if only.... What if I let go?

As I sit gazing at the monitor and editing the website, I drift, watching those kinky images. Visions flood through me of tight jeans and stiletto heels, a rock hard man being teased, punished, and rewarded. My eyes widen, staring down at my laptop, dilating to black circles. My lips part, sucking in a silent hiss of desire. I absently bring up my hand to nip the pad of my thumb. I'm so hungry to play. It's not like me to not do what I want. The tension eats me up. What if...? I drift away again....*
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My victim, you are busy at your computer when I walk in, unannounced, and shut your door behind me.

I flip the belt on my black leather trench and the edges fall apart as my hips sway. I'm wearing tight jeans and black leather boots that come up over the knees of my long legs, silver metal stiletto heels click out each measured step, as I stalk toward my target across the room. Black leather gloves run out from under the sleeves of the coat but end at my hand with a single soft loop around my middle finger. A heavy silver band of links stretches taut around my neck, glinting ominously with power, a small S-shaped serpent charm dangling off-center.

You're shocked, looking up from your screen, but not too surprised it seems. You stand and put one hand up as if to ward me off. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. As you stare at me, I hear you mutter, "Ohh, damn."

I'm hot and tormented, beyond ready to bring things to a head. Even under the bright lights, I'm going to do what I've just stopped myself from doing so many times.

As I reach you standing across the room, the window blinds close with a snap of my wrist, but my direct stare never leaves yours, serious, intent, as conflicting expressions sail across your face. Now I reach forward a full arms-length. You stare back at me, fascinated, wanting badly what's about to happen. How far will you let it go?

My hand slips across your tense chest. My knuckles brush you and we both feel the flare of hot desire. It's the closest we've been physically and the electricity sparks between us. I savor the moment, fondling your chest.

The next step down this road, so easy. I yank you forward and down, off balance, into my space, with your ear near my lips. "Enough thinking," I whisper into your ear. My lips linger at the edge where your ear meets your neck.

My tongue snakes out to test and enjoy the feeling of power I feel. My hand wrapped around the collar of your shirt. My shoulders draw you down and forward. Submit or resist? Uncomfortably, off-balance, you sway back and forth with each indecisive thought. What if? I can see it in your face. What if you could have what you need?

"This is your last chance to say no. Say it now. I'll give you this one last chance to stop. After this, you'll be my sex toy – my toy – as long as I desire it." I turn my palm down on your chest, shove you back into your chair. You open your mouth, all the objections on your tongue, but nothing comes out. I tilt my head and stare, waiting.

I've passed beyond those objections myself. You stare back, taking in the full picture of our situation. My lips slowly lift at one side, a wicked grin to myself, as no words are spoken. My breathing deepens as the moment stretches, the air getting heavy and thick. My eyes dilate to huge dark circles. I'm imagining how delicious this is finally going to be.

Finally, I turn deliberately away and shrug the trench coat off, fragrant with perfume and the scent of body-warmed leather, dropping heavily across your lap and over your arms that are clutching your chair. Without the coat, the skin-tight black leather bustier I'm wearing is revealed. From behind, all you can see of the bustier are the shiny silver hooks running up the back. You notice now that the supple black leather gloves hug my arms far past my elbows.

My long boots bend and massage my legs with the murmur of leather as I sway back to the door, flip the light switch down, and click the lock. I shove a heavy wooden chair against the door with a thunk, wedged tight under the knob. I smile, cynically, that you're safe now with me.

Turning, I reveal pink nipples jutting up over the double row of tight leather laces, cinching in the bustier top so my breasts nearly spill completely over the top, as a thin strap of leather halters the top behind my neck.

Your eyes follow me, expectantly, through the dim room. I walk back to you, but stop at your desk, sliding open the second drawer down to pull out a thin black USB cord about 3' long. Laughing to myself about how long I'd wanted to do this. I'd watched you put it there months ago.

I pull it through my fists, satisfied, and snap it once, staring through it at you. "Oh, I'm definitely going to enjoy this. I deserve to enjoy this, and if you please me, I will definitely reward you. But if you do not...I'll make sure you pay for it."

My pussy lips are so wet they slide smoothly and I can feel the wetness polling as I walk. How many days have I had wet panties from thinking of exactly this kind of scene? Now, I can feel my clit swelling well beyond normal. This is what I've needed, already it's better than I expected.

I spin your chair, pull your biceps back, sliding my hands down to your wrists. No resistance this time. You let me have my way. I purr with pleasure, my clit thrums once more. Once the cable is cinched tightly around those wrists. I admire my work from my viewpoint behind your chair. Still silent, so unlike you, you are breathing very hard. You must be wondering what's next.

I lean forward to your ear again and trail my nail around it and down your neck. My hands wrap around your neck firmly from behind, but apply no serious pressure. "You please me so far, toy." My voice is visceral, breathy and determined.

I push your head to the side and bite my way down your neck to your shirt collar. No, I won't mark you, yet, as long as you don't displease me. I run my hands up over your lips, your eyes, your hair and back down again, just because I can, to feel the power of it. I pull your chin up and back until you are looking straight up at me past the tips of my nipples. I revel in the feeling of possession. This is what I was born to do.

I step in front of your chair and lean down to your ear once again, my breasts just below your chin, my hair caresses the side of your cheek, smelling of sinful womanly perfume.

"Tell me you want to be my toy." Your mouth opens with a strangled noise, that might have been an "I". Your hard breaths blow across my cleavage. I reach down deep between your legs and slide my nails slowly, firmly back up the bulge I find there. I want to own this cock for my pleasure.

"Yes?," I taunt. Your breath is really sucking in and out, you must be getting light-headed by now.

"Please," your voice raspy, choked. "I want to be your toy, please." You hiss out that last begging plea, convincingly. Your response detonates inside me. My stomach muscles clench hard as my pussy rocks with another hard series of spasms. I reach up to grab your chin, hard (I can't hold back the aggression), and stare into your eyes, painful need there. For both of us.

I decide that a little striptease is in order for you. I prop my hip on the edge of your desk and put one long leg in front of you so that you can remove my boot. Then the same with the other boot. As I turn around, I cast a wicked glance over my shoulder because I know that what I am about to do is such sweet torture for you...I bend over and brace my hands on the desk while pushing my denim clad ass toward you and wiggling. Now, I straightan up and, still facing away from you, I reach down to unfasten the tight Levi's and slowly peel them down from the back. You gasp for breath as you catch a glimpse of the black string bikini barely covering my ass.

"Stand up toy", I say over my shoulder. And when you are standing right behind me, I push my butt back and wiggle against your erection, grinding my sexy ass on you. Then I turn around and push you back in the chair and slowly wiggle out of the lacy panties.

I slide back onto your desk in front of your chair, leaning back, my ass perched on the edge. My long legs lift up onto your shoulders and link behind your neck as you lean forward.

"Down! Let's see what else you can do for me, toy." My legs pull your face down to my drenched, bare crevice.

I watch you, my eyelids half-closed, as you start to work. My thighs tense as your tongue slides up past my button and back down, tentatively at first, but over and over. My head rolls back and my thighs squeeze your head in closer. I reach forward to rest my hand on the warm nape of your strong neck, pressing you closer

I'm getting off knowing that you are in my power – my toy, perhaps I'll even call you my pet, if you're that good. I hope you are. And then, you start sucking rhythmically on my clit. Your teeth skim along the bottom. Electric sparks explode all through my crotch and sizzle through my body. I'm not even aware of my own harsh pants and moans. My pussy, all the way up to my abdomen, clench over and over, getting stronger with each spasm, until I crash over the edge into a luscious breathless orgasm. So fast and long.

"Fuck...oh FUCK!" My heels dig in to your back, grinding you into my wet slit while I writhe on your desk. Son of a bitch, why didn't I do this sooner?

I'm panting hard, but still tense and ready for much more. "Nice! But not nice enough, toy. I have other ideas." I push your face away with one foot planted in the front of your shoulder, admiring the shine of my juices on your chin.

I grab your collar again and pull you up. You struggle to rise with your hands still tied. With my help, you make it to your feet. I grab the back of your neck and squeeze you forward to lick those velvet juices off your goatee. "I like that rough chin shoved into my pussy while you lick my clit. Don't forget that, toy."

I unbutton your shirt all the way down, and pull it out of your waistband. With your shirt out and open, I stop and look you in the eye. You look down. "Good, pet," I purr, running my fingertips along and just under the top edge of your waistband. Your stomach twitches, your head rolls back, a growl in your throat, your crotch pumps forward. Running my hands up your torso, I pinch your nipples, firm and fast, on the way by, making you jump a bit. "Silence, toy, and hold still," I murmur, with a soothing lick and suck to both nipples.

Opening your shirt wide, I lightly rub my nipples in little circles over your rough chest. The leather and laces of my bustier slither against your belly. My bare pussy presses wetly against the front of your pants – that'll leave a mark, I grin & laugh to myself.

I yank that shirt down your arms, leaving it bunched around your tied wrists. Yesss, this is what I've wanted to see and touch – masculine shoulders. My hands roam freely across them and then shove those shoulders down to the floor, down on your back. You struggle to lay on your bound wrists, pulling them to one side.

I step up so my long legs are straddling your heaving dark-haired chest. "Look at me, pet."

You look up my body, your eyes dark with lust, and into my eyes, until I'm captured myself for a moment in the most intense stare, searing laser eyes. We're not messing around now. This is damned serious for both of us. Exactly what we've needed deep down, in our own ways, but both presumed would never happen for us. We both know the experience is stolen, selfish, and terribly satisfying.

"There's so much more I'm going to get from you," I promise with a touch of threat.

I step up your body and turn around past the top of your head, facing your feet. Lowering to my knees, I lay my dripping snatch once again over your mouth. "More," I demand. Your tongue works up and down past that fiery bundle of nerves again, over and over, rhythmically. "Flick my clit with your tongue every time you go past it," I command just what I want.

I'm dripping again and you struggle to breathe while working on my slit. I grind my slit on that rough chin about every third pass of your tongue, pressing your nose into my wet, wet hole. I slide my palms down your chest, pulling your belt loose, unbuttoning, unzipping, and yanking down your pants to mid-thigh. Your hips writhe to help me.

Finally! The head of your beautiful penis (or should I call it "my" beautiful penis?) is caught – the head rising out of your boxer-briefs. I sit back admiring the beauty of it pinned down and twitching, glowing an engorged rose color. I keep my hands distracted from petting that tempting cock just yet, by fondling and pinching your nipples, so taut, running my nails through the crisp hair on your chest surrounding them.

My clit is wildly throbbing. "I want more," I say again, lifting off your determined mouth. I lean forward, giving you access to view my swollen labia from behind, and blow on the engorged head of your penis.

My hands hold onto your hips to balance my weight with my thumbs pressing into your groin to hold you immobile. I blow again hard, and you whimper. Your hips push up into my weight. Your erection twitches and I'm impressed with how strongly it lifts that tight band. So many games I want to play.

My greedy clit throbs for another release. I turn around over you, kneeling across your belly now, and notice my juices all over your face again. I smile as I lean forward, "You've been exceptional, pet. I like how you apply yourself to your chores."

I inhale the musky smell of sex on you and lick, bite, and rub the juices off with my mouth, lips, tongue, jaw, reveling in the naughtiness and hotness of the experience. More, more, more, like a drug. The thought drifts through my mind. Your eyes are closed and you push your jaw up into my mouth. I nip your lips and suck them until they swell, tingling.

My toy cleaned up, I move on to more pressing needs. My pussy has been rubbing the crisp hair on your belly, keeping me near another peak. "Lift your hips!" Reaching back, I tug your briefs down to join your trousers.

Your cock bounces up and holds rock-still above your crotch. The sight of it over my shoulder makes me feel wild and forceful, randomly violent. But I turn to relieving the pressure that is building in my pussy beyond anything I've ever experienced, sharp and painful.

"Do not move!," I assert in a tone that warns of consequences. "Not a muscle. Understand?!" You nod, clenching your jaw. "Understand?," I taunt again. "Yes. I understand," you say, clearly, but you look doubtful. I lift my hips and slide them down to hover over your member. I can tell you want to lift your head to look, but I'm watching closely and you heed my warning.

"Good so far," I say, almost crazy myself with pent-up need, but I grapple with myself for control.

I lower slowly and carefully until my slit settles along the length of your swollen cock. My pussy lips begin sliding slightly against your hot, satiny shaft. Your eyes close and you swallow hard, but your eyes quickly fly to mine. You were expecting to slide that cock into my warm cunt, I see, just like that. For a second, I enjoy your surprise with a wicked half-grin.

I lean forward, never losing contact with your dick, to suspend my nipple just above your lips, just out of reach. Tantalizing, "Suck it." I tease your pursing lips with light brushes of my nipple before yanking it just out of reach again. You take the bait. Straining, you lunge forward and catch the bud in your lips, but it slips away again. "Use your teeth," I demand. You try again. This time, catching it and scraping the sensitive tip before having to lower your head. I begin alternating the nipples for you to repeat the abrading suction.

I continue to rock my slick button back and forth against your confined rod, teasingly, moving just a little, but it's plenty for my tormented and inflamed bud. Every muscle in my body is tensing, barely moving. My mind is almost totally focused on maximizing the reaction about to explode through my body. For me, the experience is heightened tremendously by your obedience to ignore, deny, the temptations of your body...