I’m typing this while Porsche-driving Mr. __________, or “Slave”, as I call him, is tied up in the back.

Yes, you read that right: I’ve got a man tied up in the back like a little bitch. He’s all mine to do anything I want with. I’m not even sure how long I’ll leave him there.

Now, I said “tied up”, but to be more specific, he’s splayed out, and bound to, a giant cross (they call this amazing device a St. Andrew’s Cross) with a black silk bag over his head. His wrists and ankles are very tightly bound. So tight, I’m sure it hurts. I HOPE it hurts. He’s facing out, so I can play with his cock.

Sometimes I face him inward and have at his ass with my collection of strap-ons and toys…but today, today I feel like torturing his cock.

Oh, if only you could SEE me– how fucking HOT I look…

I’m wearing my favorite black latex dress with a corset that accentuates my insane hourglass curves, stacks my tits on display, and hugs my round ass cheeks so tight you’re PRAYING for it to just SPLIT right in open when I bend over.

And my thigh-high boots are always a hit…

 

Oh geez, he’s moaning back there. He’s begging me to fuck him. I have to go deal with this insolence.

OK, I’m back.

Slave is being very naughty today!

He was begging for my pussy, so I stuck one latex-fingered glove up there and pleasured myself, letting him listen as I made myself cum on the bed next to the Cross.

With the hood/bag over his head, all he could do was listen, his cock growing hard to my moans of self-pleasure.

As his reward for being good, I put my fingers up under the bag and let him smell them like the dog he is, but it just egged him on.

These slaves– it’s like, whatever bone you throw them, it’s never enough!

He begged me to sit on his face so he could pleasure me himself, but I just laughed at him.

I make the decisions around here, and he needs to remember that, that little fucker. He may be the big boss man at work, but in my dungeon, he’s a fucking flea who only gets what I decide to give him, and he only answers to ME.

So anyway, he’s still back there, head in the bag, probably savoring the lingering scent of my pussy that rubbed off on his nose. I’ll bet his cock is still hard, too. I’m SURE he hopes tonight is the night I let him fuck me.

I have teased him with his hole of mine for weeks now.

He’s never gotten to touch it. It’s been inches- centimeters from his face, but he’s never gotten to taste it. He’s so used to women throwing pussy at him, there’s no way on earth that little bitch is getting THIS snatch anytime soon.

Gosh, just thinking about how COCKY he is — how RICH he is– is getting me angry! He’s so used to bossing his subordinates around, watching them squirm, having them kiss his ass…

You know what? I think I need to torture him a bit more. Hang on.

OH FUCK YEAH. He’s gotta be DYING right now. I got on my favorite stool and positioned myself under his cock. At first, he could just feel my breath on it, so close.

Then I stuck out my tongue, and JUST BARELY touched the tip to it.

“Please, Mistress,” he begged me all pathetically, “oh my god please suck it”.

“I’m your only god” I told him, taking my tongue away. I whipped him across his shins for his silly mistake.

But this pathetic, dirty dog, I tell you, he just couldn’t stop himself today.

“Please Mistress,” he says, “I’ve waited so long, and been so patient. At let me feel my cock in your warm mouth, just for a second.”

“A second?” I asked him, opening my mouth wide.

The next thing he knew, his cock was all the way down my throat as my hand stroked it, my wet lips suctioning him as I pulled on his cock with my mouth 1, 2, 3, times, ending with a tug to his balls.

“There’s your second”, I told him, shoving off.

“UGHHHHH” he moaned desperately.

His cock was throbbing by now with the little taste of heaven I’d given it. Have you ever had your cock sucked after being deprived of your senses for hours? You feel EVERYTHING like never before. It’s one of my favorite ways to torture, because, once they feel it, they can never go back! It makes one so sensitive!

And boy, he was. His cock was harder than I’ve seen it yet, turning red from being so overfilled with blood, pulsating with desire.

And you know what? I probably should have slapped that nasty beast away, but I don’t know. I guess I must be a kinder mood than usual, because I wanted to play with it some more.

“Listen” I told him, as I unzipped my dress.

He could hear it fall to the floor. He could hear my stiletto heels click towards him.

He was breathing so hard, wondering what was coming next. He knew I was close, but I kept quiet. I’m sure he expected a slap, a pinch, a whip. But I withheld. He maybe expected hands on his chest or thighs, followed by a flogger or maybe some hot wax. But that’s not what happened.

As he was frozen there on the Cross, shrouded in darkness from the hood, straining to hear or feel what was coming, he exhaled deeply and the tip of his cock suddenly encountered warmth.

Bent over, ass facing him, I’d ever-so-slowly and quietly backed myself up to him until my dripping pussy was THISCLOSE to the head of his cock.

All it took was a sneeze, a deep exhale, for his stomach muscles to contract JUST ENOUGH to bring the head of his cock to my slit. I took one tiny step backwards, letting him slip inside me just a single inch.

“Oh Mistress, PLEASE! PLEASE push back on it!!!!”

I said nothing.

“Please!” he shouted now, “I can’t take it! I just want to grab your ass and pull you onto my cock and my fucken hands are tied and OH MY GOD your PUSSY PLEASE..!

I still said nothing, didn’t move.

“FUCK” he said, apparently giving up.

I still said nothing.

“Mistress…are you still there?”

That’s when I stepped back, driving his cock all the way into me, until I felt it hit home in my stomach.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” he screamed through the hood, sounding like his pathetic ass might cum then and there!

“Oh you like that?” I asked him, tormenting him, as I bounced and wiggled my pussy back down on his cock another five or six times.

I used my well-practiced muscles to squeeze his cock in a death-grip with each thrust. Each one expelled a huge grunt from him, like a primal animal.

I KNOW how badly he wanted to be free to control me, but that was NEVER going to happen. He knows that when we play, it’s only MY way. I figured I should remind him…

I bounced against him another few times, but I felt him getting too close to cumming- too close to spoiling my fun!

“Don’t you DARE!” I told him, stepping away from his cock.

I watched his soaking manhood straining into the air, searching for that nice, warm pleasure cave again.

“Mistress, please let me cum” he begged me, “I’m so close!”

I said nothing.

“Mistress?” he asked again, “are you still here?”

I said nothing.

For a full two minutes, I quietly remained, saying nothing, letting him wonder what was coming next. Then I did it.

I aimed his hard cock at my puckered asshole, rubbing my ass in a small circle against the head, letting him feel exactly where it was.

“OH MY GOD…for real?” he asked.

I answered him by flexing my asshole open and stepping back.

When his cock sank slowly into my tightest spot, I knew he didn’t have more than a few thrusts in him, but I was prepared. I pressed my favorite vibrator against my clit and twerked my ass on his cock 1, 2, 3 times…and that was all he could take!

“OH FUCK” he screamed as he came deep in my ass “OH FUCK OH FUCK YOUR ASS IS SO TIGHT MISTRESS!”

I flexed my ass muscles, drawing his cock, and his juices, further into me, eating his cock alive. I felt the pulses of his hot spurts deep inside me– he came SOOOOO much! That tends to happen when you torture a guy for a while.

Not wanting to spoil him, I stepped away from him, his cock popping out of me with a suction sound, left to wave in the wind.

I left him like that still, hood over his head, cum dripping down his cock and probably his legs, to come back and tell you all about it.

Maybe one day, you’ll be my Slave too???

 

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