Part Two
I was thoroughly uncomfortable and cramped by the time she returned. My straining erection had long since subsided and all I wanted was to be untied.
I grumbled and struggled petulantly as she opened the cupboard door. I could sense her annoyance at that and before I knew it she had forced me to my stomach and was spanking me again, this time harder than before. She seemed to be growing into her role more as the day went on. She had not taken off her gloves and the taut leather covering on her palm added something as she spanked me harder and harder, my stifled panting and muffled groans as she punished me was amplified in the enclosed space.
Already my cheeks were burning and stinging and it hurt far more now than when I was so turned on earlier. I sobbed weakly as she showed no sign of stopping. She put a knee on the back of my thighs to keep me in place and I could almost picture the expression on her face: one of stoical detachment as she sought to teach me this lesson.
Eventually she had had enough. She stood and stepped back as I lay limp in my bonds. I became aware that without me even noticing it happening my cock had lengthened and thickened beneath me as she punished me. It was pressed between my body and the coarse fibres of the carpet. I ground it a little into the floor, pleasing myself and she laughed, sniggering lightly at the sight. Even with the blindfold and gag covering much of my face I was sure my scarlet blushing would be very obvious to her.
"Oh dear, Steve"
The pointed toe of her booted toe pressed against my reddened bottom as she mused.
"What shall we do with you?"
Her question was of course rhetorical. Even if I wasn't gagged I wouldn't have been able to reply. My dominance had faltered and vanished. Now I belonged entirely to her.
I could sense a gentle smile in her voice as she spoke.
"Who would have thought my big man would have taken so easily to this?"
I strained uneasily at the bonds but remained silent, blushing more fiercely than ever.
"I have something for you" she said, her voice cool and controlled and I sensed that this might be something for her as much as for me.
"Are you finished grumbling?" she asked.
I grunted an affirmative and nodded, subdued, my buttocks still stinging fiercely as a reminder of what might come if I were to forget who was in charge. She bent again and untaped my ankles and knees, an arm under mine she helped me kneel up and then stand unsteadily.
I stood quietly, my heavy cock bobbing in front of me as she rummaged in our toybox. Finally she was back, her hand gripping my upper arm and steering me forward.
"Onto the bed, like a good boy" she said, her voice steel clad in silk, "we're going to help you stay nice and docile".
I swallowed hard as she guided me up onto the bed and positioned me with my head down and my rear up, a position which was rapidly becoming more familiar to me with all it's symbolism and it's possibilities. I felt exposed, terribly so but still my cock ached for her touch and my balls swung heavily between my spread thighs.
She had removed her gloves by now and I could feel the soft skin of her fingers stroking me, lightly on my red, hot cheeks then down between my thighs and finally cradling my balls. She chuckled as I grunted encouragement into the tape stretched tightly over my lips. Her hand was soon gone, again leaving me hanging, my groin pumping unconsciously.
I could hear the unmistakeable sound of a latex glove being snapped on and her cool hand was on me again, parting my cheeks, the sense of ownership profound. A pause as I shifted uncomfortably, my mind racing, my pulse quickening as I began to realise her intentions. Then her finger was against my rosebud, pressing and smearing the cool lube against me and beginning to work it into me. I shifted, unable to stop myself.
She tutted.
I froze, her finger still there, inching upwards with a confident, swirling motion. I could feel my cheeks burn with shame as my cock hardened still further, evidence to us both how much I was enjoying this latest development. The feeling of violation was at once intimate, degrading and thrilling. I grunted incoherently as her other hand also gloved reached to take my stone hard cock, fingers wrapping tight around it's root and wanking it slowly. I stilled, my heart pumping fit to burst, my breath coming through my nostrils in shallow, ragged gasps.
Again she chuckled, her voice so smooth and sexy.
"Good boy", she breathed, "you like that don't you? You like your Mistress to do this don't you?"
I didn't respond, absorbed as I was in the ecstasy of her hands on me and in me.
"Don't you?!" she snapped, forcing her finger deeper an inch and clenching the other hand tight, making me feel as though my cock would burst.
Hurriedly I nodded, my head bobbing, placatory as I begged her in muffled whimpers. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't know if I wanted her to stop or to go on, my thoughts were in turmoil as she laughed again, a tinge of cruelty in that laughter. She now had her forefinger embedded almost fully into me. My muscles clamped tight around it, unable to relax or to expel her I had to tamely allow my penetration.
I had never felt so weak and dependant, yet so strangely loving and so turned on at the same time. As she wormed her finger deeper inside me she began once more to stroke my bulging cock with her other hand.
'That's better' she cooed.
She kept masturbating me with one hand as she removed her finger leaving me moaning and feeling strangely empty. I thrust back, unable to help myself, begging. But it was just the beginning. She pressed something cold and blunt against my anus and pushed. I panicked as my sphincter stretched once more, this time further until I felt it would spilt, but she soothed me, wanking me gently, whispering to me what a good boy I was and how I should make her proud.
I was sweating, scared and aroused all at the same time, but I forced myself to be still. I was helplessly bound, gagged and blindfolded so could do little anyway and my cheeks were still warm from the spanking. I groaned and stilled as she pressed once more and felt my tight tunnel accepting the plug as it reached it's widest point and slid further, deeper, my sphincter now seeming to suck it inside me, the tight ring of muscle kissing it's base in an uneasy acceptance, my body betraying me.
'That's a very good boy' she whispered into my ear, her silky voice insinuating itself into my mind. I felt so docile and submissive now that the plug was in me.
I couldn't have protested or defied her now, even as she withdrew her hand from my cock. I loved her more profoundly than I have ever loved anyone. I wanted to devote myself to her, to fulfil her every need. I wanted her to collar me and keep me as her slave. These feelings were overwhelming to me. I had never dreamed they could exist within me. I felt exhilarated and thrilled, even if I was on edge and aroused hopelessly eager to please.
I could sense her on the bed by me, the mattress dimpling with the shifting of her weight. She was easing round in front of me so I was now placed between her thighs. She peeled the gloves off and tossed them. Then her hands were at my face, unpicking the tape, unwinding it and revealing my damp, saliva and sweat wetted face. I licked my lips, my mouth dry.
Her hand was at the back of my neck, pulling me down onto her bare, waxed pubis. Instinctively my tongue emerged and tasted her, darting in and caressing her. She tasted like heaven, her nectar bold and strong. Her labia were parted and she was dripping with excitement. I hardened still further in the evidence that I was pleasing her, at least in my newfound submission.
She sighed and I could sense her leaning back into the pillows. Her heels positioned themselves either side of my head, one on each shoulder as she slid her hand between her thighs and parted her lips for me to lick closer to her clit.
"Keep at it, boy" she whispered, her voice thick with arousal as I applied my tongue and lips diligently. I lapped at her hot, wet sex, delighting in her taste, the way she sighed and panted as I pleasured her. She moaned and purred as I worked at her, my cock pulsing in excitement, yearning for reciprocal pleasure but getting none so far.
I applied myself well and before too long she was panting and gasping, clearly approaching her climax. Her fingers twined in my hair, pulling me closer so that as she ground her pussy into my face I was drenched in her juices . She came, groaning loudly and wringing every drop from me, climaxing in a paroxysm of lust and excitement. She writhed against me moaning then stiffened at last holding my face clamped to her, cutting off my breath as she ground frantically at my lips and tongue.
For a second I panicked then realised I had to relax, to trust her. Fighting hard to suppress my urge to writhe and struggle I lay docile between her strong thighs until she calmed and released her grip, using one foot to push me away, down the bed away from her.
I lay quietly, waiting until she was recovered enough to look up. I could sense the weight of her gaze upon me and I looked up blindly. She took my face between her palms and kissed me deeply, passionately on the lips.
That small gesture of love was enough to keep me going. I knew the hours ahead would be difficult and probably painful, at the least uncomfortable but my undiminished hardness indicated to us both that I was ready for what would occur next.
She brushed her lips against the side of my neck making me shiver and wriggle a little.
"I think you need to cool down for a bit, darling...."
I protested weakly but she clamped her palm across my mouth firmly.
"Shhhh" She instructed firmly, "I'm not asking you, Steve. I'm telling you. You would do well to remember who is in charge here."
I acquiesced tamely, nodding with some difficulty.
She pressed something against my lips and I opened my mouth to accept a small cloth bundle. She pressed it in with her forefinger and then used the tape to complete the gag, winding it round my head several times and pressing it down running a finger across my sealed lips.
She pushed me roughly onto my back and straddled my chest, her weight settling onto me and pinning me down as she took my thick, hard cock in one hand and raising it clear of my bulging balls she began to wrap something around it's base. I could feel it bulging more and more as she wound what might have been a thong or lace around it's root and then around my balls, separating them and finally knotting it with a flourish at the base of my cock, behind the balls.
It felt incredible.
My cock pulsed with each heartbeat and twitched. I felt as though it might burst. I could imagine the veins standing up all along it's length, the head bulging obscenely.
She chuckled again as she began to sweetly apply cool lube to it.
"Now then, slave", she coo-ed, "you can please your Mistress, can't you?"
Her weight shifted and she rose briefly before settling again on my tummy. I nodded and uttered desperate muffled pleas for what I knew was finally coming......
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22.08.12