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The Mistress
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,008
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Mistress
She strides into the room, metal tipped stiletto's clicking on the marble floor. This is her domain, her personal playroom and if you've been invited in here you might as well leave your free-will at the door, for you are now at her command, her mercy. You will no longer be allowed to think for yourself, you will only be allowed to do her bidding and follow her every whim! To not obey will mean being punished, but then again even that will be a pleasure coming from her skilled hands!
You hear her coming but cannot see her as you stand against the wall your arms restrained above your head. You are naked to the waist and your eyes have been blindfolded. Before your eyes were covered though you had a chance to glimpse her various toys, some known, others rather foreign in their appearance, although you are quite sure that before she is done with you, will know very well their intended purpose!
You hear her enter and walk across the floor. You turn your head, your covered eyes attempting to follow her path across the room, your mind's eye trying, but failing, to recall the room in which you are and the placement of various objects. You hear her throaty laugh, knowing that she has chosen the first of her toys which will be used to bring you to your knees before her, begging her to stop but at the same time pleading with her to never release you! Her steps come towards you, they stop. She is not touching you but you know she is right before you for you can feel the heat radiating from her body and smell the scent of leather from her clothing. Not speaking a word you feel her touch, fingernails, long and polished blood red, being traced along you jaw, down your throat and across your bare chest. You hold your breath as her hand stops just at the waist of your jeans, but release it in a gasp as she pulls up hard on the waist band farther tightening the materials confinement on your ever hardening cock. Again, that throaty laugh at your discomfort, "I am in charge, do you understand?" The self-assured control in her husky voice leaves no room for disagreement. Only your complete acceptance of this fact gets her to release her hold on your jeans. The relief however is short lived. You feel her hand slipping between the waist of your jeans and the warm flesh of your abdomen, those long nails reaching ever closer towards your arousal as you feel her leather clad body pressing up against your naked chest. Firm breasts press to your chest, writhing hips grind against your side as those nails tease, torment, your cock into a state of arousal so intense you feel as though you are going to scream. And scream you do, as with a throaty, evil laugh she rakes those long, red nails along the achingly hard length of your cock then walks away leaving you standing there, hands bound and in blindfolded darkness!
*** Authors note: At this point I 'think' this is going to be a one-shot but I never know what I'll be in the mood to write so it may be expanded on! Thank you and please review! ***
You hear her coming but cannot see her as you stand against the wall your arms restrained above your head. You are naked to the waist and your eyes have been blindfolded. Before your eyes were covered though you had a chance to glimpse her various toys, some known, others rather foreign in their appearance, although you are quite sure that before she is done with you, will know very well their intended purpose!
You hear her enter and walk across the floor. You turn your head, your covered eyes attempting to follow her path across the room, your mind's eye trying, but failing, to recall the room in which you are and the placement of various objects. You hear her throaty laugh, knowing that she has chosen the first of her toys which will be used to bring you to your knees before her, begging her to stop but at the same time pleading with her to never release you! Her steps come towards you, they stop. She is not touching you but you know she is right before you for you can feel the heat radiating from her body and smell the scent of leather from her clothing. Not speaking a word you feel her touch, fingernails, long and polished blood red, being traced along you jaw, down your throat and across your bare chest. You hold your breath as her hand stops just at the waist of your jeans, but release it in a gasp as she pulls up hard on the waist band farther tightening the materials confinement on your ever hardening cock. Again, that throaty laugh at your discomfort, "I am in charge, do you understand?" The self-assured control in her husky voice leaves no room for disagreement. Only your complete acceptance of this fact gets her to release her hold on your jeans. The relief however is short lived. You feel her hand slipping between the waist of your jeans and the warm flesh of your abdomen, those long nails reaching ever closer towards your arousal as you feel her leather clad body pressing up against your naked chest. Firm breasts press to your chest, writhing hips grind against your side as those nails tease, torment, your cock into a state of arousal so intense you feel as though you are going to scream. And scream you do, as with a throaty, evil laugh she rakes those long, red nails along the achingly hard length of your cock then walks away leaving you standing there, hands bound and in blindfolded darkness!
*** Authors note: At this point I 'think' this is going to be a one-shot but I never know what I'll be in the mood to write so it may be expanded on! Thank you and please review! ***