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Another Domination Fantasy
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Another Domination Fantasy The room is bare except for him, a chair and a table. On the table are various things that I will use to humiliate and eventually break him. The harsh strip lighting hanging from the ceiling only serves to make the space seem even more bleak. Closing the door behind me, he lifts his head to look at me. I am wearing a red PVC jacket and mini skirt, along with my favourite knee length black PVC high heeled boots. The jacket is zipped up to my neck, and fits me like a second, ruby coloured skin. The skirt barely comes down below my arse. My footsteps echo around the room as I walk over to him. He is bound by rope around his chest and up over his shoulder to a steel ring fixed to the ceiling. He is not standing, but semi-kneeling, with the ropes around his chest taking his weight. His hands are bound behind his back, and his ankles are also securely tied together behind him. I stand in front of him, and look him up and down. Closer now, I can see that he has shaved his pubic hair and testicles. Probably in the belief that it would make his pathetic cock look bigger. It needs too, as semi erect it is barely 3 inches long. Still it will suffice, for what I have planned. I move closer and pull up my skirt to reveal to him my shaven, pierced pussy. His cock twitches as he gazes upon it. Slowly I turn around and bend over, presenting my arse about a foot from his face. "Would you like to lick it?", I ask. "Yes, Mistress", he replies. "That, is the right answer", and I push my arsehole closer to face. He leans towards me, straining against his bindings, but he barely manages to flick the skin with his tongue. I move a bit closer, and now I can start to feel him properly work his way around my anus and perineum. "Lick harder!", I command him, but he can't manouver himself any closer because of his ties. So, I reach around behind me and grab hold of the back of his head and force it into my arse. "HARDER, I SAID!". He gets the message and I can feel his tongue frantically licking and and his nose squashed up against me. The climactic sensations in my cunt start to build, but then, frustratingly start to die away. I release him..."Useless. Absolutely useless. I think you need reminding of what happens when you fail to please me". "Sorry, Mistress. It won't happen again, I promise, Mistress". Angered by this, I pick up a cat-o-nine tails from the table and bring down over his cock. Not too hard, but hard enough to remind him of what is expected of him. A sharp intake of breath as the pain registers, "Sorry, Mistress. It won't happen again." I whip his cock again, just to get the message across. "It had better not." I put the cat-o-nine tails down and pick up the leather ball stretching parachute. I fix it round his scrotum and add some weights. His balls stretch slightly. Sadly, because of his semi-kneeling position and as such<b> proximity </font></b>to the floor, I can't add any big weights, there just isn't the room. So I tug gently on the weights, increasing his discomfort. He gives out a gentle moan, and his cock starts to harden again. I stand in front of him again, and as before turn, bend over a press my anus into his face. "Now, try again to make me cum." He starts licking frantically, using his nose to stimulate me as well as his tongue. Again I reach around and force his face deeper into me. "HARDER!". I feel my orgasm start to build again. Pleasurable waves of ecstasy seeming to radiate from my cunt all over my body, like the epicenter of an earthquake. Eventually as I reach my climax, I force his head even harder into me, and scream as my pussy juices flood over his face and down my leg. I let him go, stand and turn around to face him. "Now, isn't that better?", I ask. "Yes, Mistress." Despite the intensity of my orgasm, I feel strangely unfulfilled. So I pull over the chair, and hitching up my skirt, sit 2 feet in front of him, legs spread invitingly. Slowly and deliberately I start to caress my PVC clad upper body, working my way slowly down towards my wet pussy. As my fingers gently caress my swollen lips, I glance down to see his cock hardening, and balls straining against the parachute. I decide that, rather than pleasuring myself, he should pleasure me, so I move the chair closer and lift my legs over his shoulders and wrap them around his neck so that he can lick my pussy. The ropes are now supporting his weight and partly my weight, and this forces him to push up slightly. A sharp intake of breath, gives away his obvious discomfort. "The faster, you make me cum, then the quicker my weight will be off you". His head leans towards my cunt and his tongue expertly stimulates my pierced clitoris. I hate to admit it, but he is very good at this. I urge him on and tell him that if he succeeds in making me cum again, I will allow him to fuck me. It has the desired effect and using his lips, tongue and teeth, he kisses, nibbles and licks me to another beautiful climax. "Despite a disappointing start, you were very good." I tell him, "so, I will now let you fuck me". "Thank you, Mistress." I release him from his bindings and get him to lay down on the table. Reaching down, I remove the parachute from his balls and start to caress his cock. Almost instantly, it grows in my hand. It is still no more than 4 or 5 inches, and certainly no match in size for some of the toys I am used to playing with, but a cock is a cock. Bending over him, I gently blow on the tip of his penis, and flick the tip of my tongue across his glans. It is now rock hard and twitching uncontrollably as I lick its length. I fear he may not be able to last, such is his anticipation. I climb on the table and stand astride him directly over his cock, stroking my still wet, dripping, beautiful cunt. I dare not pause as I don't want to miss the sensation of his cum inside me, so I lower myself down to sit on his cock. He lets out a small moan of satisfaction, as at last he can feel my warm, soft pussy wrapped around him. I begin to rock gently backwards and forwards and undo the zip on my PVC top to reveal my tits. His now free hands go to reach out and touch them. "DON'T!" I cry. "Who gave you permission to touch my breasts?" and I slap his arm away. "Look. Don't touch. Understand?". I can barely hear him acknowledge over his moans of ecstasy. My rocking motion gains momentum as I can feel his cock ready to explode inside me. When it does, I can feel his hot cum shooting up inside, and slowly dribbling back down again. Out of me and all over him. I finally get off of his cock and down off the table, at last feeling that my desires have been satisfied for the time being. "Get off of the table, and sit on the chair", I instruct him. He does so, his cock now limp and sticky with a mixture of his cum and my pussy juices. He sits, and I begin to tie him again, this time around his chest, to the back of the chair. When finished, I turn around and say nothing, leaving him with his thoughts. |
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