Then, miraculously, she stopped. It was only a short reprieve, however. She switched to a fur mitt and repeated the torture. I couldn’t stand another stroke and cried out. I’d had enough of her teasing and desperately needed to touch her. More than that, I wanted to ram my cock into her. She had reduced me to a blathering idiot and I was willing to beg, do practically anything at this point to get off.
That’s when I learned her most important rule of all, number three: “I need to come—often.” That meant her, of course.
Diana got on the bed and lowered her pussy to inches over my face. Close enough to smell her musky womanly aroma, but too far for my extended tongue to reach.
“Want me, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Make me come.”
She lowered herself close enough for me to reach her with my mouth. I alternately pulled and sucked her engorged clit with my lips before whipping my tongue across it. She was already wet and I thrust my tongue in and out, her essence smearing across my face as she gyrated her hips to meet my thrusts. Then she became so hot she practically smothered me by grinding her pussy into my face. I nearly couldn’t lick or suck fast enough to keep up with her movements. I was able to bring her to climax quickly, but I’d become a ticking bomb close to coming myself. I watched her body tremble as the expression on her face changed to one of total absorption. When her orgasm was over, she slid down my chest to my straining cock, leaving a wet trail of love juice in her wake.
Diana had to know how crazy she was making me. Even so, she continued the sweet torture by only grazing my cock with her wet pussy. I tried to raise my body from the bed in order to reach her, but to no avail. Finally, just as I thought I’d die, she stopped her teasing and lowered herself onto my straining rod. I filled her completely, emitting a sigh. But she still didn’t give me permission to come. She knew she was tormenting me as she slowly moved up and down. I could detect a look of pure, evil lust in her eyes. She was going well beyond the realm of torture. I wanted to explode right then and there, but feared breaking her damn rule. My feverish mind debated coming, anyway. Once I got off, I could stand whatever she dished out. One glance at the whip, though, and my thoughts of rebellion—and relief—were gone.
My agony was now off the charts and increased tenfold as her movement began to pick up speed. I watched as her eyes closed and her face grew tight. I gritted my teeth, thought of stuff as unrelated to sex as possible, trying in the worst way to control my ejaculation. She began to tremble as a soft moan passed her lips. Then she blessed me with the words I longed to hear the most. “You may now come.”
Before I could act on the order, however, she lifted herself off my cock and reversed her body, changing the angle that my shaft was entering her pussy. It gave me a gorgeous view of her pussy lips and perfectly round ass. Since I wasn’t able to touch her because of my restraints, she did all the work. She began to move slowly. Just watching my cock move in and out of her was one of the most tantalizing sights in the world. Then she began to move faster and faster. That pushed me over the edge. I exploded inside her. My climax continued for minutes—longer than any I’d ever experienced before. It was so intense that my entire body shook.
Diana smiled. “Good slave. Here’s your treat,” she said, turning around and lowering one of her luscious tits to my mouth. I suckled greedily. And found that I was getting aroused once more.
She undid my restraints and led me off the bed and out of the room into the kitchen, of all places. I was pushed down into a chair and she straddled me. She began to move seductively slow at first, up my semi-hard cock and then down. I could feel my blood surging toward it and engorging it until I filled her completely. She soon moved faster, giving me permission to touch her tits, which were bouncing through the cutouts in her vest.
I grabbed her nipples, tugging and fanning them with my fingers. She seemed to enjoy that and began to grind her bottom into me each time she came down. I suckled one nipple and then the other. She didn’t seem to mind, so I wasn’t punished for the infraction. She had one more orgasm and allowed me to come, as well. That last climax sapped whatever little strength I had left. Diana seemed just as exhausted.
“You may take off your mask, slave.”
I did so and the cooler air in the room immediately started to dry my sweaty head. Next she began to remove all the rest of the hardware I was wearing.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked, in a non-dominatrix tone of voice.
I had no words to describe what I’d just experienced.
“Would you like to do it again—with a different routine?”
“Yeah…I would.”
Before tonight, I’d never have believed I’d be into that kind of stuff. But I knew I was hooked. I must have gone over to the dark side, and man, was it something.
“Good.” She smiled. We set another date.
* * *
Before long I’d become a true slave to Lady Di and my own crazy fantasies. I was addicted. Somehow the thin line between pleasure and pain had become merged. And I couldn’t get enough of it. Despite all the domination, I still continued a normal relationship with Diana. The weirdest thing of all was that I wasn’t certain which
