“Then you got the right girl,” she says. “Because there’s nothing I like better than to be in control of my man. Especially a wanna-be tough guy like you. I bet you boss people around all day, don’t you? Always getting everyone to do whatever you want, whenever you want it.”
“Something like that.”
“Well not tonight, mister. Tonight you’re my toy. My little boy toy. You got that?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Damn right you do,” she says. And then she put her hands on my chest and shoves, pushing me backwards. I stumble back a few steps but she’s already on top of me, pushing me again, more gently this time, moving with me, backing me up until my butt is touching the wall.
She runs her hand up and down my chest, pressing up against me with hips, her mouth mere centimeters from mine, her eyes boring into me with deadly seriousness.
“You like that, don’t you,” she says. It’s not a question but a statement of fact. “You like me pushing you around, putting my hands wherever I want, not even asking for permission.”
I swallow and nod my head.
“What about this?” she says, dropping her hand down to my cock and grabbing it. “You like this too?”
“Yes.”
She squeezes my cock tighter, making me gasp. “Yes, what?” she asks sharply.
“Yes, mistress.”
“That’s better,” she says. And then she kneels down in front of me and starts rubbing my hard cock. It’s trapped against my pants, pushing into the material with nowhere to go but still she rubs it some more, making it harder and harder still, smiling at my discomfort. But still she rubs. I groan lightly. She giggles and rubs some more. I groan again, louder this time.
“Shut up and take it,” she says in a harsh voice. “Don’t make another fucking sound until I tell you to.”
“Yes mistress,” I say.
She smacks my balls. I wince in pain.
“Did I tell you to speak?”
I shake my head no.
“That’s a good boy,” she says. “And just for that you’re going to get rewarded.”
She undoes my zipper, sticks her hand inside my pants. She caresses my cock, slowly playing her finger up and down the shaft. It’s still folded up against my pants, threatening to poke a hole in the material.
When she finally unfolds my cock it pops out of the open zipper like a jack-in-the-box. She places her palm under it as if weighing it.
“Not bad,” she says. “Not bad at all.”
She spits on my cock and begins to stroke it. She looks up at me. “Do you want me to suck it?” she says, still stroking as she talks.
I nod.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you to suck my cock.”
“Beg for it,” she says, still stroking.
“Please,” I say, the words coming out at no more than a whisper. “Suck my cock. Please, Mistress. Please suck my cock.”
She sticks her tongue out, licks the tip. I shudder. She looks up at me and smiles. Laughs. Shakes her head.
“Sorry,” she says. “It’s not going to happen. Not yet, at least. Torturing you is just too much fun.”
Then she cups my balls in her hand, drops down farther onto her knees, and scoots further under me. I lean back against the wall, slide my feet out away from it, and then my hips, creating a bridge. Giving her more room to work and myself a better angle to see what she’s doing.
She slips her hand up my scrotum and pinches it off just below my cock, creating a little pocket. She licks my sack, then suckles one of my balls, playing with it in her mouth. Then she does the same with other. She opens her mouth wider and takes them both at the same time. Bounces them off one another. Sucks on them, creating a vacuum with her mouth. Increasing the pressure.
I shudder, focus all my energy on not blowing my load. She senses this and relaxes the pressure while still continuing to suck. With my balls in her mouth she lays my cock on top of her face alongside her nose. She takes my cock in her hand and strokes it. Lets my balls fall from her mouth.
She scoots back and smiles up at me, a mocking, “I own you” smile. She is still on her knees. She is still stroking my cock.
My legs are trembling. My breath is ragged. The pressure is nearly unbearable. If she would just take me in her mouth I would cum within a matter of seconds and then I could die a happy man.
“Please,” I say.
“Please, what?”
“Please suck my cock.”
She tilts her head, eyes me with menace.
“Please suck my cock, mistress,” I say.
Her glare softens. She seems to think about it for a moment. Then, to my dismay, she stands up and says, “Nah, I don’t think so. You haven’t earned it yet.”
Her hand is still on my cock and she uses it to drag me towards the bed. My pants are still down around my ankles so I have to shuffle madly to keep from falling.
I start to beg her again but she turns and slaps me in the face.
“Shut up,” she says. “Did I tell you to speak to me?”
I shake my head.
“That’s right.” She turns me and pushes me down onto the bed. “So you just take your clothes off and lie down on your back and get ready to make yourself useful.”
“Yes mistress.”
I do as I am told, slipping out of my clothes while she goes over and has another glass of wine. She ignores me completely, as though I’m not even there, and this just turns me on even more. Finally I’m naked. I
