0 comments/ 35427 views/ 3 favorites Mistress Desires By: Lizette The Mistress stood and watched her pet squirm. His ass, a glowing blush from her firm hand. He whimpered, but never asked for absolution...he knew if he did, she would give him more. There he was, on all fours...a lovely collar around his neck with a chain leading back to the palm of his seductive Mistress. "My little pet, your Mistress desires more." "Yes Mistress." She sat in her leather chair, spreading her legs. "Crawl to me pet." She pulled on the chain...while pet crawled to her. "Taste your Mistress...do it now pet." Pet leaned forward...her enticing scent filled him. His tongue flicked back and forth over her clit, causing her back to arch. He then thrust his tongue deep inside her, his head moving side to side frantically. He wanted nothing more than to please his Mistress. She grabbed his head, pulling him into her more...more...more. "Yes, pet...Mmmmm." She came and pet dutifully licked and sucked his Mistress dry, never letting one drop escape his beautiful mouth. She leaned back, spent and completely content. Stroking his head, she gazed at him. "You've done quite well...now, let me show you what your Mistress will do when you are good...stand up pet." She knelt before him...taking his huge cock into her hand, stroking it, kissing it. Her tongue, tracing the outline of the head...then licking down the length of his shaft, then back up again, her other hand massaging his swollen balls. Licking down further, taking his balls into her mouth, she began sucking them gently... then more furtively as her hand on his cock began stroking faster and faster. Then just as he seemed to explode, she put his entire cock in her mouth...deep-throating him. Her head moved up and down in quick succulent motions. His hips thrusting faster and faster to meet her movements. He grabbed her head, forcing his cock into her deeper and deeper...then he came. His cum shooting down her throat and she swallowing eagerly. She stood, "Very nice pet...that'll do. Now, back on all fours...come, follow me." She lead him into another room, pet crawling behind his beautiful Mistress. She opened a large door..."There pet, on the bed." She unhooked the chain. Pet laid down, his cock fully erect again. Mistress straddled him..."Now, I'm going to fuck you pet." She sat down on his cock, slowly allowing him to enter her hot pussy. She moved up and down, side to side..."Lets make this a bit more interesting, shall we?" She rang a bell...and in walked another slave...a female slave. "Come here kitten. Bring Mistress her desires." Kitten brought over a tray with a candles, a blindfold, clamps and of course, Mistress's riding crop. "Come kitten, join us." Kitten crawled onto the bed...Mistress leaned over and kissed her, fondling her breasts at the same time. Pet was overwhelmed with desire. Kitten laid back and spread her legs wide...Mistress started licking up kitten's leg...then down the other. She came back up and began kissing kittens wet pussy. Her tongue thrusting inside her...then taking her clit into her mouth, sucking...harder and harder. "Pet, I want you to fuck me while I eat her." Pet knelt behind Mistress, entering her. His cock thrusting in and out...hard and fast while Mistress continued licking and sucking kitten's pussy. Moan's of pleasure echoed through the room. Kitten came...while Mistress eagerly swallowed...Mistress laid down next to her and pet continued masturbating himself, spewing his cum on both of their faces...they taking turns licking it off. "Come pet, lay down here." Pet obeyed his Mistress, of course. She blindfolded him and tied his hands behind his head. He could hear the lighter as Mistress lit the candle. Kitten watched as Mistress dripped wax onto pet's chest. A drop here, a drop there. "Hot, isn't it pet?" "Yes, Mistress." She removed the blindfold...and placed the clamps over his hard nipples. She then attached a small chain to them. She tugged just a bit... "Mmmmm, hurt so good, doesn't it pet?" "Yes Mistress." She had him rollover and attached the chain to the headboard. He was very enticing there, on all fours, being attached by his nipples. Mistress knelt behind him. "Have you ever wanted to be fucked pet...really fucked?" He turned his head to see his Mistress there with an enormous dildo strapped on. She was stroking it like a man strokes his own cock. She smiled devilishly at him...."Well pet?" "Yes Mistress, fuck me." She slowly entered him...he squirmed, but did not scream out loud. Gingerly, she thrust the dildo into his ass...fucking him. Her hands on his hips, grabbing and pulling him towards her. His back arched when she spanked him with the riding crop while she fucked him. "Kitten, get under him and suck his cock while I fuck him...do it now kitten." Kitten crawled underneath, taking his cock into her mouth. She began deep-throating him while Mistress fucked his ass. Pet moaned as Mistress spanked and fucked him...and kitten of course, sucked his cock. He exploded into kitten's mouth. "Swallow every drop kitten...every drop." She obeyed her Mistress, of course. Mistress undid his chain and removed the clamps. They kissed deeply...tongues massaging each other. "Yes, pet, that'll do...it is, what Mistress desires." Mistress Desires Your Service Friday 1:45 pm "All right girls and boys, time to put the pillows away and get ready to go back to your classrooms" Deirdre announced, closing the storybook and rising from the floor. "Awww, Ms. Tay-lor! One more story!" several kindergarteners called out in unison. "Not this time," came the reply. And as usual, it was met with more groans and sighs. Ms. Taylor exchanged rueful glances with the students' teachers as they trudged to follow her commands to put pillows away, gather their things and form lines to return to their respective classrooms. Such was the usual Friday afternoon end of story time routine. She, smiled and patted heads, returned hugs and said goodbye as each of the 25 kindergarteners made their way out of the small school Library. Now that she was alone, she smiled a different sort of smile as she thought of what she'd done on Monday to set events in motion to assure that the weekend that lay before her would be a memorable one. On Monday, she'd summoned her submissive. She pictured his face when he'd heard her voice on his voicemail. Her messages were always direct. "Your Mistress desires your service. You will receive an email later today with all of the instructions you will need. I expect a prompt reply." The voicemail had been sent in the wee hours of the morning, a time when she was certain the submissive would have been asleep. She loved catching him unawares. The email spelled out the details of when and what she required of him. They lived in different cities and one of her favorite tasks for him was finding a new place to meet. She would choose the date. His assignment would be finding suitable accommodations for their sessions. A weekend meeting like this only required that the drive be relatively short. Each of them would have a 4- hour drive this time, a small price to pay for the pleasures that awaited them. His reply had indeed been prompt. He'd left a voicemail for her as well. "Mistress, it is my desire to please you, always." She'd smiled and pressed the button to save this message. His voice held just the right amount of anticipation and desire. In the days that followed, he'd contacted her again with information regarding arrangements he'd made for lodging. This time, he'd rented a beach house for the weekend. It was fall. She loved the beach in the fall. And like a good submissive, he'd remembered. She glanced up at the large clock on the wall, 2 PM. "Thirty more minutes and I'm outta here." She busied herself tidying shelves, and willing the time to pass just a little more quickly. A small shiver of anticipation worked its way through her body as she imagined her submissive kneeling before her, ready to please. It had been months since she'd played with him and the thought of him worshiping her body in a few hours brought the familiar warmth between her thighs and she felt her clit press against her lacy panties. She wondered if thoughts of her were having a similar effect on him. "They'd damn well better be!" she muttered through clenched teeth. Friday 7:30 PM – The Beach house Deirdre consulted the Map quest directions she'd printed from her computer and took the final turn onto the private lane that led to the beach house. "Perfect", she thought to herself. "Nice and private." She pulled her car up alongside his SUV and turned off the engine. He immediately came outside and was soon beside the car, opening the door. "Hello, my Queen." He said softly, his lips brushing her cheek as she rose from behind the steering wheel. "Garrett," she breathed his name against his ear hugging him in greeting. He stepped away from her and moved toward the back of the car, deftly removing her car keys from her hand with practiced grace. "I'll get your bags." With her familiar backpack 'toy bag' flung over his shoulder, he pulled her wheeled suitcase behind him and followed her up the short staircase onto the wide porch and to the door. He reached past her and opened the door. Deirdre stepped in onto a beautiful hardwood floor that had been polished to a high sheen. A huge stone fireplace dominated the two-story great room. Tasteful mission style furniture, colorful rugs and several lit candles on the mantle and tables gave the room a warm cozy feel. He stood behind her as she looked all around the room, waiting. "Very nice." She said approvingly. "Bedroom and bath are upstairs" Garrett said moving toward the staircase in the far corner of the room. "And there's a hot tub on the deck out there" he said nodding toward a set of French doors that flanked the fireplace as he passed them. He carried her bags up the stairs and into the bedroom. Deirdre stretched and shook off some of the road weariness. She'd explore the beach house soon enough. For now, she moved into the great room and seated herself on the leather sofa directly opposite the fireplace. Garrett had laid everything in readiness for a fire. Soon he returned from upstairs. She noticed that he'd removed his clothes and now wore boxer briefs, as she required. She admired his thickset muscular frame. He came and knelt before her. "It is my desire to please you always, Mistress. I've started a bath. Juice, wine and water are chilling in the kitchen as instructed. What would you like to drink?" She leaned forward and caressed his face raising his gaze to meet hers. She smiled "You've done well, Garrett. I'll have a glass of Cranberry juice." "Yes, Ma'am." He rose quickly went into the kitchen. Friday 8:30 – After the Bath Deirdre liked her bath time alone. She used this quiet time to reflect and relax. When she was almost ready to get out of the tub, she called to Garrett. A few moments later, she heard his soft knock at the door. "Come." He entered and stood ready with the heated bath sheet he'd just taken from the dryer in the laundry room downstairs. He slowly and carefully dried every inch of her body, and then followed her into the bedroom and reverently applied body oil to her still damp skin. He began at her feet and worked his way up slowly, carefully until he'd massaged every inch of her. His breath had quickened by the time he was done and Deirdre noticed the unmistakable evidence of his arousal indicated at the front of his briefs. "Take these off," she said softly, tugging at his waistband. He quickly complied. She stood facing him, so close her full breasts brushed against his chest. He obediently kept his hands at his sides, knowing not to touch Mistress without express permission or invitation. She reached down and caressed his sac, then shaft watching his expression as she stroked him. She could feel him throbbing in her hand. "Garrett, I want you to shave me tonight, she murmured against his ear" as she smoothly stroked him. He groaned as she used her thumb to smear a small amount of pre-cum around on the head of his now twitching dick. She released him, and moved to sit on a low oversized ottoman near the foot of the bed, spreading a towel beneath her. "Go and get what you need to shave me," she commanded. In a few moments he returned carrying a basin, more towels a razor and shaving cream. He moved a lamp closer to the ottoman and knelt between Deirdre's spread legs. He used warm water from the basin to moisten her closely trimmed pubic hair and worked the shaving cream into lather. Slowly and carefully he shaved. As he shaved, she became more and more aroused. Her lips became fuller and her clitoris stood out more. He became intoxicated by the smell of her heated sex. His erection was almost painful and her clitoris was as hard and as fat as he'd ever seen it. "Mistress, May I please you?" he asked. He was almost breathless with desire. She did not speak. Instead she reached out to him and pressed his face into her freshly shaven pussy. He immediately began sucking on her swollen clit and she rocked her hips back and forth moaning in pleasure. He adjusted his position and soon she felt him press a finger deep inside her, all the while never letting up the suction on her clitoris. The searching finger found its mark; her G-spot and a wave of pleasure caused her to arch her back and cry out. A rush of wetness flowed from her and Garrett moaned in response. Her legs started to tremble and she knew it would be just a few seconds now. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. She pressed Garrett's face right up into her and ground her pussy into his face as she came. When she relaxed her grip, he kissed her thighs and pussy softly then rested his head on her Mont of Venus. They lay like that for a few moments then he asked, "Would you like something to drink, Mistress?" "No, I'm ok right now," she almost whispered. She moved to lie on the bed. "Come up here with me." He followed her onto the bed and curled beside her, with his head on her stomach. He placed a hand on her thigh. "May I please you more?" "Not just yet, Garrett," she chuckled "at least not that way. I have something else in mind in a little while." She caressed his back as she spoke. She noticed that he was still hard and throbbing. "Lie on your back and place your hands at your sides, palms flat on the bed" He rolled over easily and positioned himself as he'd been told. "Spread your legs" She commanded, moving to give him room. "That's it. Now move to the center of the bed. Good" She stood beside the bed for a few moments admiring his naked body. His erection was pressed against his stomach now and a small pool of pre-cum was forming. "I'm not going to restrain you, but if you move, you will be punished, do you understand me?" "Yes Mistress." "Remain exactly in the position you are in." She ran her hands up and down his body lightly, caressing his chest, his stomach, his thighs, his calves, then back up again slowly, rhythmically, never once touching his cock or his balls though he longed and almost ached for her to do so. After a while she focused her attention on his now erect nipples. She allowed her fingertips to tease them; she pinched them first lightly, then gradually harder and harder. He groaned, and she noticed that he had closed his hands into fists. She leaned close to his ear and whispered,"You moved" She tapped the back of one of his hands lightly with a fingernail. "I said palms flat." She stepped away briefly and moved to her toy bag. She took out her favorite toys….the nipple clips. She pinched and teased his nipples again placing one clip then the other. She placed a hand against his chest and felt his heartbeat quicken as she tightened the clips on each nipple. He moaned as she blew her warm breath against the sensitized tips. His muscles tightened in an effort to remain still beneath her touch. She moved away from him and returned to her toy bag then went to sit on the ottoman. "Come here Garrett" He rose from the bed and went to her. He stood before her, the clips painfully tight on his nipples, his body on fire from her touch. She reached and stroked his hard cock up and down. "You are making your Mistress very happy, tonight Garrett." She said as she stroked him. She focused her attention on the sensitive underside, a particularly responsive spot for him just below the head and ran her thumb back and forth along the ridge there, smiling when warm wetness flowed from the tip. She placed her other hand between her own thighs and stroked her clit lightly. She didn't want to cum, only to create more wetness. When her sex was wet enough for Garrett to hear it, she instructed him to lie across her lap and place his dick between her thighs, right up against her smooth lower lips. Being that close to her warm slit yet unable to enter her was almost enough to send him over the edge and she knew it. She closed her thighs around him and felt him throb in response. She felt her clitoris harden again. Holding him like this always had this effect. "You had better not cum until I say you can. Do you understand me?" she said as she caressed his buttocks. "Yes, Mistress." "Tell me why you are here." "It is my desire to please you always", came the reply as the first blow fell. She spanked him at varying speeds and intensities. His hips bucked slightly stroking his dick between her thighs and against her clit. She felt herself becoming wetter and hotter and felt him growing even harder. She settled into a rhythm now and slowly increased the speed and force of the blows, massaging and caressing his muscular buttocks between spanks and squeezing his ever-hardening dick between her warm wet thighs. She used her left hand to lightly caress his lower back and the top of his buttocks while she spanked with her right. At times she trailed the nails of her left hand up and down his back, creating an overload of sensations on Garrett's body. Soon both were moaning and breathing heavily as her right hand made contact again and again. She slowed, wanting to draw their session out as long as possible, loving the delicious anticipation. She reached to the floor beside the ottoman and retrieved the magnetized weights for the nipple clamps and put them in place now. The clamps painfully pulled his nipples downward. She reached underneath to tease the tips of his nipples with the fingertips of her left hand now. Her right hand tenderly caressed his nicely warmed buttocks and then gave him a few quick sharp spanks on the tender lower halves. He moaned at the increased sensations. She smiled to herself. She loved the way Garret gave himself to her with total abandon. Occasionally as she spanked, she would allow a finger to slide between his butt cheeks. From time to time, a fingertip grazed his asshole, teasing him and sending new sensations up and down his spine. Garrett squirmed and moaned in response. She set a steady rhythm, varying the intensity of the blows. Sometimes caressing, sometimes delivering a blow that would cause Garrett to gasp, but all the while tightening her thighs around his throbbing shaft, with each blow. She picked up the small bottle of lubricant that was on the ottoman beside her and held it above his buttocks squeezing some of the clear liquid onto the crack of his ass and watching it disappear between his cheeks. She pressed a finger into the cleft and worked the lubricant around and into his tight asshole. She then lifted a slim vibrator from beside her as well it's curved tip perfect for stimulating the prostate. She slowly and carefully worked it back and forth easing more and more into him until it was fully inside. "Go lie on the bed" she said. He quickly moved to comply. Crawling up on to the bed then lying on his back. She straddled his face first, and he reached up and pulled her hips down to him, eagerly licking her dripping pussy. Instinctively he found the most sensitive spot on her clitoris and began flicking his tongue across it rapidly. Deirdre sat down on Garrett's face completely, grinding into it as she came for the second time that evening, gasping and crying out. She quickly moved down and reached underneath him to switch on the vibe. She straddled, Garrett, taking him in a single thrust and began riding him hard and fast. He met her thrusts wildly. Soon he was moaning and crying out as her muscles and the vibe worked their magic. "Mistress, may I cum, please?" he asked hoarsely. "Hold on just a little longer," she whispered in his hear as she leaned forward to hold him closer. "Hold your breath." He did as she instructed. Holding on as long as he could, then panting his request again, this time more urgently. "Just a little longer, my pet, " she whispered in his ear slowing slightly. Reaching behind her this time to bury the vibe deeper inside him pressing it right up against his engorged prostate. When the request for release came the third time, she knew by the urgency in his voice that he was at the breaking point. "Yes, Now….baby..NOW!" The orgasm seemed to rend itself from deep within Garrett's soul. And he was stunned by it's intensity. Mistress' pussy muscles milked his seed from him while the vibe simultaneously nudged his prostate forcing it to empty itself. His body bucked wildly and he wanted more than anything to drive himself as deeply as possible. Mistress matched each stroke perfectly, her strong thighs wrapped around his hips, leaning close now her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, urging him on. "Yes, that's it…give it to me. Don't hold back." As if he had a choice. And in a rush, the wave swept through him, leaving him entirely spent. He didn't remember her removing the vibe or moving to his side. Yet when he came to his senses again, this was the case. He lay with his head on her chest and her softly stroking his back. And he hoarsely and softly said, "It is my desire to please you always, Mistress." She bent to kiss his forehead. "And you please me well, my pet" was her reply. With that, she reached down and pulled up the covers and they each fell into an exhausted sleep. Mistress Desires Your Service Ch. 02 Saturday 7AM Garrett awoke and for a few moments just laid silently spoon fashion behind Deirdre. He breathed in the smell of her and slightly tightened his arm around her waist. As he listened to her quiet breathing, he marveled at how at times like his he was always overcome with such an intense desire to protect, care for and always to please the woman in his arms. He recalled her words from the night before; "You are making your Mistress very happy tonight, Garrett." And once again felt the same mixture of pride, and happiness, and desire. He eased silently out of bed and headed to the shower. 10 AM The rich aroma of Jamaican coffee filled the kitchen. Garrett heard the sound of the shower stop and knew that in a few moments Mistress would be downstairs. He poured a fresh cup of coffee and added the proper amounts of sugar and cream and placed it on the table. He opened the refrigerator and took out the bowl of cantaloupe, strawberries and pineapple he'd sliced earlier and spooned some into a smaller bowl and placed it on the table. He briefly wondered what his staff at the office would think to see their boss in the kitchen clad only in boxer briefs busily preparing breakfast for his Mistress. He chuckled to himself to think what they must have made of his erratic behavior of the past week and his sudden "illness" on Friday. He hardly ever took a day off, but getting to the beach house ahead of Mistress, and making sure things were in order had required it. He folded a napkin and placed it beside the bowl of fruit and added a fork, just as Deirdre stepped into the kitchen. "Good morning, Pet" she said. She wore a short white silk robe loosely tied at the waist and nothing else. The white fabric made a nice contrast against her smooth brown skin. Her hair was casually pulled back into a loose ponytail. "Good Morning Mistress." Garrett greeted her in the center of the kitchen and she playfully pinched one of his nipples. He winced as its soreness reminded him of last night's play. A wicked gleam flickered in her eyes as she saw this. "Mmmmmmmm, coffee smells wonderful," she said walking toward the table. He watched her as she walked, admiring the easy comfort she had with her body. Deirdre was curvy, buxom, but unlike many women above a size 12, she was not in any way self-conscious. Instead she moved like a woman whose body had been worshiped well and often. Indeed, Garrett would without hesitation pay homage to her at this moment if she so wished. He felt his cock stir at the thought. Deirdre turned and sat at the table and caught him admiring her body and smiled a secret smile, which she hid with a raised coffee cup. As she ate breakfast, she asked Garrett about his work and learned of what new developments there had been in his life during the months since they'd last seen each other, and she told him of hers. As they talked, Garrett moved about the kitchen, preparing a marinade and placing steaks in it that would later be grilled for dinner. He came to refill her coffee cup and she placed a hand on his arm. "Sit a while with me Garrett." He sat with her, placing the coffee pot on the table nearby. She stroked his thigh underneath the table. God he loved having her hands on him. She looked thoughtful for a moment and Garrett wondered if she had something serious on her mind. But then she blinked, and smiled at him. And that old familiar surge of protectiveness and pride and desire flooded through him again. She lightly brushed her palm against his chest, making contact with his tender nipples again and sending a tingle through his body. "I really enjoyed you last night." She said, that wicked gleam returning to her eyes again. "It is my desire to please you always," he replied automatically. "Is it?" she asked, leaning closer, her lips almost touching his as she spoke. Her hands roamed over his body caressing his chest and his thighs. He felt weak with desire. "Yes, Mistress, always, " he whispered. "Hmmmmmmm. We shall see," she said moving to stand in front of him. She straddled the chair he was sitting on and opened her robe. She sat on Garrett's lap and wrapped her legs tightly around the chair. He could feel the soft/firmness of her buttocks pressed against him and the heat of her. He knew she felt his growing erection. "What time is it Garrett?" He blinked in surprise at her question. He looked at the clock on the stove on the other side of the Kitchen. "It's 11:00 AM Mistress." He replied, slightly confused. "Alright," she said. "At 11:00 PM, if you have been very, very good, I may let you cum. But until then, your only concern, your only desire is to please me. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress." Deirdre had once told Garrett that the consequence of disobedience would be that she'd stay away from him longer. He could hardly bear the months apart now. Therefore, whatever her demand, he strove to comply. She kissed him deeply and hungrily now, and he returned her kisses with corresponding passion. They kissed like this for several minutes then she stood up and took his hand. "Come here" she almost growled her voice husky with desire. He followed her into the living room and she pushed him down onto the sofa, tugging his underwear down past his hips. "I want those off" she demanded. Garrett quickly finished removing them. The look on her face was intense and determined, fiery. Seeing her like this immediately quickened Garrett's pulse as well. She knelt in front of him and spread his legs and began licking his shaft slowly up and down. She trailed her fingernails up and down his inner thighs and Garrett let out a long moan. She spread his legs further apart and moved in to tongue his balls, taking first one gently inside her mouth then the other and his legs started to tremble. She knew all of his secrets, all of his tender and most sensitive places. She looked up at him and smiled then allowed her tongue to travel back up the shaft toward the head swirling around and around before taking just the head between her full soft lips. She worked her lips slowly back and forth over the head and the ridge just behind the head, hearing his moans of pleasure. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of him and his taste. Soon she was taking more and more of him into her mouth working in an easy rhythm. Garrett worked his hips back and forth lost in the pleasure he received from Mistress. She paused, "Remember what I said, Garrett!" He stopped moving. She patted his thigh gently and flicked her tongue back and forth against the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock. He wanted to speak but didn't trust his voice while her tongue was at work there. She chuckled at his silence. "Oh don't worry Garrett. You know how much I love having you in my mouth. You ARE pleasing me right now. You just concentrate on not cumming." With that she began sucking him earnestly again and he had to call upon every technique he'd ever learned to delay orgasm. Gradually she slowed then stopped. She looked up at him. Garrett had his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Even though Deirdre was no longer touching it his dick twitched in the air. He took several deep breaths to compose himself, still feeling as though he were on the edge of orgasm. His heart pounded and he realized he was clutching the cushions of the couch. He opened his eyes and met her gaze. The look that passed between them was one of tenderness and of desire and so much more than either of them could convey. She lay on her back on the floor now and reached out to him. He moved between her legs and began licking her swollen lips, tasting her wetness. She'd become so excited that she opened up to him, like a flower. He spread her lips and concentrated on her hardened clit, quickly flicking his tongue back and forth across the tip. He was rewarded for his effort by it becoming even harder. He pressed the foreskin back and exposed more of the sensitive nub and began sucking it as she'd sucked his dick. His lips formed the perfect suction and she bucked her hips against him as he continued to pleasure her. He probed her with his middle finger, sliding it in to find that familiar roughened g-spot. Her back arched and her moans increased when he made contact. He moaned also, causing a vibration against her clit that sent her spiraling even closer to climax. His dick was so hard it was painful and he wanted nothing more than to bury it inside her at this moment. But right now, he could only work at pleasing Mistress. And please her he would. He pressed harder against her g-spot and sucked harder on her clit. She started to tremble. He knew she was very, very close now and he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could. He worked his finger against her g-spot back and forth harder and harder, never letting up on the suction on her clit. Wetness flowed out of her bathing his hand and he felt her muscles clench inside of her. She arched her back and screamed as her muscles began to spasm. He stroked her like this for a few seconds riding out the orgasm. When the orgasm subsided, he moved to lie beside her and gathered her into his arms holding her like a child as she shuddered uncontrollably. He rocked her in his arms silently for a few moments allowing her to feel the solidity of his presence. She clung to him tightly with her eyes squeezed shut, taking deep breaths willing herself back into control. When she'd regained her composure, she stroked his chest lightly then rolled away from him and stood up. She didn't say anything but instead walked out of the room and up the stairs. Garret watched her go. He was used to her retreating like this. He got up and looked for his underwear. Damn his dick was still rock hard and throbbing. It was going to be a long day. A jumble of emotions went through Deirdre as she walked up the stairs. She needed time and space right now. At times like this she felt most vulnerable. Was she falling in love? "No, he's just well trained" she tried to tell herself. As explosive as the orgasm she'd just experienced had been though, she knew that there was more between she and Garrett than just great sex, she simply refused to deal with it. She reminded herself of the other emotional ties their real lives held. She longed to return to the living room and just lie with Garrett and hold him and be held by him, but she was too afraid of all that that entailed. And so, as usual, she retreated. Saturday 2 PM Deirdre came downstairs after having showered and dressed. She wore a white cotton blouse and jeans casual canvas shoes. "Garrett" she called to him as she reached the bottom of the stairs, suddenly wanting to be close to him again. The house was quiet. She looked in the kitchen. It was empty. Just then she heard the front door open and close. She turned to see him enter. He was still dressed, or undressed rather wearing only the boxer briefs as allowed when they were alone like this. He carried two gift bags in his hands. "I was in a hurry yesterday and I forgot to bring these in." he said. She smiled at him. "Well, I was in a bit of a hurry myself last night," she replied with a warm laugh. She reached to rub his back as he came near her and they walked to the living room together. She sat on the sofa and he sat easily, comfortably at her feet. He offered his first gift. She removed a large dark blue velvet box from amidst beautiful tissue paper. She opened the box to reveal a beautifully crafted crystal clock. This would make a perfect addition to her collection. "Garrett, this is absolutely beautiful. Thank you." She said rewarding him with another of her smiles. He silently handed her his other gift. She reached inside the bag and removed a ring box. She held the box for a second or two before opening it. The slim silver band inside was beautifully designed and had the word GODDESS engraved on it. She lifted it from the box to examine it more closely. As she did so, she noticed that other words were also engraved on the band. In turn, she saw the words DIVA, QUEEN and BITCH respectively. Garrett watched her face, waiting to see what her reaction would be. She laughed when she saw the last. "So you're calling me a bitch, eh?" she said cutting her eyes at Garrett. "Not in a bad way." She shook her head, and slipped the ring onto her finger. She squeezed his shoulder. "Get dressed. Let's go for a walk." Garrett went upstairs. She smiled after him as he went upstairs. Saturday Evening Dusk The sun sank low on the horizon. Deirdre sat in the sand between Garrett's thighs leaning back against his chest. Her eyes were closed and she listened to the sound of the surf. "I have a challenge for you Garrett" she said without opening her eyes. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured against her ear. "I want you to make me cum. BUT...you can't touch me below the waist, " she said shifting so that she was even closer to him. They were alone on the beach now. "If you are successful, I will allow you to cum at 10 instead of 11. If you're NOT successful...you will have to wait until tomorrow morning. Do you accept this challenge Garrett?" Garrett considered the challenge. He had a few questions. "Do I have to make you cum within a certain time limit?" "No, take all the time you need." "May we go inside?" "Yes. Now, Garrett you realize that I'll be resisting. I'm not going to let you get me off all that easily. You'll have to work for it. So, do you accept the challenge?" He briefly tightened his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. "Yes Mistress. I accept the challenge." They rose and walked hand in hand back to the beach house. He turned on a couple of lamps and made a fire in the fireplace. Next he went into the kitchen and returned with a pitcher of juice and glasses. These he sat on the coffee table. Next he sat on the floor, at Deirdre's feet again. "May I begin my challenge now Mistress?" He asked looking up at her, his eyes full of desire. "You may." "May I come up on the sofa with you?" She looked at him and the way he looked at her. Her cheeks felt warm. She nodded her assent. He slowly moved from his place on the floor and came up on the sofa beside her. He cradled her face in his hands and softly, gently began kissing her lips, savoring them, thoroughly tasting them. Garrett knew Deirdre's secrets too. He knew that her lips were almost as sensitive as her breasts. He took his time brushing his lips against hers, nibbling sucking her lower lip into his mouth. He kissed her like this for several minutes until she began to moan. She turned her face away from him, resisting any further kisses. He then turned his attention to her ear, gently kissing her earlobe and using his tongue to delicately probe the opening. He made a trail of kisses along her ear and the side of her neck and she shivered at this new sensation. "Damn! he's been paying attention!" she thought to herself. He continued to kiss her neck and back up to her ear. "Mistress, may I remove your shirt?" he whispered in her ear sending a thrill straight to her pussy. "Not yet Garrett" she said although she really wanted to rip all of her clothes off at this moment. "As you wish, Mistress" Garrett said, knowing Deirdre was going to make him work for this. He slowly turned her face toward his and again began kissing her on the mouth again. When her breathing had quickened, he began running his palms over her breasts. He felt her nipples harden underneath the fabric of her shirt and bra. He allowed his lips to travel to her throat, kissing the hollow there and feeling her rapid pulse. "Mistress, may I please take your shirt off?" "Garrett, I think I need a drink now." Deirdre said stalling. Garrett stopped kissing and stroking Deirdre immediately and moved away from her. He poured her a glass of juice from the pitcher on the coffee table and handed it to her. He fought back an urge to smile when he noticed that her breathing had not quite returned to normal as she took the glass from his hand. He became aware of his own arousal also. He shifted his position now adjusting his hard dick. It throbbed almost painfully. He wanted her so very badly. When she finished her juice and handed him the glass, he asked, "May I continue Mistress?" She looked at him, and smiled that smile. "Oh, yes Garrett!" Garrett knew that since Deirdre had been able to regroup, he'd have to come at her strong to regain some of the intensity that had been lost. He immediately began kissing her lips again, deeply and passionately and at the same time he found one of her nipples and began rolling it between a thumb and forefinger. Deirdre inhaled sharply at this. It was as if the nipple were hotwired directly to her clitoris. And in a few seconds all of the intensity of before was regained. He knew her too well, just as she knew him. When he asked to remove the shirt this time, she allowed him. The bra quickly followed. He bent to one of her breasts, and then licked all around her sensitive areola over and over until she thought she would go crazy from the desire to have him take her nipple into his mouth. He felt her shudder when he began to gently suck on her nipple and gradually increased the pressure. His fingertips teased her other nipple and she moaned and writhed beneath his touch. He slowly and carefully worked on her breasts, gradually building the intensity, and then backing off. Dimly Deirdre wondered how much time had passed since Garrett had begun working on his "challenge." It was completely dark outside, and Deirdre felt like she'd been riding on this wave of pleasure forever. She didn't know how much longer she could hold off now that Garrett was working on her nipples like this. True, the orgasm wouldn't have the same intensity as ones she could experience by other means. But if she relaxed and gave in, she would cum. She strove to distract herself by running her hands over Garrett's chest. He would not allow her to distract him now. He continued to lash his tongue back and forth across her nipple sending sparks right down to her clitoris. She unconsciously pressed her thighs together, feeling herself growing hotter and wetter. "Garrett" she said his name hoarsely. "Yes Mistress," he said around her breast. She felt herself getting closer. She was breathing more heavily now and Garrett knew just what to do to keep her moving toward the crest of this wave. He imagined how hot and wet her pussy must have been at that moment and he longed to tease her clit and drive her to ecstasy. He imagined her nipple was her engorged clitoris and his tongue seemed to dance across its ultra sensitive tip. "Ahhhhhhhh Garrett!" She cried as she tumbled over the edge. The quality of this orgasm was different. It washed through her body gently. He held her for a few moments longer and caressed her body gently. For the second time that day, his dick felt hard enough to cut diamonds. She lay back with her eyes closed for a few moments longer, a contented smile on her face. When she opened her eyes, she reached up to stroke his face. "Well done. So, you do get to cum at 10." She smiled and was silent for a few moments longer, then said, "I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry." She rubbed her stomach for emphasis. "I'll have dinner ready in about half an hour." Garrett went into the kitchen and soon Deirdre heard the sound of running water. After a simple dinner of grilled steaks, a salad and baked potatoes the two returned to the living room. Garrett turned on a portable CD player he'd brought with him and the room was filled with the sound of smooth jazz. They sat quietly listening to the music and enjoying each other's presence. Mistress Desires Your Service Ch. 02 Garrett turned to her, studying her profile, "I filled the hot tub while you were upstairs today, do you want to get in and relax for a while? If I turn it on now it won't take too long to heat up." She considered his suggestion. The hot tub would be nice. "Yeah, let's." He got up and went to prepare the hot tub. The warm water was indeed relaxing. They were both nude and up to their necks in bubbles. Garret's arm was around her shoulders and her head rested on his chest. She'd positioned herself so that the jets massaged her back and legs just right. "Now, I could get used to this," she said smiling. She began to stroke his body under the water. Her hands glided smoothly along his thighs and on his stomach and back up to his chest. Her hand moved between his thighs. She found him hard. He'd wanted her so many times today. She stroked him lightly, teasingly. He wished she'd grip him firmly and really pump his dick hard. He sat still, afraid to move, lest she'd stop touching him. "It should be about 9 now," she whispered in his ear. His cock twitched in her hand. She squeezed him a little harder. She moved his hand between her thighs. He knew what she wanted. He used his middle finger and found her clit easily tapping it lightly then stroking it back and forth. She began to roll her hips, enjoying the sensations. He made circular motions over her clit with his finger now. She stroked him faster and he turned and kissed her lips. She moaned against his lips as the orgasm began to build. He kept stroking, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. It wasn't long before she felt that familiar flood of pleasure. She gripped his throbbing dick in her hand as she lifted her hips from the seat of the hot tub thrusting toward Garrett's hand. He felt her pussy convulse in orgasm. He could hardly wait to be inside her. When she calmed a bit, she looked at him and said, "Let's get inside." Garrett got out of the hot tub and went inside, in a few moments he returned with a bath sheet he'd put in the dryer before they'd gotten into the hot tub. When Deirdre stepped out of the tub he wrapped her in the warmed bath sheet and followed her inside. He carefully dried her body and went to get her body oil. When he returned she was lying on the floor in front of the fireplace. He added another log to the fire then knelt beside her and tenderly applied the oil to every inch of her body. When he had finished, she sat up and instructed him to lie down on his back. She moved to straddle him placing her hands on his chest and gazing down into his face. She could see all of his pent up desire. She leaned close to his face and looked directly into his eyes, placing firm pressure on his chest. "Don't move until I tell you to." She lay on top of him rubbing the full length of her body against him. She ground her hips against his, pressing her wet sex against his hard dick. It stirred of its own accord. She kissed his face, his neck, and his ears. He fought not to grind his hips back against hers, not to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer to him. What he wouldn't give right now to be able to take her from behind, to fuck her doggy style as hard and as fast as he wished. Just the thought made his dick grow even harder. He groaned, but remained still as Mistress had commanded. It had been around 9:30 when he'd begun oiling Deirdre's body. "Almost time," he thought to himself. She shifted her position now and sat reaching down to guide him inside her. She rocked back and forth taking the head inside only. Garrett groaned again loudly. This was delicious torture. He wanted so badly to press himself deeper. "Do you want more, Garrett?" she asked him, smoothly rocking now punctuating her question with gentle squeezes of her pussy muscles. "Ohhh! Yes, Mistress." He panted. "You have to beg for it. You know that Garrett." "Mistress, please may I have more of you?" He begged. His urgency was plain in his voice. She smiled at him, but shook her head no, continuing to ride just the head, bathing it in her hot juices, teasing and squeezing him. He bit his lower lip in an effort not to scream in frustration. "Mistress, Mistress, please," he begged. She looked with satisfaction at him. She knew how badly he wanted her to take him deeper. "Say it! Tell me what you want." She directed. Garrett called upon every ounce of discipline he possessed not to grab her hips and force her to take all of him. "Mistress, please may I have more of you?" He asked again. "That's better," she crooned. She eased down a bit further taking in half of his length but no more. She rode back and forth careful not to take more inside. She was so hot inside and so very, very wet. Garrett could feel her juices flowing down onto the rest of his shaft and the sensation almost drove him wild. He wanted more than ever to grab her hips and pull her down onto him forcefully. She began to work her muscles against him again and Garrett found himself gripping handfuls of the carpet in an effort to remain still. He wanted so badly to meet her thrusts to move with her he could barely contain himself. "Oh my GOD Mistress. May I please...please have more of you?" He could barely speak his request so strong was his desire. "Hmmm, I'm not sure you really, really want it," Deirdre teased. "MISTRESS! PLEASE, PLEASE," he begged shamelessly now. He'd say anything. Do anything. "Ah, yes Garrett." She said as she drove her hips down and took all of him in now. He cried out as she took him to the hilt She sat still on top of him for a few seconds. And he held his breath, feeling like he'd lose his mind if she didn't move. Then she started riding him wholeheartedly. "Don't move yet," she said into his ear. She leaned back and placed her hands on his chest as though holding him down, bouncing up and down on his dick. His legs started to tremble. "Mistress...Mistress.... Mistress...Mistress" He said it over and over like a chant. She stroked his chest, running her fingertips across his nipples sending shivers through his body. "Almost there, Pet" she said. "That's it, don't move. Let me take you there." Garrett felt all the pent up desire from the long day come together, propelled by all the desire of the long months they'd been apart. Impossibly he felt himself grow harder. His dick felt bigger than ever and it was all he could do to keep from thrusting his hips upward to meet Deirdre's. He continued to lay still and allow his Mistress to bring him to the pinnacle. His heart pounded. "Garrett, it's time, pet, are you ready?" "Yes, Mistress YES!" "Keep still!" she said urgently. She rode him faster and more forcefully. She pinched and rolled his nipples, and with that the switch was flipped. A blinding wave of pleasure nearly took Garrett's breath away. He felt the hot cum erupt from him in surges and he trembled from the force of it. His orgasm triggered a corresponding one in Deirdre. She arched her back and rode him wildly, calling out his name as she came. When the storm had passed, she collapsed on top of him. They held each other lost in their own thoughts as the fire slowly died. It was past midnight before they sleepily stumbled upstairs to bed. Mistress Desires Your Service Ch. 03 Sunday 5 AM Deirdre surveyed the items she'd placed on the dresser, silently going over the checklist in her mind. She quietly went downstairs to retrieve one last thing. In the kitchen, silent as a burglar, she opened and closed cupboards until she located a large glass bowl. She filled this bowl with ice, smiled to herself then removed the ring Garret had given her the day before and dropped it inside. Soundlessly, she returned to the bedroom and found Garret still asleep. She placed the bowl on the dresser beside the other items and paused to add one of her favorite toys to the bowl of ice as well, leather handled flogger with varying lengths of delicate silver chain as lashes. Finally she unrolled and plugged in a small heating pad and placed it at the other end of the dresser. "Fire and ice" she murmured chuckling quietly. She picked up her "outfit" and went into the bathroom. Garret awoke to the sensation of all of the covers being suddenly snatched off of the bed and a startling snap of Deirdre's riding crop dangerously close to where he lay. He jumped in spite of himself. "Position One!" she commanded. Her voice left absolutely no room for questioning. He immediately rolled over onto his stomach and spread eagle, assuming the required position. She knelt beside him and pressed the back of her hand against the back of his neck. Her hand was warm, very warm in fact, but then he felt a shock of cold metal that somewhat puzzled him. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Guess. . . which. . . side." He struggled to clear his sleep fogged brain. He knew that this was clearly the back of Mistress' hand. That was too easy, therefore not the answer she was seeking. Her other hand still held the crop which she snapped against the side of the bed this time saying "You're thinking too hard!" She pressed the hand against his neck harder. The cold metal touched him again. The ring! The cobwebs fell from his mind and he peered at the alarm clock on the bedside table. The red numbers read 5:20. "Which side?" he repeated her question in his mind and thought through all that had happened in the past few minutes. Why was she waking him up like this at 5:20 on a damn Sunday morning? BITCH!! His body stiffened when the word snapped into his mind. Deirdre's low chuckle let him know she'd watched him come to this conclusion. She'd been watching his face and had seen the disorientation, then concentration and finally startling realization. She leaned close to his ear again. He felt her breast press against his back. "Very good! You thought it, but you didn't dare say it, did you?" Garrett remained silent. She traced the edge of his ear with the tip of her tongue now and he shivered. "You have permission to speak," she purred. "No Mistress." His voice was barely above a whisper. His heart pounded and he could feel himself growing hard and knew that soon lying on his stomach unable to move was going to be a challenge. She bit his earlobe hard enough to make him wince then moved off the bed and away from him. He heard her moving around on the other side of the room behind him but he dared not turn to face her. In a minute or two she returned and placed something unseen on the nightstand. She walked around to the other side of the bed so that Garret could see her in the pale morning light. She wore a black lace bra with matching cheeky panties a black garter belt and black lace topped stockings. Knee-high black leather boots completed the look. In her hands were wrist and ankle restraints. She carefully placed these on Garrett and bound him to the 4-poster bed. Next she covered his eyes with a simple blindfold. When his eyes were covered, it seemed to Garrett that all his other senses became more heightened. He heard Deirdre's breathing and the soft rustle of her lingerie as she moved closer to him. He smelled the faint scent of Ylang-ylang and sandalwood when she leaned near. She traced a pattern on his back with the slapper end of her riding crop, delicately sweeping the leather around in swirls across one shoulder blade then the other before moving down onto his lower back and the tops of his buttocks. She teased the cleft between his cheeks and then moved to his sensitive inner thighs. Gradually she worked her way all the way down to his feet, pausing to even run the end of the crop along his bare soles. After that she slowly and meticulously worked her way back up again. Garrett's body was fairly tingling. She struck him several times with the crop across his buttocks one cheek then the other before repeating the process on the backs of his thighs. He felt the hot stripes criss-crossing his now tender backside and briefly wondered how many welts she'd raised. Deirdre removed the chain flogger from the bowl of ice and trailed the chilled chains across Garrett's buttocks, smiling at his sharp intake of breath as she did so. The unexpected shock of the cold chains sent chills up his spine. She continued to move the flogger all along the areas she'd so expertly warmed with the crop and Garrett moaned in response. Deirdre returned to the dresser and placed a pair of metal nipple clips on the heating pad and laid the flogger she'd just used beside them. Next she picked up a small lightweight paddle, similar to a ping-pong paddle. She silently moved to the side of the bed and stood watching Garrett. He lay perfectly still, listening. Deirdre waited until he'd relaxed a bit then swatted him soundly on one of his buttocks with the paddle. She delivered several rapid- fire blows to alternating cheeks, striking a slightly different area each time. Soon, Garrett's butt felt as if it were bathed in fire. His breathing quickened and he was also painfully aware of his erection beneath him. He felt the familiar kick of endorphins that always came when Mistress took their play to this level. Deirdre added the slim chain she sometimes used to connect some of the nipple clips of which she was so fond to the bowl of ice. She picked up a handful of cubes as she again turned her attention to Garrett. Holding a few cubes in each hand, she slowly rubbed them all along Garrett's lower back, buttocks and thighs. The sensation of the melting ice brought shivers that had nothing at all to do with being cold. Deirdre again smiled as she noticed his toes curling. "Very nice" she said leaning close to his ear. She placed her ice-chilled hands against his sides and trailed her fingertips along his ribs, tickling him lightly and chuckled when he squirmed. "Such a delicious ass," she murmured before biting him lightly just where his thigh and buttock met. She continued to kiss and nibble at his buttocks, savoring his taste, his smell, loving the low moans that came in response to her actions. She made intricate swirls with her tongue on his tender flesh and unconsciously Garrett began to rock his hips back and forth, grinding against the bed. An abrupt swat with the paddle stopped him. "Stop that! Are you trying to get off without permission?" Deirdre asked sharply. He felt warm wetness against his stomach and realized how close he'd been. "Now I'm going to have to punish you." She stood up and unfastened his restraints. She directed him to stand beside the bed. He moved swiftly and silently. She placed a hand on his arm and guided him to within a few feet from the dresser. "Stretch out your arms and bend forward," she commanded. He did as he'd been told and she guided his hands to the dresser. "Spread 'em!" she commanded firmly, placing her boot- clad foot between his bare ones and kicking his legs apart. She reached between his legs and caressed his exposed sac and the lower end of his shaft. She tightened her grip around his jewels and tugged just hard enough to send a small shiver of fear up Garrett's spine. She went to her toy bag and retrieved a mid-weight oak paddle. It's well made smooth handle fit her hand nicely. She swung it a few times, wanting Garrett to hear the sound it made as it sliced through the air. Garrett recognized the sound. "One of Mistress' paddles," he thought to himself wondering if she held the one with the heart cutouts or the one that had the single letter "D" engraved in it. "I'm going to give you 25 licks for your little moment of indiscretion there. You keep count. If you loose count, I will have to start all over again. Are we clear Garrett?" She said briskly. "Yes, Mistress." Garrett braced himself. He knew that his current position would make every blow from the paddle even more intense. The first blow landed on the lower half of his right ass cheek. Mistress was using the paddle with the heart cutouts. "One." She delivered the next 5 blows on alternating cheeks in a regular rhythm and Garrett called out the count. On the next blow, Deirdre swung and stopped just short of striking. Garrett remained silent and she chuckled. She delivered 4 more blows rapid fire. "Ten" Garrett called out. She set the paddle aside and caressed his behind and thighs. She stood beside him and stroked his cock, which was now bobbing and twitching for a few seconds causing his legs to tremble. She moved away from him and retrieved the bowl of ice from beside the bed. Taking a few cubes from the bowl she returned to his side and rubbed ice on his burning backside. Garrett moaned as the ice melted, cooling and soothing where the paddle had landed. "Fifteen more to go," she whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe sharply. She quickly raised the paddle and struck a stinging blow. "Eleven," Garrett cried hoarsely. She alternated cheeks and rhythm, feinting a few times in an effort to cause Garrett to lose count. But, Garrett remained focused and counted each blow accurately. "Twenty!" He felt himself drifting as the endorphin rush intensified. He tried to slow his breathing and relax a bit. His knees trembled and he could feel his rapid- fire pulse throbbing in his cock. He felt her hands caressing his back. His ass was on fire. Mistress stepped away briefly and when she returned he felt her hand close around the head of his cock in a tight fist. Her palm was filled with a warm slick lubricant. Garrett released a long moan of delight as she slowly pumped her fist back and forth. It felt like entering the hottest tightest pussy he'd ever known. "You had BETTER not cum! Do you understand me?" She hissed in his ear. "Yes, yes Mistress," was his nearly breathless reply. She slowed her strokes to an almost agonizing rate. Garrett wanted to pump his hips but knew he could not. He moaned his frustration. And at that moment another blow from the paddle fell. He was dazed and so close to cumming he almost did not count. The realization hit him. "Twenty...one!" She stroked him a bit faster. "Twenty-two!" Again she increased the pace. Oh God he was close. He cast about wildly in his mind for some image to distract him, to delay the orgasm that was building inside. "Twentythree!" He began to whimper and moan almost incoherently. "Mistress, please.....please slow down. I can't hold it back much more," he begged. She did not relent but instead delivered two swift stinging blows. "Twentyfour! TwentyFIVE!!" She abruptly removed her hand and Garrett tottered on the brink of orgasm. Deirdre smiled and stood back watching him, admiring the tight muscles in his thighs and back and buttocks. His body was shone as a thin sheen of sweat covered it. He clung to the dresser breathing heavily, his dick dancing in the air as it bobbed and twitched of it's own accord. Garrett could not believe how close he'd been without exploding. He felt like he'd erupt like a volcano if Mistress so much as laid a fingernail on him. "Very, very good!" she praised him. "So much control, Garrett. I'm proud of you. I know I pushed you hard this time." Garrett loved the approval in her voice. Pride and joy swelled within him as he basked in the glow of her satisfaction. She tenderly removed his blindfold and turned his face toward hers. The look in her eyes was almost more than he could bear. She caressed his face and wordlessly kissed him deeply, passionately. "Go lie on the bed, on your back, " she said quietly. Garrett quickly complied. The sheets were cool and felt slightly rough to his tender bottom. He saw Deirdre take something from the bowl of ice but could not readily tell what it was. When she approached him she held nipple clips in one hand, and the chain she sometimes used to attach them together in the other. She straddled him and lightly rested her full bottom on his aching dick. The nipple clips were warm as she placed them. Next she clicked the chain into place and allowed it to fall onto his chest and belly. Garrett gasped. The chain was ice cold. The contrast between the chain and the clips was delightful. Deirdre leaned forward and reached behind to position Garrett at the opening of her sex. She was hot and unbelievably wet. They both moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto him. She rocked her hips back and forth, coating him with her juices working her muscles up and down his shaft. "Put your hands above your head," she commanded. She leaned forward more and encircled his wrists with her hand, pinning him down. With her other hand she reached for the chain. She placed the chain between her teeth and pulled up on it, immediately jerking Garrett's nipples. He gasped. She rode him savagely now, pulling the chain, pinning him down, gazing deeply into his eyes. The lust, and passion that shone in her eyes spurred Garrett to an even higher level. His dick felt as if it would break the skin. He couldn't ever remember being so hard. He felt her body shudder and knew that she had found just the right angle to stimulate her g-spot. She ground her hips against his and grunted. She was getting close. As her movements became more insistent, she caused Garrett's buttocks to press into the bed. The sensation of the sheet against his sensitive backside and her warm pulsing sex was driving him out of his mind. He groaned and rose to meet her thrusts. "Garrett!" She screamed his name and tumbled over the edge into orgasmic bliss. Her pussy gripped and spasmed around his throbbing cock and he cried out. "Mistress, may I, please." She gave her breathless consent and Garrett exploded. Time seemed to stand still and nothing else even existed except the flood of sensation that swept through him. His body bucked wildly and he cried out. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, he couldn't stop it, didn't want to. Even when the flood of semen subsided, the contractions did not. Deirdre lay on top of him and held him, caressing his arms and murmuring softly as he rode out the waves. At long last, he drifted slowly back to earth. When he opened his eyes, she lay beside him smiling. An overwhelming rush of tenderness swelled in his heart as he looked at her. He turned on his side and reached out to her, wrapping himself around her. She hugged him close and they lay together like this silent and content. Sunday 10 AM Garrett placed the final item on the tray he'd prepared: a small grocery store bouquet. Deirdre smiled that smile at him as he entered the bedroom. He carefully slid the tray onto the bed beside her. "Is there anything else I can get you, Mistress?" he asked as he stood beside the bed. She surveyed the tray. There was fresh fruit, coffee, muffins and whipped butter. She breathed in the smell of the warm muffins. "Mmmmmm banana-walnut! No Garrett, this is just fine. You may join me." She patted the bed beside the tray as she said this. Garrett slowly and carefully sat on the side of the bed then slid into his place beside the tray, each movement reminding him of his early morning session with Mistress. Deirdre noticed this also and felt a slight tingle of desire as she remembered using the crop then paddles on his body. She lifted a coffee cup and took a sip; perfect, as always. "I have really enjoyed you this weekend," she said giving him another of her smiles. "It is my desire to please you always, Mistress." Although this was an automatic response, it was also a heartfelt one. Garrett watched her as she picked up and buttered half of a muffin. There were times that he became single minded in his desire to please her. Everything else simply ceased to exist. This was the case during the days they had spent together. But now, their time together was nearly at an end, and thoughts of 'real' life were starting to surface. "Are you hungry?" Her question broke his reverie. She offered him the other half of the muffin on the tray, and he took it silently, hardly tasting it when he ate. "What's on your mind, Sweetie?" She caressed his arm. He shook his head. "Just thinking about all I have going on at work. Sorry." Deirdre sensed that this was not the complete truth but decided to let that pass for now. They finished their breakfast, making small talk, although neither would speak on what was really on their minds. Garrett carried the breakfast tray downstairs and busied himself cleaning the kitchen, removing leftover groceries from the refrigerator and taking out the garbage. Next he drained and cleaned the hot tub. By the time Deirdre came downstairs it was well past 11 AM. She was dressed in casual slacks and a lightweight sweater and her hair was pulled back into the customary ponytail. "It'll be time to head back soon." Regret was evident in her voice. Garrett nodded but did not speak. Instead he went upstairs to bring down the suitcases. He wondered how many months would pass before he was again summoned. Deirdre had a way of staying away from him long enough that he'd gone through the cycle of becoming so angry and frustrated that he'd have vowed not to come when called then come to the point of being willing to do just about anything to simply hear her voice or feel a single caress. It was always when he'd begun to feel as if he couldn't the longing for another day that the call would come. Any other obligation immediately became secondary. The only thing that mattered was that Mistress desired his service.