1 comments/ 9907 views/ 1 favorites Mistress and Slave By: JohnMav He knelt before his Mistress, body naked and trembling in anticipation, gazing up at her with pleading eyes and not a little trepidation. 'What are you waiting for little one, kiss and lick my boots!' she commanded. Leaning forwards, tongue extended as he slowly licks the front of those pristine shining boots, planting small kisses on the leather, feeling the grain as he works his way along the tops of her feet, crossing from one to the other. The Mistress stretches forwards, supple as a cat, nails raking his fleshy back, a wicked gleam in her eye as her riding crop slaps lightly at the top of his exposed ass leaving light red marks across his soft white flesh. A soft sigh of anticipation of the joys yet to come escapes her full lips as she hears the slight mewl of pleasure from her slave. She forces his head back away from her, nails sliding over his shaven head as she pulls in close to her firm alabaster thighs. 'Lick and bite, gently, boy' she orders raising her crop and tapping it firmly against his flushed forehead. His eyes never leave her steely gaze until it passes from view behind her full rounded breasts, the nipples a deep brown and erect. His tongue flicks out, questing, seeking the soft tenderness of her inner thigh, circling round behind her knee as the Mistress stands firm, hands on hips, legs slightly parted. Baring his lips he gives his Mistress what she craves and slightly nips at her flesh leaving light, red, bite-marks across her flesh. Slowly he drifts upwards, lips never leaving her flesh, the crop an ever-present image in his mind as it taps steadily on his back. Reaching the V of his Mistress, the scent of her sex almost unbearable he flicks out his tongue again and catches the merest hint of her taste. A little hiss of breath, a sigh, escapes the Mistresses lips as she feels the soft caress of her slaves' lips across her sensitive skin. An involuntary reflex gasp as his teeth mark her; her hand tugging at his head, pulling his mouth onto her warm moist cunt and immediately, maddeningly, teasing him into a mewl, as she pulls it away again. A smile creases her glowing face as she notes the slight secretions of her sex on his lips knowing how it drives him wild to have the garnish but not the full course. 'Is there something you want little one?' she enquires. Never raising his eyes he replies 'With the Mistresses permission I would like to lick her lips please' She raises a quizzical eyebrow, 'and what makes you think you deserve it slave? Now rise and wank for me' she orders. Standing before the Mistress, rigid cock standing proud, he slowly reaches down and tentatively he grasps his swollen sensitive member. His hand slips along his shaft, jerking slowly back and forth, the purple turgid glans revealed on each stroke. 'Like this?' he asks in pleading tones. Nodding as the crimson flush of arousal seeps across the expanse of her breasts, 'Yes, just like that, but turn and bend forwards I'm going to spank you whilst you tug your cock for me.' He does as ordered and continues to gently pull on his now fully engorged penis, trepidation in his eyes and a flutter of excitement in his stomach as he gazes back at his Mistress standing firm and resolute behind him. She reaches out, gripping each tender ass cheek, her nails digging into and raking his flesh till she raises her hand and lands five strong, firm spanks across each cheek. The feel of the hot crimson flush spreading across his cheeks has him gripping his cock tightly, desperately, trying not to spill a drop of his seed without the express permission of his Mistress. One hand raking his burning red buttocks she reaches for her flogger, a wild glint in her eye as she raises it, bringing it down with a dramatic flourish, the tails spreading and hitting each cheek repeatedly; her commanding voice heard over the thwack of taut leather on soft flesh commanding him to speed up his self-indulgence for her. Flushed with arousal at the excitement he hears in her husky voice, he unconsciously picks up his pace, hand tight around round his shaft, jerking back and forth rhythmically as his full heavy scrotum slaps against his thighs, he feels the presence of HER standing hard behind him, then her breasts teasing his back as she leans over him, her fingers gripping into his ass, teeth biting into his shoulders as her hard erect nipples trace patterns across his back. 'Remember Slave, I haven't told you to cum yet!' She runs her hand over his swinging balls, tugging lightly on the hairs to heighten his pleasure before rising over the crack of his ass; the other hand slips round to twist and pull on his nipples as he takes the full weight of her across his back. He begs to be allowed to cum, fearing he will be unable to prevent it even if he should wish to. A smile, hidden from his view, flashes across her lips. A little pressure from the finger rimming his red bud of an anus as the other drags nails down his back and round to tug and pull at his sack, cupping and squeezing with abandon. Her finger slowly, gently, tenderly, eases into his ass; her mouth questing and licking across his shoulders as she carefully fingers her little slaves' virginal ass into submission. She slips down between his legs, coming up under him, breast teasing his chest as her lips brush his, finally letting him have the taste of the woman he craves. She smiles up at him, knowing intimately how he feels with her finger buried deep in the crack of his ass; letting him know how pleased she is with him for allowing her to plunder those most sensitive of depths she sucks his tongue into her warm mouth stopping only to utter 'Cum on me now!' as her tongue searches his and her finger bumps and slides against his rump. Feeling the time is right as his Mistresses tongue enfolds his he takes the opportunity and nips her lips, catching the soft skin and taking her unawares. She moans deep within the back of her throat as her tongue flickers over his lips and she senses his balls tightening under her grip. Masturbating hard now, hand slick with sweat as it slips and slides back and forth along his hard ridged member; the engorged circumcised head, with its bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip, poking out from between his clenched digits. He feels his body tense from deep within, a groan escapes him as with one final shuddering release he ejaculates, hand jerking as hot creamy seed sprays across the perfect flat stomach and ample swollen breasts of his expectant Mistress as he feels her wicked final chuckle through their locked mouths. Mistress & Slave Ch. 01 Slave awoke with a start, his body aching from the punishment and sexual exertions of the previous night. Bleary eyed he looked around for his Mistress but she was nowhere to be seen. Slave lifted himself up awkwardly onto his elbows and wiped a hand over his sleepy face trying to focus across the room. Daylight crept in through the gap in the curtains. He moved adjusting his position, his back and legs feeling tight and sore. As he turned he noticed a piece of paper on the bedside table. Reaching over he unfolded the note which was addressed to him and read as follows: Mistress will be out all day. Slave MUST change the bedding. Slave must trim his pubic hair. Slave must ensure that all the items contained in the red bag are placed out ready for when Mistress returns. If Slave so much as thinks about touching himself he WILL be severely punished!!!! Failure to comply with my wishes WILL result in extreme punishment!!!! I am Mistress -- Adore me! Slave shuddered with tension and arousal as he read the words that had been written by his Mistress. He smelled the paper hoping to catch a waft of her scent. There was none. Slave, now more awake, pulled himself up out of the dishevelled bed and looked around the large bedroom. There he saw reminders of his Mistress and again he became aroused. Her long whip stood in the corner of the room inanimate without her powerful touch. Slave smiled, a guilty smile, knowing he would certainly feel the whip again tonight. After a brief shower, purely enough to cleanse himself and wash away some of the tension in his body, Slave returned to the bedroom and discovered the red bag which Mistress had referred to in her note. He lifted it up onto the bed and moved as if to look inside. No, he thought to himself, Mistress had instructed him to change the bed first. He must not look in the bag until he had carried out his first task. If Mistress had any suspicion that Slave had carried out his tasks in the wrong order she would certainly punish him. The bedding must be changed first. Slave stripped away the soiled bedding from the previous night's activities and replaced them with crisp burgundy sheets and pillow cases. He stroked all the corners into place carefully and very attentively ensuring that the bed looked perfect for his Mistress. Again, he caught himself smiling, hoping his Mistress would be pleased with his efforts. Perhaps, tonight, she may permit him to touch her soft skin. Having tidied the rest of the large bedroom, opening the windows to allow clean air to freshen the space and removing any items which did not belong there the slave took the soiled bedding and loaded up the washing machine. He always enjoyed the vibrations of the spin cycle but never dared to lean against the machine, if only for a second. Mistress would know, and, she would punish him. Slave returned to the bedroom and admired the large, perfectly made, welcoming bed. He had returned with a single dark red rose in a stem vase and placed it on the bedside table smelling the sweet perfume from the large bloom. Mistress demanded a dark red rose on display as a sign of slave's total adoration of his Mistress, his Goddess. Again, he smiled to himself. Slave read the note from Mistress again, and felt the same tension and arousal as before at the thought that she had touched the same paper he now held in his hands. He was reminded of his next task -- preparation of the items in the red bag. He lifted the bag up onto Mistress's dresser and gently opened the top of the bag which was sealed with tape. The bag was large and quite heavy and slave felt filled with hope and dread as he reached inside to remove the contents. The red bag contained the following items: A pack of latex gloves; A large container of lubricating gel; A large container of Vaseline; A packet of condoms; A long thin smooth dildo; A length of smooth and soft black silk rope; A long pointed butt plug; and A stainless steel cock ring. Slave shivered as he uncovered these highly sexual but mysterious items and carefully lined them up on a burgundy cloth on the top of the dresser. Mistress had previously told slave that she would train him anally but surely she was not going to grant him this pleasure tonight. Surely these instruments were for Mistress's own, individual pleasure. Surely slave had not been so well behaved recently as to receive such special treatment from his Mistress. He felt his stomach tighten and knot with excitement and urgency came to him as his cock began to harden at the sight of these items. Slave checked himself and controlled his mind. He must not allow all those mental images of what might be cloud him. He must continue with the tasks as detailed in Mistress's note. Slave moved to the bathroom having now dried totally from his shower. Mistress would sometimes leave a towel in the bathroom if slave was allowed to use one. Today there was no towel present so he had to dry naturally. He located the set of battery operated clippers and stood in the bath in order to catch each hair particle which dropped. If Mistress found one single trace of a hair on the bathroom floor she would punish him severely. He must be very careful. Adjusting his position he turned on the clippers and vigilantly applied it to his pubic hairs. Mistress always liked his hairs to be short and well trimmed so that she could clearly see his penis and testicles when she placed him into any prone position. He noticed now why Mistress had asked him to trim today. His hairs had grown slightly too long and she would certainly not approve of this. He had to get this task correct. In the past his hand had slipped and he had trimmed one small patch of hair far too short. Upon her inspection Mistress was very angry and made him suffer for his carelessness. He wanted to please his Mistress today and bit his lip while contorting himself into various positions, carefully trimming away the unwanted hairs. Even this menial task aroused him and his cock bounced erect before him. Mistress had once harshly plucked hairs from his cock with tweezers as a torture for not remembering to kiss her feet in the correct way. She was truly displeased that day and slave received the brunt of her wrath. Having brushed away any loose hairs or clippings slave rinsed himself off with the shower hose then looked into the full length bathroom mirror. Hopefully Mistress would approve of his efforts this evening. He shuddered again at the anticipation of her return. Slave checked the time and realised that the afternoon had now arrived and hoped that it would not be long before his Mistress returned. He was nervous and anxious as he could not be out of her presence for too long without missing her terribly. His body also ached tremendously with need for release. He was so aroused by his role at his Mistress's feet that he was almost permanently hard for her and always seeking a way to gain her favour in the hope that she would allow him to masturbate and relieve himself. Sometimes if he was really well behaved Mistress would touch his cock in some way and make him ejaculate within seconds... but these were very, very special occasions indeed. Today was Saturday which meant that slave had to wear his collar for the whole evening. In readiness of his Mistress returning early slave applied the black leather item around his neck and ensured that it was perfectly placed, observing himself in one of the mirrors which were located around the bedroom. He also applied a small amount of the scent which Mistress liked in a hope to remain in her favour and avoid upsetting her. He pulled on the loose black t-shirt and black shorts which were his usual clothing and moved to the living room in order to wait for her return. ---0--- Slave suddenly focused back to reality from his daydream and realised that he could hear his Mistress returning, her car growling to a halt outside. He must be waiting correctly, prepared for her and made his way quickly back into the bedroom. He sat cross legged on the black "slave" mat in the corner of the room, his eyes pointing downwards, looking at the floor. He was not allowed to cast his gaze over his Mistress until she gave him permission. Slave felt sharp tingles of anticipation run along his spine and his stomach churn again as he heard Mistress enter the house. She moved about the house, greeting her large Doberman with joy and love. Oh, how Slave dreamed to be that dog. Mistress loved and cherished the animal and often the dog would be given preferential treatment over the slave. But slave knew his place. He must agree with his Mistress and adhere to her wishes, or else he would be punished. Mistress made her way upstairs and into her own room. Slave was not allowed entry into this room at any time, ever. He would be whipped severely if he even thought about touching the door handle let alone looking into the room or going into it. Music rose from her room, a heavy guitar sound filling the house. Slave waited patiently on his mat, his gaze fixed on the floor. He dare not move. After approximately half an hour the music stopped and slave heard the door to the "No Entry Room" open and close again. He quivered with lust, fear, desire, love and anticipation. His Mistress was almost back with him. His dry throat rippled as he struggled to swallow. Slave must keep his eyes to the floor. He must know his place. He must stay still. She came closer and closer, finally entering the bedroom. Slave could feel her awesome presence in the room. She filled it with her majesty and power. She stood still and was obviously surveying the room to ensure that it had been prepared to her satisfaction. "Slave! Look at your Mistress", she snapped at him, he trembled at the sound of her beautiful voice. Slave slowly adjusted his gaze and looked up enough to see the tips of the toes of a new pair of black boots. As his view lifted he could see that the boots had high stiletto heels and were edged with silver. He ached to kiss those boots. He hoped he had pleased his Mistress enough for her to allow him to do so. His gaze continued to rise, up over the boots which fitted her legs so beautifully. As always slave closed his eyes momentarily as he knew they would soon be filled with the glory of her body and he took a deep breath inwards in preparation for the vision before him. Slave gasped in awe as he then soaked up the rest of Mistress's beautiful appearance in front of him. She stood tall and strong, with her legs apart and her hands on her hips. She wore a new black leather corset, sheer black suspender tights and a pair of tight black satin knickers. Around her neck hung her routine golden chain which held the Scorpio pendant that Slave had come to admire and revere. This was the symbol of this woman's overwhelming power and he respected it with a passion. Mistress also wore a new pair of very long and slender black, leather evening gloves, one of which had a sparkly bracelet attached at the wrist. Perhaps this would be a sign that Mistress would not be too harsh with her slave this evening. Slave tried to control his thumping heart and restrain his aching cock by mind control alone, then he realised that there was something very different about Mistress today. Her hair was miraculously longer now cascading down over her shoulders in showers of curls. Strands of hair at the side of her face reached down to the top of the corset. Slave wondered if this new look may be a wig but the hair aroused him immensely. He truly believed that his Mistress could not look more adorable and powerful than she did now before him. Finally, slave caught his Mistress's eye momentarily before he moved his eyes quickly back at the floor. Her eyes shining green held his gaze for that split second, her face stern and hard but her make up soft and sensual as always. Slave caught his breath again as he felt her take a long step towards him. ---0--- to be continued... Mistress & Slave Ch. 02 Mistress began to pace the floor surrounding slave. He could feel her close to him, her presence overwhelming him. He tried to control his breathing and shifted slightly on his buttocks feeling his penis throb with need and want. Slave could feel Mistress's gaze on him, burning him like a powerful flame. She moved gracefully but with purpose, the long legged boots visible from the corner of slave's eye. Slave could feel himself swooning under the weight of Mistress's aura. He wanted to reach out and touch her but knew that it was forbidden. Mistress, momentarily, moved away from the space which surrounded the slave, who remained sitting cross legged on the black mat. Gliding back to his side, again slave could feel the supremacy of his Mistress. She was behind him now and stationary. He could feel the fearsome desire building in him. Anticipation filled each fibre of his body and every element of his mind. Suddenly he felt a sharp slap between his shoulder blades. The gratifying pain of the crop was his to bear, accept, appreciate and adore. "Slave has done well with his tasks. This pleases me," Mistress spoke again, but in a slightly softer tone than before. Slave nodded as he had been commanded to do, on previous occasions, in order to acknowledge that Mistress had spoken to him. He was never allowed to speak unless Mistress specifically requested it. "Remove your t-shirt," she demanded, firmly. Slave quickly removed the garment and exposed his back, chest and shoulders. Mistress moved around him dragging the tip of the crop, from the exact place where she had struck him moments before, up over his shoulder and up to the line of his jaw. When Mistress finally stopped moving the tip of the crop halted barely touching the end of slave's chin. Using the crop to manipulate her slave, Mistress allowed the tip to slide underneath his chin and then firmly lifted his head so that it would be in direct line with her stare. Slave dare not make eye contact with Mistress but found it very difficult not to catch sight of her beautiful body with his face at this angle. "Look at me," she growled in a low voice. Slave lifted his eyes to her, his breaths falling more shortly now, adrenaline flooding his system as his excitement and fear built up to a new high. Mistress looked down on him with a stern and hard face. Slave caught Mistress's eye and suddenly he saw the true power flash across her glinting green eyes. A wry smile crept across Mistress's dark red lips, the crop remaining under slave's chin. "Did you carry out your tasks in order, slave?" Mistress demanded. Slave nodded, in agreement. "Did you change the bedding first?" She questioned, firmly. Slave nodded, again. "Did you trim your hair second?" This time Mistress raised a quizzical eyebrow. Slave suddenly felt his stomach knot and a momentary wave of nausea pass over him. He realised he could have carried out the tasks in the wrong order. Mistress would be angry. Slave would be punished. This was terrible. Slave was scared. But he could not lie. Slave, frozen on the black mat, slowly shook his head. Before he could complete his gesture Mistress had hold of his head and pushed his face towards the ground. Slave's legs were still crossed in front of him and the pressure of him being pushed forward and downward pulled at his thighs and back, but he bowed his head in shame as Mistress sucked her teeth at him in disgust. Mistress moved round behind slave while still holding him by his collar and keeping him pushed forwards. Adeptly then she raised one of her black leather boots and rested her calf on her slave's shoulder pressing down firmly, pushing him ever further forward. Slave winced as his muscles strained under the force of his Mistress. "Lick!" Mistress commanded. Slave moved his tongue around to the boot that was just to the left of his face. The smell of the new, expensive leather boots filled his nostrils as he drew closer. Then, suddenly there was a wave of extreme pleasure as slave's tongue made contact with the boot. In broad, sweeping laps slave licked at the boot and let out a minute sigh of pleasure as he did so. He so wanted to touch the boot with his hands but knew that if he did he would be punished. He wanted to hold this boot which engulfed Mistress's wonderful leg and foot. Mistress dragged the tip of her crop over slave's back, making sure she ran it over the reddening mark on the skin where she had struck him previously. The pleasurable pain and the sensation of the beautiful boot on his tongue aroused slave more. Surely he was going to cum in his shorts if this tantalising continued, but that would be totally forbidden. "Lick it more, slave" Mistress pushed slave's face against her boot with the side of the crop. Slave relished in the sensation of two forms of indirect contact with Mistress. He licked and lapped with even more vigour. Mistress moved her position, then, so that her left leg moved forwards in front of slave and made contact with the floor. Now he could feel more pressure and weight pushing him forwards straining every sinew of his body. Mistress grasped hold of the top of slave's head and adeptly swung her right leg over his right shoulder, mounting him. Finally, she crouched down on his shoulders so that he could feel the delicious warmth of her groin on the back of his neck. "You should always read my instructions carefully, slave," she sniped. Slave nodded thinking his back would break under the pressure that Mistress had put upon him but suddenly she moved forwards and released him. "Stretch, slave," Slave knew that Mistress understood the limits of his physical being and appreciated her tenderness in allowing him to unfold himself. He raised his head high and contorted his neck in order to realign his spine as Mistress moved back behind him again. "Remove your shorts and kneel before me," she demanded Slave moved his position, relieved that the pressure from sitting cross legged for so long would now be lifted and removed his shorts, revealing himself entirely to her gaze. His cock twitched as he felt her eyes on him. He folded the shorts and placed them with the folded t-shirt he had already taken off. Moving his heavy legs, which were now tingling, he moved so that he was now kneeling before his Mistress, his cock still erect. He sensed what was to come and felt his heart race and his pulse quicken. "You have wronged me, slave. You will now be punished!" Mistress sharply brought the length of the crop across slave's buttocks causing him to jar forwards with the impact of the crop. Again she struck him, this time allowing the crop to stay against his skin, giving this stroke more shock. Again, slave flinched forwards. Then Mistress removed the crop and grazed the tip along slave's spine. He hoped she would not beat him remorselessly. She moved closer to him now and took his chin firmly in her hand holding him strongly from behind. He felt her leather gloves grasping his face. Slave was particularly vulnerable now. If Mistress so wished she could break his neck in an instant and he knew she was strong. He was nervous and scared but entirely envigorated. She pulled him back against her, the back of his head resting against her breast encased in the leather corset. She bowed her head forward allowing her breath to fall against his cheek. He smelled her now, an overwhelming aroma of passion, sex, and power. Her new hair fell forwards only just missing the side of his face. Oh, how he wanted some part of her to touch him. "Today your training begins," she whispered as she released him. ---0--- To be continued...