1 comments/ 35416 views/ 1 favorites Perfect Punishment By: magpi Just as Brenda was really getting into mourning over the breakup with David with angry girl music and a punching bag, there was a pounding at her door. She ripped it open in biker shorts and a bra. There was perfect Trixie, the neighbor from the other half of the country duplex. "Turn down your music," she demanded in her perfect voice. "It's disturbing my rest." She was in a perfectly cute tank and pants pajama set. "I don't give a rat's ass about your rest," Brenda replied, cold and flat. Perfect hurt spread over Trixie's face. "I would do it for you." Patience shattered, Brenda's pain and anger boiled over, focusing on this perfect little brat, a tart who needed a lesson on life. "Like hell you would," she snarled. She grabbed the dainty blond by the delicate neck and threw her inside, slamming the door behind her. From where she lay sprawled on the floor, Trixie's blue eyes were huge. Brenda read shock, anger and just a touch of so satisfying fear. "Not once in your life have you thought of anyone but yourself, have you?" she demanded. When Trixie drew breath to argue, Brenda cut her off. "I know you, you self serving little tramp. Trust me, I know all about you and your kind." She grabbed the lightweight by one arm and hauled her to her feet. "Now it's time to learn some manners." Trixie regained control of herself and began struggling to pull away. "You can't do this!" she shrieked. Brenda allowed herself a grim smile as she twisted Trixie's arm and pulled her head back by a handful of perfectly tussled hair. "Yet somehow I'm doing it just the same." The power was soothing. She hadn't actually thought about what she was doing, but as she found herself hauling Trixie down to the Dungeon, a plan began to form. Once she had one arm strapped down, it wasn't too hard to get the twisting, flailing blond tied in. She fought it, of course, but pulling the perfectly toned arms over her head and avoiding kicks while stretching out the perfectly toned legs was a pleasure in itself. The Velcro shackles were holding remarkably well, despite the fact that they were designed to be escapable. She was stretched in a spread eagle position, approachable from front or back. Brenda knew full well how vulnerable that made one, even fully clothed. Nonetheless, perfect Trixie was not going to be humiliated so easily. She raked Brenda's body with a scathing glance and sneered. "Better put some clothes on, fat ass." Brenda calmly assessed the situation, fully confident in her own body. The fat skinny Trixie was referring to was a layer Brenda maintained to give her honed body some feminine curves. "No," she replied, "I'm fine, but you're wearing too much." She picked up a knife from the table. "You see," she continued, "a sound whipping is best accomplished on bare skin." Trixie let out her breath, a little, when Brenda switched it for a crop. She was beginning to enjoy playing top to a new person. "You can't do this! It's illegal. Rape!" she screamed. Brenda gave her a sharp smack across the stomach, surprising her into silence. "There are rules you will follow." Brenda circled behind Trixie, examining her victim's clothed body carefully. "First, you will do as you're told, no more, no less." With the skinny tank straps, it wasn't hard to see that she was braless. Not that she needed one, her small, firm breasts were almost buoyant. "Second, you will refer to me as Mistress." The pink sides of a high-riding thong crossed the bare skin between shirt and low riding pants. "And last," she lifted Trixie's perfect chin with the crop and looked her in the eye. "You will answer all questions truthfully." "Go to hell." Brenda caressed her face with the end of the crop. "Been there." She smiled languidly. "Learned to enjoy it." Trixie pulled her face away with a snarl. She'd never been with a woman before. The bondage trainer didn't count. After the tramp was properly punished, there might be some time to play. She traded the whip back for the knife. Trixie craned her perfectly slender neck to watch Brenda circle behind her. Suddenly she began thrashing about and screaming. After a moment of watching her vain attempts to escape, Brenda wrapped her hand around the back of her slim, tan neck and squeezed. She became still. Brenda leaned forward and murmured, "I'd hate to slip and cut you." Trixie froze, her muscles trembling. Brenda easily sliced the tank in two, exposing the rest of Trixie's perfect, slender, tan back. Without tan lines. "Do you use a bottle or a bed?" It was too even to be natural. Trixie was silent. Brenda started to squeeze the pressure point by her neck. Before her knees even buckled she squeaked, "Bed! I use a bed!" Brenda paused, then continued to squeeze. "You use a bed, what?" Her knees buckled. "Mistress! I use a bed, Mistress." Brenda smoothed her hand over the reddened skin. She had no pain tolerance. Next came the pants. They were enormously baggy draw-string pants. She slid her hand down the soft-skinned back and forward over the hip-bone. Stepping closer, she let her breasts lightly brush Trixie's back. The tramp's breaths were quick and shallow, catching every time Brenda moved. Brenda stroked her perfectly flat stomach soothingly until she was trembling less. With one flick of her hand she undid the bow and the pants settled half way down Trixie's thighs. She stepped back to admire the view. Her perfect, slender back flared slightly at the top into toned shoulders and at the bottom into slim hips. Her high, firm ass was tensed in apprehension and nicely outlined by a high-riding rose colored thong. Brenda traded the knife for a soft, many-tailed whip hanging on the wall. It was probably as much as the weakling could stand, but it should give her some satisfaction. The first stroke was only of medium strength applied to the perfectly tanned cheeks. Trixie gave a shriek of surprise and wreathed in her bonds. The second stroke was laid just above the first. Trixie snarled in anger as Brenda smiled. The third covered the lower back as the lower flesh flushed with blood. "You bitch!" Trixie shrieked, flailing. Brenda had had enough of the attitude. She grabbed Trixie by her perfect blond hair and pulled her head back roughly. "Be careful what you say, you may regret it." She tossed the blond head forward and made the next stroke three-quarter strength. "That hurt, you whore!" Full strength against the tiring shoulder muscles produced only a shriek of pain. She went back to medium strength as she worked her way back down the smarting flesh. The only response was grunts of pain. Brenda stopped after the last stroke across her ass and stepped aside to watch her. Trixie twitched twice in time to with the stopped strokes, then realized something had changed. She lifted her flushed face, tears staining her cheeks. Brenda finger-combed Trixie's hair back. "Not bad, girlie, not bad." Trixie's blue eyes were a mixture of fear, anger and something else. "Are you sorry you were rude to me tonight?" Trixie paused, then gave a sulky, "Yes." Brenda reached for the crop. "Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress!" came the hurried correction. "At least you can be taught." Brenda unhooked Trixie's ankles and clipped her wrist shackles together. "Step out of the pants." Trixie reluctantly obeyed and Brenda led her to a padded bench. "Lie on your stomach." The blond didn't move. Brenda sensually stroked the back of her neck. "Do you really want to try my patience?" Trixie shivered and did as she was told. Brenda fastened her arms down, and as she was securing her legs, she smelled the strong musk of sex. The exposed crotch was soaked through. "My, my, we are a little tramp, aren't we?" She placed her palms on the backs of Trixie's perfectly smooth thighs. "Just the smallest correction and you're all hot and bothered." Brenda herself was getting turned on, putting this hussy in her place. Trixie wriggled and tried to hide her red face in her shoulder. Brenda slid her hands up and cupped Trixie's perfect ass. "Tell me, tramp," she murmured, "How many men have you let between your legs?" "I don't know," the tramp mumbled. Brenda dug her fingers into the tense muscles warningly. "I don't know, Mistress!" she cried out. Brenda reluctantly withdrew her hands. "We'll just have to jog your memory." She picked up a thick-handled switch and stood where her victim couldn't see her. "More than ten?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress." Brenda watched her pert profile and taut body, seeing the confusion. She was undoubtedly a lesbian virgin, so her very strong positive reaction probably scared her. "More than twenty?" Sex as a whole, on the other hand, was clearly not new at all. "Probably." Brenda gave her one stroke across her back. A sympathetic memory blossomed across her own back. "Yes, Mistress! More than twenty." "More than thirty?" Brenda slipped a condom over the slim dildo handle. "I don't know, Mistress." "Maybe this will help." Brenda pulled the scrap of cloth aside and shoved the dildo into the wet, dusky pink flesh. Trixie gasped, but thrust against it as she pumped it once, twice, and pulled it free. The tramp strained against her bonds and tipped her hips, leaving her juicy cunt open to the world. "Mistress, please!" she begged, clearly mortified, but also desperate for release."Please, what?" Brenda asked, teasing the swollen flesh with the end of the dildo. "Please," she paused, visibly struggling, then gave in. "Please, Mistress, fuck me!" Brenda lightly circled her clit, and when Trixie tried to back into the pressure, she smacked her ass. "Why should I give you pleasure?" she asked. "I ought to leave you like this." She pulled the soaking dildo away. "No! I'll do anything, Mistress! Please, anything if you let me cum." Brenda recognized the familiar signs of pleasure verging on pain in her quivering muscles and strained voice. "You'll eat me until I'm satisfied?" Brenda applied her nimble fingers to raise the pain/pleasure almost past bearing. "Yes! Oh, yes, Mistress!" Brenda thrust the dildo to the hilt and fucked Trixie as her fingers teased the swollen flesh. With a shriek and a shudder, Trixie came on Brenda's hands. She came like a flood as Brenda withdrew the dildo. As her victim lay there, limp and sated, Brenda picked up a stiff leather collar and a soft cloth leash. Trixie barely moved as she fastened them around her slim neck. She began to rouse as Brenda unfastened her limbs. "What's—?" "Walkie's, pet. After all, we need to keep the blood flowing." Brenda helped her sit up, straddling the warm leather. Matter-of-factly she whipped the ruined tank top off before Trixie could object. She covered her naked breasts. "Thirty penises in that filthy cunt and you're modest now? Don't bother playing hard to get. You want to be caught." As she spoke, Brenda led Trixie to a full-length mirror. "Look at yourself. You're a filthy, cock-sucking, lust-crazed slut." And she was hot. Her delicate, blond, tanned body was stunning in just the rose colored thong. Her small, perky breasts were tipped with dusky-pink nipples, already hardening as Brenda slid her hands up to cup them. They were the perfect blend of soft and firm, her nipples delicate between Brenda's fingers. Brenda smiled at herself as she watched the scene David had often played with her. He was right, blond and bronze really did set off her dark hair and fair skin admirably. Particularly when the bronze face was a tortured mask of pleasure. She slid one hand down Trixie's smooth stomach and ran it lightly over her inner thighs. The blond moaned and opened them willingly. "Take them off." Trixie's eyes popped open in shock at the whispered command. She glanced at the mirror and was visibly appalled to see a strange woman's hands cupping her breast and between her legs, and her own hands on them, holding them there! "I- n- ah!" she gasped and pulled them away. Brenda picked up the leash and gave it a tug. "Come on, pet, time to make good on your promise." "But, I-" Trixie faltered, gesturing to the mirror. "Yes, you did promise." Brenda shucked her shorts and panties fluidly as she led the girl to an old mattress made up in the corner. She sprawled comfortably in the center of the double bed, pulling Trixie down with her. Pushing her roughly in the general direction she snarled, "Now please me for training you." Trixie tentatively crawled between her legs. "I've, uh, never-" she murmured, fear, confusion and lust in her eyes as she looked up at Brenda. "Then you'll just stay down there until you get it right." Brenda slid a pillow under her hips and smirked. "Hope you're hungry." Tentatively, Trixie eyed the close-trimmed mound, cut by juicy pink flesh. Awkwardly, she put her hands on Brenda's thighs and dipped her head, giving the cunt a quick, close-lipped kiss and pulling back. Brenda gave the leash an irritated tug, landing Trixie face-first between her legs. She smiled as the lips and tongue warily, and then more boldly began to explore this new territory. Her body flushed and her pulse raced at the unsure touch. On the rare occasion when David had gone down on her it had been quick and rough. The tender, questing touch was setting her on fire! She pressed Trixie's face closer as she rose to climax, the soft mouth working faster as she sensed it. Release came with a powerful sigh. Without prompting, Trixie began licking the extra juices off of Brenda's flesh. She could almost hear the pet's thoughts, her certainty that it was a one-time lapse. Brenda knew better. Now that Trixie had found the match that lit her fire, and with just a little more training, she'd be back, begging for more. When Trixie finished, she crawled up and lay her head on Brenda's stomach, wrapping one leg possessively over her Mistress. Brenda tangled one hand in the blond hair as she lay there, enjoying her power. When they had recovered their wind, Brenda sat up. "There's one last thing to do." Brenda led the willing pet over to the mirror and sat on a chaise in front of it. "Strip and come here." "Yes, Mistress," Trixie murmured, sliding the scrap of cloth down her hips and flicking it away. She stepped over to the other woman, her breath already quickening in anticipation. Brenda placed her between her own legs. She spread Trixie's, cocking her hips so the dark gold cunt was in full view of them both. "Keep your eyes open," she murmured, kissing the bronzed shoulders. Her hands slid around to cup the firm breasts. "You like to taunt people with your body, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress," she breathed, watching the pale hands with absolute fascination. Brenda watched her in the mirror as she watched herself. One hand continued to caress her breasts and tweak her nipples while the other began to roam over her belly and outer thighs. "You like to play hard to get." The heat in her cunt made Trixie's reply faint as she held onto Brenda. "Yes, Mistress." She was ready now. Her hand began grazing the girl's inner thighs and she bit/kissed the thin shoulder. "All those men just couldn't give you something you needed." "Yes, Mistress." Trixie had given up focusing her eyes and just kept them open as her hips bucked, seeking release. Fingers grazed around the golden mound, just close enough to catch a few hairs and dip in the juices seeping from it. "What is it I give you that they don't?" "I- I don't know, Mistress." Brenda stopped, then stood up, leaving her wanting, needing, more. "Mistress?" She gathered the ruined tank top and pants and threw them at Trixie. "Time to go, girlie." She bundled the dazed blond into her clothes and led her out of the Dungeon to the front door. "Don't come back until you can tell me what I gave you that no man ever has." With a throat-swabbing kiss, she shoved her perfect pet out the door. "Come back soon, pet," she whispered to herself. Perfect Punishment This is my first attempt at writing a story for Literotica. Hope you enjoy it. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidence. A special thanks to NyklDormir for editing. He stared in fearful anticipation of what was to come, knowing that the look his Mistress was giving him meant he'd done it again. He frantically thought through the rules She'd given him and couldn't figure out which one he'd broken. The list wasn't very long, so it didn't take him long to go through all of them. Well, She'd tell him soon enough, and punish him for it too. That much he was positive about. "Why do you insist on disobeying me? And why so early in the mornings?" Mistress asked, still groggy from just waking up. Maybe that was it. Maybe he'd woken Her up, a sure-fire way to make Her angry with him. "I'm sorry Mistress," he said, turning his eyes down in a way that hopefully would get him out of trouble. "Not yet you aren't," She replied, and he knew that trick wasn't going to work this time. "Now, strip and go make me some coffee while I decide what your punishment will be." He blushed, and almost protested. She raised her eyebrows and he kept his mouth shut. Both of them knew that the kitchen had a lot of windows, and that anyone could see him naked in there, but that was what She wanted. "Yes Mistress," he said meekly, and took off his boxer shorts. "You're learning," She said approvingly, and closed the door to Her room. He blushed even harder, remembering the last time She'd told him to go make Her coffee naked. He'd protested and... well he considered the French maid costume much worse then nothing at all. At least naked he could pretend he was wearing boxers, as the windows only showed from his bellybutton up. It didn't help the fact that he knew he was naked though, and he could feel his cheeks burning as he poured coffee grounds into the machine, added water, and turned it on. It seemed to take forever, giving him plenty of time to think about what his punishment might be. He fingered the leather collar he wore nervously, mind going through all the possibilities. Would She flog him? He'd done something to deserve that once before, and could still remember the strangely erotic sensation of the whip hitting his bare ass, both in a whisper caress, and a sharp stinging stripe. The combination of sharp pain and intense pleasure had made him beg Her for more, which She gave happily. He'd had trouble sitting the next day, but it had been worth it. Or maybe She'd put that vibrating cock ring on him. It was new, and he was as curious as he was nervous about it. She'd once mentioned wanting to see how many times She could make him come before he was really begging to stop. The thought of so much stimulation made him shiver, weather in delight or nerves, he wasn't sure. Either way, he was fairly sure he didn't want Her to use that one the first time as a punishment. He'd picked that one out because a regular cock ring wouldn't do anything but keep him hard longer for Her, while this one would be as pleasing for Her as it was for him. Maybe She'd just tie him to Her bed, blind fold him, and leave the room. That was the punishment that most concerned him, both because he would be afraid being alone like that and because it would mean he'd really made Her angry, a thought that made the bottom of his stomach drop out. He didn't want to make Her mad, didn't like disappointing Her, and if She chose that punishment, then he'd be beside himself trying to apologize. The other two punishments were as much for Her enjoyment as to teach him to behave better, but leaving him alone would (he hoped) be as hard for Her as it would be for him. If only he could figure out what he'd done! Then he could apologize for it profusely and maybe even convince Her that he was truly sorry. He carefully pulled the finished coffee from the coffee maker and went to the refrigerator, having forgotten for the moment his clothing-less state. When he turned back with the milk and sugar, he noticed the little old lady next door sitting in her back yard with a pair of binoculars trained on him, making him blush and hurry back to the relative safety of hiding behind the table. There, he carefully mixed the coffee the way his Mistress liked best before carrying the cup back to her bedroom. He paused before knocking, thinking that it was a good time to put some of the manners She'd been drilling into him into practice. Maybe then She wouldn't be as angry. He dropped to his knees, sitting on his heals, careful to be out of the way of the door, and set the coffee down gently. Then he leaned forward and knocked on the door, quickly picking the coffee up again and holding it up like an offering, dropping his eyes to his knees as She'd told him to do when serving a visiting Domme. He had no idea how long it took Her to answer the door, but when She did She was dripping wet. He kept his eyes on his knees, thought it was hard. He figured that if She wanted him to see, She'd tell him to look. She made a pleased sound in the back of Her throat, though, that told him he'd dome the right thing. Wet fingers ran through his hair briefly, and he nearly followed the touch, before remembering that he hadn't been given permission to move. "So you do pay attention to what I say occasionally," She said, before taking the coffee out of his hands and closing the door. That made him think. When had he not paid attention to what She'd said? He went over yesterday, knowing that She'd have punished him sooner if it had been before that. He'd made her coffee when She woke him to do so, had done all his chores while She was at work, had been kneeling by the door when She came home, had gone shopping at the local adult toy store (where he'd bought the cock ring and a few other things) and ... wait what exactly had She sent him to buy? Cock ring, new flogger, lube... that was it right? Then it hit him. He was supposed to find a strap-on for Her, but had been too embarrassed to go anywhere near them. That wasn't a good thing. He was almost in a panic when the door opened and his Mistress pulled him up by the collar. He looked at Her, startled, then dropped his eyes again. She laughed. "Figured it out yet, Pet?" She asked, and he nodded, not taking his eyes off the toes of her high-heeled shoes. "Good," She said, releasing his collar. "Go get dressed now." "Yes Mistress," he whispered, thinking that it wasn't a good sign that She wanted clothes on him. Usually She preferred him in nothing at all, though boxers were permitted for the sake of his "delicate modesty." He only ever wore clothes when they were going to somewhere, and he desperately didn't want to be punished in public. It was bad enough that he was in trouble at all, but to have others witness it? That made him even more nervous. His wardrobe consisted of only the things Mistress liked seeing him in, so She didn't designate a certain outfit for the outing. It was too early for them to be going to a club though, so he slid on a tight pair of jeans, sandals, and an equally tight shirt that showed off his collar and the little silver tag on it, and rejoined his Mistress near the front door. She nodded approval of his choice, and waited for him to open the door for Her. He held it open and locked it behind them, knowing that She would expect it of him, then jogged to the passenger side of the car. He got more and more nervous as he sat quietly, wondering where She was taking him. That question was answered quickly when they pulled up outside the adult toy store he'd been sent to yesterday, and he wondered what She was going to do. Surely She wasn't going to punish him here? Thankfully the store was empty except for the cashier, who greeted his Mistress by name and asked what they were doing back so soon. Mistress replied, "My little pet forgot something that I sent him for yesterday, so we're going to pick it up now." He would have almost preferred being ignored then being forced to pick out a strap-on that his Mistress would then use on him. "Since you didn't want to choose, Pet, I'm going to make the decision for you," Mistress told him as She walked with a crisp click from Her heels towards the assortment of dildos that were displayed. He followed, nervous and embarrassed, but (as usual) so turned on he thought he'd explode. One well placed word and he might too he mused, remembering the time She'd done that. They'd been in a restaurant at the time, before he'd moved in with Her, and She'd taken great pleasure in watching him squirm and try to muffle his moans as he'd emptied himself. Mistress was picking up various dildos and examining them, testing the width and length in Her hand much the same as She'd measured him. He stayed silent, knowing that now was a bad time to interrupt. She would pick one and then She would most likely take him home and use it on him, a thought that his mind balked at while his body seemed to want nothing more. He wanted to be Her bitch, Her pet, and if this was what it took to prove that to Her, he was going to try it at least. He could always use his safe-word (if he could remember it) if things got too intense for him. Mistress chose three from the assortment on the wall, each progressively bigger then the last, though he thought even the smallest was way too big for him. Mistress then drifted over to the butt plugs and began examining those. He followed, trailing after Her like the pet She called him, not quite sure what She was going to choose next. He hesitated when She grabbed a box set of plugs, each progressively larger like the dildos, and one package that read "Vibrato-Max! The vibrating butt plug that will keep going as long as you do!" He wasn't sure he liked where Her thoughts were heading with that one. "Now, Pet, I want you to take these to the check out line and pay for them while I look at the new corsets," Mistress told him, handing him the goodies She'd gathered. He blushed, but took them, knowing that this was part of his punishment. "Looks like you're in for quite a day," said the woman behind the cash register with a sinister grin on her face. He knew her from one of the clubs he and Mistress frequented, and knew that she was also a submissive, though a much better behaved one. "I suspect the day will be boring, but tonight? That's when it's going to get interesting," he replied, and the girl grinned. "Too true," she replied, ringing everything up. She hesitated at the sight of the Vibrato-Max, hand stilling before scanning it and dropping it into the bag. He noticed instantly. "What?" he asked anxiously. "Let's just say those things really will keep going as long as your Mistress wants them to," said the girl, blushing a little. "Oh joy," he said sarcastically, though he could feel his stomach flip flop in unmistakable anticipation. "Joy is right," said the girl, quite seriously. "Though you should only wear it for two hours at a time. A friend of mine had a bad reaction to wearing one longer." "Thanks for the warning," he said, thinking that his Mistress couldn't possibly want him to wear something like that for two whole hours. Could She? The other girl laughed. "I know that look," she said. "You did something bad again, didn't you?" He blushed. "When haven't I done something bad?" he asked, teasingly. The girl rolled her eyes and told him the total. He paid for it and took the bag with him to stand next to Mistress while she studied the newest corsets. "All ready Pet?" She asked, a teasing smile on her lips. "It's all paid for at least," he replied, gulping a little. "Mistress, I don't think..." She put a finger to his lips, a gentle gesture to be silent. "That's right, Pet, you don't think. That's my job," She said. She replaced Her finger with Her lips, and he responded instantly. "Let's get home," She whispered, and he knew that he'd do anything She wanted, anything to make Her happy. And if that meant letting Her use that new toy She'd picked up, he would do so, would beg for it. The car ride home was full of sexual tension, as he fought to stay still and She chuckled at him when his squirming got to be too noticeable. That was the one drawback to the clothes She'd chosen for him. She liked them tight, and that didn't leave much room when he got aroused like this. His cock was pulsing in time to the loud beating of his heart, making him hyper-aware of his Mistress, but not paying attention to much else. She was the center of his world, after all. They got out of the car, and he unlocked and held the door open for Her to enter before him, nerves coming back a little. "Strip," She commanded once the door was closed, and he was glad She'd waited that long. "Now pay very close attention, Pet," Mistress said to him quietly, grabbing his collar and forcing him to look at Her. "I want you to go into my bedroom, work some lube into that sweet ass of yours, put on that new cock ring, and lay on the floor, on your stomach. You should probably put a towel under you, because if you cum on my carpet, I'm going to make you clean it up with your tongue. And I've got much better uses for that tongue. Do you understand me?" "Yes Mistress," he replied, jitters back full force. He'd committed to it, now would he actually be able to do it? Mistress appeared to be wondering the same thing, because She said, "What's your safe word, Pet? You remember it?" "I can't remember if it's still Red Light, or if we changed it," he admitted, and Mistress sighed. "Well at least I got one safe word beaten into you," she said. "We had changed it, but Red Light will be fine. Now go get ready for me." She pointed towards the bedroom, and he hurried to do as She had asked. He grabbed a towel on his way into the bedroom, a place where he spent a surprising amount of time for a pet. It was a privilege to be aloud to sleep on the Mistress's bed with Her, but he had his own, trundle bed off to one side of the room. Mistress had a huge bed with a wrought iron headboard and footboard that was perfect for trying someone up in any number of interesting ways. And in the month he'd lived with Her, he'd been in most of them. He ignored the bed for the moment though, going instead to the closet and to box where Mistress kept Her toys. He was grateful She hadn't told him to get a flogger or paddle out of the toy box too, though he knew She had other things in store for his ass tonight. The flexible jelly cock ring slid over his erection, which swelled even more. He let out a soft pant, but his Mistress's warning was firmly in his mind. He didn't want to have to clean up Her carpet when there were much more exciting things he could be doing with his tongue. Quickly, before he could have second thoughts, he spread out the brightly colored beach towel that Mistress liked best and laid down on it. He squirted some of the cold lube onto shaking fingers, then gently applied it to the tight pucker of his ass. An involuntary moan escaped him, both at the wash of pleasure the touch caused and at the sight of the shoes Mistress was wearing. She was standing in the doorway, watching him prepare himself for Her, and it turned him on even more. He fought the urge to squirm, which he knew from past experience would only make it worse. That much stimulation and sweet friction, and he'd go over in no time. He continued the gentile rimming motion of his lube-coated finger, then decided to be brave and slip the very tip of his finger inside. He nearly came apart at the soft pant Mistress gave at this. She liked it, liked it enough to forget her usual control for a moment. Very gently, he continued to ease the finger into himself until he reached the knuckles, hips thrusting forward a little at the sudden stop. God that felt good! He pulled the finger out almost all the way, and thrust it back in again, this time a little faster, a little harder, until he was fucking himself almost frantically. "That's enough of that, Pet," Mistress said, now striding into the room, the click of her heals muffled in the thick carpet. "You should know better then to get that close to cumming without my permission." "Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress," he panted, and started to pull the finger out. "No, leave it there," Mistress murmured. "I want to see you there, finger shoved as far up your ass as it will go my little slut." He slid the finger back in all the way and shook with the need to move, to thrust, to do something, but his Mistress's word held him as firmly as any bindings could. He watched as first the shirt, then the flirty little skirt, then she sat on the edge of the bed and removed the heels. She paused, halfway through taking off the second shoe. "Very good," She purred. "You may remove the finger and sit up." He did so immediately, and found himself missing the full feeling of having something inside him. It hadn't hurt, something he was sure he'd experience later that night, but right then he was paying more attention to the scrap of blue lace that covered paradise. Mistress noticed. "Be a good pet and help me out of these?" Mistress asked with teasing smile on Her lips. "They're all wet." This required no answer, and he couldn't have formed one if he'd tried. He crawled over to the edge of the bed, and (grinning because Mistress hadn't told him he couldn't) took the edge of the thong in his teeth, gently scraping Her skin in the process. She smiled down at him and stood, letting him drag the thong all the way down Her beautiful, mile long legs until She stepped out of it. She left it in his mouth, though, and pulled the elastic over his head, creating a makeshift gag and teasing him with the scent and taste of her arousal. She left Her matching demi-bra on, though, a sure sign that they were in for some real fun. He moaned softly, and nuzzled Her thigh. "Now go lay back down, and get that ass nice and relaxed for me," She purred, planting a kiss on his lips, running her tongue along the lace of the gag. "I've got a few more preparations to make before our fun." He was so hard that he seriously considered cumming once just to take off the edge, but the thought of his punishment should he do that stopped him. He had no wish to clean up the floor with his tongue, and he knew that Mistress would be disappointed. That would be the worst of it. He hated knowing that he'd upset Her. So he lay back down carefully, reapplied the lube (though he found there was still a considerable amount on and in his ass already) and shoved his finger back inside with one fast, hard thrust. When he met no resistance to that, he carefully inserted a second finger, and thrust with both for a while. He knew how to loosen up an ass, thanks to all the things his Mistress had read to him, making sure he enjoyed it by keeping his tongue firmly employed in cleaning up the arousal that such stories always produced. He didn't hear Mistress's return, but he felt Her hand on his wrist, encouraging him to thrust faster and harder. He moaned, following her lead happily. Then he felt the buzz of the cock ring humming to life, and groaned, thrusting his hips back and grinding his cock against the towel covered carpet. "Ask me for it," whispered the Mistress, forcing his hand to continue it's work, Her other hand removing the gag. "Beg me for it. Tell me what I want to hear." "Please, please, please Mistress, let me cum," he pleaded. "I want to cum soooooo badly." "Not yet, Pet," Mistress whispered. "Not yet, but soon." "Oh please Mistress," he begged, shamelessly squirming against the floor in an attempt to push himself over the edge. A sharp smack on the ass stilled him instantly. "I said not yet," Mistress said, making sure the two fingers were thrust in as far as they could again before letting go and stepping back. There was the sound of a package opening, and he was too aroused to be nervous any more. The more Mistress pushed him, the more he responded, letting Her push him as far as She was willing to go. Perfect Punishment She pulled on his wrist, and he felt the tip of something cold and slippery at the gaping entrance his fingers had just vacated. "Ready?" She asked, and he nodded, wanting it more then he'd thought possible. She shoved, and he felt a searing pain as what he now realized was the strap-on thrust into his ass. He froze, and instantly tensed up, though he knew that was the last thing he should do. Another sharp smack. "Push out, slut," She ordered. "Because I'm going to fuck you, whether you're ready for it or not." He tried to relax, tried as hard as he could to let Her in, but it seemed to go on forever, until he felt the wetness of Her pussy against his ass. She shivered all over, causing the most erotic sensation he'd ever felt go through him as the dildo rubbed just the right spot inside him. He moaned and thrust back against Her, bucking hard into the pressure. "That's my little slut," She purred, leaning forward and biting his earlobe. "Now I'm going to fuck you hard and fast, and I'm going to make you scream like a girl when you cum. Now, on your knees, bitch." He scrambled to his knees, shivering and moaning at the feel of the dildo moving around in his ass. Mistress grabbed something from behind Her and shoved it under his hips, then knocking him forward onto the pillows with Her next thrust. She pulled his arms behind his back, using them for balance as she continued to thrust. There was no way he could do anything from that position, and he felt deliciously vulnerable, having nothing to do but hang on for the ride of his life. True to Her word, She got onto her knees and thrust hard, hitting square on his prostrate, making him feel the most amazing flare of heat every time. He squirmed and tried his best to thrust back, wanting more of the feeling. "More, please Mistress, fuck your slut harder," he panted, then started begging in earnest when She did. It felt amazing, and he wondered why he'd never done this before, why he'd balked when Mistress had asked, then ordered, and now that She'd insisted he'd finally given in. Pain and pleasure blended into one, and he found himself floating on a wave of feeling. "Please Mistress, I'm so close, please let me cum," he begged. "Please!" "Not until I say to," Mistress panted, no longer detached, and enjoying the ride as much as he was. He bucked even more, the thought of cumming at Her command, with Her dominating him so completely, was so exactly what he'd always wanted, always needed, that he nearly came before Her command. Suddenly, She stopped. "Roll over and lay on your back," She panted, as close to orgasm as he was. "I want you to eat me now, Pet, until I'm satisfied, then I might give you a reward." She slid one long, sexy leg over his chest and settled Her weeping pussy just out of range of his questing tongue. "Please Mistress," he whispered, eyes glazed with passion. "Please let me pleasure You." Without saying anything, She slid closer, tangling Her fingers in his hair and riding his mouth as hard as She had his ass. All he could do was lay there and take it, licking and sucking as well as he could while She rode him hard. Gentile tugs in his hair and the feel of the dildo still in his ass were driving him higher then he'd ever imagined possible. He could feel Her pussy tightening against his tongue told him that She was right on the edge of Her orgasm. He worked even harder, trying to get Her there, wanting to give Her as much pleasure as he was feeling. But just before She got there, She pulled back once again. She took a condom and rolled it down his pulsing erection with Her lips and mouth, and it had been all he could do to not cum right then. She couldn't quite deep throat him yet, though, so She rolled down the condom with maddening touches of Her fingers. She positioned Herself right over his erection, and he thrust a little, trying to get inside Her. She waited a moment, then sank down on him, taking him inside of Her, and making him shudder at the pleasure. Mistress moaned, the vibrating cock ring touching Her slit and bring her right back up to the edge. She began to ride him this way, but not for long. Far too soon, he felt Her tightening again and She whispered the command to cum. He saw stars at the force of his orgasm, and the feel of his ass tightening around the dildo took the wave higher then ever before, and he screamed like She'd told him that he would. He came for long enough that She came a second time. They were both sweaty and shaking when they returned to reality, aftershocks shaking their entire worlds, too exhausted to move enough to separate. A click, and the vibrations against his cock and Her slit stopped, causing them both to sigh in relief. Mistress kissed his sweaty brow and rolled off him an unknown amount of time later. She stretched, arching Her back against the carpet and then lay still. "Well, Pet? Are you going to defy me like that in the future?" Mistress asked, a note of laughter in Her voice. "As soon as I can walk right again, Mistress," he said with a grin of his own. Mistress's grin grew. "I look forward to it," She said, though they were both too exhausted to do more that day. "Now get up," Mistress said firmly. "Let's clean you up a bit and go out to dinner somewhere." He groaned. "Mistress, I don't think I can move yet," he protested. She helped him to his feet and made him remove all the toys. "Go dispose of that while I clean these up a little," Mistress said, smiling and gesturing to the condom. "Then come join me in the shower." "If it pleases you, Mistress," he said, and wondered how he'd ever gotten by without this woman in his life. She was perfect.