0 comments/ 26211 views/ 2 favorites Queen Me Ch. 01 By: RemainInLight It started innocently, I'm sure. I was standing at the boring café's counter, waiting for tea and a price, minding my own business. I guess I attract these kinds of people. I stand out, with the lavender dyed hair tied back in a tight bun. Or maybe it was the leather knee highs in the business woman's attire. Or maybe he just saw my ass. If it was the latter, I certainly don't blame him. I'd go to drastic measures myself to get a piece of it, if I wasn't me. "Here." A handful of change clattered onto the counter. "Let me get that for you, babe." Ugh. Colloquialism. He certainly wasn't doing himself many favors with that. "Thank you." "Could I at least get your name in return?" I finally paid him a glance. He was startlingly typical. Spiked short hair, but he definitely had a good build, even if his clothes- a white tank top and black jeans- were atypical. He looked like one of those high school kids who never grew up, who was a quarterback for the school football team. Now he just works out and wastes away to the retail world, while women like me run those retail firms. Not like that's what I do, specifically. Just typecasting. As he takes off his boring rack-bought sunglasses, I finally get a good look in his eyes. I'm trying to tell him he's out of his league with my own eyes, but he's not really smart. "I think it's a fair trade, honey. What's your name?" "You seem to think it's Honey. Or Babe." "Oh, come on, don't play me like that." You fool, I can play you however you want. It's amazing, how these lunkheads don't understand they're the ones who need us. "If my tea's good, I'll think about it." "Mm, a flirt." I smirked, as my tea arrived. I took a sip...mm. It wasn't bad. "This is rancid. Now, good day." I turned quickly, walking to the trashcan, and throwing it away. Let's see how far quarterback will chase me. A sharp twitch of the hips as I open the door will be my worm on the hook, and walk down the street, quickly. Door opens...oh, and there's running footsteps, pitter-pattering like my own cruel heart. Maybe you'll be of use to me after all, boy. "Hey, wait!" "You heard what I said, and you'd be wise to mind-" "No, you listen to me." I stopped, dead in my tracks. "What?" "That's not fair. I just bought you six dollar tea that you just threw out without hesitation, and I'm not going to let a broad play me like that." He stood before me, hands on his hips, sunglasses left behind. "First off, you should never interrupt a woman." He rolled his eyes. "Second, you bragging about buying me six dollars worth of tea just proves you're a cheapskate." "I'm not cheap. Baby, you don't even know what I've got." "Oh, real classy. What's your name?" "Jimmy. See?" "Jimmy. Well, Jimmy, you shouldn't mouth off like that to a woman, because Little Jimmy and the twins might suffer for it. More than they usually do, and especially if you keep calling women little pet names you never grew up past, you crass 18 year old Cro-Magnon." "You're not a woman." "What?" "I haven't made you one." I couldn't help but laugh in his face. My choice is made. "Ohhh...I needed that." He smirked at me. "I've got something else you need, baby." God, it's the square block in the circle hole. "You're a joke, you know that?" "Shut up." "That's all you have. Really? You get sacked much, boy?" "I'm not a boy." "Prove it." He grins again. "Alright. How?" "Drop your pants." "...what?" "Drop your goddamn pants. Oh, are you deaf as well as dumb?" He gulped. Aww. "Right here?" "Right here. A real man is secure in who they are, and what they look like." He got incensed at my challenge of his manhood, and growled at me. "You want to see a man? Huh? I'll show you what a man looks like." His haste was his enemy, as I watched him struggle with his belt. "...come on!" I laughed again. "Oh, what's the matter? Does mommy dress you and you don't know how to take it off?" He snarled, like a teenager thinks they do when they're being mean. Finally, the belt came loose, and he started tugging his pants down. "The button, genius." "Shut up!" Passersby stopped to look, blinking at the scene. I must admit, it probably looked strange. His pants dropped, and I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Tazmanian Devil boxer-briefs. I couldn't even start to hold it in. "What?! You..." The humbled young man pulled his pants up, and I turned to walk down the street. As he fought with his belt, grunting, I heard him follow. "Hey! I did what you want! Give me something!" I turned back to him, grinning. "You want something? Westgate hotel, Presidential Suite. The passcode is Bright Eyes. Four o' clock exactly." He grinned. "What about your name?" "We'll get there. Make yourself scarce, though." And so, he walked away. I don't stay in one town for too long, so I've developed a few nasty habits. In every big American city there is, I have a friend or two, except down here in San Diego. I'm going to make a friend out of him. No, not a friend. He'll get special treatment. I'm going to make him into my pet. I'm going to be the worst thing that ever happened to him. But first, preparations must be made. --- Damn, I'm gorgeous...I've probably been staring at myself in this mirror for a good hour now. A loose bathrobe that matches the hair, a black and purple basque, and a look to stare through a man, much less the boy. I'm constantly enamored with myself, and who wouldn't be? The kinds of tits that a boy has wet dreams over, the hourglass figure with the tight abs...mm. I am truly something to be feared. Alright, alright, enough about my own hot self. It's time to check the bag. Let's see now... Incense candles. Check. Lube. Check. Condoms. Check. Rope. Check. Shackles. Check. Cane. Check. Blindfold. Check. Ballgag. Check. Assless skirt. Check. Collar. Check. Harness. Check. Plug. Check. Ribbed vibrator. Check. Signal whip. Check. Flogger. Check. Alright! That's everything. Back in the bag. Clock says 3:59...and there's the doorbell. Good. I trotted over to the door, opening it to see the boy, dressed exactly the same. I put my disdain face back on. "Get in here." "Hello to you too...Jesus, you look-" "In!" I barked. He just shook his head and entered. He tried to put a move on me again, and I'm glad I didn't interrupt. "I told them not to come help no matter how much screaming there is." I just grinned to myself, then turned back to him, grimacing. "Big ego, huh? Naked, now. And meet me in the bedroom." I strutted to the room, then quickly hid. The blind spot in a room is always the same; behind the door on your way in. As he walked in naked, he laughed. "Here I am, ba...by?" I whispered "Sorry," but I wasn't, as my foot lifted into his pride. He yelped like a little girl and fell over in shock, face first onto the bed. Perfect. I opened the bag, and got to dressing. Blindfold and gag, knot after knot, shackle and shackle, cane bracing, condom, and the coup de grace; the male assless skirt. It was too small, so it ground his nub down even further than I was intending. Oh well. He started struggling, so I sat on top of him, applying my weight so I could finish up the job; the collar with the rope fixture. I drilled in a little hinge on the roof, and I had more than enough money to pay the damages. I hopped off the bed, and let him come to, breathing with utter panic, struggling against his bonds as I laughed, shrugging my robe off. "You wanted my name? I have a name you'll be calling me. You'll call me Queen, and nothing else. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll have to do some prep work...I'll be back soon, baby." The candles were jasmine scented, a personal preference. Of course, the poor boy couldn't enjoy the odor. He was too busy struggling helplessly against my strong bonds. Listening to him grunt and whimper was starting to turn me on, to be honest. It's the aesthetics of it as well. A strong, virile young man- I'm such a flatterer- being deprived of such basic freedoms. He was starting to sweat, giving his body a shiny sheen. I set the four candles, taking my sweet time and watching him squirm in utter futility. I moved closer to the bed, setting a hand on his little skirt. He jerked away as best he could, yelping through the ball. With that, I started to sing into her ear. Oh, PJ Harvey, you have a song for every occasion. "Tie yourself...to me. No one else, no, you're not rid of me..." My hand slid down his thigh, listening to him try to breathe and watching him drool. "No, you're not rid of me..." I slid around, pressing myself to his body and tugging on the rope of the collar, Night, and day...I breathe..." I panted right onto his neck, making sure it was nice and warm. "You're not rid of me...yeah, you're not rid of me..." I slid behind him, my hand grasping his chin. "I beg you..." I reached up, wiping a finger around his drool soaked mouth. "My darling..." My other hand bent him over. "Don't leave me..." My hand went down to his ass. "I'm huuurting..." And that finger went into his ass. He yelled through the gag. But I noticed something odd. "Oh my god...it's clean!" My uproarious laugh made him struggle harder, as I slid the finger in slowly. "You're a little manwhore! Tell me, baby, is it just a bidet or is it a full blown enema? Oh, wait...I forgot, sorry. I guess you can't be a manwhore since it's so tight, but we'll fix that." He started yelling and moving, enough to ram the headboard into the bed. I pulled out, and grabbed at his balls, tightly. Probably uncomfortably, but I wouldn't know. "You know...if you keep acting up like this, things will only get worse for you." I squeezed, and he yelped. I couldn't help but groan. "Ungh...now, are you going to be a good boy? Or do things have to get worse?" He was silent for a little, so I let him go. "Good..." But, like that, he started fighting again. I leapt off the bed, running to the bag as he continued to make a racket. I found the whip quickly, and uncurled in. With a mighty swing, a loud crack was heard, and immediately, he stopped moving. I growled. "Yeah? Did that get your attention, you little bitch?" The stupid boy sat up, like I wasn't still mad at him. Quickly, I snapped the whip, and lashed him once across the back. He howled through the gag, body quivering as I watched the welt form. Before he could lean down, I gave him one more, causing him to seize up and spasm, back muscles twitching wildly. It was pretty hot, giving his build. I moved over to him again, grasping his chin and purring in his ear. "If you act up again, you'll get two more lashes, and you will take them where ever I am able to give them." I draped the whip over his ass. "Do we understand one another?" He quickly nodded his head. I could hear him sobbing. I spit on his face, letting go. "You know, men can be pathetic. You work hard for your body, and you act with bravado, but a little pain and you crumble. What's the matter, crybaby? You scared?" No answer. So, I slowly laced the whip around his neck, and gave a little tug, making him gag. "I asked you a question, toy." He nodded quickly. "Pathetic...absolutely pathetic." I released the whip, as he shuddered. "Scared, huh? Then why are you hard?" He stopped cold. I laughed, and slapped him on the ass. "We're going to find out all sorts of things about you today... " Draping the whip over my neck, I went back over to the bag, getting the flogger, and going back over to him. I rubbed the deerskin over his body, watching him twitch at the feeling. It did feel nice to touch, and this was probably all the relief he'd get today. Not that I felt bad about this or anything. "We're going to find out how far I can take you over the edge, and how long it'll take you to break." I lightly smacked the flogger on his skirt encased cock, grinning. He gasped, shuddering. "And you will break." I slid off the bed, leaving the flogger there, and getting the vibrator. It was long, like a large finger, with bumps every few centimeters, and well curved. I got the lubricant out, looking over at him and watching him shudder. "Did you know that a prostate-induced orgasm is more powerful than any other kind for a male?" He shuddered again. "That's probably the only thing I envy about men..." I got the lubricant out, and started to rub it on the vibrator. "Sometimes, I think about what it'd be like if someone buttfucked me like I fuck others. I mean, as a guy. I wouldn't even have to get myself off." He started struggling again, and I snarled. "The whip is a few inches away, fool." He stopped, and slumped forwards a little, sniffing once. I felt heartless. And incredibly horny. Slowly, I walked back towards him, climbing onto the bed. "This will hurt far less if you learn to relax." I pressed the thin, lube soaked tip of the vibe to his anus, listening to him grunt, and then yelp as it started sliding in. It would've gone straight in, but I'm not that heartless. Not to a first timer, anyways. Maybe to my little pet at home... Oh, I'm losing focus. Although, I can't wait to get home to her now. I slid the vibe in to the first bump, watching it spread him open. He was breathing frantically, head lowering and landing on the bed. "Ha! Now are you just doing it because you want it to be over with?" Maybe I am a little heartless. I slid in two more bumps, at least two inches in with three bumps to go. He yelled, tightening around the toy. "Or do you want it?" He shook his head no, breathing hard through his nose. I grabbed one of his butt cheeks, squeezing, and then forcing it the rest of the way in, all four inches of it. The way he was yelling made me think I already put the dildo in. I let him calm down slowly, releasing the handle and letting it wiggle softly as his ass squeezed around it. I made it shake harder, tracing my nail down the welts on his back, causing him to shake hard. "Mmm, you like it...wait until we really get started." I reached down to the handle, wiggling it and letting it stir slightly inside him, listening to him grunt. I looked down, watching his cock throb strong as I moved the toy around. "Look at you! You're hard enough to fuck a hole in a wall. I bet you'd want to fuck me, huh? Rape me? That won't last." I reached down to the control on the bottom of the handle. "I'm gonna fuck you till you love me." I flipped the switch, letting it buzz low, and getting what I wanted; he moaned. "That's right. You already want it. I wonder what you're thinking? I bet you're arguing with yourself...well, let me tell you something. You're not a man. I'm going to make you one...but I'm going to make you my kind of man." I reached behind me, grabbing the flogger, and lifting it up. "Are you ready to be my man?" No answer. A bad idea. I slapped his ass with the flogger, listening to him groan in pain and watching him shudder. Before he could relax, I dropped it down on his other cheek with a loud slapping sound. Slowly, I went back and forth, cheek to cheek. After the third on each, I turned the vibrator up one. His grunting and yelping was like music to my mean ears, as I went back and forth, smashing the flogger to his ass again and again, bringing a bright red flush, but not hard enough to bruise. At six, I turned the vibrator up again, to high, and went until ten for each cheek. I turned the vibrator back on low, letting it buzz away and letting him breathe. "Now, I'm going to ask again. Are you ready to be my man?" He shook his head yes, vigorously. I even heard him sobbing a little, and I bet my laugh didn't really help him calm down. "Good! You're learning...then let's go over the ground rules..." I gripped the handle of the vibrator, and started sliding it in and out, listening to him moan. "I am your queen travel the world as a business woman, but in every big city, I have a toy like you waiting for me. As your queen, I expect total, singular subservience. You will have no other queen, no other dom. You're free to fuck whoever you want, but it is my word that will take precedence over all others. And above all things, unless I tell you or make you, you'd better not dare touch me. Do you understand?" He nodded. " I will call you 72 hours before I touch down. You will pick me up, and you will listen to my every instruction. If I ask you to show up in drawstring pants and a pink shirt covered in unicorns, you will do this. If I ask you to fuck a man in front of me for my own entertainment, you will do this. I won't get you in legal trouble, you have my word. But if you do not follow my instructions, you will be in worse trouble than the law can put you in. Do you understand?" He nodded. "You will refer to me as queen, your highness, and other such terms. You will never have my name, only my title. Do you understand?" He nodded. "You will keep yourself in the condition I tell you to. You will eat the diet I tell you to eat, you will work the muscles I tell you to work, and you will keep your ass trained. Whether you do this by yourself, or find yourself a man, I don't care. Do you understand?" He nodded. So, I turned the vibrator up one more, and started fucking him hard with the vibrator. He grunted and moaned, and started to push back into it, moaning louder around the ball. I laughed softly, pumping firmly, in and out as he started to actually rock into it. "See? You're already learning new things about yourself." He started to shake, and sure enough, he came, ejaculating into the condom. I let him ride it out, and once he was done, I pulled the vibe out, and the condom off. Carefully, I lifted it up, and tapped his shoulder. "Sit up straight." He did, shakily. "Lift your head." He did. And because I'm demeaning, I poured his seed onto his face. He quivered, breathing hard. "Understand that what I have for you is not love. This is merely a sexual relationship, and I would just as soon throw you out of this room just like this. You must fight for my attention, and if you break, I will break you. I will demean you, I will humiliate you, and I will fuck you, and though you will love me for it, you are nothing to me. Do you understand?" He nodded, breathing slowly. "I'm going to take your gag out. Choose your words carefully." I reached up, unhooking the buckle, and lifting the ball from his mouth. He gasped and breathed deep, until it regulated. He let his head droop slightly, then straightened up. "...your highness." I won. "Do you want my attention?" "Y-yes, your highness." "Are you ready to be tormented to get it?" "...yes, your highness." I reached over, and grabbed the flogger. I felt the skirt, his hardon pressing hard against the latex, still firm and still ready. It hasn't even depleted a bit. "I will fuck you." "Thank you, your highness." "But first, you must endure." I patted the flogger against his hard on, skirt or not. He seized up slightly. "I will hit you five times." He gulped. "You will not only make as little noise as possible, but you will thank me each time I do." I smacked the Flogger across his lap. He bit his lip, growling, and then exhaling. "Th-th-thank you, my queen..." "Ask for another." "M-may I have another?" "Certainly." Crack. "Ahh!" He panted quickly, chest heaving, still blindfolded. "Thank you! Oh, god, thank you..." He shuddered. "Please, my queen, another..." Crack. "Nnnngh....thank you so much..." His body was sweating and shivering. "May I have another?" "Only if you can tell me how many that was." "Three, queen..." Crack. "FOUR!" He yelled just a little bit, and then went back to breathing hard, chest heaving. I waited, and he said nothing. Crack. His whole body trembled with the effort it took not to scream. "That was extra, bitch. You didn't thank me for the fourth." Queen Me Ch. 01 "Th-th-th-thank you, queen...could I...have one...m-" Crack. I'm a bitch, I know. "-MAAAUGH! Thank you!! Thank you!" He was trembling, slumping over a little bit. I set the flogger down, and went back to the bag, getting out the plug and smothering it with lube. "You're welcome." I walked back over, and tapped the smaller plug to his anus, and immediately, he bent over. I slowly, gently started to screw it in, and he groaned low. It was just about as thick as the bumps on the vibrator. Once it was in, I reached over, and slowly, carefully undoing his bonds, and his skirt. I took the rope off his collar, but I left his collar on. He was my pet, after all. He rubbed his wrists softly, no longer fighting. I removed his blindfold, and he covered his eyes, then slowly uncovered them, the only light being the candles and the bits of sunlight coming from between the shades, so the light was probably not as hard to adjust to as he thought it'd be. "Lay on your back." "Yes, your highness." He did, as I went back over to the bag, getting another condom, tossing it at him. He caught it, and hurridly opened it, pulling it on. I slowly undressed out of my glorious undergarments, letting him look at me. He didn't dare say anything, of course. I looked over to him, and then crawled onto the bed, getting real close to him, our mouths centimeters away. And he didn't move. I stayed there, smirking gently. "You're my bitch." "Yes I am." I laughed, and sat up, reaching up and untying my hair. I took the hair tie, and looped it around the base of his cock, maybe a little tightly. "We're going to fuck until I get off." I adjusted a little, squatting with my hands on his chest. I reached down, and aligned carefully, sliding onto him. I let out an exaggerated moan as he shuddered, his dick apparently horribly sensitive. I don't know how that'd happen. "Ooooooo you're pathetic." I chuckled, and started sliding up and down, slowly but only for a little. I moved faster and faster on him, and he groaned loud to me. "Hah! Mmm...and you wanted to fuck me- unnh... with this tiny thing." I laughed, bouncing more and reaching down to frig my own clit. "You're kidding, right?" I gasped a little, looking at his face. He was gasping and moaning, of course, but his eyes looked vulnerable. I decided I'd rub salt in that wound, slowing down. "Jim...you're pathetic...I have to finger myself to get anything out of you...you've got a small dick, and I can tell you think with it...I haven't even gotten started with --my- pleasure...and you're moaning like a bitch." I hocked a little, and spit right on his cheek. "Why...am I doing this?" He was panting hard, squirming. "Because...I'm your toy..." I laughed. "Damn right, you are...here we go..." I started fingering myself quickly, bouncing hard on his cock. He was moaning up at me, squirming and grabbing the sheets, obeying perfectly. I started to lose myself, closing my eyes and thinking about what I've done. I've demolished this boy. I've taken his masculinity, and assfucked it out of him, replacing it with me. Me, me, me... It must've been at least ten or fifteen minutes before it started in. The warmth hit my gut, and started expanding. I looked down at him, and he looked almost unconscious. He must've cum at least once by now, but I hadn't felt the condom breaking, so everything's still fine. It's not like I cared anyways. He was still hard, and I was still going to cum. "Mmm...nnnh...AHH!" And then it hit. I contracted wildly, the squeezing on his raw cock making him shudder powerfully. And just like that, it was all over. I pulled off, and slumped a little, sitting beside him and laying down for a few seconds, before I sat up. "That was terrible. As soon as you can move, get a shower, and get out of my sight." He only gurgled at me, as I went to get my own shower. I had won. I always win. A woman is capable of great things in modern society, and I am tremendous at achieving these great things. I had won, and he was my little bitch. My conquest. I truly was the queen, holding dominion over men and women alike. I can make him do anything I want now, like some subservient nation. And he, he will not be able to stand my absence. I have his name, and his phone number. I have his libido. I have his life. But now, above all things, I wish I had the tea he bought me. Oh well. To make an omelet, you have to fuck a man in the ass. Wait, that's wrong. Queen Me Ch. 02 The definition of home is "a familiar or usual setting." At least, one of the definitions. This one works for where I'm going. See, being a world traveler, I don't get to have a lot of time in one space. I'm usually off and away to some random meeting because people refuse to conduct business correctly. So, when that happens in a business, any business, I am called in. I'm a consultant for employee morale, but I work freelance and have considerable connections. It's a lucky career. All I have to do is rationalize why a company should switch kinds of paper, or whatever asinine problem was at the root of the situation. But against all logic, I had two days to myself. Of course, a long flight is not helpful to my limited free time, but it's a smaller handicap. Soon enough, I had pulled up in front of my New York home. Suburban and luxurious, the house was a very bizarre looking thing. An amateur architect was looking for exposure, having a really remarkable idea, and would do anything to get it. To my surprise, he meant it. I didn't even have to repeat the demand. With pleasure, he literally kissed my ass, then...well, never mind. He was already of the disposition necessary to enjoy what we did, though. The result was a gorgeous two story hovel, with one way mirror windows and knock proof doors, a three car garage, and the aura of independent luxury. Today was special for someone else, though. I don't live alone. My house is too precious to me to leave it unattended, but I didn't trust strangers. Back when I was in the office all the time and not on the field, my secretary and I formed a very special bond. The kind of bond that comes from several hours of alone time many days a week. She was struggling, though, as the higher-ups weren't able to take up their frustration on me, and instead tried to hurt her. So I offered her a way out: A joint bank account, and a place to live, but she has to live at my house. She accepted just as quickly as the architect. Now, this isn't to imply she's reliant on me. She has a boyfriend and hobbies, and is starting to grow a bustling art career, thanks to openings I can give her. She's told me I'm her best friend, and I've come to see her the same way, even if we are a little more physical. Pulling up to the house, I was excited too. I could only imagine what was going through my pet's mind. I stopped the car, sliding out the door and slamming the door loud enough for her to hear. Hopefully. I straightened out my business attire, coat and skirt matching and looking delicious. I've always found the dom in business attire the most attractive, because it says that you're not even important enough for them to get comfortable. I got my duffel bags from the sleek silver convertible's trunk, slamming it as well, and moving to the door, heels clacking on the concrete. I barely set my foot on the doormat, before the door opened. And there was my pretty little pet. Shimmering brown hair with sleepy brown eyes, and oval glasses with a modern curve. Modern as in it curved perfectly, not modern as in "we're all back to super boxy glasses." She stood there with a small little smirk- her thing- and a hand on her squeezable hips. She'd gotten something special for me; a sheer chemise, down to her thighs that barely hid her cute body. I could see just how excited she was just by how her nipples were sticking straight out. She reached out her dainty little hand, and took the lighter bag, turning away. "I thought you'd forgotten about me, my Queen." "Never, pet." I followed her, watching her walk. She had this confident little sway when I was around, her panties thronging. "Although I'm disappointed that you're even wearing panties...did you get that for me or for him?" She set the bag under the desk, where it should go, and turned back to me. "The both of you." I moved close, pressing her against the desk, and set the bag underneath. "Then I'll pretend it's for me. Now come here." We moved simultaneously, and kissed with the sort of passion that is made for terrible romance novels, only with me as the man. She cooed at me, and I pulled back. My good little pet, she recovered quickly. She unbuttoned my coat, slowly, and I let it drop. She took it, and walked to the coat rack, then the door, closing it. I headed off to the couch, smiling to myself. She's always been this obedient, ever since I opened up to her. She said it was a side of herself she loved, and that was enough for me to accommodate. Besides, look at her! She's cute as a button, and more than capable in bed. I crossed my legs, and my pet wordlessly approached, laying across my lap and getting comfortable. I have to admit, I did feel the same kind of peace that comes with a cat coming to give love, and it wasn't so different. Inside the house was just as unique as the outside. Most of the walls were curved instead of flat wall leading to a flat roof. The ceiling was painted with a sort of impressionist sky, a ceiling light at where the sun was. It was a weak UV light, so it did feel like sunlight. It's mostly for couch naps when the sun's not out, since sleeping in the sunlight is always better than just sleeping. The ceiling on the whole first floor is like that, but in the master bedroom and my wardrobe- or the second floor, in other words- the rooms are more normal, more standard and cream colored. The guest bedroom was similar, with just 'cozy' in mind compared to the expressionism in the rest of the house. My pet snapped me out of my little trance, shifting around. She was so cute...I started petting her, softly, rubbing her side with one hand. She smiled and pressed into it, sighing softly and making a noise not that much unlike a purr. It's a habit for her. I looked her over, smiling and continuing to stroke her side. She was starting to goosebumps, and I was having a pretty good time. My eyes scanned her, and once I got to the cute little ass of hers, my brows raised, a string hanging out of her panties. I remembered the orders I gave her before I left; get up to five anal beads. And there's the string for the beads I gave her. I looked back to her, and she was smiling at me. "What...did you think I wouldn't?" I smiled, sincerely, and patted her hips. "I knew you would. It's just nice to see." She shifts a little, smiling proudly. "I'm wearin' something else, too." "Oh yeah? What is it, pet?" "That clit vibrator you sent for came while you were gone." I could only grin, as she raised, grinning back. "I'll go get the remote. As she left, I stood up, and moved quickly, downing my skirt and panties and crossing my legs quickly. Sure enough, she came back with this red little remote control, and had the same thought I did, her chemise probably on the floor somewhere. I sat up a little, and she came closer, holding out the remote. I reached up, and tightly tweaked one of her nipples, making her jump and squeak so cutely. I took the remote, then spread my legs. "Eat." "Yes, my queen." She sunk to her knees, and slowly, carefully, came close to my sex. I studied the remote, observing the two dials. Strength and Pulse. There was also a killswitch at the bottom, under a little plastic box. I turned Pulse to longest, and strength to highest, and set it down, as my pet leaned in, and started to slowly lap, dragging her tongue up and down my sex. I sighed softly, and reached down, petting her idly, floating until I heard her surprised yelp from between my legs. As soon as she did, I pushed her back against me. Her tongue was shaky now, her body twitching softly when I ran my hand down her spine. She kept on licking, getting as many in as she can before the buzz made her back arch again, and stopped her. I let her head go, curious, but she kept licking anyways. "Good girl...mmm...suck on my clit." She did, wrapping her soft lips around it and suckling so cutely on it, keeping her teeth away. I started moaning down to her, and was starting to let go, before the buzz hit again, and she pulled away, yelping and shaking. I laughed, and stroked her cheek. "Don't worry, pet...get up. I'll meet you in your room." I stood up, and left, hearing her walk behind me, then hearing her shriek again and stumble. I grinned, twirling the remote in my hand. "This was a good investment, don't you think?" She could only moan at me, starting to follow again. I entered her room, and got comfortable on the bed. Her room was nice, if a bit spartan. A desk with a computer, her bed, a dresser, and one special little thing I bought her. A very, very special chair. Actually, I guess chair is misleading. It's for laying on, but in a very specific position; doggy-style. There's platforms on either side to put your knees and hands, but more importantly, they have little clasps. But the main event was a little bit of mechanism placed so, so perfectly; a retractable dildo that pumps mechanically, under the window so the sun or moonlight is on her. It's in case she gets too lonely. She finally entered the room, a little dizzy and smiling shakily. She coos right for me as the toy buzzes again, standing on her tiptoes, then sinking back to her feet. I smiled, and twisted the remote, turning the buzz to lowest, but with quick pulsing. She started purring just about constantly, squirming and leaning against the doorway, pawing at it with one hand. I snapped my fingers, and she looked at me with lidded eyes. All I had to do was gesture to the device, and she moved quickly to it, stripping, then mounting and waiting gleefully. I couldn't help but laugh, and slowly stood up, listening to her chirr and watching her tremble lightly. The restraints, eight in number, tightened perfectly to her arms and legs. One per calf, one per thigh, one per wrist, and one per upper arm, just below the elbows. There's also little handles that she started pawing at, as soon as I got her on it. I flipped the shade up, letting the moonlight shine on her bare back. I couldn't help myself, running my hand over her spine. She tried to arch, but the little noises she was making for me were enough. I reached down to the console, and pressed the first button, the dildo slowly pushing forwards, against her lips. She moaned, and I reached down, parting her lips to let it in. Her cute little sounds turned much more desperate, much more lusty. I always put in one of the screws odd, using a screw too long since I ran short, but tonight, it came in handy. I tied the string of her beads around it, and petted her. "Now, don't go anywhere. I have to go get some toys." "Unnh..." "Good girl." I flipped the switch, and watched the string buzz and the dildo slowly slide out, and left soon after, my pet's moans making the soundtrack for the evening. I took my time, going upstairs to my bedroom, to my little toy chest. Everything was perfectly sorted; dildos, vibrators, bonds, and anal play. I took a pair of handcuffs and a ribbed dildo, then grabbed a harness from my dresser, and pulled it on slowly. I loved how these harnesses felt; it squeezed tightly to my ass, so it'd keep steady while I, say, fucked my pet straight in half. I slowly attached the dildo, stroking the weight of it hanging off me. I grabbed a tube of lubricant, and the riding crop that hung on the wall, and went back downstairs. My poor little pet was a mess. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning openly, her glasses crooked and her hair strewn everywhere. The dildo was pumping her nice, making all those lovely noises. I softly petted her head, watching her writhe. I brushed her hair over one shoulder, her head turning and pressing against the platform. Her body was shimmering with sweat from the ride, probably from her rocking back against the probing. "How's your ass feel, huh?" She could only moan in response, as I reached for the console. "Good, because I'm gonna fuck it..." I turned the dildo down, and she felt it slow down. I can tell because she whined, settling down. "Now ride it yourself." She started slowly moving back and forth on the slow moving dildo. I brought it to a stop, fully extended and listened to her coo as she went back and forth, back and forth. But not nearly fast enough. I raised the riding crop, and brought it down once on her left ass cheek, causing her to jolt. "I said ride it, pet." I cracked her across the other, making her shiver and yelp, and she began to move faster. I carefully loosened the bonds on her thighs so she could move more, but she kept at the same speed. I had no choice but to bring it down again, once for each ass cheek. She yelled with each one, and moved slightly faster, moaning up to me and finally looking at me. She gasped, and I saw her looking at my dildo. "Don't get distracted, pet!" I brought the crop down on each cheek, again, then started into a lazy rhythm. Left, right, left, right, one, two, one two... Of course, her frantic moaning and yelping was making everything interesting, and finally, I heard her squeal in orgasm. She was riding the chair so hard that it was likely to fall over if it wasn't as sturdy as I made it. The dildo was slick with her honey, and I couldn't help but smile as she slowed down. Slowly, I undid the bonds, and helped her off, stopping her as she got to her feet, and pushing on the back of her head, towards the toy she just rode to climax. I watched her lick and suck at it, panting and making a real show. Chuckling, I raked my nails over her raw ass, which made her moan. "You're a slut sometimes, you know that? You suck it like it's going to go off for you... a lot of boys would kill for something like that." She lifted off the dildo, the suction of her lips making a nice pop. "Yeah...? Well, there's only one boy for me...and one woman for me, too..." I smirked, and brought the crop down again on her ass. She buckled, moaning and clutching at the chair. "Woman?" "Nnh...only one queen for me..." "That's better. Now say thank you." "Huh?" Crack! "Ahh!" She panted, standing on her tiptoes. "For getting you off, of course." "Thank you...thank you, thank you my queen..." "You're welcome. Now, put your hands behind your back?" My pet's a good girl. She straightened up, breathing hard, and put her hands together while I slowly, carefully cuffed her. She was glowing, smiling nicely from her orgasm. I played slightly with her hair, kept very well. "You remember why I made you wear your hair down?" She smirked, looking over her shoulder. "Yeah...you put some back massager to my crotch and it made me squirm." I chuckled, flashing back and playing with the string of the beads. She bristled some, and bent over nice for me. "I had my hair undone, and you said the way I was shaking my head made it whip around like it was fine art." I tugged on the beads, listening to her moan. "That's right, pet...you have a good memory." I pulled the first bead out, watching her ass tighten around it and retract, puckering softly. She moaned hard, twitching while bent over. "It's 'cause...you leave an impression." In sweet silence, I withdrew the next four beads, watching her shiver with each one popping out, until the last one fell out. I raised them, looking at them, then setting them in a basket. I grabbed the lube, and opened it. "Tell me what it's like when I make you cum..." I poured some of the lube onto my fingers and slowly, lovingly, starting to grease her up. She moaned again, standing on her tiptoes as my fingers lubed as deep as they could, maybe keeping in for a little longer. Just because I liked seeing her writhe. "Mmm...well...I feel the heat...it gets hard to breathe...there's this steel feeling in my spine, like..." She took a moment to get lost in my slick finger fuck, panting, and then shaking her head to get back to reality. "Like a freezing thunderstorm...and then I just can't stop twitching..." I slid the fingers out, and took the lubricant, rubbing it on the dildo much faster. Hey, my fingers only go so deep. The head slid in very easily, and she gasped, holding surprisingly still as I pawed at her hips. I pulled out, and squeezed her ass. I pressed on her back, until she was laying across the bed, ass in the air. I slowly spread her legs open, and held her ass cheeks open, bumping the dildo against her taut asshole, and pushed in slightly. She moaned again, and whined as I pulled out. "Ohh, no..." I do this a lot to her. I think it's called tip drilling? Regardless, it drives her up the wall, and I love the desperation in her voice. I squeezed at her red ass cheeks, and kept pushing in just enough, before pulling out. Her whimpering moans were sweet like cane sugar soda, but she didn't fight against it at all. A good pet, I had. "Beg, darling." "Oh, please...fuck my ass...fuck my tight ass...I need it so bad..." "Why?" "I've been good..." "Mm, that you have." "Pleeeease..." "Then promise me..." "Yes! Anything, anything at all..." I laughed softly, shaking my head. "Poor girl...I have a cat suit in the closet, and as soon as you wake up tomorrow, I expect you to get yourself ready and wear it." "A-alright..." "And you can't take it off unless I take it off." She whined. "And I'm going to flog you." Before she could offer protest, I pushed the dildo in, just a little deeper, letting her moan and writhe under me. "And you already said yes! So I win." She moaned as I pulled out, whining again. "Oh, don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you now..." She perked up. "Crawl on the bed. On your back." I went to the head of the bed while she writhed and climbed onto her bed. I grabbed a pillow, and as she turned over, I slid it under her lower back, sliding onto the bed and tapping her legs. Like a good girl, they lifted right into the air as I got into position. Her calves rested on my shoulders, my tits resting in the curves of her legs, quite perfectly. I slowly got lined up, and she smiled wide, eyes closed in preparation. I planted my hands soon after I bumped her anus, and slid in quickly, and deeply. She gasped and nearly screamed at me right there, twitching wildly. I started moving slowly, the dildo making loud, disgusting "schlick" noises that complimented my pets love noises poorly. I don't remember where I learned to fuck like I can, but I'm sure years of practice on my pet have only helped my learning along, and she's been willing to help. Her eyes were closed and her whole body shook with each thrust, her pear-shaped tits bouncing nicely as my pelvis slapped against her raw ass. She kept her legs still, though, so as not to at all upset me. Good pet. Before I really knew it, I was going fast, full on fucking her ass. The dildo bumped crazily against my own crotch, giving me a little bit of a buzz, but nothing like what my pet was getting. I decided to go all out, and started pumping as hard as I could, the smacking and slipping noises filling the air, as she was unable to moan, just gasping repeatedly for air with a crooked smile on her pretty face. I started slowing down, and moved her a little, her legs around her waist as I butt fucked her just a little more, my hand going to her crotch and flicking furiously over her clitoris. Finally, I found a rhythm, and was able to fully fuck her again, as my fingers rubbed over her swollen nub. That did her in, and she started twitching wildly, legs tightening to the point of quivering as I plowed her ass and frigged over her clit. She let out a gigantic sigh, collapsing and shuddering. I slowed down, to a halt, but remained inside her. Slowly, after a long time of hearing her whimper, trying to tighten again, I pulled out, undoing the harness. My sweet little pet was asleep, and god, I needed to cum. I was on my way upstairs, preparing to serenade my showerhead, when all of a sudden, the phone rang. I was frustrated, storming to the phone, and looked at the number. The caller ID said one word: King. Queen Me Ch. 02 I picked up immediately. "Hello?" A deep, sensual voice rang out from the other end of the line."Go shower. You have forty five minute. Then, I'll have further instructions." Meekly, I replied; "Yes, sir." He had hung up, and me, I was racing to the bathroom. Home, sweet home.