1 comments/ 8536 views/ 3 favorites ShadowMistress By: DelishuslySynful Lady Angel, leather and lace clad Mistress of Shadows. Sensual with a taste for dominance, Her sexual pets both benefited and suffered under Her teaching. Crop and flogger, handcuffs and shackles were merely tools used in the training She gave to those who came seeking Her guidance. But one was special, a man who both kept Her mentally sharp, and pleased Her sexually. They complimented each other in all aspects of the time spent together. She took care preparing for the evening's event. First thoroughly scrubbing Her body and hair clean, then with sandalwood scented oil smoothed over every inch of skin. Her crimson hair brushed dry, and then braided into a long tail that hung to just below Her waist. Carefully looking at Herself in the mirror, She saw a woman dressed in a black, leather corset trimmed in lace, thigh-high lace stocking attached by ribbons to a leather garter belt. Black, over-the-knee, leather boots with five inch heels finished off the ensemble. Her mound left bare, covered by neither leather, nor lace. Only a narrow, shadowy strip of tight red curls gave color to the pale flesh peeking from between smooth, supple thighs. The sharp click of heels against the marble tiles announced Her progress along the empty hallway. A casual flick of Her fingers dimmed the overhead pot-lights to a level more compatible with the evening's entertainment. The smile that curved lips rouged to a deep wine would have served as a subtle warning to anyone that saw, and knew how well She looked forward to the selection process ahead. Upon reaching the converted ballroom, She glanced around to ensure that all was in order before taking Her seat on the raised platform that graced one end of the room. When one entered from the other end of the room She would be waiting, almost casually, on a chair carved from a solid length of Oak, illuminated by a pool of soft white light. There was something regal about Her bearing when one looked at Her relaxing on what could only be described as a throne. Something that made you want to kneel and pay homage to Her beauty. Her strength, the barely contained power that seemed to ebb and flow about Her form. That was what he saw when the doors opened for him to enter the first time. Hair that caught fire as the lights seemed to slither down over the body wrapped in midnight. A look in Her eyes that almost took him to his knees, even before She spoke. And then, Her voice, erotically husky with the faintest hint of a Southern drawl. His penis had swollen as the need to touch Her, taste Her, overwhelmed him. He had been lost and had known he would do anything She commanded from that night forward. Around the room, six spotlights shown down on six square satin pillows that lined each wall to Her right, and six more to Her left. These places were reserved for Her twelve, the favored ones. The others, those who came merely to see if they were worthy of Her time, would kneel on the cold marble floor. He had been one of the unworthy ones in the beginning. He remembered the ordeal of those days with pride, because he had been chosen from many others. James had entered Her mansion a clueless fool, assuming he would find the same games and orgies that were to be found in the dungeon clubs New Orleans was famous for. Nothing had prepared him for the demands She would make on him, both mentally and physically. Each task became more difficult than the last. But, as each accomplishment was achieved, She rewarded him. And each session with Her only made him hungry for more. He became insatiable, greedy for every moment of Her time. And how did she see him, you might wonder? He gave Her great pleasure, and therefore She held him in high regard. He never questioned Her in anything, ever. A word, or look, was all it took for him to take the necessary actions required to fulfil Her every wish. In that, he was the perfect submissive, in all other things, he was the complete opposite. Which explained his being among the few allowed to address Her as 'my LadyAngel'. Because in Her world, anyone could grovel and show that they were willing to be treated as if they had no value. To belong to Her, one much be strong and courageous, but also intelligent and thoughtful in their actions toward others. This was what the monthly Gathering Weekends were set up for, to weed out the weak and perpetually needy. Thus, the weekend began. As James entered the courtyard, She slowly stood. Her eyes never left his face as he drew closer to the dais where She waited. "Good evening, my LadyAngel." as he sank to one knee, and bowed his head. A faint smile of pleasure lifted the corners of Her full lips. As She reached out one hand, he arose and mounted the steps to stand before Her. "Good evening, My best loved pet." She said. A shiver flowed from the warm hand She placed on his chest, and spread rapidly from there to the tips of his fingers, and down to the bare feet peeking from underneath the hem of his black silk ceremonial robe. Her smile merely deepened in pleasure at the full body reaction he always exhibited under Her touch. Her hand skimmed along his body and stopped to lightly clasp the proof of his need. He groaned softly, but remained completely still. He could never deny Her anything, especially the use of his body for Her pleasure. Her satisfaction would only lead to his own. What more could any man, submissive or otherwise, want? "Is all in readiness, pet?" She asked. "Yes, my LadyAngel. Your guests are beginning to arrive. Even now they are gathering in their respective dressing areas, donning the appropriate robes and wondering what You will expect of them." he answered. They both smiled as memories of many such weekends filled their minds. Her fingers slowly slipped from his body as She returned to the throne-like chair. It was all he could do to stifle the soft sigh of regret. His time with Her would come, of that he had no doubt. He was Her favorite, the only one allowed to kneel beside Her chair on the black satin pillow. The pillow where he even now sank to his knees, signaling the beginning of the ceremony. The oversized double doors swung open and two columns of figures slowly entered. The first six of each column wore robes of blood red, followed by six more in robes of white. Signifying their lack of knowledge of the world about which they sought to learn. Only two would be chosen this weekend to wear the red of Her students. The chosen would take the place of the two leaving. These two no longer had need of the Lady's instruction. Somewhere out of sight, a gong sounded as the robed figures moved to their designated places, sank to the floor and assumed the correct positions. The sharp sound of the crop against the calf of Her boot did not draw a reaction from James, although the sound of a faint gasp would be heard from one of the kneeling figures near the closed doors. Something She made note of, and would deal with when it was time to choose. She slowly walked down the steps, and continued between the double rows of supplicants. Her eyes carefully assessing each bowed head, the arch of each back and the trembling hands that rested against each set of thighs. Only two would 'make the cut' when the evening ended, therefore she could not afford to ignore even the slightest weakness. "Let the evening begin." She murmured before returning to the platform. James stood as She reached the top step and moved to stand slightly to Her right, although a step behind. Together they watched as Her students chose from among the supplicants, pairing off for what would be only the first session of a very long, and exhausting, evening. All supplicants would participate in whatever task the red-robed students chose. Whether they were hetro-sexual, bi-sexual or even homo-sexual, those classifications had no bearing here. The Lady would allow nothing less than complete compliance from the supplicant to his, or her, instructor's wishes. With little expression, they watched as each pair interacted. How each supplicant reacted once their robes were removed by the Chosen. How compliant they were with the direction given by the Chosen. When the gong again sounded, new partners were chosen and the process began again. Before the evening had reached it's end, each of the Chosen would have been with each supplicant, giving LadyAngel a clear choice for Her new students. James stepped back and around behind his Mistress. He knew She would become increasingly aroused as the evening's activities progressed. By the time the final decisions were made, She would signal which supplicants were to be led away and their robes changed from white to crimson. They would then be returned and led to the last two red silk squares. Her need would be as great as his own. James looked forward to the end of the ceremony, at that time he would kneel and taste Her to show his continued devotion. His mouth watered in anticipation of the unique flavor that covered his tongue when She granted him the gift of Her cum. Even now the faint scent of Her arousal drifted upwards between them. The need to draw closer and press against Her bare buttocks nearly destroyed his composure. But, as always, before he could put thought into action, She reached between them and took his arousal into Her grasp. The faint hint of a smile on Her lips was the only indication that She was pleased by his readiness for Her. James never gave any visible sign that her hand sent the blood rushing to his groin beyond teh obvious, but thankfully the sound of the final gong rang dully throughout the room. The Lady's Chosen led his, or her supplicant back to their original spot and indicated that they should once more kneel. When the Lady released Her grasp on his bulging cock, it immediately sprang up hard and ready. She paused at the edge of the platform and chose a pair of sleek black leather crops from the assortment kept there at all times. These were used to tap the shoulder of each supplicant chosen, before being led away to be dressed in the appropriate red silk robes of their brothers and sisters. LadyAngel again ascended the steps to the top of the platform and stood with one hand resting lightly on the arm of the throne-like chair. As Her eyes met his, She waited until the unchosen on the floor filed silently through the doorway. Once silence again filled the hall he moved before his Mistress, dropped to his knees and lifted his hands to the tops of Her boots. His fingers drifted slowly up along her pale thighs, continuing until they brushed the narrow strip of tight red curls. The only indication that his touch affected Her was the darkening of Her green eyes. Both of James' hands drifted to her hips, as if bracing himself for what would come next. She reached out one hand, laying it atop his head and pushed down. His lips parted and the tip of his tongue pushed between the dewy, curl covered lips. It was hard to tell whose moan was louder, his or the collective one that drifted up from the kneeling Chosen. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding his face against the heat radiating from Her mound. Each lick along the puffy lips brought a faint guttural growl from her throat, and encouraged him to increase his efforts. When she lifted one boot and set the stiletto heel against his thigh, the room seemed to give a collective groan. As his head fell back, She followed by bending one knee and grinding the dampness of Her pussy against his open mouth. Her body began to rock back and forth against his licking tongue. His moans vibrated against her distended clit and Her face lifted toward the shadowed ceiling. Suddenly Her ass cheeks slid up onto the thick arm of the throne. The strong grasp of Her hand in his hair pulled him around, the silk sliding on the platform floor. The sudden force crushed his mouth against damp swollen lips that parted as Her legs wrapped loosely around his shoulders. With a clearly audible snarl, he attacked Her opening. His tongue driving in, pumping deeper with each thrust. Balanced on his knees with both hands braced against the side of Her chair, he licked and sucked the sweet pussy of his Mistress. Hungrily driving the tip of his tongue into her juicy hole, intent on forcing the orgasm that would feed him the sweet cum he desperately wanted -- needed. "such a good boy." She purred, as he hungrily swirled the tip of his tongue. "Mistress' good boy." He visibly shuddered at the sound of Her voice, his cock a dark angry red as it strained towards it's Mistress. Drops of precum dripped onto the pillow beneath his knees. The drops falling faster and faster, until they became a glistening string from the almost purple tip of his cock to the black silk. Without even seeming to move, the crop flashed through the spotlight and landed with a crack across his ass, he groaned but never left the hot sweet pussy pressing against his lapping tongue. LadyAngel turned to look out over the Chosen who watched with lips parted as if they, and not James, knelt between her thighs. Hands furiously stroked, fingers rubbed and pinched under the red silk as they watched their Mistress be pleasured by Her favorite. The scent of arousal had filled the room once more. She smiled with approval and turned to look down at Her most prized possession. "cum, pet." She whispered softly, but she might as well have shouted. His body convulsed as the roar left his throat. Bowing backward until his head touched the floor behind him, a thick stream of milky white cum shot from the end of his turgid shaft and splattered against the side of Her chair. The Lady smiled as drops of cum landed on Her thighs, and stood to move over his straining body. "clean Me." Trembling and panting from the force of his orgasm, James struggled upright to lick his cum off Her skin. Caressing his cheek, Her face turned to look out over the kneeling Chosen and addressed them directly for the first time. "You are my Chosen ones, tonight we have added two more to Our number. You will guide them as I have been your guide. Go now, rest. Your journey has begun." LadyAngel stepped back, held out Her hand and as James placed his in it they stepped down off the platform side by side. Without another word they walked along the darkened corridor. Once they reached Her chambers, LadyAngel walked to the center of the room and turned to look at James. "remove your robe." She said. He untied the ribbon that held the black silk closed at his throat, the faint rustle was music to Her ears as it slithered down his naked body. The faint sound of the crop against the calf of Her right boot acted as a signal, and he moved to the oversized wooden chair positioned against the 'toy' wall. Around the chair hung the various tools that the Lady used. Most obvious were the shiny sets of shackles and handcuffs that caught the light and reflected it back. Drawing one's attention to the arms of the chair where cuffs were bolted to the wooden arms, and shackles were attached to the legs. This section of the Lady's chambers served many purposes. Once James sat down and slid flush against the back of the chair, She closed the cuffs around his wrists. Dropping into a squat, she locked the shackles around both ankles. Once the echo of a metallic click died away, She stood up. Her nails dragging along his thigh until they came into contact with his semi-erect cock. Flicking a fingertip back and forth across it, he groaned as it filled out and stood up proudly. She grasped it tightly in one fist and knelt on the seat of the chair, Her knee against his hip. Drawing up the other knee against the opposite hip, Her bare pussy was perfectly positioned right above his cock. "watch your cock pleasure your Mistress, pet." She hissed. His gaze dropped immediately to the hand wrapped possessively around his straining shaft. He seemed to almost stop breathing as She lowered until the tip of his cock came into contact with the heat of Her slit. "such a good boy." She murmured. Dragging the tip along the close clipped curls, She smiled at the flushed look of strain on his face. Knowing it was almost painful to be this close to Her heat and not be able to touch, or assist, in any manner. Pushing down against him, the tip parting Her puffy pink lips. She rocked back and forth across it for one -- two -- three heartbeats, and then leaned back again. "look, pet, see how the dew forms on the tip of My cock?" She whispered beside his ear. His eyes closed and his color heightened, as if struggling with some inner demon. But the only sound he made was a strangled growl that remained locked deep in his chest. "tell your Mistress who owns this cock, pet." She hissed against the side of his neck, the tip of Her tongue licking against the skin heated by his overwhelming need. The words could barely be heard, "You own this cock, my LadyAngel." Her words cut as sharp as a blade. "louder, pet, tell Me who owns this cock!" Cum suddenly spurted onto the leather of Her corset as his words broke loose with a strangled cry. "this cock and this body belongs only to YOU, MistressLadyAngel!!!" "such a good boy." She crooned, brushing back and forth against his cock once again. He panted, struggling to stop the strings of cum that kept oozing over her bare pussy. But that battle was lost the moment Her hand guided him to the hole hidden deep between the soaked lips of Her pussy. With a satisfied growl LadyAngel sank down onto his cock, taking him completely inside without even slowing. His soft whimpers only fueled the fire blazing in Her body. Once She reached that point, --- once She began to fuck him, --- there was no stopping. Clamping both knees tightly against his hips, she rode his cock hard and fast. Her hands grasping the iron rings attached conveniently to the top of the chair. This angled Her body toward his face, dragging Her nipples against his lips. He could not resist opening his mouth to suck and lick at the hard tips. The harder he sucked, the faster She rode the long thick proof of his need. Suddenly Her head fell back and ragged screams echoed through the room around them. Feeling the tight walls of her sex constrict painfully around him set off another orgasm, and their cum mixed inside the pussy thrusting wildly up and down his length. Once She managed to stop and took a deep breath, She slowly backed off his body. James' cock caught between her pussy lips and left a trail of their cum glistening along her slit. She stepped to the side and leaned over his shoulder, growling against his ear. "you were a bad boy, pet. you made Mistress cum without asking permission." Struggling to breathe as Her hand came up and wrapped tightly around his throat. James could only nod silently. "Mistress must punish Her pet for causing such a mess." She said with a feral grin. Still gripping his throat with one hand, the other reached for his cock, stroking it rapidly. A strangled moan slipped past his panting lips, as almost instantly his cock became rock hard. LadyAngel released him but before he could catch a full breath, She spun with his cock still clutched tightly in one fist and slammed down on top of it. He howled as the slick, hot walls of Her pussy tightened around him. Expecting Her to move, he was stunned to silence when she sat perfectly still. "m..myLadyAngel?" he whispered softly. She never responded, nor did She acknowledge he'd even spoken. His mind was so entangled in the intensity that had preceded this moment, he couldn't think clearly. Gradually he felt the faint movement of Her inner walls moving around his throbbing shaft. He didn't even attempt to hold back the panting groans that spilled from his open mouth. She refused to do more than slowly milk his cock. Her punishment was to bring him to complete arousal, and keep him there until he begged for release. They both knew this would be the ultimate outcome of the evening. They both anticipated it, knowing it would bring them both intense pleasure. ShadowMistress: First Lesson It had been several days since the Choosing Ceremony, and once more Her followers were gathering at the Manor. Tonight would be quite different, more personally interactive for her. She slowly braided the long thick mane into something more controlled and finished it off with a thin strip of leather dyed to match the cream colored satin bustier that struggled to contain Her breasts. Even Her boots were made of the same dyed leather. In fact, the only part of Her apparel not made of leather, was the narrow shear strip that wrapped around her bare hips. There it hinted at, but did not completely show, the tangle of closely trimmed curls at the apex of Her thighs. Turning slowly, She looked at Her reflection with a critical eye. Once satisfied that all was in order, She opened the door to Her chambers and proceeded down the long hallway that led to the Great Room. As usual, James waited at the double doors that would open out into the over-sized room where the Meetings and Games were held. Over his arm lay a cloud-like mass of sheer ecru chiffon, and as she drew nearer he shook it out to reveal a long gossamer cloak with an attached hood. The gleam of excitement in his eyes, matched the same erotically blazing fire in Hers as he draped the cloak about Her pale bare shoulders. Tonight, a lesson would be played out for all to see. Tonight, pleasure would be on display in it's most basic form. Both LadyAngel and her favorite toy would satisfy a raging lust neither of them had been willing to satisfy in anticipation of this very evening. James offered his arm, the Lady laid Her hand upon it, and as the doors opened they walked through together. Respectful silence met them as James led his Mistress up the steps to the huge throne-like chair on the dais. She turned to look out over the double rows of kneeling students, males on Her right, females on Her left. The subtle tilt at the corners of glossy wine tinted lips blossomed into a feral smile, and the lustful glow in Her smokey green eyes intensified as they visually caressed each bowed head. The sconce lights along the chamber walls slowly dimmed, and the faint sound of background music began to filter through the room. No one moved, no one made a sound ... they waited for Her to speak, they waited for Her to give them instruction. They, the Favored Ones, waited for their Mistress to give them direction as if their every happiness depended upon Her words. When She spoke in softest tones, the music did not drown out the sweet sound of Her voice. "you come to me to be taught how to please, and how be pleased. you come to Me to learn self-control. Tonight begins the first of many lessons. From this point on, everything you know to be true, will change ..... It has begun." murmured LadyAngel, as She stepped back and sank onto the edge of the heavy oaken chair. James moved back a step and lifted the cloak from her shoulders, allowing it to billow around the leather cushion placed behind Her back. The Lady's skin seemed to glow with an inner light as the diffused spotlight above Her chair switched on. James paused to drink in the sight of his Mistress, then again stepped back into his position at the right corner of Her chair. Once in place he loosened the sash of the robe he wore and shrugged, it slithered slowly down his nude body to pool around his feet. At the muted sound of a gong, two of the cloaked female subs removed the robe of the Lady's newest trainee. Then each took her by a trembling hand and led her up the steps of the dais, where she knelt completely naked before her Mistress. "as My submissive, you are bound to seek My pleasure, no matter what that might entail." said the Lady. "if your efforts satisfy me, you will be allowed the taste of My release. Until My satisfaction is achieved you are merely My slut, nothing more and nothing less, do you understand?" Her submissive quickly murmured. "Yes, Mistress." The Lady spread Her legs wide to bare the deliciously pale pink pussy, crowned with a soft mat of neatly trimmed auburn curls. As She did so, several muffled moans filtered up from the others and their Mistress smiled with pleasure at the sound. "taste Me, slut!" She growled. The submissive tentatively began to lick, the tip of her tongue barely brushed against the tight red curls and she shivered at the sweetness of her Mistress' honeyed nectar. LadyAngel gave an impatient flick of her hand, James instantly responded by moving around behind the kneeling woman and pushed her face into the heated lips of the Lady's slit. The sub's hands hit the floor with a soft slap, as her ass lifted high and her knees slid apart in an attempt to keep from completely losing her balance. The Lady curled Her fist around the woman's swaying ponytail, and used it to control the movement of her mouth. James silently drifted back to his place, as two of Mistress' male subs removed the robe of Her male trainee and led him up onto the dais behind the kneeling woman. He knelt behind the woman, grasped her hips in his hands and without a word thrust his rampant cock into her unprepared pussy. Her scream was muffled by the walls of her Mistress' thighs pressed tightly against each side of her face. LadyAngel pulled hard on the bunched tail of hair held tightly in her fist, trapping the shrill cries against Her increasingly wet hole as Her newest male sub continued to fuck the woman mercilessly. Slowly the strangled cries melted into moans, the sound sinking deeper into her chest. Her body began to push back, responding to the man's increasingly hard thrusts. He leaned forward, his hand gliding up from her hip to cup the hard nub that tipped one swaying breast. His fingers began to pinch and tug at the nipple. Slowly twisting the hard flesh seemed to increase the force with which she rocked back onto his pounding cock. The Lady slowly sank back against the leather cushion behind her and lifted one knee over the arm of her chair. Pulling on the braided rope of hair, She pulled Her slut's face away from Her pussy and hissed. "cum, little slut ... cum all over My cock!" The woman's eyes rolled back until only the white's were showing under the half closed lids and her back bowed high in the air. Her juices slowly seeped out around Mistress' cock, and dripped onto the floor, creating a small puddle between her quivering knees. Her male sub began to hump feverishly, he quickly released the woman's tormented nipple and sank his fingers brutishly into her hips. It took everything he had to lift his eyes to gaze at his Mistress and breathlessly whisper. "Please Mistress, please allow Your cock to cum!" "My cum is not for an unlearned one such as this. She has yet to earn My cock's cum." said the Lady, with a harsh smile curving Her dark red lips. "please Mistress, please allow Your cock to cum!" he began to beg, need in every rasped word. LadyAngel softly whispered, "My cock will join his cum with that spilled by Mistress' slut on the floor." "Yes, Mistress. Thank you for allowing me to cummmm, Mistressss!" he hissed between clinched teeth. With a deep guttural groan, he jerked free of the woman's body and howled as cum began to spew from the swollen head of his cock. Stream after stream of thick milky goo mixed with the almost transparent wet puddle on the stone floor. Tears ran down the cheeks of Lady Angel's new slut, her body shuddering under the last waves of the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. Mistress' cock struggled to his feet and step, by slow step, he backed down to the floor. There he gazed adoringly at the petite redhead sitting on the heavy oaken chair. This woman held the key to satisfying his deepest desires, and he would devote everything he was to pay her homage. At the same time, Mistress' slut remained crouching on her hands and knees. She could barely lift her head but with every breath, she whispered her love for the woman sitting before her. Overcome with the strength of that love, she leaned forward and began to rub her cheek against the side of one white leather boot. Lady Angel merely watched silently until finally, after several moments, James signaled and the same two women returned to assist Mistress' slut to her feet. Between them she was led back to her pillow. Throughout this display, for that is exactly what it was, James had stood silently at his Lady's side. Her pleasure became his and as Her excitement grew, so did his. Proof of that sprang erect from his groin, opalescent drops clinging to the quivering tip. Where a lesser man might be tempted to ease the need that coursed through his body like aching waves of static electricity, James never considered taking such liberties with His Lady's favored toy. That right belonged to his beloved Mistress, and was Her's alone. LadyAngel never shifted Her gaze from the rows of males and females at the foot of the dais. Yet, Her hand unerringly found and claimed the aching visible proof of his need. James' eyes closed and a blissful expression found it's way across his face. The mere touch of Her hand never failed to push him to the point of breaking, and he rejoiced in every second of it. In fact, the tighter Her grasp became, the closer he surged towards releasing the pent up fountain of cum boiling in his balls. "Come My pet, properly pleasure your Mistress. Show those who wish to become more than they ever dreamed, what it takes to please a Mistress." She said, the sound of Her words barely more than a whisper. His only acknowledgement of Her words was to take the few steps around the side of Her chair and sink to his knees. Burying his face between the pale thighs spread so lewdly apart, he drove the stiffened length of his tongue between Her slick wet lips. Her smile spread wider and once more there was scattered moans from those watching from the floor. The woman who's place he took, pressed her forehead against the bare floor, weeping bitter tears because she had failed to satisfied her Mistress. James grasped both of his Mistress' ankles and gently draped them over the arms of the chair, never once letting his tongue slip free of Her overheated pussy. His hands slid back to grasp Her ass and pull Her closer to the edge of the chair. Once She was in such a erotically vulnerable position, he began to hungrily lap at Her glistening slit. He took his time to curl the tip of his tongue into the bottom of it, momentarily caressing the scant inch of smooth skin. Then began to slowly drag the flat length of his tongue up to just under the hard little nub of a clit that peeked out from under its hood. At the barely suppressed growl his Mistress allowed to escape, he attacked harder, using his lips and tongue to capture the swollen lips that wrapped around the opening to Her throbbing hole. Pushing ever closer, he drove the length of his tongue into her pussy, the force of his thrust pushed Her back against the leather cushion with a barely suppressed grunt. The faint sound was like music, whipping at him to try harder ... and he did. His arms encircled her thighs, spreading them impossibly wide. He now had room to take as much of Her as he could get. From his chin against the smooth bit of skin at the bottom of her slit, to the bridge of his nose pressing against Her mound, he feasted. Licking and nibbling, he felt Her muscles ripple under his attack. Each time his teeth bit down, She hissed. Every wet swipe of his tongue lifted Her ass higher off the seat of the chair. Even though he wasn't watching, he knew Her hands were digging claw-like into the leather boots that covered the calves of Her legs. Suddenly he heard shrill keening cries as a wash of hot cum spilled out onto his pumping tongue. He had achieved the pentacle of perfection, he had made his Mistress cum. Spurred on, he sucked and licked relentlessly until Her flesh was cleaned of the sweet-saltiness of Her juices. There was a collective sigh from those watching as he shifted and laid his cheek against Her thigh. He panted as if having just completed a marathon, and his rampant cock throbbed with the ever accelerating beat of his heart. As Her hand caressed his cheek gently, he moaned. His body, already stretched to it's limits, shuddered violently with the wash of need that would have felled a man of lesser strength. It wasn't the touch of her hand that pushed him over the edge, it was the slight sting of the suede strands that whipped across his ass. A harsh growl ripped past his lips, and drove him upright onto his knees, face to face with his Mistress. "give My cock to Me!" the Lady hissed against his lips. He reared up, holding Her cock tightly in one fist and speared the swollen, dark head into the steamy entrance to Her core. "YES! ... fuck your Mistress, pet! ... fuck ME!!!!" She snarled. Releasing a cry filled every bit of desperation he possessed, James grasped the arms of Her chair and used them as leverage to drive the hard length of his shaft into LadyAngel's grasping cunt. Each thrust was accompanied by the swish and slap of the flogger across his ass cheeks, spurring him on. He couldn't have stopped, even if She had demanded it. The need to fulfill her wishes only secondary to his need to cum, both forced him to grab Her under each knee and lean in, trapping Her body between his and the chair back. Grunting like an enraged bull, he fucked harder and harder. The wet sounds of two bodies slamming together mingled with the increasing snap of the flogger. The scent of sex grew strong in the air until it became an aphrodisiac, increasing their desires almost to the point of madness. They were reduced to the most basic of creatures ... lust driven beasts. A roar was suddenly ripped from James' throat as his body slammed tightly against his Mistress. Thick ropes of cum flooded Her rippling cunt, squeezing around him as if milking the heavy sac of each precious drop. The flogger whipped up one last time, and wrapped around his throat. LadyAngel caught and held the tangled ends of the strands. Her mouth covered his, swallowing the raging howls that continued as his hips jerked weakly between her spread thighs. Slowly Her legs slid free of his loose grasp, and wrapped around his hips. She planted the soles of both boots against the cheeks of his flexing ass, holding him trapped inside her pussy. He thrust the length of his tongue between her lips and she sucked in rhythm to the straining muscles that continued to drain his balls. Slowly his arms fell limply against his sides, and he was released to sink onto the floor in front of Her chair. Lady Angel looked out over the rapt face watching throughout the room. She arose from the chair, stepped over Her pet's prone body and walked to the edge of the dais. Glistening rivulets of their juices ran down the inside of Her stocking encased thighs with every step. Every male submissive and every female submissive watched Her hungrily, they wanted to taste Her passion. They wanted to be the one chosen to lick the sticky cum off her skin. She was lust personified in their every waking dream. "you have done well, My beautiful submissives. Tonight was only the first step in the journey We have undertaken. I am pleased." A faint smile slowly came over Her face. James got to his feet and lifted the gossamer cloak from the chair. His hands trembled a bit as he carefully draped it about Her shoulders. Once more his arm was offered, and together they left the dais. After several moments, the Lady's Chosen Ones rose to their feet and silently filed out through the heavy wooden doors. ShadowMistress Locked inside Her pussy and helplessly locked into the chair, his cock began to respond to the vibrations shivering around it. The louder he moaned, the tighter his balls grew. He was lost in blind adoration for his Mistress, cum leaking from the pussy wrapped around it as She milked him completely dry. His body in knots, his whispers sounding strained and raspy. "please MistressLadyAngel, please forgive Your pet for making You cum." She used the arms of the chair to lift Herself slowly off his ultra-sensitive cock. Her pussy squeezing as tightly as possible, so tightly in fact that it literally lifted his ass off the chair. As the tip popped free of Her scalding core, he howled and slumped back against the chair. Barely conscious, he could only lay there gasping for breath. LadyAngel moved across the room to a closed door, opened it and stepped through. When She returned a few moments later, She held a warm damp cloth in one hand and used it to clean his cock. James sprawled limply, still bound to the chair. His eyes followed Her every movement, devotion replacing the heady lust from before. She looked up with a smile and murmured, "My good boy, I am pleased with you, pet." She released him from the cuffs and shackles. Exhausted, he struggled to stand upright before his Mistress. "i am utterly and completely devoted to you, my LadyAngel." he said. Her hand took his arm once again and they walked into the adjoining room where the oversized bed waited for them.