3 comments/ 25671 views/ 1 favorites The Sensual Mistress Ch. 01 By: OrdinaryGirl You check the slip of paper for the hotel room # again, just to be sure you have the right one. The door is a bit ajar, and when you knock, it opens a bit wider. All is quiet inside. "Hello?" you call, pushing the door open more and tentatively stepping inside, wondering if it was a mistake to come. "Shut the door," you hear me say and you do, taking a few more steps into the room. "Stop!" I command. You obey and look across the room to see me sitting in a chair, legs crossed, revealing a hint of lace at the top of my stockings and the clasp of a garter belt below my short black skirt. I am wearing a lace top, through which you can barely make out the darkness of my nipples, my feet clad in black heels. Already you feel some arousal mixing into your nervousness, your hands a bit sweaty, cock starting to rise. "It's been a long summer." I state calmly. "Yes, I'm sorry, Mistress! I got busy and I didn't have much internet access-" you fumble for your words but I cut you off with a command to undress. Your hands are shaking a bit as you pull off your shirt, but your arousal at my taking control is undeniable and by the time you slide off your shorts and boxers, your cock is fully erect. I don't say a word about your erection, just tell you to come closer until you are standing right in front of me. I stand and inspect you, touching your face, your shoulders, your arms, chest, and stomach. Your cock twitches as bend down to caress your legs, my lips inches from you, my breath hot on your throbbing erection. I sit back down satisfied and order you to kneel. You do immediately and I toss a pair of silky pink panties on the floor in front of you. "You are going to ejaculate on them," I tell you, "But not until I say. Now start slowly stroking." You listen to me, slowly sliding your hand from the base of you up and over the head of your cock and back down again, establishing a steady slow rhythm. "Caress your balls," I order and you gently roll them in your hands, feeling how heavy they are with cum already, begging for release. "You are going to cum on demand for me," you hear me say. "So stroke faster now, bringing yourself to the edge of orgasm and then holding it. You must not cum until I say." I can see the concentration on your face, the mixed emotions flickering as you feel yourself approaching the edge, wanting desperately to let yourself go but wanting to please me more. I watch you struggling to stay at that moment and when you think you cannot stand it a minute longer, I order you to cum. You lean forward, groaning with pleasure as you shoot ropey cords of liquid onto the panties, stroking to get every last drop out, your body quivering with intensity, your heart pounding. You stop, shaking, trying to catch your breath and regain your composure as I calmly watch you. You look up at me and I smile at you, pleased with how well you have performed, knowing our months of training have not been a waste. I nod towards the panties and you slide your hands under them, offering them to me, drenched with the physical proof of your desire for me. I accept them, bringing them to my mouth and licking them delicately to taste you. You watch, already starting to get hard again, watching my tongue, wanting to feel it licking you. I stand and move to the bed, removing my skirt so you can see my panties and garter above the stockings. I slide my shirt off and drop it on the bedside table, turning so you can see my full womanly breasts and erect nipples. I open the top drawer and pull out a long silk scarf. "Now," I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Come kneel before me and let me tie your hands behind your back. Then we will see how well you please me with your tongue and mouth alone. If you can prove yourself well, then perhaps you will have the privilege of pleasing me with other parts of your body." You kneel before me, eye level with my panties and you can see the wet spot already forming, smell the scent of my arousal. As I lean over you to tie your hands, my breasts brush against your cheek, warm and soft. You can smell my perfume and the feel of the scarf binding your hands tightly arouses you more. Your mouth is already watering to taste me. I sit back and spread my legs. "Lick me through my panties," I demand. You lean forward, your tongue pressing hard against the fabric, feeling the fullness of my lips, the way they split in the middle to expose my tender inner lips, the hard knob of my clit and the surrounding skin. You can very faintly taste me through the panties, the warmth and smell of my pussy intoxicating, and you nuzzle your face into me as you lick. Your nose rubs my clit and I moan softly before commanding you to stop. You sit back on your heels and look up at me, my arousal showing in my flushed cheeks and the fire in my eyes. My eyes examine you carefully, taking in your body, lingering on your stiff erection. "Do you remember how I like to be pleased?" I ask you sternly. You take a deep breath, knowing it is absolutely crucial to give every detail perfectly, lest you be denied the opportunity to taste me, to feel your tongue on my smooth, shaved lips, to bring your mistress to orgasm. "Mistress, You like me to start with long flat licks from bottom to top, with my tongue wide and flat. The licks should be slow and with pressure. "Then I will always remember that my Mistress' clit is very sensitive and that You like indirect stimulation. I am to take Your clit in between my lips with the surrounding skin and nibble at it, slowly letting it slide out of my lips repeatedly. Then I will circle it with my tongue. "This will be followed by more long licks, my tongue spreading Your lips and licking from the entrance of Your wonderful pussy up to your clitoris. "At this point, Mistress, if I have pleased You well, You will order me to fuck You with my tongue." You look up at me and wait with trepidation to see if you have remembered everything, shaking slightly with the anticipation of finally being allowed to fulfill that which you have fantasized about for so long. I don't answer for a moment and you anxiously wait, sweat beading on your forehead, palms sweaty, terrified you might have forgotten something. I finally smile. "Well done." You relax a little, letting out a sigh of relief, and then tense back up in anticipation as you see me stand and slide off my panties. I hold them to your nose, allowing you to smell them, the scent making your cock twitch. Your eyes linger longingly on the shaved pussy of your mistress, with the patch of trimmed hair above the lips. You can see the arousal glistening on them and you swallow hard. I sit back down on the edge of the bed, feet spread once more, my lips spreading a little, exposing the pinkness. I lay down, my ass hanging off the edge, giving you the perfect exposure to complete your task. "You may begin." The Sensual Mistress Ch. 02 "You may begin." You lean forward again, your heart pounding, stomach fluttering with anticipation, breath shallow and quick. All the months of viewing the pictures, of hearing my directions, of imagining it in your head: how it will feel when your lips touch the warmth of my smooth lips, how I will taste on your tongue, the timing of the licks and sucks and nibbles, the feel as you use the tip of your tongue to part my inner lips. Your nose is filled with the intoxicating rich scent, sweet and slightly fruity, making your mouth water, and you take a deep breath, lean in with your tongue extended for that first long lick... "Stop!" I command. You hesitate, struggling to obey, every fibre in your body wanting to continue forward that last quarter inch, but you have been trained well and you hold yourself back. Your breathing is laboured, your balls aching with desire, hands balled into fists to will yourself to listen. You close your eyes for a moment to regain your balance and to try to calm your body down. "Do you want to taste your mistress?" I ask softly. "Yes, Mistress, I do!" you reply in a strained tone, the stress of the obedience unmasked. "Tell me how much." I sit up, placing my hand under your chin, lifting your face to look at me. You are still so close that I can feel your breath hitting my wet lips, cooling them, giving me shivers I suppress. You pour out your desire, your tone heartfelt, earnest, your words freeing months of anticipation and of pentup lust for your mistress. I listen impassively until you are done, looking down into your pleading eyes, watching your face betray your anxiety and tension, the bound hands clenching and unclenching. Your desire to please me is exposed magnificently in everything about you, from your body language to your tone, to the way you unconsciously lick your lips as my scent wafts into your nostrils. I lean my face down into yours, so close our lips almost touch, my eyes never leaving yours, intently staring right into you. You are motionless, waiting, not flinching from my scrutiny. I run my fingers through your hair and pull your head forward, until your face is pressed against me, buried in my wetness. I lay back again and tell you that NOW you may begin. The taste and the texture on your tongue, the overwhelming richness of the moment you have anticipated for so long is intoxicating and you struggle to not lick madly, resisting the urge to ravage me with all the passion burning in the pit of your stomach. You lick me slowly and with pressure, from the entrance of my dripping pussy up to the top of my lips, feeling the hard knob of my clit under the tip of your tongue. Again and again you do this, hearing soft moans escaping my lips. Moving up to the hood covering my clit, you take it all into your mouth, nibbling and sucking it in, pulling away gently to let it slide out from between your tight lips. My deeper sounds of pleasure and the rocking of my hips encourage you on and you swirl your tongue around me, sucking more intensely. I gasp a little and grind my pussy into you as you lick me again, long and fast, still with pressure. My hands reach down for your head, and I pull you hard into me, breathlessly demanding you fuck me with your tongue. You hear the urgency in my voice, and you bury your face into me, your tongue sliding inside, immediately enclosed in velvety pulsating warmth. Pressing hard against me, your lips against mine, thrusting in and out as far as you can, lapping up my juices as I whimper and cry out. A series of shivers course through my body and I squeeze my thighs on either side of your head to hold you from moving as I let my orgasm subside. You have been told what would happen after you use your tongue to pleasure me and once I release your head from between my thighs, you sit back on your heels and patiently wait. I sit up, my breathing still a bit shallow and my heartbeat slowly returning to normal. The odd shiver still runs through my body as I watch you, patiently waiting, cock at attention between your legs, your face glistening and wet. I cup your face in my hands and lean forward and start licking my juices off of you. You know to sit perfectly still until I have thoroughly cleaned you, and you will yourself to not kiss me as I finish your chin and start licking your lips. I clean your cheeks, and under your nose, savouring the taste of myself on you. "Stick out your tongue," I say softly but firmly. You do and I suck it deep into my mouth, our lips barely touching, trapping your tongue between my own and the roof of my mouth, then slowly releasing it, eye contact crackling with intensity. I sit back and you wait patiently for my next command for you. The Sensual Mistress Ch. 03 I walk behind you and untie your hands, my voice quiet but commanding in your ear, telling you to lie on your back on the bed, spreadeagle. You obey immediately, lying there with your heart pounding as I pull more silk scarves out of the top drawer. I bind your wrists and ankles securely to the the bedposts, tugging on them to test them before sitting on the edge of the bed to look you over. After a moment I nod, satisfied, and go to make myself a cup of tea. Sitting at the desk, legs crossed, I read the paper, not sparing you another glance until I am done. You watch, waiting patiently and with trepidation, every flip of the page one moment closer to when I will return to you. Other than to lie on the bed, you have been given no further instructions, not a hint of an indication of what will happen next. Your heart is thumping rapidly in your chest and your cock is achingly hard. Finally I close the paper, folding it in half precisely, laying it on the desk. Back to the bedside table for a blindfold, which I tie around your head, blocking out all light. You feel your other senses heighten, every sound amplified, your skin tingling in anticipation, your mouth dry. You can smell my perfume and know I am still close by and you cannot slow your shallow breathing. You suddenly feel my warm soft hands touching you, and you startle a little and then relax as I slide one up each side of your right leg to your thigh. I take one fingernail, gently scraping a little line down your balls and then, as you hold your breath, waiting for more, you feel my fingers circle your nipples. My tongue flickers out at them, fleeting, and then nothing. You wait, straining to hear something, anything, every inch of your body aware. A lick of your lips, my tongue probing briefly between them, and then a suck of your earlobe. My lips have barely left your ear when you feel a firm grasp on your balls as I roll them in my hand, caressing them, feeling how tight they are with arousal. Your breath quickens, heart pushing your blood through your body in a raging current. I slowly let go, lingering until there is no touch again. Another excruciating pause as you wait in excited anticipation, slightly trembling, cock twitching. Just when you almost can't stand it, I lick the bottom of your feet, moving up your legs with my tongue to your inner thighs. Spread the cheeks of your ass while taking your balls in my mouth for two slow sucks, before giving you a lick between your cheeks, teasing you with the tip of my tongue. Withdrawing once again, before straddling you backwards, sitting gently on your chest, my wet bare pussy slick and hot on your skin. I grind a little, moaning softly. You instinctually try to bring your hands to my body, but the scarves hold you from moving even an inch. I lift my hips and slide myself back until I am hovering over your face, my stomach on your chest, my chest on your stomach, my hair trailing on your erection. You can smell my scent, recalling my taste from earlier. "Stick out your tongue," I command. You do and find you can barely touch me. You try lifting your head and I move away so that again you can just lick me with the tip of your tongue, getting only the tiniest taste. You bring your tongue back into your mouth and savour the sweet flavour as I lean down and lick the very tip of your cock. You moan and your stomach tightens and you try to lick me again but you discover you cannot reach at all this time. You want more, wishing desperately that your hands were not bound, that you could reach up and grab my hips and pull me into your face. I take you into my mouth, all the way in and let you stay there throbbing, as I lower myself to your lips, brushing them against you, wetting your mouth with my juices. Then as I slide you back out from between my lips, I pull myself away from your tongue. You feel me getting off, and you stifle a groan of frustration and you wait... It seems like forever, agonizing but finally you feel some movement on the bed. You feel my thighs on either side of your head, tight against you as I lower myself to you and let you lick me. I am facing away from your cock, hands on the wall, rocking against your mouth and you are able to get your fill now of my taste. You hear the pleasure of your mistress, the moans and whimpers, the feel of my warm lips, the pulsing wet walls inside that close over your tongue. As you make me cum, you lap it up, fruity, rich, tangy and then I am gone again and you are left with only my taste. Your cock is rock hard and pressing against your stomach, your balls aching with the desire for release. Finally I take you into my mouth sucking you, my taste still in your mouth as you feel the warm wetness enclosing around you, my tight lips drawing you in, enveloping you over and over. My firm hand massaging your balls, my other hand caressing behind them, sliding a finger between your buttcheeks to make little circles. I stop for a moment, instructing you that you are not to cum until I give you permission and then resume sucking you deep into my mouth. I take my finger and slide it inside me, getting it all wet and then again applying slight pressure to your anus as I stroke your shaft and lick all around the head. You can feel yourself rising towards orgasm and you struggle to maintain control to obey your mistress and hold off. I can feel your cock throb and your head pulse and I suck faster, twisting my hand as I stroke. Involuntary sounds escape your lips and you break a bit of a sweat as you turn your head from side to side, fighting the pleasure with all your might. And just when you think you won't be able to hold off any longer I stop, leaving your body shaking, your breath ragged, burning up as if with a fever. "Do you want to cum for your mistress?" I purr into your ear. "Beg me to give you permission."