0 comments/ 18551 views/ 2 favorites As You Wish By: mindlover I hear the click of the bathroom door opening and shut off the dryer. Flipping my hair back, I turn and smile at you. "What are you doing?" I ask. You stroll over to me and slip my robe off my shoulder... then lean down and kiss the bare skin revealed. Your eyes lift up and meet mine in the mirror. You kiss me again and then step close, wrapping your arms around my waist. I lean back against you and wait for you to tell me what you're doing. One of your hands slips between the folds of my robe and you caress my still slightly damp breast. Then slide down my belly, back up and settle back on my breast. I press my back against you and close my eyes... enjoying the touch. I softly whisper, "Does this mean that we're going to be late to the party?" I can hear the smile in your voice but don't open my eyes. "No, Baby, I just came to tell you to wear what I've put on the bed." I raise an eyebrow that may or may not have been noticed by you... but you're slipping your hand out of my robe and my eyes are still closed so I never know for sure. Gripping my waist, you turn me into you and kiss me deeply. I moan into your mouth and begin to lean into you... but you grip my arms and step away, closing the bathroom door behind you. I finish putting on make-up and pull my hair up onto my head... leaving loose curls to dangle around my neck and shoulders. Walking into the bedroom, I notice that you've laid out clothes for me. You've picked out EVERYTHING. I notice that you've selected your favorite bra and panty set, which doesn't surprise me but you've even picked out stockings... which does. Getting dressed, I put on the underwear you've selected, the little black cocktail dress with the very short skirt, the black, smooth as silk stockings and the 4 ½ inch spiked pumps. At that point I smile, thinking... he must want to carry me up the stairs... after a long night of wearing these, I won't be able to walk. With one last look in the mirror, I head downstairs. You meet me at the bottom and your eyes are alight with approval, admiration and there's a definite glint of desire. I smile broadly at you. "Are you ready?" I ask. "You look beautiful." "That's my line," you say. "You're not wearing lipstick." "I wanted to wait to put it on until you've kissed me." "Ahh..." And you oblige by leaning in and taking my mouth with yours. It's one of those kisses that shoot fire into my clit immediately. I moan and ask softly if you're sure that we really need to go to this party. You run your hand down my back and though you don't answer with words, you direct me to the door. I step back a little unfocused and dazed. Laughing softly, I shake my head and move to get my coat out of the closet. You help me with my coat and then lock up after we've left. * * * It's only been an hour but I can feel your eyes on me... watching. I glance over and catch your eye, smile in confusion and then notice the intensity with which you're looking. My own eyes respond with their answer. I raise an eyebrow and mouth, "Yah?" You nod and take a sip of your drink. You're eyes not leaving mine. * * * Not too much later, I intentionally catch your eye as you're talking to your boss. I can see your focus move from them and with absolute absorption, settle on me. I bite my lip and give you the look that I reserve for my "fuck me now!" message. I watch you take a deep breath and then I turn to casually answer a question from the woman next to me. * * * I notice the glance over my shoulder by the couple that I'm talking with only seconds before I feel you step up behind me. I lean, oh so gently, into you... with the barest of pressure. I feel your hand run down my back, soft as a butterfly. I have to fight the urge to turn and kiss. And, I have no idea what you're saying to everyone because my focus is on your touch and the tenor of your voice... but I keep the smile on my face and nod periodically. The feel of your hand stroking my skin causes my nerve endings to wake up. You lean down and whisper into my ear, "I want to be inside you so badly I can taste it. When we get home, don't plan on sleeping." My eyes cross for a moment but I've closed them quickly. Only you notice that my nipples have gone hard and that my knees have turned to jelly. I'm not even pretending to stand now. I'm leaning completely against you. "Honey," you say for an audience. "Would you mind refilling my drink?" I shake my head and with weak knees, take your glass and walk to the bar. * * * Stepping into the kitchen, I lean against the counter and close my eyes. Holy shit, I think. Does he want me to cum right here? Wow! As I'm composing myself, you walk into the kitchen and watch me... leaning against the door. I sense you and open my eyes. There's a slight blush along my cheeks and my eyes are still a little dazed. You notice the slight shake in my hands. You step fully into the room and also lean back against the counter, facing the door. "Come here," you tell me. I walk over and step between your thighs, your arms going around me, running down to squeeze my ass and pull me into you. "I meant what I said in there." I nod, barely able to breath. My body is on fire. "I'm going to take you to bed and fuck you until you can't walk... and then I'm going make love to you so slowly that you'll think that you've died and gone to Heaven. Your skin so sensitive and tender that each stroke will feel like it's almost too much. Then tomorrow, when you don't think that you can take anymore... I'm going to draw you a bath and sooth your tender flesh with my tongue. Do you think that you can handle that?" "Oh god," I moan and nod. "Surely, you can't expect me to carry on conversations with these thoughts in my head," I mumble into your chest. You tilt my face up to meet yours and kiss me deeply, our tongues meeting and playing. Your warm mouth moves from mine to my neck. I tilt my head to give you better access and my breath comes out as a caress against your ear. "Open your legs," you whisper. "What?" I question, dazed and slightly shocked. "Do as I say, Elena." I spread my legs between your longer ones and feel your fingers slip beneath the edge of my skirt and slide up between my legs. I begin to pull away a bit, "Someone might come in" but you stop me by holding my thighs, parted and open. "Let me worry about that," you say against my mouth. "I'll watch out for you." Sighing, I open my thighs a little further. "That's a good girl." I feel the barely there touch of your fingertips against the crotch of my panties and then the slightly ticklish touch of you moving them aside. You slip your finger deep into me. "Oh god, Baby, you're so wet for me. So hot. Step out of your panties. I want to keep them for the rest of the night." I slip them off and hand them to you. You slip your finger back into me and I rock against you to get a deeper caress, so you slip another finger into me. Stroking and playing, making me even wetter. I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning loudly. "Take me home, please... now!" I beg. "No," you shake your head. "I just wanted something to tantalize me while I'm talking business." You pull your fingers out of me and slip them into your mouth, cleaning them off and then slowly running your finger under your nose. My eyes cross and I know you see it because you smile and pat me lightly on the ass. "Let's get back to the party before someone wonders where we went and come looking." I look at you in amazement... Are you fucking nuts? * * * I'm standing with a group of men and we're laughing at joke someone just made. I look up at you when you take my hand. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but it's time that I get my lady to bed, before her coach turns into a pumpkin." I smile at you and you cannot mistake the look of anticipation on my face. "I'll get our coats, while you make the rounds," I say. * * * You open the passenger door and help me get in. I move my coat out the of way in anticipation of you closing the door but you lean in and slowly tip my chair back, "Tonight, I want you to do everything that I ask. No questions." I smile... VERY intrigued. Licking my lips, I respond, "Okay." You smile back with a little bit of devilment in your eyes. "When I get in the car, I want you to pleasure yourself on the way home... I want you to keep yourself wet for me." I give a slight nervous/excited laugh and nod. You come around and get in... then watch as I place a heeled foot onto the dashboard and stretch out the other leg. I reach between my thighs but you shake your head. "No, Baby. I can't see you. Lift up your skirt." I slide my dress up around my waist and then allow my coat to flap open. You turn on the heat and I feel the air blowing against the back of my thigh and my exposed flesh. "Oh yah. That's it," you say as we pull out of the driveway. * * * I can feel a climax beginning to build and increase the pressure and speed of my touch against my clit. When I feel your hand cover mine, I open my eyes and roll my head to look at you. I notice that we're at a stoplight and suspect that you've been watching me. "Slow down, Elena... I want to be the one to make you come." I resume the slow speed of my touch and feel your hand press against my mons as you slip a finger into me, pressing deep and then slipping out... the light has turn green. * * * When we arrive home and you pull into the garage, I'm expecting to have my shirt wrapped around my waist and to be pressed against the door as you take me hard and fast. But, no... As we walk through the kitchen I get a quick flash of you setting me on the counter and fucking me. Your pants around your ankles while my legs are locked around your waist. Your finger in my mouth as I suck the scent of myself off you. But, we pass through the kitchen and I'm beginning to get frustrated. Aha! The dining room table. NOW, he's going to pick me up and take me here! But, I feel your hand on my lower back as you guide me to the stairs that lead to our room. I can hear you chuckle behind me when you notice the longing look I give to the dining room table. "Patience," I hear you whisper softly. I almost snort but catch myself before I do. FINALLY... the bedroom! My nipples are hard as rocks from anticipation and I just want to rub my dress against them to ease the ache. But, that's nothing compared to the ache that I have between my thighs. I want to come unglued with the need to ease that one! I head to the dresser to take off my earrings and have every intention of getting undressed when I hear your command. "Elena, turn around." I do and notice that you're sitting on the bed. You've removed your tie and jacket and are in the process of slowly unbuttoning your shirt. I freeze and am mesmerized, watching you. I'm quite sure that my mouth has begun to water and that if I'm not careful; I'm going to drool on myself. "Come here," you command firmly. I move to you and when I'm about two feet away, you tell me to stop. "Disrobe." I breathe deep and reach behind my back to unzip my dress. You watch intensely as the dress slides down my body, catching for a moment on my hips and then pooling around my feet. Next comes the bra... I reach between my breasts and unclasp the fastening. Then with both hands, slowly open the bra like French doors. My nipples are hard little pebbles and my areolas have turned a dark brownish rose. I reach up and you watch as my breasts lift with the movement. Slowly, I pull the pins out of my hair and it cascades down around my shoulders. "Come closer," I can hear the catch in your breath and know that if I reached between your legs, I'd feel the hardness that I long to have inside me. "Turn around." I do and look over my shoulder at you. I watch as you turn down my guarder belt and kiss my tattoo. I watch as your tongue flicks out and you lick in long strokes. I moan and almost sit in your lap... but you anticipate that and allow my butt to rest in your hands, supporting me against you. When I have my balance back, you stroke my thigh and then unsnap the front guarders. Placing your hands on my hips, you turn me to face you, run your hands down and then back up my thighs... stopping to unclasp the back snaps. "Take off the rest." I slip off one heel and balancing, I place that foot on the bed, along the outer part of your thigh... leaving myself open to your gaze. Then I slowly roll down the stockings... watching the look on your face as bare, smooth skin is revealed. I slip the stocking off my foot and drop it onto the floor. You reach between my legs and softly stroke the small hairs that grow on my lips. Then, pulling my leg back between your thighs, I slip off the other heel and switch feet only to do the same thing with the other leg. I hear you moan beneath your breath, "You're playing with fire." I meet your eyes and smile... promise a perfect reflection there. "Unbutton my pants." With each removal of clothing, I watch your eyes and notice an intensity that I've never noticed before. I'm actually quite surprised that you've been able to play out the game this long. I kneel between your legs and unzip your pants. With gentle hands, I help you slide them and your underwear over your sensitive erection. I bend my head a bit when I pull them down off your feet, tossing them into the pile of my clothes. Your hand is gentle on the side of my face, when you tilt my eyes up to meet yours. "Take me in you mouth." I smile... Then lean forward and with one long lick, slide my tongue from base to head. Swirling around the head, I tease and then take you as deep as I can. One hand wrapping around the base of you, I squeeze as I suck you. You moan and wrap a hand into my hair, urging me to take you deeper. I open my mouth wider and relax my throat. You're too big for me to "swallow" but you don't seem to mind. I moan deep in my throat and the vibration causes you to echo my sound. "Oh yah, baby. You have such a sweet mouth. So innocent and so mine." You tug, not too gently on my hair and pull my mouth to yours. Sweeping your tongue through my mouth, pressing hard. I follow you onto the bed as you lean back. I'm now lying on top of you and you grip the back of my thighs. Then, opening me wide, you rub your cock against my clit. I moan and my fingernails dig, slightly, into your shoulders, my teeth close on your pec. I move in an effort to force you to slip inside me but you're not done teasing. You slip through my moisture, rubbing against me over and over, gripping my hips and preventing any movement from me. "Please..." I purr against your mouth. I know that you can never resist my purr. And, just as I've wished... You slide hard and deep into me, making my breath catch and my spine give out. I sink onto your chest completely boneless as you work in and out of me. "Ride me," I hear you command through a haze of pleasure. I shake my head, "no," perfectly content to let you do all the work. "Elena, do as I say." I sit up and take you deeper into me, pausing to adjust. You reach up and knead my breasts... one in each hand. I cover your hands with my own and begin to ride you. My thighs tightening as I lift and relaxing as I slide down you. Slowing working you, milking you, clutching my muscles as I pull up and relaxing them as I slide down. I close my eyes and relax my head back, my mouth slightly parted, my hair reaching almost to my waist. I can feel your eyes on me but I'm lost in my own pleasure and the exquisite sensation of finally having you inside me. You reach up and take the back of my neck. I look down at you... my eyes are so very dark, my lips red with arousal and from biting them. My breasts rise and fall with each breath I take. You pull my head back down to you and whisper naughty things that make my muscles clutch involuntarily... tightening around you with each suggestion that you make. Finally, neither of us can take the pleasure anymore and you roll over, taking me under you. "Okay, Baby, now you can cum... Cum with me. 'Cause I'm going to cum deep inside you." I moan and you're moving in just such a way that you're rubbing against my clit, pressing in just the right way. "You're mine," you whisper against my lips. "Don't forget it!" I throw back my head and just at the moment of orgasm, you sink your teeth into my neck. Biting hard. I moan with a sound that is near a scream. Crying out your name... I feel you follow me, your seed pulsing deep inside of me. And with each release, a moan that is uncontrollable. It's the most beautiful sound. You doze for about a half hour and I relax with my head against your shoulder, barely conscious. I'm just about ready to drift off completely when you wake and roll over. "Nah huh, Baby... I'm not done with you yet." I half moan/ half sigh as you turn me onto my stomach and slip into me from behind, my body still wet from our previous release. As You Wish She slowly woke to the smell of vanilla and juniper. As her eyes opened, she was confused. It was not like her to be awake at this hour on a day off. She slowly stretched keeping the covers over her as she yawned and opened her eyes as far as they would go. The room almost did not appear to be the room in which she fell asleep. The soft orange glow of candlelight speckled and flickered in all directions. Gorgeous bouquets of roses and lilies and lilacs cascaded from every nook and shelf. The crystalline decor was placed to create such gorgeous reflections and refractions and spectrums of light. Silk draped from every surface so perfectly that the objects of the room were negligible. She was consumed such a splendid and ethereal creation that she could scarcely fathom how this could be accomplished without even the slightest bother to her delicate slumber. She blinked forcefully, thinking that perhaps, when her eyes refocused, the world would be normal again. Seeing that this was, in fact, as real as any day, her smile lifted effortlessly. This was for her and her alone, and she blushed contemplating the calculated efforts her man went through to make such a luxurious sanctuary. Then she finally saw, on a brilliant silver platter upon the nightstand, one small chocolate and a crystal chime. A small card stenciled with hearts was prominently displayed on this tray, as well. As she opened it, his aftershave wafted lightly to her nose, pulling a sigh from her chest, leaving her momentarily breathless and so dizzy in her memory of that delicious scent. Seconds passed before she once again thought to read the small card. As she cautiously lifted the cover, only a small bit of text was to be read. In handwritten calligraphy, she read it as whispered it to herself... "Ring the bell, your Highness." ========== As the delicate chime filled the silence, she placed it back in its appropriate position and waited patiently for her servant. Seconds later, the door opened slowly to reveal her man in his bathrobe toting a small tray with a single flute of white wine. "Your wine, my Lady. Sauvignon Blanc," he said trying to contain his enraptured smile. "Get over here," she said with such a surprised, giddy laugh. He carefully approached, so as not to spill the drink with his daft clumsiness. "Put that down, and kiss me." He quickly placed it aside the other tray leaned down to his love. Their eyes locked, as she brought her hands to his face and lightly pulled him to her lips. Their eyes closed as their mouths met. Such a soft, gorgeous, loving kiss was created between them. Small moans escaped as his hands slowly wrapped around her, embracing her into him. This perfect kiss never wanted to end, and they were so elated to oblige. Tasting and exploring each other, she slowly pulled him onto her. Not a bit of resistance was to be felt, as he wanted her so much more than he ever thought possible. Ending this earth-shattering moment, they continued to kiss playfully and passionately for as long as they could stand. They both found it difficult to kiss when smiles relentlessly overcame them, but that, in no way, stopped them from trying. Their loving marathon continued as he found his way to her side, rubbing up and down her sides with such a firm grasp. As they slowly parted, she laid back and closed her eyes in such a euphoric trance. She always loved the way he kissed her. When she gathered the necessary concentration to reopen them, she was given the shock of a lifetime. He held a small jewelry case sporting a diamond ring that flickered so brilliantly it nearly brought her to tears. "My Lady, may you be blessed with even a fraction of the happiness you give me and the world. I would gladly spend my life repeating every little fluttering of my heart to you." As her eyes watered over with elated joy, he continued, "You should never have even the slightest misinterpretation that you are the only reason I exist, and I am so blessed beyond reason just to have met you and so many more times over to say that I love you. I could not wait another moment without you knowing exactly how I feel. I love you." Needing his body, she pulled him into her without a second thought, wrapped her arms around him, and cried onto his shoulder. "Make love to me now," she said. As her light sobbing slowed, she held his face to hers eye-to-eye, and smiled angelically. "Make love to me now," she softly repeated with sparkling eyes. He could wait no longer. ========== He rolled himself atop her gently, kissing her delicately, yet with such precise caution, that they nearly melted together. Her hands pushed his chest up far enough to spread his robe open and pull it off his shoulders. They continued to touch all over his chest and shoulders. He smiled in appreciation as he placed his legs between hers and lovingly pressed his sex into hers. They were so ready that there was very little ceremony in disrobing. Their excitement grew, and their pace, with it, started to pick up. Blankets were pushed aside. Robes were immediately forgotten the second could be tossed. The passion between them began to boil. Kisses landed aimlessly on each other. Low moans and grunts began to escape their amassed kisses. Then she could not stand it any longer. "Do it," she said, begging for his sex. "Please, do it." She kissed him in an attempt to convince him. "Oh! Please, Baby, take me now." His shaft entered her silken sex with no further hesitation. Her eyes, jaw, arms, hands, legs, and every thought and breath froze, as his length never seemed to end. Her head was thrown back. Her legs wrapped his torso. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades. With one last thrust, his sex had completed giving her the single most intense feeling she would ever know. She locked onto his body as an uncontrollable spasm instantly shook her. She panted as her small convulsion slowly came under control. He began to lightly thrust and bounce her. Every little movement electrified her body. Her toes and fingers tingled. Biting her lower lip could barely hold in her lustful whimpering. She could not help her legs opening wider and wider, taking him as deep as her sex could allow. Clamped onto him so tightly, she was nearly suspended off the mattress while he gradually increased the thrusts further and further. Every inch of them ignited with hunger that would not stop growing. Her forehead beaded with perspiration as his length began to take her closer and closer. She could no longer hold it in. Moans grew and grew as she let her grip go, laid onto the mattress, opened her legs, and simply gave in to his perfect screwing. This is the way he loved to see her. So taken and exposed, so trusting of his perfect loving that she laid there vulnerable to his every motion. He braced himself and started to pump into her harder and harder. The wetness of their sex could now be heard which only made him want more. He could now feel himself getting overwhelmed, and he knew he was about to lose control. He laid himself onto her and instantly began grunting and slamming her body straight into a dizzying orgasm. Her scream unleashed making him want another, then another. He gripped her hands over her head and continued to pound her mercilessly. Another orgasm built and exploded her eyes and mouth farther open then she could stand. Her vision glossed over as her body could not stop tightening. Again she orgasmed in what was now a succession that she could not control. Her yelps pierced the night again and again. She had never been so laid in all her life. Vulgarities began to slip out without thought. Screaming again while she came, his hunger was so near to being satisfied. He kissed her quickly. "Are you...?" she asked. He could only look her in the eyes affirmatively. "Yes," she said. "Do it." With every fabric of his being he began to thrust into her completely and rapidly. She coaxed him on. "Do it! Oh, God! Do it!" His grunting got louder and louder. His body began to tense with hers. Their eyes locked on one another. Faster he went. "Now," she screamed so close to finishing. "Kiss me now." With that he lunged his mouth to hers and latched every muscle of his body onto her as he flooded her sex. Their screams trapped between their mouths. Over and over his convulsing thrusts shot into her as she embraced his head into her kiss. She settled to a purr, but he could not regain any semblance of control. They lay together as one hot, passionate mass as she held him to her body accepting his every effort so perfectly. It seemed to last endlessly, but when she once again looked to see her precious lover, he had drifted off while so carefully nestled into her bosom. She closed her eyes and joined him. Nothing felt more perfect in all her life. ========== She woke to a gorgeous glow of sunlight, feeling all the wondrous, perfect aches in her body from the previous night. She could smell breakfast in the air, and it was so good. Looking to her hand she saw her newfound ornament. She smiled knowing exactly what it meant to her...and what she meant to him. As You Wish, Master She waited in the shadows, knowing that if she were to come out too soon, she'd be punished, as well as if she came out too late. It was all about the timing. She smoothed her short copper colored hair back, her hazel eyes brimming with excitement. She hasn't done anything wrong as of late to be punished for, but he'd find something to punish her for anyways. She starts stepping gingerly out of the shadows. "Hello, Master." "Hello little one," he replied amicably, his voice barely above a whisper. She goes in front of him, wearing only a red lacy bra and a black miniskirt. As per when she feels she's behaved, she wasn't wearing any panties. She knelt down before him, head bowed. She heard him chuckle as he viewed her. She had caught what he was wearing, which was blue jeans and a red tshirt. "My my, someone appears to want something," he said in that voice of his. "Yes, Master," she replied meekly, blushing furiously. She heard him get up and walk over to her and felt one of his fingers drag along her body. She shivered from the touch. "Hhhhmmmm. . . . someone seems very sensitive today," he said, and she heard a smile in his voice. "Yes, Master," she said in reply. "This will be a fun night. Now how to go about doing it. . ." she heard him trail off as he moved away from her. She knew better than to move without his permission, so she knelt there, her hands in her lap, her head bowed. A few minutes went by, and still her Master hadn't voiced anything. She spoke up hesitantly, not wanting to get punished. "Master?" "Let's start off with a little bondage first," he finally said, and she looked up to see a pair of red handcuffs dangling in her face. "Yes Master. Where would you like my hands, Master?" she asked, not knowing which position she would assume. "Behind your back," he told her. She obediently placed her hands behind her back. He walked over, knelt down, and removed her bra. The stark cold air on her pink nipples instantly hardened them, but she knew better to voice her pleasure. He handcuffed her hands together, snug but not to the point to cut off circulation. "Good girl," he whispered in her ear. "Anything else you want to bind, Master?" she asked. Sometimes he bound other things, like her ass, or her breasts. "Let's try your breasts," he said, smirking. "Yes, Master," she told him. She saw him remove his cloth belt and wrap around her large tits. She felt him tie it, and then give it a little tug to tighten it. She gasped softly, not remembering what it felt like to have her tits bound like this. "Ooohhh someone likes that," he crowed, smiling devilishly. "Yes, Master." He knelt in front of her, took her bound breasts into his hands, weighing them, and started playing with them, squeezing them, pinching them, occasionally slapping them. She moaned softly when he started biting them around the area of where the belt lie over her nipples, moaned louder when he started sucking on one while pinching and squeezing the other. Hard pinches, sharp bites, tight squeezes, to the point where she started cooing. She could feel him start to give her a hickey, and she moaned loudly. Suddenly, he stopped and lightly pushed her onto her back. She fell back, the small of her back driving the cuffs a little deeper into her skin. He started kissing her gently, from her ear down to her boobs, and she moaned softly. He got to her breasts and started biting them roughly, making her gasp for breath while shivering, due to his one hand scratching down her side. He reached her underneath her skirt, scratched down the outside of her leg, then scratched his way back up the inside. She squirmed in pleasure. When he reached her dripping wet pussy, he started rubbing it up and down, and she moaned loudly. He chuckled lightly. "Someone's a dirty slut tonight," he remarked. "Yes Master," she moaned. He found her clit, and started rubbing it in circles, massaging it, and she started whimpering. He got down to her ear and breathed hotly into her ear. He whispered, "Are you close?" "Sort of, Master. It just feels so good, Master," she made out. "How would you feel if I did. . . this?" With that he inserted a finger inside of her. She gasped from the sudden penetration then moaned. "You dirty little whore. You just can't help yourself, can you?" "No Master, I can't." He smiles then slowly starts to kiss down her body, nibbling as he gets farther and farther down her body, her moaning and squirming. He gets to her skirt, and pulls it down enough to reveal her soaking wet pussy, the pink lips laying open and inviting, and her engorged clit starting to peek from out from underneath its protective hood. He gently blew on it, and she jerked from the sudden impact on her pussy, while his finger pumped in and out slowly. He starts licking it lightly, up and down, while she moaned and strained. He started licking her clit and she started bucking as he sucked the engorged love knob and inserted another finger, her whimpering. "Come on, you little whore, cum for me," he ordered her as he finger fucked her and licked her faster. She didn't want to cum yet, not without getting fucked. "Please Master. . . Fuck me hard and fast. . ." she moaned. "You're going to have to beg better than that if you want to be fucked," he told her. "Please Master. . . Fuck me. . . Fuck a slut. . . Fuck a whore the way she should be. . . Fuck her, and use her, please Master," she begged, practically crying from the need to be fucked. "That's better," he murmured as he pulled down his pants and she gazed at his throbbing hard cock, "But first, I need some incentive first." He moved toward her head and wagged his penis in front of her. She gently took him into her mouth and started sucking. He moaned as she took him further, starting to deep throat him, proudly pushing back her gag reflex. "Oooh that feels so good," he moaned as he finished in her throat, the hot cum pouring down her throat as she swallowed. She removed his cock from her throat, marveling at the fact that it was still hard, and kissed the head. "Very good, girl. Now it's time for your reward." He moved down slowly kissing and nibbling his way down her body from her neck to her still bound breasts. She squirmed in delight. He took the belt off of one nipple and started to bite and suck on it roughly while she whimpered. The wetness between her legs was getting stronger, as well as the need to cum. But she won't allow herself, Master didn't give her permission. "Cum if you want; this won't be the last orgasm tonight," he told her, and she wondered what else he had in store for her tonight. She still refrained from cumming, even as he started rubbing her pussy up and down. When his fingers were nice and damp, he held them to her lips and she licked them without being told. With a nod of approval, he takes his cock and slides all the way into her slippery cunt. She moaned as he slid it nearly all the way out, then rammed it back in, each time her moans getting louder and louder. He started going faster and harder and faster and harder, but she wanted to feel used. "Please Master. . . fuck a whore properly. . . Fuck her the way a slut should be fucked. .. . from behind. . . Use her. . ." she moaned. He picked her up and flipped her over onto her stomach without removing himself from her and continued fucking her, this time from behind, her single breast still bound by the belt, her hands still cuffed behind her back. She raised her ass towards him, providing him a better angle, wishing he would use his hands roughly on her, and she cried out once again to be used. "Don't worry, I will," he said as he fucked her hard and deep, and she started cooing. Then he started slowing down, and she could almost feel herself pouting in disappointment until he said, "Let's try something new." "Yes Master. What are we trying, Master?" she asked. "Let's try anal," he whispered as he continued to slow down. He won't continue without her permission. "Yes, Master, as you wish," she replied, her excitement building. She had never been fucked in the ass before, and she couldn't wait. She felt him pull out of her and then push into her ass in one full stroke. She screamed as his dick penetrated her virgin ass. "You okay?" he asked her, and she felt his hand stroke her side soothingly. Now that it was in, it was in. "Yes, Master," she replied, a single tear streaming down her face. She knew he didn't believe her, but was determined to make this pleasurable. "I'm going to start moving now," he told her, taking his thrusts nice and slow. "From pain to pleasure," he muttered as he continued. Her screams subsided into small moans, both from the pleasure that all of a sudden was being created and from the pain. He started moving faster and harder, pushing in deeply, and her moans turned from a mix of pain and pleasure to ones of pure pleasure, and she even started meeting his thrusts. "I see someone starting to like anal," he noted, and she imagined a wry smile upon his face. "Yes, Master," she panted, sweat running down her back. "So what would happen if I did. . . this?" he mused. He reached forward and grabbed her nipples. She gasped then moaned as he started to rub her nipples as he continued to fuck her in the ass. As he got harder and faster, he began twisting her nipples with his fingers and she whimpered. She could feel an orgasm building, and she knew he could feel it as well. "Cum, my dirty slut. Cum!" he commanded her in a rough whisper as he continued his violent assault on her ass and nipples. She whimpered louder, the orgasm nearing. "COME ON! I know you can do better than that!" He taunted her, reaching one hand down to rub her sensitive clit while still twisting her nipple and fucking her ass. She began whimpering even louder, and bucking more wildly. It was so close, she imagined exploding her juices all over the bed in front of her. "That's a good whore," he told her, and she felt a thrill of pleasure at the compliment "Now let's see you cum for me," he said, as he fucked her nice and deep. She tightened around everything and began screaming. He felt her tightening and couldn't help his own release as well, moaning as he blew his load into her ass, filling it up nice and deep, while she screamed as she felt his hot cum fill her up, and as she felt her juices start sliding down her thighs. After a few small thrusts to loosen her up, he pulled out of her and undid her bounds, and she collapsed in utter exhaustion and bliss onto the bed, smiling happily, breathing heavily. It felt right. "My, my, someone must've had a good time," he teased her as he laid down next to her, stroking her naked form, please at her performance. He wasn't sure how she was going to take anal, but she took it well. He didn't really want to hurt her. "Yes, Master," she panted sleepily, being able to curl up onto the bed next to him, her head on his chest. She felt safe. She felt his strong hand stroke her head in pleasure and in calming her down. "Good," he said, wrapping her in his arms and letting her drift off to sleep, wanting her to catch up on her energy before he gave her another earth shattering orgasm. As You Wish, My Lord Rosalyn longed for the simple comfort of facing down a hundred screaming barbarians charging at her with swords drawn. Or marching through the Direwood Forest, black as night even at the highest noon, a brigand behind every tree. Anything to avoid spending another minute listening to these selfish old windbags and their small, petty desires. "No, absolutely not," was her response to the latest scheme. Once again Lord William, Duke of Ambrose, badgered her for more men and resources. A full detachment, this time. "Come now lass," he said, "even you must realize that the mills need to be protected." This had been Rosalyn Emory's dream. Ever since she was a little girl. Ah, to sit on the Council of Arms. The greatest warriors in all the realm, nobly fighting for the safety of all the realm. What a joke. This 'noble gathering' was nothing more than doddering idiots and the self centered fools that thought to prey on them. "Is that supposed to be a joke?" Rose snarled. She instantly regretted it. Already the frowns began appearing. Scowls of disapproval from her fellow councilors. That hadn't come out the way she'd meant. The mills and granaries were important, no question about it. Yet not six months had passed since the Duke forced her to pull troops away from the estates of Count Layland. Sure enough, they'd been burnt to the ground while she was out on patrol, too even for retaliation before they escaped. "Don't be silly. Of course they're important," he chose to take her words the wrong way. Intentionally, she could see it in his eyes, but the others were swayed. "After all, what will our people eat if raiders carry off all our grain. Again." "That wasn't our fault. I mean, you shouldn't blame us for it. I mean-" "Are the Border Guards no longer responsible for guarding the borders? Oh dear me. I must have missed that meeting." Rose flushed at the chuckles. She'd meant to point out that it was his machinations that had lost them those resources. The blame lay at his feet, not hers. The words just refused to come out right. She had them all mapped out in her head, arguments lined up perfectly. Yet when it came time to speak, her composure slipped and all that escaped were shallow retorts. "Now, now, Will," said the king, "the Lady Emory has been a fine marshal so far." Duke Ambrose's expression slipped for a moment, but he composed himself so quickly that Rose doubted anyone else noticed. "Of course, your majesty. I have nothing against the good marshal. Indeed, her talent on the battlefield is miracle enough. It was... most unkind of me to hope that she also grasp the finer points of strategy." There were murmurs of agreement, and the king looked pleased by the backhanded apology. Had any man dared speak that way to her father, all would have felt a duel justified. Yet even her supporters would condemn the slightest challenge as "emotional overreaction". Though she'd earned her position by right of inheritance and proven her fitness on the battlefield, many still cried out against a woman marshal. The king's support had only moved that criticism behind closed doors. Even the king had misgivings. His support had come as much in memory of her father as for her own sake. Some of her critics had his ear, and none more Duke Ambrose. "See. Isn't that better," said the king. "You are right, though. It's hard enough keeping the army supplied. We can't afford to lose those mills." Rosalyn seethed. Those mills were almost thirty miles from the border. What of the towns and estates that lie closer? Were they any less vulnerable? Better to meet the threat at the border and be done with it. Were she free from the meddling interference of this very council, she could defend them easily. Yet she was not free of that meddling, and apparently never would be. The king had spoken. No matter how ill conceived this notion was, the king's word was law. She had failed. "Thank you, your majesty. A wise decision, as always." Duke Ambrose said, delivering a bow towards the king. His head, however, turned just slightly towards Rose, making sure she saw his smirk. "Good, good. I'm glad we got all that nonsense taken care of. Off with you now. Meeting adjourned. Wouldn't want to be late to my hunt, after all." The councilors started to disperse. Some stayed to mingle, but most left for other business. Or pleasure. A good number of them were invited to the king's hunt. Rosalyn started to leave as well, but a hand caught her by the elbow. "A word, marshal," said Duke Ambrose. The last person she wanted to speak with. "What do you want," she said, doing little to hide her distaste. He towered over her, his hand seemed massive as it gripped her elbow. Huge next to her own. She twisted from his grip. Large or not, her hands were enough to hold a sword. Enough to skewer the raiders he was practically inviting. Still, it rankled her that she had to look up in order to meet his eye. "I thought we could meet over dinner tonight, to discuss how we might fulfill his majesty's order." Rosalyn felt like murder. The nerve of that man, to come gloating so soon. She was about to tell him exactly what he could do with his invitation, but he spoke first. "Of course, if the task is too difficult for you, I would understand completely. It is rather complicated, after all. I would be more than happy to take care of all the-" "No," she said. There was no way she would give him any excuse to go an inch beyond the king's order. "No, dinner will be fine." He smiled, reaching out to take her hand. He started to lift it, as though to deliver a kiss to its back. None of that now, she thought as she pulled it down. He didn't let go. "Excellent my dear," he said, "I'm sure it will be a most... productive discussion." The room spun for a minute. Rose looked into the Duke's eyes, which almost seemed to grow. They snapped into focus, almost as though she were looking through her spyglass. Rosalyn blinked, snapping back to the present. The Duke still held her hand, his thumb gently tracing circles along the back. What had she been about to say? Oh right, dinner. "Of course, my lord," she said, "I'm sure it will be. But if you'll excuse me, I have other business to attend to." Perhaps this wasn't a total lost cause, she thought as she walked away. The order was given, true, and there was nothing she could do to change that. Still, there was always room for negotiation. Perhaps there was still time to outmaneuver him, if she was clever enough. It would take all her cunning and stratagem. --- "Draw up a bath," she told the servant when she swept into her chambers. The girl hurried to comply. Time was short, and there was much to do. This could be her last chance, and she had to be prepared. Rosalyn was up to her neck in maps, supply routes, and quartermaster reports when the servant announced that the bath was ready. Rose thanked her and stood with a sigh. Though she hadn't been at it long, she was glad for the distraction. It was probably just her fatigue from the vexing council meeting, but the papers were starting to give her a headache. Everything felt better as she sank into the warm, perfumed water. Like the dirt and grime, her cares melted away into the water. After idly soaping herself for a few minutes, Rosalyn caught herself paying particular attention to her more personal areas. Well, why not? She rarely had the opportunity to indulge. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts. "Milady. The hairdresser will be arriving shortly." Rosalyn snapped to attention. The water was lukewarm. Had she been bathing so long? The girl left the room, and Rose turned bright red when she realized where her hands were. For a minute, Rose was tempted to continue. Though her explorations had been pleasant, relaxation had sapped all urgency. The deed was still incomplete, and all she had accomplished was to leave herself more on edge, more sensitive. So be it. Nothing she could do about it now. Too much time had been wasted on that bath, and she still had to get ready. Wrapped in her towel, Rosalyn pulled open the doors of her wardrobe. Though she normally preferred uniforms of a more military cut, that wasn't what she would wear tonight. No, her usual tactics wouldn't work here. Fortunately, Rosalyn had a plan, and that plan called for a gown. She knew exactly which one, too. It was new, something she'd commissioned to placate her dear old mother. Mother had always been difficult, though Rose suspected she would say the same of her. Mother had always wanted a little girl. By all accounts she'd been overjoyed when, after two sons, one finally came. She'd never forgiven Rose for preferring swords to dolls, or trousers to dresses. Nor her father for indulging it. Then again, her mother would hardly have approved of this gown. It wasn't the sort to please a mother. The dress was expensive, made from sheer imported silk. The material was thin, for all its finery. Not quite transparent, but suggested much about what wasn't shown. When the chambermaids finished lacing her in, the gown fit like a second skin, clinging tightly and highlighting her body's every curve. It was a good body, one Rosalyn took pride in. Not so curvy as was fashionable in court, but at least she needed no constraining corset to maintain her slim figure. The men had certainly been interested. Not so long ago she'd had many suitors. Important ones too, even though she was a younger child with little chance at a meaningful inheritance. It wasn't that she'd been uninterested in the prospect of marriage, either, but few persisted once she made it clear that she would abandon the battlefield for no man. When all was ready, Rose looked into the mirror one last time. The effect was stunning. A far cry from her normal style. So Duke Ambrose had a problem with her being a woman, did he? Fine! Rosalyn would refuse to hide from it. Quite the contrary, she confront him with it from the start. Force him to accept her for who she was. If nothing else, it would put him off guard. The tight, body hugging gown, the plunging cleavage, her dainty shoulders left bare by the off-shoulder straps of her dress, all screamed femininity in unmistakable terms. Let him deal with that. During the entire carriage ride to his estate, Rosalyn's head spun, giddy with anticipation at the meeting to come. Everything felt detached, abstract. Almost like the anticipation before battle, except pleasant instead of fearful. Tonight would be perfect. Her plan was genius. It would catch him totally off guard, no way he could have seen it coming. "The Lady Rosalyn," called the doorman as she entered. That was wrong. It was supposed to be "Marshal Emory". Her military title took precedence. No matter. It fit perfectly into her plans. Let them announce her as a woman. Even the Duke's careless servants were playing towards her strategy. "Ah, you look positively enchanting, my dear," Duke Ambrose said as he took her hand. Gently, softly, he brought it to his lips. Ha! He was buying it. This would be easier than she'd thought. Just to be sure, Rose sank extra low during her curtsy, offering unrestricted view down the front of her dress. It worked. By the time she rose, he was openly staring at her chest. "You look quite dashing yourself, my lord." Ha! That ought to confuse him. Though she had to admit, it wasn't completely untrue. After all, he wasn't bad looking. A little older than her, true, but maturity suited him. If nothing else, he kept himself in shape. Greedy and opportunistic though he might be, he wasn't a bad looking man. They spoke for several more minutes. Mostly trivial niceties, though she began to admire his wit. Not that she needed any reminder, after the way she'd been outmaneuvered in the council, but it was far more charming when not used against her. "Shall we eat?" he asked. Good. About time they finished the chatter and got down to business. Smiling, she offered her elbow, and he took it. Rosalyn continued smiling as he led her to the dining room. It was almost sad. After such clever maneuvering in the council chamber, he was completely blindsided by her new tactics. Here he was, leading her off as though they were some couple courting, and he didn't even realize it. How delightfully perfect. What better way to make him accept her as a woman. The lamps were turned low in the small intimate room, leaving the candelabra on the table as the chief source of illumination. Had this been anything but a business meeting, it could almost have been called romantic. The small table held two place settings side by side, but only one chair. Rosalyn almost laughed. That fool. She couldn't have set him up any harder if she'd made the arrangements herself. With only one chair, protocol demanded she be allowed to sit on his lap. With their bodies so close together, it would be utterly impossible for him to ignore her femininity. This was almost too easy. They sat, and Rose 'accidentally' rubbed her behind into his crotch. Subtlety was key here. Just enough to get a reaction without giving any cause to complain. As expected, he did indeed react. She could feel it through the thin fabric of her dress. Ha! They would see how well he could negotiate with such a distraction. Finally they would be on even grounds again. If she was still aroused from her interrupted session in the bath, it was crucial that he struggle in the grips of arousal as well. Rosalyn leaned back into her host, and soon exposed another flaw in his plan. With her on his lap, there was nowhere for his hand to go except her breast and waist. Of course, once his hands were there he wasn't able to resist playing with them. What man could? Tisk tisk, such amateur mistakes. He was skilled with his fingers, though, so his folly was her gain. A servant brought out the first course, a selection of fruits and tasty looking appetizers. "If you don't mind, my dear," said the Duke, gesturing towards the food. That's right. He'd been so utterly outmaneuvered. With his hands already occupied, he couldn't handle the food himself. He would have to rely on her. With great delight, Rosalyn reached down to the platter and pulled out a bundle of grapes. Savoring her small triumph, she pressed in closer and began to feed him. Wrapping one hand around his neck while the other slid the fruit into his mouth. She leaned her head in closer, that she might better enjoy the occasion. Perhaps catching on to her strategy, he was able to pull his hands away long enough to place a handful of morsels in her mouth. They were every bit as tasty as she'd imagined. Of course, she couldn't let him pull ahead that easily. When he brought the food past her lips, she made sure to take his fingers in her mouth, sucking lightly on them as she ran her tongue across. After all, she had to show him who was in control. "You truly are a delight," he said between bites. "A beauty such as you was made for the bedchamber. Not playing at swords like some heathen savage. Wouldn't you agree, my dear?" "Oh yes, my lord," she said, batting her eyelashes as she snuggled against him. All the better that he underestimate her. If he didn't grasp the power of a woman in the bedchamber, then he was already doomed. He slid the last piece of fruit past her lips. They were close together now, her cheek nestled up against his. How easy it was to find their lips locked together. Delicious, wonderful. He was practically hers. As they kissed, his fingers slid down her neck and back until they found the ties of her dress. Perfect. Still playing into her plan. All that stood between him and her body now was that gown. With it out of the way, nothing could conceal her femininity. His lips trailed from her mouth, little nibbles down her neck and across her shoulder. The strap slid away. All it took was the barest of shrugs, and the dress was on the floor. She stood before him naked in all her glory. Just let him try to ignore that anymore. He wasn't able to. How could he? No sooner was the dress discarded than he was back on her. His hands ran up her thighs, the fingers of one finding their way inside her. His head lowered to her breast, peppering it with tiny, gentle kisses. He was hers now, and he never even realized it was happening. The best part was, now that she'd won she was free to indulge herself a little too. So while he attended to her body, she could freely explore his to her heart's content. She paid particular attention to the hard bulge hidden by his trousers. When the trousers were finally gone, she couldn't resist running her hands along it. So beautiful. Soon touching wasn't enough, she had to take a closer look. He, of course, was so far gone that he didn't even breath a word of protest when she dropped to her knees and moved her head in to see it more clearly. It was almost mesmerizing, she couldn't get enough of it. How might it taste? As wonderful as she could have imagined, yet while her head bobbed up and down its length,Rosalyn began to think of her own unfulfilled need. Her bathtime explorations were still incomplete, and she couldn't help but remember how his finger felt as it slid inside. There was a longing, a terrible emptiness within. If only there were something that could fill it. "Do it," she begged, lying back on the dinner table with her legs spread apart. He was standing between them, his naked body everything she had imagined. "Stick that big thick thing in. I need you inside me." Was there any question whether he would comply? Of course not. Not after the way she'd won this evening. Rosalyn cried out in pleasure, fingers rubbing between her legs as he pushed in and out. She could feel it, just barely out of reach, and rubbed herself harder. Then she looked up, seeing the twinkle in his eyes as he grinned down at her. Bam! That did it. The wave finally crested. Sweeping through her body, overwhelming her with pleasure as the long awaited climax hit. Her cries only spurred him harder. Merciful god, her body was so sensitive now. The way his hands rubbed, and the way he moved inside her. It was just so good. Not long after she came down from that first climax, another hit. Then another, and another. Finally he tensed, grunting and shuddering in release as he spent himself inside of her. How wonderful! He'd done it. He'd actually done it. Somehow, she'd been able to make him spill his seed into her womb. Perhaps it would be productive. Nothing else could prove her point better. After all, who besides a woman could bear a man's child? She smiled at him, still wrapped in a daze of joy from their intense coupling. She reached up, kissing him once more. As their mouths parted, she noticed something in his hand. An odd pendant of some sort. It was so... shiny. He held it before her face. Rosalyn was struck by the strongest sense of deja vu. She had seen that before. Somewhere. Rosalyn looked closer. She tried to remember. This was important. Understanding was just at the edge of her mind, tantalizingly out of reach. She had to figure it out. Had to keep staring until she remembered. Had to keep looking. Had to- --- Rosalyn jerked awake, realizing she'd zoned out and missed what he said. "I'm sorry, my lord. What was that?" "Don't worry about it, my dear. I was just commenting on our arrangement." "Oh, yes. Of course." The two were seated next to a roaring fireplace, just as they had been since dinner. It must be getting late for her attention to wander so. Truth be told, it had been an uneventful evening. Indeed, the entire dinner was little more than a blur. At least it had been productive, and they'd finally come to a working arrangement. As You Wish, My Lord Unfortunately, he hadn't budged on troop counts, but at least she forced him to assume full control over the deployment. Let him manage all the petty little administrative details. For a while there, she'd worried that she would be stuck with that annoyance. What a relief to let someone else to shoulder the burden. Rosalyn had every confidence that Lord Ambrose would handle it for the best. That part of the agreement had cost even more men, but it was worth the sacrifice. "But where are my manners. It is getting late, and I'm sure you are growing tired." "Well, just a little," she said. "Of course, of course. How terribly rude of me to delay you so." He offered his hand and helped her up. When she rose, she found herself standing particularly close. Rosalyn looked up at him. He had such interesting eyes. Though she couldn't describe it, she felt... something. Some sort of connection. Almost as though- Realizing she'd been staring, Rosalyn blushed and stammered. "Thank you for the hospitality, my lord." He was still holding her hand in his, and brought it once more to his mouth. She shuddered a bit as his lips pressed against the back of her hand. Perhaps she'd been too hard on him. There was more to this man than she'd given him credit for. They had reached an agreement tonight, yet there was alway more council business to discuss. Maybe they should do this again some time. Sometime soon. "I assure you," he said with a smile, "the pleasure was all mine." Lady Rosalyn Emory rode back in silence, pleased at a job well done. And at a night well spent. As You Wish, My Mistress This is the voice of your Mistress. Can you hear me? My words are in your eyes and in your vision, in your head. You are so in my control that I really am there, aren't I? In truth, if I'm in your head, then I'm about as present as I can possibly be. You are going to demonstrate that in two ways: First, by doing whatever I command you to do for the next few minutes; second, and more specifically, you're going to suck cock for me. Has that idea sunk in yet, you little queer? If it has, then say it outloud. I want you to say, "Yes, Mistress, I'm going to suck cock for you. Please let me suck cock for you, Mistress." That's good. Now, for the next 20 seconds, beg me to teach you how to suck cock like the slut you are. Good, now, we're going to play out two possible scenarios, both involve a game, and I'm going to give you a choice. Isn't that generous of me? One scenario will teach you how to be a home-based faggot cocksucker. The second will prepare you to be a glory-hole slut. It would please me greatly if you have a lifelike dildo to practice on. If you don't, then find a suitable, safe substitute. If you're so fucking pathetic that you can't figure that out, then use your weak, little fingers. Second scenario first, put your practice cock in a brief case, backpack or nondescript shopping bag. Make sure it's well concealed. We wouldn't want you to fall out of closet, would we, faggot? Find a quiet rest room in a public place. Maybe it's at work or at the mall at 2 p.m. on a Tuesday. I don't want interruptions, but if they occur, then you may pause until the coast is clear. I'll tell you in a minute what to do while you wait. First scenario, I want you to go into your bathroom and pretend you're in that public restroom. Here though, we have a little more freedom and a little less risk. Strip those clothes off that pathetic body of yours. You know, you really are lucky I like training cocksuckers because you have so little else to offer me. Prove that you do have something to offer me, prove to me your devotion. Kneel. That's right, get down on your knees. If you're in the rest room, then you've already proven you want to please me by making this even more real. No need to kneel. You can suck while sitting there in the stall. Either way, if you have a suction-cup dildo, then stick it to the wall at same level as your cunt mouth. Otherwise, use whatever you brought. You're about to prove to me that you're willing to obey and learn, learn to suck cock. Beg me to teach you. Do it now, out loud, for the next 30 seconds. Let me hear it, boy. That's good. Now, we're going to start with a game to warm up. If anyone comes in, then you may stop, but I want you to stop right where you are like you are frozen. So, that cock better be at or in your mouth. Got it. Good. The game is called "Kiss, Lick, Suck." Kiss it. Kiss the cockhead. That's it. That's a good boy, a good cocksucker. Now, lick it all over, pretend you can smell the musk of a real man on it. Slobber all over it, you hungry bitch. That's good. Cover it in your spit. What a little, faggot you are! ... Now, suck it. Take the head and shaft into your mouth. Slowly, carefully swallow it. Be careful of the teeth. Use your lips as a buffer. Sink down on it. Feel it fill your mouth. Imagine it's coming through a glory hole. You want to get as much of it down your dick-hungry gullet as we can. Don't we? Don't choke. I want you stop short of choking, just short. We'll move on to deepthroating in the advanced class. Now, repeat all that — kiss ... lick ... suck. (Pause) Kiss, lick, suck. (Pause) Kiss, lick, suck. God, you are such a slut. Still, you're making Mistress happy and amused. I love the idea you're listening to me this way and doing what I say. Now, make me even happier. The game is over. Worship that cock. Suck it. Slurp it. Make some loud noises. Show me what a little cockwhore you are. Show me. Let me hear it. I want to hear that wet, sloppy desire of yours. Remember, I'm there in your head. I'm watching. I can see what a faggot you are. I know what you are better than anyone else. That makes you mine, doesn't it? Say, "I'm yours, Mistress." Say it with that pseudo-cock in your gob-hole. ... That's good. I know you're mine. I just want to make absolutely sure you do. If you have any doubt, then remember what you did from just listening to me. Oh, and you're going to do one more thing to prove it, you are NOT going to jack off. Keep your hands off that hard, desperate, probably dripping appendage of yours. I'll tell you here in another audio soon when you can orgasm and what you can do with that cum. If you've failed in this assignment but tried hard, then try it again later. Practice makes perfect, even for pathetic closet cases like you, right? If you really have let me down and let yourself down by not completely the task well, then I need to punish you and motivate you. If you beg for forgiveness, then I MIGHT show mercy and let you try again. Bye for now.