7 comments/ 97159 views/ 12 favorites She's in Charge By: Eddy_Bort [Hope you all enjoy it. If I receive a favourable response, I will write a Chapter 2 so make sure to vote and submit your comments. "I'm sorry," I pleaded with her. "I lost track of time after the game." April was pissed. I was supposed to meet her friends for the first time last night. We've been dating for about two months and I promised her I'd meet her at a local pub where she would be with her friends. I forgot and had a few beers with the boys after my hockey game. By the time I remembered, it was too late. "You made me look stupid, like I was stood-up by you, asshole!" she yelled. I began to tell her I would make it up to her, but she cut me off before I could finish. "You WILL pay for this, you WILL make it up to me!" Tired of arguing this, I just went along with it. "Of course hun, whatever you want." She began giving me instructions that hinted an interesting evening. "Be at my apartment at 7 sharp, not a minute late. Have a bouquet of flowers for me. Be dressed in your best suit, shirt and tie," she instructed. "I want you showered, clean-shaven and wear that cologne I love so much. Bring money because you are taking me shopping. Oh, and you must be completely shaved." "Yeah, you already said that," I told her. "I mean your balls!" she snapped. "Yes Princess April, anything else?" I asked sarcastically. "Keep up that attitude, Eddy, it just means more trouble for you and more amusement for me." I decided not to fight it anymore and just let her win this battle. I got in the shower, shaved my balls as she ordered. I thought it exciting that she wanted my balls smooth for her. She loved to rub and feel my clean shaven balls while teasing my cock and asshole with her fingers. Dressed in my new pinstripe suit, I hopped into my Lexus and stopped by a florist and an ATM machine, where I took out $500. I knocked on her door at 6:59 p.m. She opened the door to find me smiling in my best threads. I found her looking pissed-off and dressed much more casually than I, but still quite sexy. Her short jet black hair was teased and she wore a tight white 'wife-beater'-style tank-top along with tight black leather pants that appeared to be painted on her. And as she always did, she wore the sexiest shoes imaginable. I stood there stunned and completely at her mercy. "Get inside," she ordered, stopping me inside the doorway as she closed the door. "You are to do everything I tell you. You do nothing on your own without my instructions first, understood?" "Yes April." "That's Mistress April!" she told me in no uncertain terms. She walked towards her cream-colored leather love-seat and I followed. "What are you doing?!" she questioned. "I did not tell you to enter. You do NOT move until instructed." I apologized and stayed still. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me." I followed her orders, hypnotized. It was as if I was her robot, with no control of my thoughts and actions. I was hers, to be ordered, instructed and programmed as she saw fit. I crawled towards her, oblivious of any dust I was getting on the knees of my $1,500 suit. She stopped me by placing her hand on my approaching forehead and pushing back. "Stand up and pull your pants around your ankles," she commanded. I did as instructed and stood there transfixed by her, my rock hard cock at attention. "Play with yourself for me, stroke your cock for me while I enjoy my wine." I began sliding my hand up and down my shaft as she sipped at the Merlot she had evidently poured prior to my arrival. She sat there sipping and staring at the blur that was becoming my hand stroking harder and faster. She had an evil grin as she looked into my eyes and told me to turn around and bend over. I felt a bit self-conscious of my ass being right in her face but any embarrassment quickly ddisappeared as I felt her finger brush my puckered anus. She dug into a small black bag she had sitting on the couch and before I could see what she had removed, I felt warn lube being poured down my ass crack. The anticipation was overwhelming, finally satisfied by the feeling of her finger slowly penetrating me as I continued pumping on my cock. Her finger slid all the way, slowly at first but increasing with each thrust is both speed and pleasure. She curled her finger and massaged my prostate, causing my cock to drip with precum. My jerking and her finger-fucking matched pace but as she sensed my impending orgasm she stopped and pulled out her finger and made me stop my stroking. She told me to stay bent over. I saw her go into her bag and remove something that I couldn't quite see well enough to make out, but within a couple of seconds, I had an idea. She confirmed my suspicion. "You are to keep this butt-plug inside you until I order you to remove it, understood?" I said yes. It seemed so natural to do so. I had never had anything in me before. She and previous girlfriends had teased me before, but I always stopped them before any kind of penetration. Now, completely at her mercy, she had fucked me with her finger and was now sliding a butt-plug inside me. Luckily, it wasn't very large or wide and slid in easily as it was not much thicker than her finger which had loosened me up. I felt my ass suck in the bulb of the plug and moaned loudly as she pressed it into me. "Now, pull your pants back up and leave the plug in," she said rising from the sofa. I did as ordered, wondering what she had in store for me next. She rose and pulled me by the tie as I buckled my belt. As I walked, the plug wreaked havoc with my senses, sending jolts of ecstasy through my body. We walked out the door and fear began to take hold of me as the thought of going out in public with a plug of my ass set in. Strangely though, this fear was exciting me. The idea of people knowing turned me on immimmensely. Each step was both agonizing and exhilarating. April watched as my face contorted with contrasting reactions, from grimacing to moaning and breathing with ecstatic pleasure. We got into the elevator and April slid her hand behind my ass, pushing the plug inside me. I moaned with pleasure as the elevator slowed to a halt on the seventh floor. April laughed. "Looks like we'll have some company," she chuckled. The doors opened to a group of college students, two males and four females. They weren't especially attractive girls, but it didn't matter. Having them there just further stirred my cock. April watched me intently as she once again discreetly pushed the plug into me. I couldn't help my heavy breathing and it was heard by everyone in the elevator, as evident by the abrupt halt to their conversation and the strange looks. April was loving it... and truth be told, so was I. As we exited the building and headed towards my car, April demanded my car keys. I love my car and never let anyone drive it, but I meekly handed her the keys and after opening and holding her door for her, I went around to the passenger side. As I sat down, I felt the plug push into me. She drove off and I felt every slight bump as the plug sent shivers of ecstasy through me. I wasn't sure where we were heading. I just felt the plug and tried to compose myself. April kept talking dirty to me, making it impossible for me to take my mind off what was happening. "You like that up your ass, don't you Eddy?" she said with a mismischievousin. "That ass belongs to me, and so do your cock and balls. It's all mine, YOU are mine and you will do whatever I tell you. Understood?" "Yes, April," I replied. With that she squeezed my cock hard sending a jolt of pain and asked if I remembered what her name was. I understood exactly. "I mean: yes, Mistress April." Within a couple of minutes, my Mistress pulled the car into the parking lot of an adult bookstore/sex shop. I followed her orders to enter the store with her, sure to open and hold the doors for her. An older, but attractive clerk welcomed us and asked if she could help us. April didn't hesitate. "We're here to pick up a few items for Eddy," she said, aggaggressively pointing her finger at me as if she were pointing me out of a police line-up. The clerk, Heather, nodded with such confidence that it seemed as if she could read Mistress April's mind. Heather lead us first to some leather wear, showing my Goddess some tight leather underwear for me and other items including a leash to wear around my neck and another "that fits around your slave's cock," Heather explained. She then showed Mistress April handcuffs, leather masks and other items. My Mistress was the perfect customer, agreeing to everything Heather showed us by confirming, "Eddy will take it". Heather led us to the sex toys. A couple of women were looking at some of the items in the toy section and giggled when my Mistress loudly proclaimed, "We should buy myself a dildo too since you are completely incapable of satisfying me." I was hot with embarrassment but for some reason enjoyed this public humiliation. "That's probably true Ma'am, " Heather said. "Shall I bebeginy telling you about our dildo selection?" "No," Mistress April said. "Not yet. First Eddy wants a new butt-plug and we'll also buy a strap-on for him." More giggles followed from Heather and the other customers. "Thank you Mistress April," I said in response. This pleased her, I saw, and I was grateful to please her. With Heather's assistance, Mistress chose a blue butt-plug, much bigger than the one I was already "holding". "Think you're loosened up enough for this one, Eddy?" she asked while pushing the plug in further. Heather immediately understood, leading me to believe it not very unusual for customers to use their shopping excursion as part of the sexual activity/fantasy. Heather had probably seen it all. "Which plug does he have in now,?" Heather asked. "Is it one of these we carry?" My mistress pointed to the same small red one on the display and informed Heather that she had bought it at this same store a few weeks ago, knowing it would be "inevitable" that I would displease her and would require punishment. My Mistress' eyes lit up at the strap-on selection and immediately she grabbed one with a seven inch purple dong. I was a source of her amusement and loved every degrading second of it. I couldn't wait to have my ass filled by her new toys. I graphically informed her of this and she was pleased, but corrected me on one point while grabbing my ass with one hand and my cock with the other: "Eddy, I will no longer tolerate you referring to these as yours. This is MY ass and MY cock & balls. Understood?" I nodded and thanked her again. Once more, Heather didn't flinch at any of this. As we took our purchases to the counter to pay for them, my Mistress noticed something else and walked over to get it. She came back with a 18" pink double dong. "Eddy, if you please me, I will reward you by sharing this with you so we can fuck ourselves together." Salivating at the thought, I thanked Mistress April. I opened up my wallet and went for the cash. Mistress April took the $500 and informed me she needed that money for herself. This was not a request, rather I was told matter-of-factly as if I had just been holding on to money that belonged to her in the first place. "Pay for these with your credit card so that there will be official record of your purchases at this store," she instructed. It was further degradation, and I was willing to take whatever she threw my way. I signed the credit card slip and thanked Mistress April and also said thank you to Heather, as I was ordered to so by my Goddess. On the drive home, I reflected on the day's events. I had begun my morning as your typical macho jock, now I was a beaten man, controlled by my girlfriend into doing things I would have been disgusted with 24 hours earlier. On this day, something snapped in my head, like a switch from being in complete control of myself to being a pathetic submissive whose sole mission and goal was to please my Mistress at any cost to my masculinity. It was so sudden a change, it seemed unreal and impossible that this could happen to someone, but regardless of what caused it, I was just grateful it had happened to me. I turned to the beautiful, controlling Goddess driving my $60,000 car with a new-found admiration, love and feeling of worship. "Thank you Mistress April." She's in Charge "Oh, God, please, I can't take anymore!" I begged. I was tied tightly to the four corners of the bed, so escape was no option. My naked body glistened with sweat from her tortuous ministrations, and my chest heaved as I panted in desperation. "Please! I'm begging you! Please!" She knelt next to me on the bed, looking considerably less frayed than I felt. She wore a red latex corset, her breasts looking like they intended to break free at any moment. Her nipples were just out of sight, barely contained by the slick material. The matching skirt was tiny, and her long luscious legs were wrapped in black fishnets. Her pale skin was a sharp contrast to the crimson red and the black netting. Her face, like an angel, was slightly heart happed, her lips red and full. Hair so blond that it was nearly silver cascaded around her like a halo, crashing down her back and around her bare shoulders. My wife looked at me and grinned, my throbbing cock clutched firmly in her unmoving hand, the look in her eyes mischievous. She held a finger against my lips in a shushing motion, never letting go of my swollen member with her other hand. She leaned forward, her hair tickling my chest tantalizingly, and her lips brushed my ear. "Baby," she whispered, her tone filled with lust, "You wanted this. And I'm just getting started." I had created a monster, and I was her plaything. *** We had been together for nearly ten years, Natalie and I, and we were both in our late twenties. Sex had always been a pretty regular thing for us; three or four times a week. Nothing that I would have considered kinky, although I suppose Natalie might disagree. A few toys here and there, some very light spur of the moment bondage. Being a man, in this age, I was of course extremely familiar with porn on the net, in all its flavors and varieties. Somewhere along the line a couple years ago, I developed an interest in bondage. I wasn't sure at the time what it was that drew me to it, but I never expected it to go anywhere beyond fantasy. Sure, she let me tie her up and do a bit of light petting; snap a couple pictures. She didn't really like the feeling of being tied up, so sex was ruled out. After a couple tries, there was such a list of things I wasn't allowed to do with her restrained, that I was kind of losing interest, outside of fantasy. But somewhere along the line, my thinking changed. Maybe she could tie me up. I certainly wasn't nervous about what she would do to me. I trusted her completely. Maybe the reversal of roles could be fun. So I approached her, and mentioned that it might be fun if she was the one on top. "So you want me to tie you up and have sex with you?" She asked. I nodded. "Sure. You can do whatever you want." "Like what?" "I don't know. Tease me or something. Make me pleasure you; make sure you get off before I do. Whatever you want, I guess." I grinned, and jokingly added "Make me your sex slave." She thought about it for a minute. I was getting turned on more and more by the idea, just thinking of the possibilities. I wouldn't exactly say she was shy in bed, but she certainly wasn't the adventurous one; so I was surprised when she at last said "Sure, I could try that." We decided to wait till Saturday, so we would have plenty of time to play. Well, that week was torture, waiting for the weekend to arrive. To make matters worse, she had decided to enact a no sex rule until Saturday. By the time Friday arrived, my mind was anywhere but on my work, and I was out of my mind with impatience. Friday night I barely slept, so excited for the morning. And I think Natalie knew it. All week, even though I was cut off, she kept brushing against me innocently; just a bit of breast here, or a hip there. She seemed to change in front of me more than usual, and she kept calling me in to chat while she bathed, and it always seemed to be at the exact time she was soaping up her breasts or between her legs. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but I caught one or two mirthful smiles throughout the week. She was teasing me! Saturday morning, I awoke with a low moan. Natalie was underneath the sheet, and my cock was in her mouth. I lifted the sheet, and she let it pop out of her mouth. "Good morning," she said with a smile. She immediately went back to sucking on my member, twirling her tongue around the head and slurping away noisily. "Good morning," I answered. "I thought we had some errands to run?" She let my cock slip free again, but her hands were massaging me gently. She was gently fondling my balls with one hand, while her other slowly moved up and down my shaft. "We do," she grinned. Her mouth fell on me again, devouring my head. I groaned. She kept licking and sucking the head while her hands worked over the shaft and balls, and she gradually increased the pace. My balls were just drawing tight against me when she released all contact suddenly. She jumped out of bed, and looked down at me, giggling at my horrified expression. "Well, get out of bed lazybones, we have to get going!" She darted into the bathroom before I could object, and I heard the shower turn on. I glanced down at my dick. It was sticking straight up, quivering slightly. I had been so close to cumming! I couldn't believe she would leave me like this! I gingerly touched myself, and considered finishing myself off. Somehow, it felt like that would be cheating, and I left it alone. I felt incredibly horny, and my balls were a bit achy, but I think I enjoyed the feeling. I got up, and went downstairs to make breakfast. Natalie joined me, and I noticed she kept smiling at me through the meal. At one point, I thought I caught her with her hand between her legs. When I opened my mouth to say something, she arched an eyebrow at me, and I fell silent. She giggled again, and moved to clean up the dishes as I headed up for my shower. We had some shopping to do; time flew by, and dragged slowly at the same time. Natalie kept whispering in my ear, promising an amazing afternoon. She told me how excited she was, and she couldn't wait to tie me down and have her way with me. My cock was throbbing in my pants, and I doubt it had a chance to grow soft all morning. In the car on the way home, she idly reached over, and fondled me through me jeans. By the time we got home and put everything away, I was ready to blow. We rushed upstairs to the bedroom. "Strip," she ordered me. "And lay down on the bed. I need to freshen up." She slipped away into the bathroom. I was naked in about two seconds. I lay down on my back in the center of the bed and waited; my hard cock was stiff as a pole, and I noticed a bead of precum drip free, a sure sign of my excitement. She left me waiting a good ten minutes, but when she returned, the wait was worth it. It seemed my dear wife had done some shopping during the week. "Hello, slave," she said in a husky voice. I didn't think it was possible, but I felt myself grow even harder. She stood tall in a pair of red heels. My gaze took her all in, moving upwards; black fishnets; a short red skirt, just barley long enough to cover her butt cheeks; a matching red latex corset, drawn tight, cupping her bulging breasts. She had put on a bit of makeup, red lipstick and some dark eyeliner. She wore a beaming smile, her blonde hair cascading down around her. In her hand, she held a leather riding crop. "On your knees, slave," she commanded. I rushed to obey, turning so that my rear was facing her. My cock felt heavy dangling between my legs. "Yes, ma'am" I answered with a smile. She pointed at my erection. "You have been naughty, I see. I don't recall giving you permission for that. Can't you control yourself?" "Sorry," I mumbled. "I guess I can't." She grinned. "Well, slave, I guess I will have to punish you." We had never played with spanking before. I had never really thought about it either. But after the first few light taps on my ass, I knew I was a fan. I felt a sticky thread of precum against my leg as my dick waggled back and forth after another blow. She paused in her attack, and reached out to grab my cock. She stroked it slowly, downwards and away from my body as if she were milking me. "So hard," she murmured. "I still did not give you permission for this, slave. Naughty, naughty." She let go, and swatted my ass again, this time hard enough that I flinched. "Hmm, I think you are enjoying this a bit too much." Five or six quick hard strikes on my cheeks actually made me gasp out loud. "Do you like getting spanked, slave?" "I guess so," I murmured. She struck again, landing a solid blow that really hurt, and I cried out. "What kind of answer is that, slave?" She said sternly, her dominating tone turning me on. "I said, do you like getting spanked, slave?" "Yes, ma'am!" I cried out as she struck again, a little lighter this time. I heard her giggling behind me. "Get on your back," she ordered, and I scrambled to obey. She set the crop down next to me, and moved to one corner of the bed. She produced some rope, and proceeded to tie my wrist to the corner of the bed. She moved around me, and repeated the procedure for all my limbs, until I was sure I could not escape even if I wanted to. She settled herself on the bed next to me, and smiled down at me. "That's better, slave. Now you are mine." She reached over and grabbed the lube from the night stand. She opened it, and poured a generous amount onto my cock and balls. She took my cock in hand, and started slowly stroking it, from base to tip, up and down. It felt wonderful. All my nerves were firing, and I could feel the pleasure rush through my whole body. She increased the pace a bit. "You like it when I tease you, don't you slave?" She asked. I nodded, my eyes closed as I let the feelings envelop me. She let go with a giggle, and my eyes shot open as I felt her move about on the bed. "Mmmm," she purred. "I know I love teasing you. It gets me hot, makes me wet." She unzipped her skirt, and tossed it aside. She positioned herself between my legs, sitting with her legs spread so I could see her beautiful shaved pussy, glistening with moisture; her legs, she draped over mine, and she sat back leaning on her elbow. "I'm afraid I can't wait for you," she smiled. "And I don't think I can help myself any longer." She touched herself, rubbing a hand over her pussy slowly, and a sigh escaped her lips. I groaned, staring at her most intimate place, as if willing it to come closer. She closed her eyes, and let her hand explore her nethers. Her palm was rubbing her clit in circular motions, while her fingers danced a little lower. Her aroma was intoxicating, and I wanted nothing more at that moment than to be able to dive right in, but my bindings prevented it. She curled one finger, and pushed it in slowly, moaning as she did. I whimpered a bit in response. I wanted her SO bad. Another finger slipped in, and she began moving them in and out steadily, her palm still keeping pressure on her button. She was moaning with each thrust, her cries growing a little higher. Her hips moved upwards to meet her fingers, and her pace gradually increased. When her orgasm hit, she suddenly went quiet; her back arched, her fingers now plunging in and out furiously. Small splashes of her cum rained down on the sheet, and her motions made slurpy squishy noises that were driving me mad. At last she cried out, and her legs clamped together with her hand trapped between. I thought I might cry. She stayed still for long moments, and then let her legs fall open again. She nudged my aching balls with her foot, and grinned at me, her face flushed from her orgasm. "Awww, poor baby needs some attention too." I nodded, and made a sound somewhere between a grunt and a groan, in agreement. She pressed my balls against me with her foot, not hard enough to cause discomfort, and I moaned. She pushed my cock so it lay against my belly, and rubbed her foot up and down its length. I wasn't overly fond of feet, and was miles away from any kind of foot fetish, but the feeling against my cock was heavenly. I let me head fall back and moaned as she fondled me with her toes. As suddenly as she started, she stopped again. She sat forward, and took me in her hands; one hand gently held my balls, gently squeezing; the other hand firmly took my cock, and she started stroking faster and faster. "I bet you're ready to cum, slave," she commented, and I groaned in response. She switched tactics, her hand cupping the head of my penis; it danced on my most sensitive organ, gently grinding, slipping around in the lube. She took her other hand from my balls, and began stroking, even as her other continued to massage my head. My orgasm rushed towards me like a truck, and she let go with a laugh. "No!" I cried out, my hips rising rapidly, thrusting my cock uselessly into the air, desperate for that final contact that would push me over the edge. And Natalie laughed at me. "Aww, slave, you look so cute when you're desperate. But I'm still not done. You can cum when I'm good and ready, and not before!" She crawled up the bed, careful to avoid my cock. Her breasts dragged along my body as she went, and I felt like screaming in desperation. When she reached my face, she leaned down and kissed me deeply. I moaned into her mouth as hers attacked mine with wild passion. Our tongues entangled, and she nibbled at my lips almost hard enough to hurt. The whole time, I was painfully aware of her breasts pressed against my chest, still trapped in their latex confines. She pulled away; "That was nice." She stood up next to the bed, and started walking slowly around me. Her hand trailed across my body, over my chest, down my stomach. Her fingernails scratched at me lightly. She squeezed one of my nipples hard enough to make me wince. When she had travelled all the way around, she climbed back onto the bed, next to my head. She stood above me, her feet to either side of my head, swaying slowly side to side, her pussy waving above me tantalizing. I groaned, knowing there was no way I could reach it. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees over my face. I felt like cheering. If I pulled on my bonds and stuck my neck out as far as I could, my tongue could just reach her pussy. I licked it tentatively, and she sighed in appreciation. Slowly, she lowered herself until she was sitting on my face. "You know what to do," she ordered, though I could barely hear her with my head between her wonderful thighs. Her pussy pressed against me, and she started to grind against me. I stuck out my tongue, and let her ride me. Above, I heard her cries, louder than last time. She fucked my face frantically, my tongue was going numb and my jaw hurt, but I wouldn't give it up for anything. Her thighs abruptly clamped tight on my face, and her pussy slammed down on me hard, cutting off all light, sound, and air. I felt as much as heard her orgasm for the second time, her cries much louder than last time. I felt like I was drowning in her fluids, and I lapped away at as much as I could get, loving the sweet flavor. Eventually, she flopped forward, her pussy leaving my face a sopping mess. She leaned over me, giving me a fantastic view of her glowing pussy and tight puckered asshole. She reached out, and I moaned as she again stroked my cock. Slowly, agonizing slowly, she moved her hand up and down me. The head of my cock was throbbing as if it had a heartbeat of its own. She let go, and slithered down my body. She rose up on her knees, and lifted her leg; she was positioning herself over my desperate cock. "pleasepleasepleaseplease" I begged nearly incoherently. She looked back at me over her shoulder, and threw me a knowing smile. She lowered herself onto me. My head penetrated her, just an inch or so, and she pulled off again! "Noooo!" I cried. "Does the slave want to feel my pussy?" She asked with a smile in her tone. "God yeeeeeeeess!" I moaned. Again, she let the head slip in, and I raised my hips trying to push it in further. She pulled away again, and I thought I would die. "Don't move slave, or no pussy for you!" I whimpered, but she lowered herself back onto my cocks head. She stopped, holding it just inside her. I stayed perfectly still; afraid she would pull away again. I felt my thighs twitching, my body shaking, and I knew she felt it too when she laughed. Suddenly, she slammed down onto me; my cock thrust up into her, our crotches slamming together. I cried out with pure pleasure, perhaps the greatest I had ever felt, as at last I felt my cock embraced in that hot, wet tunnel, gripped tightly. Slowly at first, she started to grind against me, leaning forward so I could still see her ass. My cock moved inside her slowly, and I started to shake my head frantically side to side. It was almost more pleasure than I could stand; after all the teasing, my cock felt more sensitive than it had ever been before. Each movement of her hips caused such intense pleasure it felt only a short step away from plain. I felt my orgasm coming, slowly, building. It seemed to start in my fingers and toes, moving down my limbs towards my body; when it reached my cock, I knew I would explode like never before. Time seemed to slow down at its approach. I wanted to cum like I had never wanted anything before. And... It... Was... Coming.... She jumped off of me, and I screamed in horror. "So close!" I cried. One more second and I would have cum! One more damn second! Oh god, my balls were throbbing, and I could feel cum boiling around at the base of my penis, ready to make that last journey up the shaft. I actually thought I might cry, and Natalie's laughing as she stood next to me did not help. "Oh, God, please, I can't take anymore!" I begged. I was still tied tightly to the four corners of the bed, so escape was no option. My naked body glistened with sweat from her tortuous ministrations, and my chest heaved as I panted in desperation. "Please! I'm begging you! Please!" She knelt next to me on the bed, looking considerably less frayed than I felt. My wife looked at me and grinned, my throbbing cock clutched firmly in her unmoving hand, the look in her eyes mischievous. She held a finger against my lips in a shushing motion, never letting go of my swollen member with her other hand. She leaned forward, her hair tickling my chest tantalizingly, and her lips brushed my ear. "Baby," she whispered, her tone filled with lust, "You wanted this. And I'm just getting started." "Please," I whimpered. "Please." She smiled again. She let go of my cock, and took hold of her corset. She pulled down, and her breasts popped free. Her nipples were hard, and she squeezed them lightly with her fingers. She hefted her breasts, cradled them; caressed them. She leaned forward, and let them hang over my face. I watched them bob and sway above me like I was in trance. She lowered them, crushing them into my face. I kissed them frantically, desperate. I thought I might be losing my mind. "Poor baby," she whispered. "I thought you loved being teased by me?" I didn't answer. I did love being teased. But I needed to come so bad. The feeling had me confused and unable to think straight, let alone speak. I whimpered again instead. "You made me feel so good slave, and I am so hot seeing you like this. Do you think you deserve to cum, now, baby?" All I could see were her breasts, as she swished them back and forth over my face. "Please." Barely a whisper. I could not muster anything else. A hand on my cock. I could not even hope anymore. I was sure it was another tease, more torture. She said she was just getting started. I let the feeling of pleasure take me as the hand began to move, slowly, not trying to guess when it would stop. It squeezed tightly, and I squirmed beneath her. Her hand moved again, a little faster. Already, I could again feel my orgasm approaching. She moved her hand faster, and my hips lifted off the bed. I felt my balls drawing tight, and tightly closed my eyes, waiting for her to stop. She didn't. She increased her pace again, and whispered, "Cum for me, baby". She's in Charge "OH MY GOD IM CUMMING!" I screamed, feeling my orgasm at last smash into me. She kept stroking, even faster, and my cum exploded from me like a fire hose. I felt my cum splatter over my chest, hit my chin, my shoulder; Natalie gasped in surprise at the quantity and force of my ejaculation. She kept rubbing, and I kept cuming. I barely noticed that I was thrashing desperately in my bonds, and only some distant part of me was aware enough to hope I didn't accidently throw her from the bed. Eventually, the spurting stopped, and I settled back into the bed, twitching occasionally as Natalie slowed her hands, and gradually stopped. My balls felt like deflated beach balls, and my cock had fallen into a coma. My eyes closed, and I felt sleep not far off. "That was fun," Natalie commented. "Again next weekend?" I groaned. But I also felt my cock twitch slightly at the thought.