“Yes, Master,” I said, moments before the plump head of his dick glided over my lips.
His fingers buried in my hair and he cradled my head, using it to swing me back and forth in a slow tempo at first. It was such a strange sensation, swaying like that, suspended in the air, as his slippery shaft buried itself deep between my lips then slipped out. I used my tongue, swirling it over the smooth sides of his cock when it dipped deep into my mouth. When his penis tickled the back of my throat, I swallowed and he groaned out his enjoyment. I sucked hard, trying to hold him inside, but he tugged back, denying me the lingering taste of him. It was maddening not being able to touch his glistening skin, his rippling muscles. I wanted to fondle his smooth, lightly haired scrotum, wanted to knead the bulging curves in his strong legs. My hands wriggled and twisted in their bonds in frustration.
His face fucking grew rapid, and I responded with enthusiasm. But when I moaned around his slick length, he pulled out, wagged a finger at me. “Bad girl,” he said. “I don’t remember giving you permission.”
I took a deep breath, grit my teeth. “Sorry, Master.”
He made me wait another five minutes before the taste of him returned to my mouth. I sucked his with abandoned delight, taking in the sweet, clean taste of his dick, paying attention to the satiny texture of the skin covering his hardness. It slipped delightfully over the rigid muscle beneath, and he soon let out a growl-groan, lost in his own bliss. I managed to glance up, only to find him watching me with eyes that became jewels from the vivid shine of want.
I swung faster and faster as I gobbled his cock, and I almost giggled in glee from the joyous sensation of sailing back and forth in my bonds while I pleasured him. I found an odd freedom in my swinging restraints. The coils creaked as I moved faster. The knots pressed deep then released, sending pulses of sensation and relaxation through my skin.
Soon he pulled his still raging erection from my lips and said, “Now, it’s my turn.”
He drifted away, and as he did so I felt his warm, wide palms skim between my shoulder blades. From my peripheral, I saw him bend and pick up a length of cord he hasn’t used in his sculpture. He came back to me, and this silky, rough coil slithered down my spine. It’s coarse tip danced over my ass cheeks, creating complex whorls on my tender skin. Then he trailed the rope between my legs, and he pressed the braided material against my clit, rubbing it gently with this scratchy smooth texture. My brain almost overloaded, and I suck my bottom lip far into my mouth to keep from crying out in bliss.
“Do you like that, Mistress?” His words were guttural and dominant.
“Y-yes,” I managed.
“Good. Very good.” Now the tip of the rope flit rapidly over my swollen, aching nub. “I can tell by the way you grow tense in your tethers.”
I clenched my teeth so tight they squeaked as they ground together. He tickled between my seeping pussy lips with the coil, then tucked the length inside my quivering cunt. He left the strand within my vagina, returning to the hanging cords to grasp another before moving back behind me. I breathed hard and fast now, struggling to hold back the shrieks of release.
His new rope he used to tease my ass crack. He tickled up and down its length, then he thoroughly licked my anus, lubing it up so he could insert this braid into my anal canal. When his tongue touched my asshole, I squeezed my eyes shut so tight that tears squeezed from the corners.
He came around front and commanded I open my eyes. Then he cupped my chin and looked deep into them, bending over so our gazes were level. “You’ve been a very good Mistress. Are you ready to come?”
“Yes.” I gasped and writhed. “Oh, yes, please, Master. Please let me come, and make it hard.”
His eyebrow drew together over his nose, and his lips curled in a lecherous expression. “Oh, I definitely will.”
He walked behind me with the stealth of a panther. I moaned as his fingers dug into my ass cheeks, massaging and then yanking me closer to his cock. My pussy trembled as it waited for his plump cock. I gasped and threw my head back when its slippery length plunged into my cunt. Its thickness pushed the scratchy rope farther in, made it rub my cunt walls with extra friction that quickly drove me to a ecstatic precipice. The contrast between his silken cock and the braided texture of the coils made my stomach tighten. My cunt gripped him and the rope with ferocious strength. I concentrated on the dichotomy between these sensations, focused on the ridge of his cock and the ridges in the cord stroking every inch of my vagina, bringing my g-spot close to a delicious, dizzying apex.
“Ahhh, Master…Please fuck me harder, faster.”
He gave a chuckle that was part enthusiastic snarl. “Oh, how I enjoy my naughty Mistress. You’ll get the fucking you deserve.”
And then he really put his back into it. The rope became a writhing snake in my pussy. His cock was a steel rod wrapped in satin, pounding away without mercy. I soon squealed loud and long, my every limb going taut then shaking uncontrollably as I came hard. I could feel my juices squeezing from within me, dripping down my thighs.
“Yes,” he said, as he drove his cock into me to the root. “Yes, grip me tight. That’s it.” It twitched once, twice, inside of me, then warm liquid spilled through me as he came. “Soooo gooood.”
After he pulled out, I gasped hard, trying to gather senses and breath. He walked in front of me, limp but still impressive cock now gleaming with my release and his. Once more he cupped my chin, and this time he planted a lusty kiss to my lips. When he broke the kiss, he said, “You’ve been excellent tonight, Mistress. I can’t wait to take you to the Surrender Sanctuary this weekend.”
***
Surrender To His Desires
I woke up in a massive bed, sliding over silk sheets, while large fingers teased my nipples to stiff peaks. Surprisingly, after our rope play the previous evening, my wrists and ankles bore no marks or burns. I felt a little stiff from our ardent game, where Dmitri made me into a living sculpture by intricately weaving knots all over my body. But the memory of swaying freely inside the hemp swing while we had passionate sex made my minor muscle aches worth it.
“We have to be at work soon,” I murmured, after peeling open one eye to glance at the clock. Although we did have plenty of time. His first patient came in at ten, and it was seven now.
The advantage of being your own boss,” he said, then paused to flick his tongue over my other nipple, teasing it to attention also. “Is you can be late and no one reprimands you.”
He lavished more attention on my breasts, but this time he used gentle strokes. There was passion, of course, but it was of a tender nature this morning. Fingers replaced his tongue, and he tweaked and rolled the now throbbing tips until my breath grew shallow and labored. The sensation woke a fire between my legs, making my clit pulse as it yearned to be touched.
“Are we going to play then?” I looked down at him, watching as he took the nipple between his teeth this time, pulling until my breast rose up from my chest. The sharp sting of his bite was not unpleasant. I gasped when he rapidly flit his tongue back and forth over the hard peak.
“Let’s just keep this session unofficial. An off the clock quickie.” He smiled up at me before feathering tender kisses down my torso. Then he drew up on his knees and began stroking the length of my damp slit, lightly rubbing my clit, while he watched my face for reaction. “Only I should warn you, a quickie is rarely that quick with me.”
My cheeks burned from his smoldering gaze. A lump of anticipation formed in my throat, and I swallowed it down before I naively asked, “Why’s that?”
His glimmering eyes reminded me of a keen cat who’d caught a mouse. I was that mouse, writhing under his control. “Because pleasing my lover is as important to me as pleasing myself. I find it just as erotic to watch a woman come as I do receiving pleasure. You must get off before I do.”
I was learning this new job had far more benefits than I’d first realized.
The wet tip of his tongue dipped in
to my belly button, swirling circles before his mouth moved lower. When he reached my clit, he drew back the hood and blew on the exposed bundle of sensitive flesh, but he denied me his fingers and mouth still.
“Ahhhhh.” I let out this frustrated cry as I arched my hips up, seeking out his lips.
His laugh rumbled up from deep in his chest. “Not yet, sweet Charlotte. This may not be unofficial playtime, but I still plan to torture you first. You see if I take you to the top, but make you wait to go over, when you do come, it’s all the more intense.”
I blushed until my ears grew hot. But I doused my embarrassment and focused on enjoying his touch, his dirty talk, instead. Combined, they drove my senses wild and made it difficult to grasp any coherent thought.
He urged my legs wider apart, then he peeled open my glistening pussy lips. His fingers explored my inner labia thoroughly, until I bit my lips and whimpered. Next he took his time stroking my outer labia, before he slickened his fingers with my juices once more and began exploring my vagina and rectum. But still he only teased these quivering holes, never burying his fingers long enough to give me the full pleasure I craved. I undulated atop the mattress in my frustration, until I begged, “Please.”
“Please what?” Even now, sex was a game for Dmitri. One which he was very skilled at, and he always emerged the winner.
“Please…touch me.” I pressed my vagina closer to his mouth once more.
“Touch you where?” His voice was gravel deep with lust now. “Touch you how? Tell me, Charlotte. Say it.”
“Lick my pussy,” I whimpered. “Fuck me with your fingers. Ohhh, please, make me come.”
“That’s better. I like your naughty mouth.”
Still he tormented me by slowly licking my outer then inner labia. He poked his tongue in and out my seeping hole, but he avoided my swelling clit until I cried out once more.
“Tell me how to please you. Tell me what you like.”
He drove me mad, and the frustration mounted until my eyes rolled back into my head. Gone were any traces of inhibition, of shame, as I moaned, “Suck my clit.”
His tongue made a languid sweep over the pulsing bud. I gripped the silk sheets in tight fists as my ass lifted from the mattress. My cunt was greedy, thrumming with need, and it desperately wanted to be as close to his lips as possible. Next he pushed the velvety hood back again before he molded his mouth to my clit, sucking it hard, rolling his tongue over it. I bucked and thrashed like a frantic colt resisting its rider.
“What next?” His whisper was practically a passionate growl as he removed the bliss singing through my loins. “Would you like more teeth? More tongue? Tell me how to make you come.”
“Use your teeth.” I panted. “And your tongue. Slip your fingers inside of me.”
He took my exposed clit between his teeth and tugged, shaking it back and forth as he did so. Violent stimuli erupted in my groin, sending a shockwave of ecstasy up my pelvis and down my legs. When his fingers plunged into my pussy, he marveled at how wet I was. My cunt walls gripped him hungrily, urging his touch deeper still. He tickled my g-spot to flaming life with curled, skilled fingers, and I soon thrust my hips uncontrollably as the climax mounted. I let out a shrill scream as an intense orgasm rocketed through me. When it was over, I lay on the bed breathing shallow, legs trembling, while the amazing release made my vagina still pulse like a heartbeat.
He moved away from me, but before he could leave the bed I placed my hands against his chest and pushed him to the pile of pillows. “Wait, let me suck your cock. Let me return what you’ve given.” My boldness surprised me.
His sexy grin sent a thrill through me. “So you have a dominant side as well. We’ll have to explore this further in the future. For now…” He swept a finger down my cheek. “Just a taste.”
I tried to watch him as I kissed a trail down his smooth, golden stomach. But sometimes the intensity of his hot gaze was just too much, and I had to look away to focus on my sensual ministrations.
I teased him as he had teased me, taking tiny licks of the sweet skin below his navel. I kissed a circle around his meaty, erect cock, then I pressed my tongue into his velvety scrotum, sweeping it back and forth until he growled and yanked at my hair, urging my lips to his glans.
“What would you like?” I whispered, trying to play some turnabout.
His groan sounded like that of a lusty beast. “Suck my cock now. Suck it hard, use your tongue, lick my head, make me cum.”
I lingered at his glans, taking my time wrapping my lips around his purple, swollen head. I explored every inch of the ridge beneath with my tongue. His hand fisted in my hair, and he pulled at my curls until it hurt, but not terribly. Next I flit my tongue over his hole, and his pre-cum flowed faster from the slick opening. I lapped it up like a cat enjoying a bowl of cream.
“Give me your mouth,” he demanded, pushing on the back of my head. “Give me all of it.”
As I slithered down his cock, I swept my tongue back and forth over his smooth shaft, loving the feel of rigid muscle beneath smooth, slippery flesh. His penis had a wonderful curve in it that made it perfect for finding the g-spot. Over the brief time I’d spent in this new job, Dmitri had taught me a lot about sex. The proper names for genitals and erogenous zones, plus the naughty ones he liked to use. I certainly enjoyed the dirty talk too.
I massaged his sac while I held him deep in my mouth. He was large, and it took some skill to keep him there, but I had been working on ways to keep his full length down my throat. While his glans touched the back of my throat, I swallowed and sucked hard. He moaned, sounding like a bear, while his fingers clenched and released around the fistful of hair he held.
I sped up my pace, slipping my mouth up and down his erection quickly while I maintained fierce suction. He answered by thrusting deep and rapid, and soon he face fucked me so ardently I had to struggle to control my gag reflex. Soon I felt his warm, sticky seed shoot down my throat as his glans thumped the back of my mouth.
“Ah, my dear,” he said, as we lay in each other arms, catching our breath. “You are a natural. I know the crowd at Sanctuary will be impressed by your skill.”
My heart fluttered with a combination of fear and excitement at his words. Curiosity over this Surrender Sanctuary, and the crowd he mentioned, gnawed at me, but I left my questions unasked as we headed downstairs for breakfast.
***
I entered Dmitri’s roster of new patients into the database just as Mildred entered the office. She flashed me a dazzling smile and pointed to his closed door. “Is he still in session?”
I nodded. “He should be finishing up any moment now.”
She pulled a chair from the waiting area closer to my desk. “Great. Gives me a chance to catch up with you.”
Mildred was a blonde bombshell with a brain as dazzling as her beauty. Over the course of my employment with Dmitri, she and I had become good friends. She, like Dmitri, was a therapist. Abnormal psychology was her specialty, and she occupied the office right next to this one. Mildred and Dmitri often conferred on patients.
She crossed her black stocking clad legs, tugged down the hem of her short red skirt, then tented her red lacquered fingernails, tucking them beneath her chin before she asked: “How’s the new job going?”
Shocked, my gaze flew to her face, and the patients’ records were completely forgotten. “You know about that?”
She gave me an impish smirk, blew a strand of thick, lustrous blonde hair from her pale blue eyes. “Sweetie, he asked for my opinion before he offered you the position. No pun intended.”
Part of me wanted to feel angry, and part of me did. But I couldn’t seem to hold onto that sense of betrayal. Maybe it was because Dmitri treated me so well. Maybe it was because Mildred had never been less than kind to me. Could they really have been scheming against me all this time. Was that the reason for their friendly demeanors? Confusing emotions swirled to the surface of my thoughts, and I tried to quelled the hurrica
ne of contradictory feeling. Mildred was my only real female confidant, other than Dad’s friend Lucy. I didn’t want to fight with her, but I could use an ear at that moment.
“How do you…” I sighed, bit my lip, looked from her sculpted oval face, then looked back. “Do you think I’m doing the right thing, Millie?” She preferred this nickname to her given moniker.
Her tweezed brows furrowed. “What do you mean, sweetie?”
“Well…” My fingers fidgeted in the lap of my dress pants. “I don’t know… I always thought, before this, I was a moderate feminist, you know? Now, well, now I feel like I’ve betrayed that part of me almost.”
She looked closely at me, then her thin fingers stroked her slightly pointed chin. “Let me ask you this, Charlotte: Do you feel you’re doing this on your own terms?”
I thought about this, shrugged. “I-I guess so.”
“Did Dmitri coerce you in any way? Was he dishonest about the contract, the job, and what it would entail? Do you feel subjugated?”
I shook my head. “No I don’t feel subjugated, and he didn’t really coerce me. He was pretty upfront about everything, and did offer me an alternative if I couldn’t go through with it, so I could keep the extra income and keep Dad in the new place.”
Her smile returned. “If you feel you’re doing this on your own terms, then I don’t think you’re a traitor to feminism, hon.”
“But doesn’t this job go against feminist ideals? I mean, I’m a sex worker, right?” I thought of women who’d argued that sex was always on a man’s terms, and men always tried to get it from women to satisfy their needs, rather than finding out what a woman wanted. Dmitri didn’t do that with me, though. Other than Doug, he was the only man I could ever honestly discuss sex with, and the only man who’d cared about my pleasure equally.
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