Sure. What time?
I’ve got to go back to class. Call Brian, make the arrangements, and let me know.
I smile. Now the submissive is taking care of the arrangements. Sounds good to me. Will do.
Thanks, babe.
You’re welcome, beautiful―thank you.
I go back to my work with a different attitude and a smile on my face. I’ll see her again tonight. That’s all that matters to me.
When I call Brian at two thirty, he looks at the schedule online and clears the same room as before for us. I text her back, but she doesn’t reply, so I have to believe she sees it and she’s just busy.
I pull up at the back of the club at ten before eight and her car is there, but when I step into the room, she’s not there. No way will I go out front and look for her―Boone and Melina very well might be out there―so I just wait and send a text to let her know I’m there, then dress out while I wait. I’ve just pulled my black silk boxers on when she opens the door. “Whew! Your brother trapped me and had quite a conversation with me. I see you haven’t told him.”
“I can’t.”
“Oh, right, right. I forgot. Well, don’t you look sexy,” she purrs and pinches one of my nipples. “Presentation pose. Right now.” I drop and wait while she goes into the bathroom of the little room. When she comes back, my eyes are still downcast. “Submissive, look up at your mistress.”
She’s wearing red satin and I swear, my dick almost melts―a corset, thong, garter belt, stilettos, and carrying a red leather flogger. “Mistress, you look stunning.”
“Thank you. I’m not a big boxer fan, but those are really cute on you. So what am I going to do with you tonight?”
“Whatever you please, mistress,” I answer, my voice almost breaking.
“Right answer. So I really like bondage, and I think that’s what I want to do. Come and sit in this chair.” I move to it as gracefully as I can and take a seat. “Hands behind the chair,” she says in a no-nonsense tone. Something fastens around my wrists and she moves to my ankles. Once they’re secured to the chair legs, I get a big surprise. “Open wide,” she says and shoves a ball gag in my mouth. As she buckles it behind my head, she says, “If you need to safeword, flap your elbows and I’ll stop. Got it?” I just nod. This makes me extremely uncomfortable, and not in the physical sense either. It really scares me. “You’re not getting a blindfold tonight. I want you to be able to see everything I’m doing.” My heart starts to hammer with those words. Why does that frighten me so much?
Walking away from me, she gets a chance to display that beautiful ass, and it really is amazing. When she comes back, she has a bag full of wooden spring-loaded clothespins. Something runs through me, a frisson of fear, but it’s accompanied by arousal the likes of which I’ve never known, and my cock goes hard instantly. “Well, I’m getting quite the response with these, huh?” she says with a laugh.
Her first chore is to put one on each of my nipples. They hurt, but not as badly as I thought they might. Then she starts in on my ball sack. JesusMaryandJoseph, that hurts like a sumbitch. After that?
She starts placing them up the underside of my dick. Holy hell, that hurts like a motherfucker, and I’m not one to say motherfucker, so it’s probably good that I’ve got this ball gag in my mouth. But I make up my mind that I’m not going to flap my arms. No. I’m going to take it and see where it goes, no matter how much it hurts. When she’s finished, I count eight up my cock, six on my balls, and the two on my nipples. Oh, god. The longer they’re on there, the worse they hurt.
I can’t imagine what she’s going to do next when she says, “Stand up.” She has to help me because my hands are bound behind the chair, but I manage. I hear her rustling around and when she comes back, she says, “Bend over.” That’s hard to do without falling on my face, but I manage. “Now hold still.”
I know what that cold, wet feeling means, and there’s pressure against my asshole. It starts to burn and I make some kind of sound because she says, “Quiet. And strain like you’re pushing something out.” Even so, it hurts. It really, really hurts. I feel a snapping sensation, more pressure, and another snapping sensation before the feeling of fullness takes over. Oh, god, this isn’t so pleasant. “Sit back down,” she orders, and I wonder if I do, will this thing be forced farther up me? Is this dangerous? There’s something else under me, but I can’t tell what it is.
She leaves me sitting there and goes back to the cabinet, and she comes back with what looks like a small vibrator. Once she turns it on, she smiles. “Oh, this is gonna be so good.” I feel her reaching around behind me, and I almost scream.
The thing in my ass has a vibrator in it, and I wasn’t expecting that. It’s also doing some kind of wiggling, and that’s weird and crazy. Every so often it moves in such a way that it hits something in there and my dick stiffens a little. With each stiffening, the clothes pins pinch even more, and the pain increases. “Here we go,” she says and smiles.
She trails the vibrator in her hand up and down the top side of my shaft and I think I’ll lose my mind. My cock is swelling, getting harder and harder, and the skin is tightening, which makes the clothespins even more painful. She occasionally reaches up and twists one of the pins on my nipples, and bolts of energy shoot straight to my dick, stiffening it even more. It’s so hard that I really believe if I came right now, I’d shoot pure blood out the tip. That’s how badly it aches.
Just when I think it can’t get any worse, she slips her free hand under my balls and starts to roll them. Through the skin they bang across the ends of the clothespins and I want to scream, but I don’t dare. God, the pain is intense. It’s unreal. It’s …
Amazing. Oh, god, it’s so fucking amazing. I’m so hard that I’d like to cry, but I really, really want to come. Badly. With the haze from the pain clouding my vision, it’s a minute or two before I realize she’s pulled her tits out of the top of her corset and she’s fondling her own nipples instead of my balls. I’m watching and panting, and when I roll my eyes away, she barks, “Submissive! Watch me play with my nipples! Wouldn’t they feel good in your mouth right now?” I nod enthusiastically. “You want to come, don’t you?” That gets even more enthusiastic nodding. “Don’t. I don’t want you to come yet. I want to keep teasing you. I think you like the pain, am I right?” I nod again and moan. “Uh-huh. Just as I thought. Oh, I love knowing I’ve got that vibrating plug up your ass, revolving around and hitting your P-spot. Look how hard you are, how big you are! Mmmm, I want that thing in me in just a few minutes, but right now, look at it, submissive. Look at those clothespins. I love the way they look, don’t you?” I nod again. “This is the kind of play I like,” she says as she pulls the thong to one side and shows me her slit. She’s so wet she’s dripping, and I remember how she tastes. That memory makes my cock harden even more. Oh, god, I hurt, but I want to. I truly want to.
I’m falling into the pain but I’m getting a little weary when she finally says, “Okay, I think you’re ready.” Suddenly, she cranks up the speed on the vibrator in her hand, and then I feel the one in my ass pick up the pace. “Come for me, submissive. I want you to shoot off a load that’ll make me want you to fuck me. I need to see how thick and white it is. Come on, hard boy. Let’s see that cum you’ve got for your mistress.” The strokes she’s making up and down my shaft with that vibrator are speeding up and I can barely hang on, but I know when I come, it’s going to hurt like hell.
And it does. It takes everything I have not to scream as a thick, pearly white stream shoots from the tip of my dick and out onto the floor. “Oh, my. Look at that. Mmmm.” She turns off the vibrator in her hand, the one in my ass still whipping around, and kneels in front of me. Her lips graze the crown of my manhood as she starts to take the clothespins off, and they hurt worse coming off than they did while they were on. As she takes off each one, she takes me a little deeper, and I don’t get soft. I stay hard, very hard, too hard.
When they’re all off, she straddles
me and lets herself down on my hardness. Oh, god, it feels so good, and that thing in my ass is rubbing all the right spots. “Yeah, little submissive, your mistress wants to fuck you. Oh, you’re so hard, baby. I know you’ve got some more cum for me. Let’s get it out of there. Let mistress milk it right out of your sweet balls, lovely.” She grabs the clothespins on my nipples and twists, and I scream a little behind the gag. “Hurts, doesn’t it, baby? Mmm-hmmmm. You like it, don’t you?” I nod again. My body is yielding to her wants and desires, and I feel like a puppet. My balls, my cock, my nipples, my mouth, my ass, everything belongs to her and she uses it all. She’s riding me, up and down, up and down, and then she leans in toward my ear and whispers, “I feel like I’m stealing your innocence, like I’m turning you into a tawdry man-slut, and I love it. Your cock belongs to me, and I’m going to use it until you can’t live without fucking me.”
That’s it. That’s all it takes. Those things, those dirty, nasty things she says to me, they set me off, my hips bucking against her, and she laughs as she squeezes around me. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Let it go and fill your mistress.” She just keeps riding me and riding me, my cock still hard, wanting more of her, needing more of her.
But in a couple of minutes, I feel her convulse against me and her pussy clamps down hard. It’s like every rubber band in the universe has been wound around my manhood and I gasp behind the gag. Seconds later, she pulls back and grins at me. “Oh, wow. That was good.” Her hands grab the clothespins on my nipples, pull out, twist, and then let them snap back. “I should take those off, I suppose.” When she does, I shriek behind the gag because they hurt so badly.
She dismounts from my softening cock and takes out the ball gag. Everything inside me is spent. I think it all came out the slit in my dick and I’m empty as a gourd. Struggling for breath, I watch as she unties my ankles, then feel her undo the cuffs on my wrist. Lastly, she removes the ball gag. “Stand up, bend over, and grab your ankles.” When I do, she turns off the thing in my ass and I feel her wiggle it and pull it out. “Nice and wide. I can’t wait to use a strap-on with you. I’ll fuck that little asshole raw.” She sits me back down, bends over with her hands on my thighs, and looks down into my face. One quick kiss and she pulls back and grins. “What should I do with you now?”
My brain is reeling, but I want so badly to please her that I’ll do anything she asks. “Mistress, please, may I eat your pussy? Please?”
Her eyes fly open wide and she smiles. “You absolutely may. I think I’d enjoy that.”
I drop to my knees on the floor, pull her to me with my hands wrapped around her hips, and bury my face in her slit. God, she tastes so good … tastes of me … tastes of her. She’s salty and sweet and wet, and I can’t help but rub my face in her juices. My lips, my chin, the tip of my nose, they’re coated with her sweetness, and if I could roll around in it, I would. Her clit is engorged and huge, and it gets harder and harder the longer I work it. And I do work it, back and forth, up and down, sucking and tugging too. I must be doing a good job because she’s making enough noise for the both of us.
This has got to be the orgasm of all orgasms, I tell myself. This is my chance to prove to her I can do for her what nobody else can. Shit. Who am I kidding? What I know could fit in a thimble. I don’t know enough about women’s bodies to know what I’m doing. How am I this old and this stupid? Self-deprecation is my specialty, and I’m really good at it. If I get a chance, I kick my own ass, and I do a better job of it than others could ever do. And here I’m thinking about how lousy I am while my face is buried in a woman’s folds and I should be paying attention to her. Fuck my life.
I’m pulled from my inner thoughts by her hand clutching my hair and pulling, and it almost lifts me off the floor, but I manage to stay put. “Oh, shit, Brandt, that’s soooo good. Yeah, babe. Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah,” she groans out and almost doubles over. Her hands land on my shoulders and she braces herself there while I keep going, not knowing how long I should do this or how intense it should be. “Oh. Oh, god, submissive, stop. Please, stop.” I don’t get a chance to ask her anything before she says, “On the bed. Now.”
There’s no time to even catch my breath before she climbs aboard and starts to ride me. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. No two ways about it. I trail my hands up her corset, find the hooks, and snap them apart. Those nipples are calling to my fingers, and I can’t help but tweak and pull them, plus I have the distinct pleasure of hearing her moan. “God, you’re so damn beautiful, babe,” I whisper up to her, and the look she gives me tells me she wants me―no, craves me.
“Can you stroke me while I’m doing this?”
“Yes, mistress.” My fingers go to work again, one hand attending to her clit, the other to first one nipple and then the other. She’s been rising and falling very quickly, but she slows down and changes tactics, and it occurs to me that she’s putting on a show―for me. Her body is limber and muscular, and her skin is smooth as satin and flawless. I always thought Mona was a beautiful woman, but this angel, she’s perfection.
I can tell she’s getting close to her nirvana, and I’m getting close to mine too, but what I want most is to watch her. Over and over I’ve heard it said that real sex doesn’t look like a porn movie. They obviously haven’t met her. The idea that she’s a high school teacher very nearly makes me blush. God, if her students had any idea what kind of wildcat she is in the sack, they’d have a field day with her. Best part? No fake tits. No airbrushed tan. No false eyelashes. Every damn thing about her is as real as it gets, and I take it all in as I watch her use my body for her own pleasure. “Tell me when you’re ready, mistress,” I whisper up to her when I catch her eye. “Anytime.”
“I’m ready now, submissive. Do it!” My fingers work feverishly and in seconds, she screams out, “Oh, god!” as her belly ripples and shakes. Just the sight of her losing all control sends me over the edge, and I let her grind on me while my hand carries on the work it’s been doing. “Stop, babe. Stop. Oh, god, stop!” she mumbles, panting the whole while. I still, waiting, wondering what she’ll do.
She just tips forward and lands on my chest, my manhood withering inside her. I’m so spent that there’s nothing left. That lustrous skin is bathed in a fine sheen of sweat, and mine is too. We wore ourselves and each other out, and it was a beautiful thing. My arms wrap around her and squeeze her to me as her hands find my neck and lock together behind it. When her breathing finally slows, I whisper, “Danielle?”
“Um-hmmm?”
“You are without a doubt the most amazing, beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
“And you,” she says, pushing herself up to look down in my face, “are the most gorgeous and delicious man I’ve ever known. I’ve got to come up with a name for you.”
“A name?”
“Yes. A pet name. Dominants often give them to submissives.”
“Oh! Like Boone calls Melina Angel, and Lucien always calls Rayanna Precious. I get it. I suppose I have to keep calling you mistress, huh?” I say and chuckle.
“Yes. But I’ve got to call you something. Let’s see,” she says, her eyes narrowing to slits and a smile on her face. “Dark hair, dark eyes, dark scruff, golden skin, and for a man you’re ridiculously graceful.”
“Graceful? Really?” I ask and laugh.
“You doubt me?” She’s not laughing.
“No, mistress, I don’t. I’ve just never been called that before,” I say in explanation. I don’t want her mad at me, not after the way the evening’s gone.
“You are. Extremely graceful, especially considering how tall and broad-shouldered you are. You move like a cat.” Her mouth forms an “O” and she her eyes go wide. “I’ve got it!” she says.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You will address me as Mistress. And you’re my panther.”
I can feel a slow smile creeping across my face. “Panther. I like it.”
“The most beautiful of all the big cats. Dark, graceful, quick,
and like a specter moving through the forest. That describes you perfectly.”
“Thank you, Mistress. I’ll wear the name proudly.”
Her palms press into my cheeks and she holds my face, smiling down into it. “You’re amazing, Panther. The perfect submissive.”
Then she cuddles down onto my chest and lies there, breathing softly, her hands stroking my hair and down the sides of my face. My heart is so full that I think it’ll explode. This is a relationship I can’t mess up. It may be my last chance.
I’ve dozed off a bit, I suppose, because I hear her say, “I’ve got to get dressed and get home. Caleb will need help for the evening.”
“Does he know where you go and what you do?”
She nods. “Yes. I’ve been very open with him. He knows about my activity. He has some of the same. Brian’s let him come in here a few times and work with a submissive in private. It really helps him feel like a man when the cerebral palsy could’ve emasculated him.”
“That’s good.” Instead of getting up, I lie there and watch her dress. She dressed out earlier in the locker room but brought her gig bag to the back with her, and she’s putting on her street clothes to leave.
“Aren’t you getting dressed?” she asks, one eyebrow rising.
“I’m just enjoying the afterglow,” I say and watch her throw her head back and laugh. God, she’s sexy when she laughs that way.
“Afterglow, huh? I was hoping you’d take me for coffee before we both go home.” She’s pulled on a pair of jeans and a lightweight sweater, then boot socks and a pair of ankle-high boots. Everything―and I do mean everything―looks great on her.
“I can do that. I’d love to.” Snatching up clothes, I start getting dressed and in less than five minutes, I’m ready to go. “I’ll follow you, if that’s okay. I don’t know my way around the city very well yet.”
“No problem. Do you know where the dance studio is down on Vine?”
“The one with the bright pink and purple painted front?”
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