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by Ella Ford

  Faster and faster I worked, feeling her pleasure build, reacting and learning with every stroke of my tongue, devouring my former patient like a fine meal. Her breathing became labored and heavy, deep sighs and aching moans. “Ah, ah, ah,” she cried out, and I realized that her orgasm was close.

  I pulled away and sat back on my heels, my hands flat on my thighs, mouth wet from her sex, and I watched her squirm. Her panting sighs became impatient moans, pleading demands under her breath. “Please, Mistress, please,” she whispered, sounding for all the world like a petulant child. Her begging made me hot and excited, surprising me with how much I wanted to hear her suffer.

  “Do you want to come, honey?” I asked with a smirk.

  She nodded quickly, twisting and stretching the ropes that held her wrists in place behind her back. Her feet slid up and down the bed, trying desperately to release the tension in her body. “Yes, Mistress, yes!”

  “Not yet. Turn over,” I commanded, enjoying the way she reacted instantly, flopping over onto her front. Her soft toes brushed against my skin as she moved, causing me to shudder uncontrollably. I shook my head to clear my thoughts then reached to the side, grabbing the strap-on dildo. “Up, onto your knees, head down,” I said and she struggled into the position I described, pushing her bottom into the air and her pussy out to me. Her sex was a perfect picture of aching desire, framed in the wide rip in her pantyhose like a portrait of intimacy.

  I forced myself away from the sight of her exposure and slipped my legs into the dildo harness, puzzling for a second about how the thing worked before finally figuring it out and securing it around my waist. The thick, plastic length swayed before me as I moved and I marvelled at the sensation of having it hanging between my legs. It was meaty and textured, colored black with veins and a bulbous, intimidating head. Was this what it felt like to be a man? I wondered idly.

  Kelly glanced around at me, her head down on the bed. The stocking blindfold had slid up around her forehead, revealing her wide eyes as she surveyed the length of the dildo. She began breathing quickly in anticipation and fear, trembling visibly. I smiled at her, enjoying her fear, and gave my hips a little shimmy, making the cock flop from side to side. Kelly’s bound hands clenched and unclenched behind her back.

  I hopped up onto the bed again and kneeled between her parted legs, then touched my hands to her hips and caressed her bottom. She was so soft and warm, like velvet beneath my fingers. She sighed at my touch, and pushed back towards me.

  “Are you ready for Mistress’s cock?” I said, knowing how ridiculous the question sounded, but being thrilled by the asking of it nonetheless.

  “Oh, yes! Yes!” she said, eagerly.

  I reached down and took the plastic rod in my hand and slowly teased it around her labia, wetting it with her juices until it was slick and glistening in the dim light. She moaned at every touch, sighing as I dragged the bulge of its tip over her clitoris and forced it gently onto her opening.

  “Beg me,” I asked matter-of-factly and my pussy surged anew.

  “Please! Oh please Mistress! I’m yours, you can do what you want to me, whenever you want! I’m your slut, your slave! Your toy! Your pet! I’m yours to command, my body belongs to you!” Her chant was a mantra, a stream of unconscious desire, and every word thrilled me more than the last. For the first time, perhaps, I realized that this was real, not a fantasy anymore, not the fevered dreams of an eighteen year old girl or the furtive finger fucking of a middle aged woman. This was our life now, we were bound to each other, Mistress and slave.

  And with that, I pushed the dildo into her, slowly inching its seven inch length into her tight hole. She exhaled as I entered her, a long sigh that seemed to never end, then as I pulled out she gasped. Her fingers formed tight fists, skin scarred crimson by the ropes that bound her. I pushed forward once more, filling her totally, going deeper than before, feeling my thighs slap against hers as I reached the apex of my entry, then pulled out again to begin once more. There was no resistance now, her pussy was slick and frictionless, inviting me into her like an old friend. My hips began to work faster and faster, pushing forward, pulling back. I gripped her hips by her pantyhose waistband, moving her body back and forth, impaling her on my hard cock.

  She began to moan loudly, a constant drone of building satisfaction. Her skin was slick with sweat, difficult to grip, the bed moved with every stroke, banging against the back wall like a quickening metronome. Her moans became pants became sighs, each one demanding the satisfaction of release.

  And still I pounded her, still I ploughed her with my cock, loving every second, every new feeling of power and control. I loved to tower over her, to see her prone and helpless before me. I loved to see her wrists twist at the ropes, struggling to be free, five neat coils binding her to me. Most of all, I loved every new sensation of this new thrill. The warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips, the smell of her sex so vital and alive, the sound of her voice as she begged me for release.

  “Oh god, oh god,” she chanted as I sensed a change in her body, a quickening of her pulse, a tightening of her muscles. “Can I come Mistress? I need to come! I need to come!”

  I paused for a second, then spoke as I rammed the dildo home one more time. “You may.”

  Kelly’s body tensed instantaneously, toes and fingers curling up into balls, the muscles on her neck standing up in sharp relief like cords of metal. Her head fell to the side and I saw her eyes squeeze tightly shut, her mouth open in a silent scream. She began to shake and quiver as the orgasm raged inside her, frantically pulling at her bound wrists. My dildo cock was deep inside her, buried to my pussy, filling her totally. I slowly started to withdraw it, even as her climax gripped her. She sighed in protest, unable to take the weight of more sensation. And then she collapsed forward, slipped from my cock, head sinking into the pillow, breathing quickly. She rolled to the side, utterly limp, body devoid of animation or life, the only signs that she still lived were the steady rise and fall of her chest and the twitching motions of her toes, still utterly exquisite beneath black nylon.

  I reached down and drew my hand along the length of the dildo, soaking my palm in her pussy’s juices, then I licked my skin, greedily devouring her. I watched her recover, watched her lay there in the cooling glow of her fading release.

  We would fuck more, I knew that. She would eat my pussy and I would spank her, perhaps, for imagined crimes and misdemeanours. A world was opening up to me, a world of new desires and new temptations. Her body was a canvas and I was an artist, tasked with creating ever more sordid works, sinking deeper into the moral ambiguity of our forbidden relationship. But, for now, I was content just to watch her recover, to enjoy the sight of her young body before me and delight in the possibilities of the flesh.

  After a minute, she spoke.

  “Will I have the dream again, Dr. Vickers?” she asked quietly.

  “No, Kelly, no you won’t,” I said truthfully. In that respect, I realized, I had done my job. Kelly would no longer be plagued by the dreams that fueled her obsession and crippled her waking world, because the dream had become her life.

  And what of my life? What had that become?

  With a soft sigh of understanding, I realized the answer.

  My life had become perfect.

  THE END

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  Hey there! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it as much I enjoyed writing it. If so, check out some of my other stories. If you like lesbian sex, foot fetish or domination and submission, then you might find something here to enjoy! xx

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