Some people seem to think that because a person is dominant they don’t feel the effect of nerves. I completely contradict that point of view. I was anxious, eager to start and a little apprehensive. I am never quite sure how a man will really react to my domination. At any point, this sexy young man could turn and run.
“Let me take your coat.” Not the sexiest thing I could have said but it began the process of getting him naked, so it served a purpose. I resisted the urge to wrap myself in the heavy, aromatic leather as he passed it to me. I hung it politely from the door. It suggestively encased my own coat. I took a steadying breath before turning back to face him.
He was standing awkwardly where I had left him and the sight of his nervousness laid mine somewhat to rest.
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“Don’t worry,” I purred as I walked towards him. “I’ll not hurt you.” I wrapped my arms around him and gently, quickly, kissed his lips, “Not too much, anyway.”
He groaned and I held him tighter. I pulled his body close to mine as our mouths reacquainted themselves.
“Now, while I lay out my new toys, why don’t you strip for me?” I was back in control of my emotions and desperate to get at his naked body.
“Yes, Mistress.” I felt my pussy stiffen with the excitement of those words. I took items out of the bag, one by one. The flogger came first, with that new, almost astringent leather smell. It would soon take on a better scent, from being used on such a cute behind. I glanced to the side to see Rob losing his t-shirt. His chest was taut and covered in a light smattering of dark hair. I could smell more of him now, masculine and musky. His scent was coming through with a light, lemon tang from his aftershave. I was intoxicated.
Next I pulled out the paddle. I love the smell of wood and I held it up to my face and inhaled the sharp varnish smell before placing it on the end of the bed next to the flogger.
His jeans were down around his ankles when I next looked. He had taken off his shoes and now he was close to removing his black boxers. I felt my stomach leap with excitement.
I pulled open the plastic packaging on the butt plug. It has it’s own special arousal, that smell of new plastic and latex. It stings the nostrils, but promises such delicious delights that it seems to soothe the senses.
I untangled the red, satin ties. They had a subtle scent of cleanliness and I placed them down on the bed, eagerly glancing around. I was delighted to see him naked. He stood tall, looking straight ahead, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. His whole body was stiff with anticipation.
His cock was magnificent. Long and eager, it was neither a monster nor a tiddler. It looked just about perfect to me. Deep pink, it bobbed beneath my gaze. I wanted to bury my head in his crotch right then, to smell his manliness, to inhale the musk of his penis, but I held back. Later; there was time for that later. Right now I needed to perform some arousing alchemy. I needed to deliciously combine our scents.
Not a word was spoken as I unbuttoned my blouse and discarded it. I kicked off my shoes, then sat on the bed to pull off my socks. I smelt ripe as I pulled off my trousers. I could smell my arousal as it blended with my light apple fragrance. It was more tempting than hot apple pie and custard.
I left my black lacy underwear on and stood before him.
“Okay, boy, this is how it will be. You will do whatever I say immediately. Any hesitation will be punished. You will speak only when spoken to and I expect to be answered respectfully. I will take my pleasure from you. Your pleasure will be merely incidental. Do you understand?’
“Yes, Mistress.” He even lowered his gaze as he spoke. I knew this encounter was going to be special. I lifted his chin with a finger and kissed him again. I could not get enough of the way his mouth surrendered to mine. I ran my hands over his chest as I did so and I felt the rumble of a growl as one hand slipped lower and grabbed his cock.
It was sticky and hot in my hand. It felt so perfectly engorged as I stroked it.
“Oh, you naughty boy,” I crooned and pulled my hand away from him, “look, you’ve made a mess on my hand.” He had as well. His thin, watery juices covered my fingers as I held them up, close to his face.
‘Sorry, Mistress,” he said and I tutted. I was in control and well into the scene.
“So you should be. I am going to have to punish you now, you naughty boy. First, clean my hand.”
This was the first real test. Would he be willing to lap his own pre-cum off my fingers? Many men would baulk at this, because of some strange misconception that tasting one’s own juices must make you gay. Nonsense. Rob hesitated only for a second, then eagerly licked the clear, watery juices from my fingers.
“Oh, good boy,” I moaned as his tongue swirled around my hand. His lips plunged around my pointer finger and I almost came from the intensity of it all. Watching his mouth bob up and down my finger was like watching him give a blowjob. The pressure of his slick mouth on my sensitive fingers made me hum with pleasure and I moaned. I was even more eager to move on.
“Now, enough of that.” I pulled my fingers from his mouth with a pop.
“Get onto the bed. On your knees, please.” I commanded and he complied.
His arse was divine. It was fleshy in all the right places but lean and perfectly in proportion to his body. It was a tempting bottom and I couldn’t wait to change its colour from cream to bright pink.
The silence was heavy and anticipatory. I enjoyed it for a moment, then picked up the flogger and snapped it. His hips jerked in reaction and I held in a chuckle. Good, he anticipated what was to come.
I left it for a moment and built up the tension again before snapping the flogger down onto his arse. He moaned and I knew he had enjoyed it. The flogger, although it looked menacing, actually just gave a light, soft tickle. Even as I flicked my wrist and hit him as hard as I could, I knew it would do little more than excite him. That is what I wanted. I enjoyed his moans and his hisses and how his hips bucked eagerly back to accept the blow, but soon I became bored of the slight pink haze on his buttocks. I wanted some serious pinkness.
“Well, now I’ve warmed you up, what do you say to me, boy?”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he gasped.
“You’re welcome. As I was saying, now I’ve warmed you up I’m going to seriously start your punishment. I think six hard whacks with the paddle should be sufficient for now. Okay?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Now, I’m not a cruel Mistress, well not too cruel anyway, so let’s have a safe word just in case you wimp out on me. I think it should be ‘Jaconelli’s’ is that okay with you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy. Now prepare to be punished.”
I lifted the paddle and weighed it in my hand. It was solid but fairly light. It would hurt, but not too much. I was quite certain it wouldn’t hurt me at all.
I gave no warning. I just swung the wood and cracked it against his buttocks.
I was impressed by his response. I knocked the wind out of him but he did not scream.
“That’s better.” I said as I saw the start of an honest pink mark on his arse and then let rip with another hard thwack. He yelped and I smiled as I gave him not a second to recover before striking out again. His bottom was bright pink now, and although I was largely a scent person the aesthetics of a reddened arse appealed to me.
The waft of woody vitality as I slapped him again was delicious. The scents in the air were maddeningly erotic. Plastic, wood and leather mixed with male and female arousal; perfect. He whimpered and I almost came in my pants. I love the sounds that speak of a man’s complete and utter surrender to me.
His arse was bright red by the fifth hit and he screamed out when the sixth landed. He wiggled and I laughed.
“You’re lucky that was the last slap, boy, or I might have made you take it again. So, that was your punishment, w
hat do you say?”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Good boy, stay where you are. I have a treat for your bottom now.”
I reached over and opened the bedside drawer. I pulled out the small tube of lube that I take with me everywhere. I slipped it between my thighs to warm it and turned my attention to his hot buttocks.
It always amazes me how hot a properly spanked bottom can be. I ran my fingers lovingly over the imprints and enjoyed the hissing moans Rob made. I kissed it better and trailed my lips over both buttocks. He pressed back against my face and I could smell his arousal all the more. He must have been so hard by that point. I almost gave up on my plan, just to bury my head in his crotch and luxuriate in the sexual smell of him, but I didn’t. I wanted to do this right.
I pulled wide his buttocks and swept my tongue from his crinkled, tight balls up to his little hole. I find men’s arses to be beautiful and I love the sight of a male anus. It just begs me to fuck it.
I prodded at the opening with my tongue. I squeezed his buttocks in my hands as I repeatedly drove my tongue into his arse and felt it give a little bit more with each stab. When his moans turned into needful whimpers and his anus was gobbling up my tongue, I pulled back. I took the lube from between my thighs, unscrewed the top and squirted some into that tight anal opening.
He knew what was to come and he whimpered as I pushed in a finger to massage the lube into him. He was whimpering and cursing and I loved the astringent scent of the lube combined with the warm arousal of his sweat-sheened skin.
“Mistress, permission to speak,” he gasped.
“Granted.” I liked my submissive to be polite and communicative. I like to hear them begging for my mercy.
“I have never…”he started, then hesitated and started again, “…I’m a virgin there, Mistress.”
“All the better.” I cooed and twisted two fingers into him. “I promise to take care with your precious arse, boy. You will love this.”
“Yes, Mistress,’ he replied with a low purr. I was massaging inside his anal passage and he was discovering the special delights of that. A man feels serious pleasure during anal sex. I have encountered a man who loved it more than having his penis inside me. That relationship didn’t last long. A Mistress needs a slave to worship her cunt, or what is the point?
I picked up the plastic plug and weighed it in my hand. I knew his arse was thoroughly lubricated and stretched, so I used both hands to hold and cover the anal intruder with more lube.
“Okay, boy, I’m going to plug your arse now. I have to get it ready for me to fuck later.” He shivered and I smiled. He was ready for it. I placed the slim tip at his opening and pushed. I was gentle and only pressed in a scant millimetre at a time.
Lube, lust and plastic are a heady mix of aromas. I wish they would make an aftershave from it. I would be instantly aroused if I smelt it upon a man. Rob did not flinch or falter as I slowly moved from the thin tip to the widened middle and bulbous end of the plug. Soon, it snugly filled him. Only the flat, wide end could be seen, snuggled against his arse.
“Gorgeous,” I exclaimed. I wished I had my camera to hand. What a pretty, sexy picture it made.
“Roll over now,” I commanded, “and rest your head on the pillows.”
I was anxious to move on. I wanted to fuck his arse, but that would come later. As much as I enjoyed the feel of my fake dick between my thighs, I wanted his real flesh to satisfy me and at that moment nothing else would do.
He lay back. His cock looked so inviting. It stuck straight up and demanded my visual attention. It was hard and thick and covered in juices. I knew it would feel like heaven inside me.
I took the satin ties and pulled his ankle closer to the end of the bed. I tied his foot around one of the wooden posts then repeated the action. His legs were spread, a little but not too far. I would still be able to straddle his thighs when I was ready to ride him.
I then tied his wrists to the bedhead. When I finished, I kissed him.
“Fuck me, please?” he begged as our lips pulled apart.
“I will,” I promised as I reached behind me to pop open my bra, “but not until I am ready, boy. I was going to climb aboard your cock right away, but now, now I think I will wait a little longer.” He moaned with a mix of frustration and arousal as I pulled away my black bra and let my breasts fall into their natural position on my chest. They are heavy and full, although not perky. I am very proud of them and the large nipples that top them like a flake in a 99 ice cream.
Leaning over his body, I dragged my breasts above his face. He licked out and I took pity. I grabbed a breast in my hand and fed the nipple to him. He took it and sucked it. He sucked so hard, it took my breath away and made the ache in my pussy all the more urgent. I swapped breasts and let him suckle on the other until I couldn’t take it any longer.
I stood back and hooked my fingers into my knickers. I locked my gaze to his and watched the arousal bloom in his eyes as I pushed the lacy material from my hips and slipped and slid it down my thighs.
Often, I think that a quick fuck is a fulfilling and exciting fuck. Not this time though. I wanted to relish every moment, I wanted Rob to completely experience the fullness of the plug inside his tight hole and I wanted to enjoy the sight of his body tied down and taut. I wanted to enjoy my power over him.
I stepped out of my knickers and smiled as his cock bobbed. I was going to make it wait a little longer, though. I wasn’t ready to relieve it quite yet. I had a plan. I turned my back to him and climbed onto the bed near the footboard.
“You smell good, already, lover,” I purred, “but I want you to smell even better. I want you to smell of me.”
I lowered my pelvis until my wet pussy rested on the instep of his foot. Gently, I rubbed up and down, leaving a wet trail of my feminine juices.
“Oh, fuck,” he mumbled as I continued to excite myself on the soft incline of his foot. I could have easily gotten off there, but I wanted to spread my scent. I moved backwards and lowered myself down. His knee was not bent enough for me to get any purchase, but his thigh was thick and yielding. Every time I moved back, I could feel his hot cock bumping against my buttocks.
He was mewling as I rocked. I am sure the rubbing of the mini cock inside him was driving him to distraction. He must have been desperate to come.
“Not yet, boy.” I grinned as I slipped down and manoeuvred myself onto his other leg. “I want all of you to smell like me. I am marking you as my own.”
It was almost as frustrating for me as for him, that rub and move technique. But I wanted to cover him in my musk. I wanted to smell me all over him. I wanted to mark him as my own. My natural vanilla and spice musk complimented his harsher citrus smell and I believed the combination would make an awesome perfume. After I had repeated my rubbing on his other leg I stood away from the bed and contemplated my next move.
I straddled his chest, again facing away from him so he would receive a fantastic view of my pussy pulled wide as I rubbed up and down. My hands were on the bed on either side of his crotch and as I swayed I pursed my lips and repeatedly kissed his cock.
As I moved, I found I could slip my feet beneath his arms. I had not pulled them out far from his head, so they were quite flexible. I kept backing up with every sweep, until my pussy was at his chin.
“Come on then, boy, eat me.”
I knew it wouldn’t be easy. He would have to stretch his neck to get even the tip of his tongue on me, but if he tried I would reward his effort.
And try he did. He lifted his head from the bed and I felt his hot breath on my cunt lips. I felt the rasp of his tongue as I heard his frustrated mewls. His head fell back down onto the pillow and I moved back a little and into a sitting position.
His lips and nose ended up directly between my wet engorged lips. In no time he was licking and sucking me as if I were a ju
icy steak to a hungry man. Every now and then he would lean his head back and I would lift up so he could breathe. Then I would lower myself to his face once more.
It did not take a long time of this frenzied pressure for me to come. I covered his face in fresh fucking juices as I shook and trembled in ecstasy. I pulled away from him, slid down his chest and rubbed my sensitive and wet pussy all over him as I slipped my legs from under his arms.
“Good boy,” I cooed. “You’re such a good boy, for that cunt licking you deserve a treat.” I swung a leg over so I knelt beside his chest and then turned myself around. His face glistened with my juices and I could smell my scent as it dominated his. I felt an orgasmic rush as I inhaled deeply.
I straddled his hips this time and rested his cock at my entrance. He was whimpering, but I did not press down immediately, I am such a tease. He used his strength to buck his hips and I felt the tip of him enter me. He could not hold himself up long before he fell back to the bed and I took pity on him. I lowered my body and smoothly sheathed his hard shaft inside me.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned as I hit bottom and the butt plug rammed deeper into him in time with my thrust. I began to move up and down. He was moaning and cursing all the time, his eyes tightly closed. His whole body quaked with pleasure.
As I undulated my hips and fucked him, I stroked my clit. I was not far away from yet another orgasm and as I slid up and down his erection faster and faster I felt it exploding through me. As I shuddered, shook and yelled out my ecstasy I felt him buck harder against me. My orgasm fuelled his own, to a point where he erupted inside of me with a growl.
I sat back on my heels, panting and watching him for a moment before leaning forward to release his arms from bondage. He captured my lips in a kiss as I untied the loose knots that had held him.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I slipped off his body and walked with wobbly legs to untie his feet.” I didn’t tie you too tightly?”
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