(m/f,BDSM, cons, romantic)
IV.
They walked hand in hand into the small guest bedroom. Victoria giggled when she saw the array of toys and lotions on the dresser. “Looks like you’re prepared,” she smiled.
“Silence!” he commanded. “You will not speak unless spoken to, and you will address me as Master, do you understand.”
Victoria smiled again, “Yes, um, Master. So what’s next?”
He turned on the radio to a local jazz station, and soft, pulsing music threaded its way through the room. “First, ” he replied, “I want you to undress for me. Have you ever been to a strip club?” She had, she admitted. “Well then, I want you to slowly take off your clothes and strike some poses for me…”
Victoria kicked off her sandals and turned her
back to him, teasing him as she slowly lifted the tee shirt. He had noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and watched with increasing lust as the garment slipped over her head. She dropped it to the floor, still keeping her back to him.
“Good. Now turn around…slowly.” She did as she was told. He felt the blood rushing to his cock when she turned to face him, her crossed arms covering her petite, little- girl breasts. She stood there before him, awaiting instructions. “Let’s see those pretty little tits, slave!” Slowly she uncrossed her arms, and swaying to the sensual music, opened her chest for him to see. He remained seated, savoring the feeling of his throbbing cock gently chafing against the silk boxers. She turned around again, and slowly peeled off the denim shorts and slowly turned again to face him. She had donned a g-string for the occasion, a purple silk affair that barely covered her freshly- shaven mound. “You can leave the g-string on for the moment, slave. Now kneel on that ottoman with your ass toward me, and let me see you from behind….”
Without hesitation she crawled sensuously onto the white upholstered footstool, aiming her ass at him. Not bad, he thought. The g-string revealed more now, and he liked the view. He then reached for the camera, aimed it, and pressed the shutter release.
The flash startled her. “Yellow!” she cried. “You didn’t tell me there was going to be a camera involved! I’m very camera- shy!”
“Silence, slave!” he commanded. “You are a beautiful specimen, and I want to capture you on film as we play. Besides, you needn’t worry. I’m using slide film; the guys at the photo lab will never see you, since the slides are processed and mounted by machine. Now lift your ass into the air!”
She felt a flush of excitement. Nobody had ever photographed her like this. Ford and Mike, her two ex- husbands had both wanted to, but she had refused. Now Master Paul was making her pose and strut like a porn queen. She felt something melting within her pussy, something beginning to move deep within her.
Paul watched her through the camera lens as she raised her ass higher. “Put your fingers between your legs and pull the g-string aside. I want to see your juicy cunt!” The vulgarity of the words grabbed her, and without thinking she pulled the g-string aside and began to masturbate. A none- too- gentle slap on the ass startled her. “Did I give you permission to start jerking yourself off, you horny little bitch?” He spanked her again with the palm of his hand, this time much more tenderly. “You WILL masturbate for me, maybe…but not until you’re told. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master, ” she breathed. She still wasn’t sure if she enjoyed this game, but there was no denying the moisture between her legs.
Paul readied the camera again and took another shot, a close-up worthy of Hustler magazine. The purple silk of the g-string looked good against the pink of her sex. Through the lens he could see she was getting wet. Good.
He put the camera aside and sat again on the bed. She was still facing the wall, her ass and sex swaying gently to the music. She hadn’t stopped moving, he noticed. Good. Very good. She was getting into the game. “So you enjoy masturbating, do you slave? Turn around and slip that g- string off. I want you naked.” She slowly turned to face him and peeled the g-string off her hips. She started to drop it on the floor when he commanded. “No, give it to me. I want to smell your juice.” She did as she was told, and watched in fascination as he pressed the now- moist lingerie to his face and inhaled her scent. “G- string was a nice touch,” he sighed. “You’re a good sex- slave. I must reward you for your thoughtfulness. Open your legs, and let me see your twat.” She did as she was commanded. “Now you may play with yourself, slave. Let your master watch you turn yourself on.”
Her fingers went to her right nipple and to her pussy automatically. She realized at that moment that she always turned herself on by the same method. She had masturbated for her men before, this part of the game was nothing new. But then Paul again took out the camera.
“Good slut! Jerk that clit for your Master!” He fired off two more shots in rapid succession.
She felt ashamed and exhilarated at the same time to be made into a porno- slut for Paul’s pleasure. She began to feel a small tingling, the beginnings of orgasm building within her. Faster and faster she stroked her swollen clitoris, her breath now coming in ragged gasps.
“Stop!” he commanded, just before she was about to climax. She ignored him, and continued stroking her heated sex.
Paul stood up and grabbed her wrists in one hand. “I said, STOP slave! It’s not time for you to cum yet. Not even close!”
Victoria was stranded at the very brink of orgasm. She began to pull her hands free, begging “Please Paul…please master! I’m so close!” Frustrated, she struggled against his grip. He held on to her wrists firmly.
“If you want to cum right now by your own hand, then fine. Say ‘red’ and we’ll end the game right this second, and you can go on and finish…if that’s what you really want.” She relaxed and stopped struggling.
“Women can cum more than once, you know!” she stated.
“Talking back to your Master already, slave? Well then, perhaps it’s time that you be taught a lesson…” He pulled her to her feet and flung her toward the bed. She sprawled across the queen- size mattress on her back. “Hey!” she complained.
He ignored her and took a length of the cotton clothesline from the dresser. “Clasp your hands in front of you as if you were praying, slut!” Victoria did so, her face showing both fear and arousal. “If you can’t keep your hands away from your pussy, I’ll have to help you!” He deftly tied her wrists together, snugly but allowing circulation. She tested the unfamiliar bonds, and discovered to her dismay that he had her hands trapped. “If you promise to keep quiet, I won’t gag you,” he continued, gently pushing her onto her back and pulling her legs apart. He took two lengths of rope and secured her spread legs to the footboard of the bed. She knew at that moment that she was committed to the game; despite her nervousness, she would play it out a little longer. But she knew she did not want him to stuff a gag into her mouth. If he did so, she would lose the power of the safe word…
“Yes Master, I’ll be quiet. Please don’t gag me.”
It was just the reaction he had expected, and he smiled gently.
“Since you’re so fond of getting your pussy touched, I think I’ll help you out. You’re being pretty cooperative for a beginner, so I’ll show you a little mercy.” He took the camera in hand again and got a picture of her, tied and naked on the leopard skin print sheets.
Paul reached for the bottle of the fruit- flavored “emotion lotion.” He poured a small puddle of the liquid into his palm, and was surprised at the intense heat from the capsicum in the potion. He gently spread the lotion under Victoria’s arms, under each earlobe, on her nipples and on her throbbing sex. Finally he took a few droplets of the liquid and smeared it around her pouting asshole. Then he began to slowly blow on the moistened areas, pausing occasionally to lick and nibble at the tasty flesh.
Victoria squirmed against the bonds, her breathing deepening and little moans escaping her lips. The heat from the lotion made all of her sensitive places tingle and throb like mad! Paul’s exploring tongue and lips were pushing her towards orgasm, and she began to rock her hips back and forth.
Paul bent down between her legs and sucked her swollen clitoris between his lips. He gently sucked it until it was hard, and then he applied a little more of the heat lotion to her pouting labia. Gently he blew on her pussy and licked all around the clit, avoiding it, teasing her. He allowed himself to pull her sex lips between his teeth and gently bit and sucked on them. He could feel Victoria’s orgasm approaching, and pulled away just before she was ready to cum.
“OHMYGOD!” Victoria cried aloud. “Please Master, please don’t stop!”
He laughed wickedly. “But of course I will stop, slut-slave. I still haven’t decided whether or not I’ll let you cum.”
Victoria’s head began to swim. What if he wasn’t going to let her cum? Perhaps he was punishing her for abandoning him all those years ago; she knew that she probably deserved it. The emotion lotion was still tingling her nipples and pussy, and she felt the flush of heat rush through her entire body. “Green, master, GREEN! Please… this feels so good! I love being tied up! Please make me your toy! Use me! But please let me CUM!”
“Toy?” he chuckled. “Good idea!” He reached for the camera, capturing her wanton expression on film. Then he took the dildo from the dresser and laid it between her heaving breasts. She looked down at it.
“Wow!” she gasped. Again he took the camera in one hand and guided the dildo into her mouth with the other. “Suck this, bitch!” She allowed the thick plastic shaft into her mouth. He again photographed her. His abusive language strangely thrilled her, and she moaned into the head of the plastic cock. He pulled the vibrator from her mouth and placed it again between her tits, snapping another picture. He was enjoying this, she knew. And he was, because she was enjoying it. He slid a finger into her hot sex, savoring her gasp and the expression on her face. She was sopping wet! He took the vibrator and gently guided it into her. He then turned it on to a slow, gentle hum and stood back.
“Oh Master Paul, that’s good….that’s very good…” she sighed, her hips again beginning to rock. The vibrator slipped out of her sodden sex, and he slowly eased it back in. “Yes-s-s-s,” she hissed, throwing her head back in an expression of pleasure.
He didn’t want her to cum yet, but he had set the vibrator to its lowest speed, and enjoyed her slow build toward climax.
The vibrator continued to slip out of her, so he took a long piece of rope and tied it around her slender waist. He then ran a second rope between her legs and tied both ends to the rope around her midsection. The rope was snug, and he pulled it over the end of the vibrator. If Victoria moved, he knew that the ropes would gently push the vibe into her. Again he took photographs as she gently struggled and squirmed, the vibrator humming inside her.
“What do you want to do now, slave? Besides cum, I mean…” He grinned at her from the foot of the bed. “I want to suck your cock, Master!” she moaned. He paused a moment, savoring her squirming, then reached down and removed the vibrator from her pussy. The expression of disappointment on her face was unmistakable, but he continued to untie her, freeing everything but herhands.
Victoria was relieved to feel the bonds loosen, and struggled onto all fours, her head facing him from the side of the bed. He set the camera on the dresser, and set the automatic exposure timer to fifteen seconds. He then shrugged off the robe. His hard phallus sprang forth from the silk boxer shorts, a droplet of pre-cum forming at the tip. He smiled at her and pressed the shutter switch, then walked over to the side of the bed. Gently he guided his tool into her waiting mouth. The camera fired, capturing the moment. “You’re a little porn- slut, you know that Victoria?” She murmured her agreement around his throbbing cock. “You love sucking cock and getting your picture taken, don’t you? You’re such a hot little bitch! Suck that dick!” He allowed her to work on him for a few minutes, then pulled away and went over to the camera again. He pressed the shutter release, and the camera beeped out its fifteen second countdown. Enough time for Paul to guide his cock into his slave’s mouth again. He grasped her hair and tried to turn her face toward the camera. He wanted to save the moment, her face filled with his rock- hard manhood. “Mff-no!” she protested, but it was too late. Gazing into the camera lens from behind her Master’s rod, she saw the flash as the obscenity was captured for history.
She was turned on beyond belief. He was using her, making her into his own sexual play-toy, a slave without will and without control. He slid his rod in and out of her mouth again and again, as her tongue and lips eagerly devoured him.
Paul would not allow himself to cum, but he felt that the time was right for Victoria. She was panting before him, trembling and sweating. He guided her again onto her back.
He untied her wrists and then quickly and efficiently bound each wrist to each ankle. Her legs were now held open by her own arms, her tender feet within easy reach of his mouth and hands. He bent between her thighs and began to vigorously lick and suck at her. She cried aloud, begging him to complete her, to take her over the edge. He carefully monitored her responses, waiting for the precise moment. Her pussy began to spasm, and he pulled away. “No-o-o-o!” she cried. “P-please! Let me…..” He gently guided the plastic cock into her slippery tunnel and turned it on “high.” Time to go, he grinned to himself.
Victoria’s eyes were clenched closed in ecstasy, the dildo moving in and out of her sex. Paul grasped her ankle and said, “Don’t you DARE cum until I give you permission! Do you understand? If you start to cum before I have told you to, I will stop… and I may not start again. You’re my slave- slut, and your orgasm is MY decision, not yours.” She nodded, breathing heavily and beginning to weep.
“Do you want me to stop? Do you want to call a red light and end this?”
“Oh my god, no!” she nearly screamed. “Please Master…can I cum? PLEASE!?” He began to suck on her toes, licking between them and running his tongue up and down the sensitive arch and sole of her foot. He pumped the dildo into her with increasing speed and ferocity.
“Don’t you cum until I tell you, slave! You’re mine!” He switched to the other foot, sucking each toe as if it was her clitoris, plunging the vibrator into her. She began to tremble, tears forming in her eyes. Her speech became an incoherent babble of sighs, moans, little cries and pleadings. Paul savagely worked the dildo, making small circular motions with it inside her, sucking and licking at her feet.
He reached toward her chest, releasing her foot from his mouth. “CUM NOW, VICTORIA!” he cried, viciously pinching her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he pulled the dildo from her with agonizing slowness.
Her orgasm came in waves that wouldn’t cease. She thrashed on the bed, the vibrator now poised at the opening to her vulva, the tip tingling at her clit. The deep guttural roar which issued from her mouth surprised both her and the man who had brought her to this peak. She twitched and shivered, screaming obscenities between the groans and cries.
Finally, it was over. He kissed her long and full on her mouth, tasting her tears. He untied her quickly and turned the vibrator off.
She lay in his arms for an hour. “I’ve never cum like that…ever!” she repeated over and over, sighing as she burrowed her face into his chest. He had dominated her, and had taken all control away. Freed from her own mind, she was free to release the orgasm that had waited within her for nearly thirty years.
She fell into an exhausted sleep. Paul rose quietly from the bed and put on his robe. As she gently snored on the strange sheets, he cleaned up the vibrator, put the ropes and toys into the dresser drawer knowing that they might someday be used again.
As he lit a cigarette, he reflected that he himself had not had an orgasm. No worries, he smiled. “She’ll be awake in a few hours…and then perhaps she’ll want to dominate me….”
END
author:Uncle Squinty