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Guy meets his dream girl
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My Mistress
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By
Slave Tim
Looking out my window, I saw the Cal-Trans truck parked along the curb.
Swell, I thought to myself, another fine day with my street closed. But
then, I noticed a lovely female worker who stepped out of a truck in front
of my sidewalk. She was wearing the standard bright orange reflector safety
vest over her blue jeans and a work shirt. Even from across my front yard I
could see that she was stunning, with long beautiful brown hair and a
gorgeous young face.
All morning long, I peeked through my curtains and watched her working
on my street under the blistering sun. I waited until 11:30 am to take her
a glass of ice cold lemonade and introduce myself. She thankfully took the
glass and drained it in a single swallow. I explained that I had seen her
working and thought she could use something cold to drink.
"Thanks, man. Hey, I'm just about to go on my lunch. Mind if I come
inside for another?" Of course, I agreed.
She made herself at home in the living room while I went to the kitchen
to get her some more lemonade. As I handed her the glass, she said, "Man, I
saw you watching me all day." She must have seen the astonished look on my
face. "Oh, don't worry about it, man. Actually, it was kind of cute. But
I knew I'd just have to come in here and try you out", she winked at me, "if
you know what I mean."
Standing up, she came over to me and took my hand. "Take me to your
bedroom." I hesitated, things were moving just a little too fast for me.
"NOW!," she yelled. The force of her command startled me, but I did as I
was told. Once we were in the bedroom, she shut the door and turned to me.
"When I see something I want, I take it," she said. "We either do this my
way, or not at all. Understand?" I managed to mumble a feeble yes.
She ordered me to take off my shirt, then tied it over my eyes, making
an effective blindfold. "I got to improvise with whatcha got here," she
stated. "I ain't got my equipment." After she secured the blindfold, she
told me to take off the rest of my clothes and kneel on the floor. I could
hear her rummaging around my bedroom. I must have taken too long to get
undressed as something hit my ass. "Hurry up, slave!" she yelled. "I ain't
got all day." Hurriedly, I shed my remaining clothes and knelt on the
floor, waiting for what might cum next.
My hands were roughly pulled behind me, and they were tied together.
"Luckily," she said, "I carry a few necessary training supplies with me in
my lunch-box." As I wondered what 'supplies' she was talking about, I felt
her fingers on my left nipple, then a sharp pain as something was clamped
onto my tit. I moaned in pain as she did the same to the other one. "Oh!
You like that, don't you?" she laughed.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, she pulled me forward until I lost my
balance and fell on the floor face down. I heard her move behind me, then
felt her spread my legs far apart. I guess I knew what she was planning to
do next, but I still jumped in surprise when I fell something hard and big
being forced into my ass. By now, I was begging her to stop, but she only
laughed and promised me more. Finally it stopped going in as I felt it hit
bottom. I heard a snap as she strapped the object securely in place. I
couldn't believe the feeling of totally being filled up that way, and it
wasn't entirely bad.
"Stand up," she ordered. Somehow, I managed to get to a standing
position without losing my balance. She untied my wrists, then lead me to
the bed. Laying me on my back, she tied each of my arms and legs to the
bedposts. As I lay there, her hands lifted my head off the pillow and I
felt a strap being placed over my head. "Open your mouth", she said. I
obeyed, and she strapped a giant dildo in deep in my throat. It stretched
my mouth open completely and I could feel it pushing against the back of my
throat. I tried desperately to push it back out with my tongue to no avail.
"You better get used to things in your mouth, slave," she laughed. "That is
if I decide to keep you!"
At last, she stopped, and I could feel her eyes on me, surveying her
work. I felt her hands against my skin and I ached for her to touch me more
as she reached between my legs to make sure the object that she had buried
there was secure. "I gotta go back to work now," she said. "But I'll be
back at the end of my shift so I can have some fun, too! Don't go
anywhere!"
Chapter Two
I don't know how long I lay there tied to the bed. At first, I tried
to escape from my restraints, but it was no use. So I waited. After what
seemed like hours, I finally heard her come in. "Ah, there you are! Have
you been a good boy?", she asked. I felt her hands on my head as the dildo
was unstrapped and removed.
Rubbing my dry tongue over my lips, I tried to bring some life back to
my dehydrated mouth. "Please," I begged, "let me go. I'll do anything you
ask. Please!" She just laughed at me. "You're already going to do
everything I say, slave boy! Now," she continued, "I'm going to untie you.
But first, you've got to understand something. You will only address me as
'Mistress'. And you will not speak again unless I tell you to. You will do
everything I tell you without hesitation, or face whatever punishment I
decide. Understand?"
I nodded in agreement, being to tired to resist at this point. "Good,"
she said while releasing me from the bed. Removing the blindfold, she
ordered me to stand up and turn around. I felt her checking the straps
around my butt, making sure that the toy she had buried in my ass was still
held in place. I now stood before her completely naked, and totally at her
mercy.
Sitting down, she ordered me to stand in front of her and masturbate.
I was very embarrassed, but she was so beautiful that it wasn't long until
my cock was rock hard. She watched intently, never taking her eyes off my
cock. After being frustrated so long, I jacked off with real enthusiasm,
even surprising myself. Soon, I could feel myself getting close to orgasm.
But she was not going to allow me any pleasure so soon. Ordering me to
stop, she once again led me to the bed. "Don't move," she told me as she
left the room.
I almost fainted when she returned, I couldn't believe what I was
seeing. With her was a man who she introduced as Bob, a fellow employee of
hers. I had seen him outside earlier working with the woman who had become
my Mistress. (I still did not know her name!) He had obviously been
working all day as he was dirty and sweaty and smelly with stubble covering
his face. He watched me with obvious amusement as my mistress grabbed my by
my hair and forced me to my knees on the floor. For the first time, I
noticed that she was holding a leather whip in her hands.
As Bob walked over and stood directly in front of me, she moved around
behind me and said, "You know what to do, slave boy, so get going! And if
you don't do it right, I'll be right here to make sure you do." She let the
whip dangle before my eyes. I hesitated and was rewarded with a stroke from
her whip across my ass. Tearfully, I reached up and unfastened his jeans,
pulling them down to his ankles. An even stronger lash from her whip made
me jump, and I reluctantly pulled his shorts down also, revealing an
impossibly large cock before my eyes. Never before had I even looked at
another man's cock, and hear I was with one only inches from my face.
It must have been eight inches long, hanging there flaccid. Lifting it
with my right hand, I leaned closer and brushed the purple head with my
reluctant lips. Already it was stiffening, and I was rewarded with his
strong hands on my head as he thrusted it forward deep into my wet mouth. I
gagged on it, and tried to pull away, but he was too strong for me. I had
no choice than to start sucking on it in self defense. The pungent smell of
him was overpowering as I took it all the way in, his pubic hairs pressed
into my face.
Quickly, I got into the rhythm of it. My mistress hadn't forgotten me
as she watched the show. Occasionally she would let me know she was there
by roughly pinching one of my nipples or twisting the vibrator that was deep
in my ass. Wrapping my tongue around his hairy shaft, I continued a strong
sucking motion with my head constantly bobbing back and forth along his
pulsating tool. I could feel the heat from his cock against the walls of my
mouth. Bob was obviously getting close to release and he started to wildly
pump my face with his massive instrument.
My mistress quickly pulled me away from him before he could come. She
removed the vibrator from my ass and threw me face down onto the bed.
Spreading my cheeks apart, she beckoned to Bob to take my virgin ass.
Kneeling behind me, he roughly grabbed my ass and thrusted his giant cock
deep inside me. It felt like he was going to split me open as tears formed
in my eyes and I felt him hit bottom. Meanwhile, my Mistress placed her
pussy in my face and I began to lick up her juices. She was obviously
excited by what she was watching and she quickly responded to my hot
tongue. Each hard thrust from Bob's cock made my whole body jump on the
bed, and my face bounced around. As Bob worked his cock into my ass and I
worshiped my Mistress's dripping pussy, I gradually became aware of how
turned on I was! I could hardly believe it, but the burning pain in my ass
was now turning into something else, a powerfully strong wave of pleasure
centered around Bob's hard cock that thrusted deep inside me.
With building sexual excitement, I turned my attention back to my
Mistress's wonderful steaming pussy. It was hard to keep my tongue on her
vagina, but I did my best. She was obviously very excited as she was
practically a river of juices, and I did my very best to catch every
succulent drop. In this excited state, her glistening lips had swollen and
her pink clit was quite visible as I leaned up to take it between my teeth.
Slowly, I ran my wet tongue over it, then gently sucked it into my hungry
mouth.
It wasn't long until my mistress began to pull my hair and scream, her
whole body tensing up, her fingernails digging into my skin. Over and over
again, her body was racked with spasms as I drank up her sweet juices.
Finally she was done, and I felt Bob pull out of me. He flipped me over on
my back and climbed up on top of me, shoving his cock back into my mouth
just as he came. With astonishing force, his hot jets of sticky cum shot
into my mouth, quickly filling it to capacity. I swallowed it all, gagging
occasionally, until he was finally spent. He kept his cock in my mouth
until it went limp.
"Very good, slave boy", my mistress said. "I think I'll keep you."
She allowed me to masturbate for my reward. With Bob and my new found
Mistress looking on, I enthusiastically grabbed my cock and in only a few
short strokes, I exploded with one of the largest and most powerful orgasms
of my life. "God, what an animal," my Mistress laughed. "You really like
being my slave, don't you?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied. My hand was now idly milking the last drops
out of my cock that was rapidly going limp. On my stomach was a pool of my
hot come, more of it than I ever remembered seeing. "What a mess you made
slave! Clean yourself up," she ordered. On her instructions, I used my
fingers to collect all of my cum and brought it to my mouth, where my tongue
licked up every drop. I couldn't believe I was doing everything she said,
but somehow I knew I could not refuse. Somehow this gorgeous woman had
altered me forever and I knew I would do anything for her........
THE END
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