The Wonderful World of BDSM

I don't get many visitors on here, but I am not really all that bothered to be fair.  I don't even get to do half the things I want to do at the moment due to one thing or another, but I can cope with that too.

And no doubt soon I will be inspired to write another tale on my site, which I will dedicate to him, because he is so very good and deserves a treat like that....

"Pick a number" she said. Kneeling at her feet, he looked up in confusion, and she pushed his head back down impatiently so he once more stared at her bright red toe nails. "Pick a number" she barked.

"umm; twenty five?..." he mumbled. He had no idea why he would have to pick a number; what was the right or wrong answer. Infact, knowing his Mistress, there wasn't a right answer!

She laughed at him. "Oh dear; you do know how to make things hard for yourself, don't you?!?" she sighed. Reaching down, she tilted his chin in her hands so he looked her in the face. "We are going to play a game" She said, "and the game goes like this..."

She sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned back, and spread her legs apart. He licked his lips in anticipation, hoping that the "game" would involve him removing her underwear and spending some quality time worshipping her. He was obviously very suprised when she then said she wanted him to maturbate himself, and looked at her silently begging for confirmation.

"You heard me right, little one.. I want you to maturbate. But here is the trick... I am going to count starting at the number one, and you can stroke yourself once. Then I will start again, and you can stroke yourself once when I get to the number two only. Then I will start again and you can stroke yourself once when I reach the number three only. Do you understand?"

He nodded his understanding - that she would do a countdown. Looking at her sat before him he doubted he would get beyond her reaching the number five, and wondered what the relevant was of choosing a number himself.

"Now here is the trick" she laughed, anticipating his confusion. "You are NOT permitted to come until we reach 25. Silly you picked a big number, and there is no telling when we will reach it! I am certainly in no hurry to do my countdown..."

There was a pause, and then suddely she sat forward and whispered in his ear.. "one!". Obediently he took his cock in his hand and gave it one firm stroke. Already he could feel the tingling of desire.

"Now remember, on my next count, I will start again from one, but you can't stroke until I reach two. This is the last time I will explain this to you" she said. He nodded, and waited. And waited. And waited. Then she said "one"; he ached to react, and moments later she said "two" and he took his second stroke.

She stood up, leaving him kneeling there already feeling in anguish. Picking up a coffee cup, she absent mindedly said "one", then went to the bathroom to refill the kettle. He heard her call "two" from the bathroom, and then there was silence whilst she put the kettle on, made herself a drink, and settled back down on the bed. Seated before him, it seemed almost five minutes before she finally uttered the long awaited "three".

By the time they reached eight, he really couldn't contain himself any longer and the heat spread throughout his body as his semen leaked from his cock and splattered across the bedspread. His Mistress eyed him in silence.

"you have disapointed me, my little one" she said. "You chose 25 and that was very ambitious, but you have failed me and now I will have to punish you." He bowed his head in remorse, and she pushed his head to the floor with her foot. His face was pressed sideways upon the floor, with her bare foot firmly pressing across his ear and his backside up in the air. And as she spanked him, she made him repeatedly say that "next time I will try harder".

And he swore to himself that he would!

Gemma peered around the kitchen door at the bar, watching the man sitting at the counter. He had been sitting there for some time, holding his glass but hardly drinking from it. Looking over to the left she could see another woman who was sat at one of the tables, also covertly watching the man at the counter. The two women made eye contact and smiled at each other.

Gemma glanced beneath the table and saw that the man's penis was growing hard in anticipation. He let out an audible gasp - Jessica had noticed his condition and had once again used her control device to bring him back in line with her wishes. With nothing but a nod from her, he pushed his penis back into the confines of his trousers, where it ached for released. The two women stood and let the man lead the way, the dull ache in his groin causing his walk to become more of a shuffle as he headed for the door. "hurry along" hissed Jessica "I am sure you don't want to earn yourself anymore beatings this evening - we intend to make good use fo you today...."

THE MISTRESS'S VIEW She was watching him sitting at the bar. She had arrived before he had, and she had shrunk back into her seat when he walked in the door, hopefully he would not see her. For him to notice her immediately was not part of her plan, and she didn't feel ready for him yet. He had fortunately seemed preoccupied when he had entered the bar; she was always pleased with his obedience, and this was evidenced by his total focus on sitting to wait at the bar as she had instructed him. She felt nervous watching him sit there. He filled her with excitement, but she had never revealed at their past three meetings that he was the first sub she had experienced. As much as she wanted to share this fact with him, she felt that it may make her appear weak and damage the dynamics of their relationship.

She began to feel more comfortable as she watched him at the bar. She noticed how he absent mindedly stroked the side of his beer glass, almost unaware of its contents. She noticed his frequent glances at his mobile phone. And his shuffling on the bar stool reminded him of the gift she had sent.

She flushed with pride and perhaps a little embarrassment as she recalled the fantastic find on the internet. A remote control cock ring that would inflict mild jolts of electricity. When it had been delivered, she had excitedly fingered the cold metal, admired the workmanship that could make such a gadget so discrete. She had felt waves of anticipation as she had imagined him wearing it, thoughts that had kept her shut away and entertained in her room for a few hours that morning. After debating whether to give it to him personally or post it, she had decided that post would be better – he had sent her a text the day before to confirm it had arrived.

She was surprised when she looked at her watch to realise that 45 minutes had passed since he had arrived in the bar. Eager to move on to the next step of her many plans for the day, she sent him a text – “walk towards the door, and turn right before you reach it. Do NOT under any circumstances STOP”. She had to smile as she pressed the send button, and watched for his reaction. She was keep to see the effect of her gift on him.

She could hear the beep of his mobile from where she was sat, and watch him fumble is his pockets to pull out his phone. His behaviour was more suited to someone who was waiting for a ransom note! She quickly ducked back into her seat as he glanced around, no doubt trying to see if he could spot her. When she looked again, he was beginning to head towards the door of the bar.

A young waitress had stopped what she was doing to watch his purposeful stride across the bar; she had noticed the waitress watching him earlier – maybe she was wondering why he was sat there alone for so long, maybe she found him attractive. No matter; now seemed a good time to experiment with the new toy. A press of the button resulted in an immediate reaction from him, and she had to try hard to suppress a very loud cry of glee, which she managed to reduce to quiet sniggers. He had stopped as though suffering from stomach cramps, but managed to recompose himself. Waiting just a few seconds, she pressed the button for longer and really stopped him in his tracks. The young waitress had approached him and asked him if he was okay. She was pleased to see how quickly – but politely – the young lady was brushed off, and he began his course once again.

As he turned towards her, she smiled wickedly at him and he smiled in acknowledgement. She could see the growing bulge in his trousers; it always boosted her confidence to see the impact she had on him. She held out her hand to him, which he obediently kissed, and then she nodded for him to sit opposite him. If only he knew the thoughts that were coursing through her mind at the moment, the many things she had planned for him – them – over the next few months. But especially for today.

Placing a foot between his parted legs, she pressed down on his scrotum and saw the look of surprise on his face. He had done well, but she would save his praise for later, when they were in the private seclusion of her room. "Now didn't I instruct you - quite clearly - not to stop under any circumstances?" she said, her foot pulsating up and down, as if she were tapping it impatiently on the floor. "You quite clearly stopped twice on your way over here, and in addition had the audacity to flirt with the waitress on your route!" She didn't truly feel angry, or believe that he had been flirting, but it gave her pleasure to watch the fleeting expressions that slid across his face. The urge to protest, the realisation that to do so would be foolish, and the inevitable acceptance that his Mistress was ALWAYS right. He hung his head and meekly apologised, and she made a mental note not to be too harsh with the whip later.

“Get it out” she ordered, nodding her head towards his trousers. He paused, but not for too long – she maintained a serious face, and kept her cool. She picked up her glass and slowly took a few mouthfuls of her drink as he fumbled under the table. His face was flushed, no doubt feeling both embarrassed and turned on by the situation. He was a good, obedient boy, which was what attracted her to him the most when they had first met. She leaned over the table to confirm that he had followed her instructions, and felt very proud of him as she admired his erect penis jutting from his trousers and twitching in anticipation. Resisting the urge to touch it at this time, she cupped his chin in her hand and kissed him fully on the lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He returned his kiss eagerly. “Such a good boy” She told him, sitting back down.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed the young waitress from earlier was approaching their table. He began to fumble under the table, and she felt angry that he would dare to do something without her instruction. “Don't you DARE!” she hissed “You leave that exactly where it is!” The waitress came closer and closer, and he looked as though he wanted to disappear into his seat. If only he could have noticed the looks exchanged between his Mistress and the waitress that were making her smile so much, he might have realised that this was all part of the plan for the day. But if he had realised that, oh, how it would have spoiled things!...

He sat at the bar, every bit looking like the professional business man killing some time during the evening of a very boring conference. His exterior of course was the opposite of how he felt inside. The butterflies were doing somersaults in his stomach; he knew She was here, that She was watching him from somewhere unseen. He had dressed as She had directed, was waiting where She had directed. Infact he had been waiting there for a good 45 minutes. The beer infront of him had hardly been touched. He didn't dare to even look around the room to see if he could see where She had secreted Herself.

He shifted uncomfortably as he suddenly remembered the cock ring She had directed him to wear that night. It wasn't so much as that it felt awkward, but more that he felt embarrassed wearing it in public, even though no-one else knew it was there. It was a strange embarrassment that passed almost as quickly as it arrived, because the more he thought about it the more it turned him on. His cock twitched impatiently in his trousers and he shuffled on his stool again to try and hide the growing tension. She had sent him the cock ring through the post and it had arrived the day before. He hadn't really had time to study it, but he knew there was something unusual about it.

The sound of his mobile bleeping made him jump and brought him back to reality. Pulling it eagerly from his pocket he saw that he had a message. A message from Her. With unconcious anticipation, he licked his lips and with fumbling fingers he pressed the button for "read". He read the message to be sure he understood it correctly - 'walk towards the door, and turn right before you reach it. Do NOT under any circumstances STOP'.

He glanced quicky over his shoulder to see if he could see Her, but she was no-where in sight. He got to his feet, straightened his jacked and trousers, fussed unnecessarily over his tie, and purposefully began to stride towards the door of the bar.

Before he realised what was happenening, he halted in his tracks in suprise and pain, as a shock of electricity went through his body, emenating from the strange cock ring. He made to take another step further and received another shock, making his gasp and take hold of the nearest chair. unaware of his dilema, the young waitress at the nearby table asked him with genuine concern if he was okay. He nodded, as the pain ebbed away and nervously began his journey towards the door again. The pain did not return, and as he reached the door and turned left, he could see his Mistress smiling wickedly in his direction.

As always, the sight of Her always resulted in strong stirrings in his trousers, and his heart missing a beat. He finally reached where She was sat, kissed Her outstretched hand, and sat down on the seat opposite Her where She directed him. Without a single change to her smile, he felt Her foot placed between his legs and firmly pushing on his scrotum.

"Now didn't I instruct you - quite clearly - not to stop under any circumstances?" She said, her foot pulsating up and down, as if She were tapping it impatiently on the floor. "You quite clearly stopped twice on your way over here, and in addition had the audacity to flirt with the waitress on your route!" He opened his mouth as if to argue but he knew that would be foolish; She knew he hadn't be flirting. This was all just part of the 'game'; part of Her control over him. He hung his head and meekly apologised.

"Get it out" She ordered. Nodding his head towards his trousers. He paused for a moment, debating whether She was joking, but one look at Her face confirmed that She was not. A brief look around confirmed that no-one was paying any attention to them; they were in a quiet and secluded part of the bar. He undid the button of his trousers and then the zip. He had no underwear on - she didn't approve of underwear. His cock came out eagerly, standing proud to see its Mistress. She leaned over the table to see better into his lap; seeing his manhood looking so erect pleased Her immensely. She cupped his chin in Her hand and kissed him fully on the lips, forcing Her tongue into his mouth. "Such a good boy" She whispered.

Noticing the waitress approaching their table, he began to nervously fumble under the table to hide himself from this stranger and avoid embarrassing both himself and his Mistress. She glowed at him across the table "Don't you DARE!" She hissed. "You leave that exactly where it is!"

As the smiling waitress came closer and closer, he could feel himself flushing bright red - but his cock seemed to have a different idea in mind and was standing to attention even more than ever....

s per Her instructions, he had left his house at 12:30, and was waiting in a cafe around the corner, watching the hands on the clock slowly ticking by. He had given his Mistress a key to his house some time ago; he was Her property and that meant that She had entitlement to everything that was his. It was something that She had never taken advantage of and he was never concerned that She might do something to humiliate him in public.

"So" She said. "Are you going to tell me the information I require?" Again, he shook his head "I don't know what you mean Officer" he replied - which was true, as he had no idea what She wanted to know. The whip cracked across his buttocks again and he felt the searing pain. Three more times She asked him the same question, three more times he replied in the same fashion, three more times he felt the whip. Pulling him by one arm, She brought him up so he was still kneeling on the floor but looking up at Her face as She leaned over him, cupping his chin in Her hand. "I have never failed to get the information I vant. I can see I vill have to use ALL my methods of interrogation on you!" She snarled. Releasing his chin with a jerk that nearly sent him falling forward again, She marched around the back of him and pulled his arms sharply behind his back. She bound his wrists together, and then She bound his arms together at the elbow. A blindfold was whipped across his eyes and then everything went dark... In his blindness, he wondered what She might have in store next - and he wracked his brain in a vail hope he might have some idea what the 'information' was that She was demanding...

The minutes that passed felt more like agonising hours. He knelt patiently, his arms bound behind his back at wrist and elbow and the blindfold blocking out any chance he may have had to see what She was planning for him next. He smelt Her before he felt Her presence; a delicate flowery perfume that always reminded him of Her whenever he smelt it - in the street, shopping, at work. He started in suprise when he felt her hands on his cock, and he felt the familiar cock ring being attached to him. The sound of a click confirmed that She had attached a leash to the ring, and with a tug, he felt himself being pulled to his feet. She didn't mutter a word, just pulled him stumbling up the stair case and then into the bathroom where She pushed him into the shower cubicle and on to his knees again. "Are you going to tell me vat I vant to know?" She asked. Again, he mumbled that he didn't know what it was she wanted. He let out an agonising yelp as he suddenly felt freezing cold water forcefully showering down on him. He struggled in a hopeless attempt to escape the coldness, but to no avail. He gave a sigh of relief when the water went off, and knelt there shivering, remembering the feel of the shower he had taken that morning which had been much MUCH different from this one. A gentle, tender voice whispered into his ear "my poor puppy is suffering. If only you would tell me vat I vant to know, this would all be over...." He couldn't help but sob his reply "tell me what you want and I will comply. Please!" He felt relief at a warm towel being wrapped around his body, probably fresh from the airing cupboard. A gentle kiss was placed on his forehead, and he was pulled out of the shower. On his knees once again on the bathroom floor, She rubbed him vigorously with the towel, like a wet dog, and he began to feel warmth returning to his body. The towel was removing, and he heard a creak as She sat herself on the toilet seat. "Now" She said "tell me vat I vant to know". Feeling relatively normal again, he struggled once more to guess what She could possibly be asking for but ame up with no answers. Hanging his head, he muttered "I am sorry, but I have no answer for you". The sound of Her leaping from Her seat made him jump again and involuntarily cower. "Hands and knees, and crawl this way!" She barked, and tugging him by his cock leash, She pulled him through to the bedroom. "You frustrate me!" She said angrily, untying his bindings "Vy can you not tell me vat I vant to know?".

His relief at having his arms unbound was temporary; She pulled on his arms and mercilessly attached cuffs to his wrists. Dragging him once again across the room, She ulled his arms above his head and attached each wrist to hoops above the door frame, with him facing the door. He knew what was coming next. He knew it was time for the whip...

He could hear the clock ticking on his bedside table, and the floorboards creaking as his Mistress moved around the room. He couldn't help the thoughts that raced through his mind - what information could She want from him? Would She whip him hard? What else whould She do to him?

His thoughts had distracted him, and his skin tingled with delight as he felt Her fingers trail down his spine. They retraced their steps, gradually progressing from a light touch to the scraping of Her nails, which he knew would leave red welts across his back. His body bucked against the door as he received a suprising slash across his backside with Her whip. He had almost forgotten it, and felt foolish. She laughed at his reaction, and he felt another crack across his back. She had let him hold the whip before; kiss it in gratitude after She had given him a good whipping with it. The six long strands were long and thin; She knew how to use them to best effect - causing some pain and some markings, but nothing that ever lasted too long. His back was beginning to sting, and he felt embarrassed when he realised how hard his cock had become, pressed against the door. His agonising moan was no longer a result of the pain of whipping he was receiving, but of the resulting pleasure, the tingling he felt deep within himself. As suddenly as it began, the whipping stopped, and he felt Her warm breath on his shoulder. "You going to tell me vat I vant to hear" She whispered "or do I have to continue?" Her hand was on one of this buttocks, squeezing hard, Her nails digging into the tender flesh. "Please Mistress - Officer. I am yours. I will do - or say - anything you please. I am completely your slave" he whimpered, the words pouring out of him almost without a thought. She stepped back from him, and then he felt the coldness of ice pressed against his hot skin. It soothed the lines where She had whipped him; the melting fluid tricked between his buttocks and he could hear it gently dripping on to the carpet.

Feeling Her unbuckling his wrists, he fell to the floor, kneeling at Her feet. She leaned over and removed his blindfolded; he blinked at the brightness of the light, and marvelled that it was still actually day time. It felt as though an eternity had passed. He dared a look up into her face and saw a flicker of a smile returned to him. Leaning over, she planted a delicate kiss on his forehead. "Now - that wasn't so hard, was it?" She said, speaking once again in her usual English accent. The realisation was slow to come to him, but it finally dawned that the 'information' She had been trying so hard to get from him had simply been his confession of complete submission to Her. She pulled on his leash and tugged him over towards the bed, where She removed Her underwear, sat on the edge and leaned back. "You have been a good boy, and you may take your reward. You may worship me freely - and if you do a good job I will allow you to release yourself." With a nod of Her head, he had approval to move more freely, and without hesitation he crawled towards Her invitating legs and with a mixed sigh of delight, relief, gratitude and joy he set his tongue to work to pleasure his mistress's most sacred place.

He shuffled forward on his knees towards Her opened legs, licking his lips in anticipation and his tongue extending from his mouth as his head tilted down towards Her sacred place. To his astonishment, he felt Her foot place upon his forehead and rapidly push him backwards, forcing him unsucessfully to reach behind him in an attempt to prevent a difficult landing. The thud of his back hitting the floor was accompanied by Her wicked laugh; She stood up from the bed pulling Her skirt back down and hiding that sacred place from him once again. Dropping to Her knees over his torso, She pinned his arms to the floor with Her legs and looked down on him with a mocking expression on Her face.

One of her nails began to trace a pattern down his cheek. "Oh, my silly boy. Did you really think it would be so easy? Did you think you would earn your reward so fast?" She asked in a quiet whisper. "Those words of submission mean nothing if you cannot follow them through..." His arms were beginning to ache, as the pressure of Her legs began to slow his circulation and he shuffled uncomfortably. He didn't know what the appropriate thing was to say, so instead he said nothing at all. With a sly smile, She stood up, a leg on each side of his torso, and Her hands placed authoritively on her hips. Slowly, She began to undo Her grey jacket to reveal a tight black corset that accentuated Her cleavage. She sat back on the bed with Her legs crossed, and placed a foot firmly on his genitals. Her heel began to press gently down on his scrotum.

"Who am I?" She asked, giving a sharp jab on Her heel which made him wince. "My Mistress" he replied, without hesitation. "And who are you?" She said, leaning forward and jabbing Her heel again. "Your submissive; your willing and devoted slave, Mistress" he said. "On your knees!" She barked, getting to Her feet. He awkwardly pulled himself up and knelt before Her, his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back. She bent down, fiddled with his cock ring, and then he felt a tug and She pulled on the attached leash. Obediently he fell on to all fours and followed her guidance. She leaned over and gave his backside a playful but firm slap that he knew would have left a bright red hand print. As they approached the top of the stairs, Her voice had a definate wicked streak in it as She gave him his next instruction "follow me down the stairs - and don't you dare get up from your hands and knees!" He stared woefully at the looming staircase and wondered how he was meant to achieve this feat without ending in a bundle at the bottom of the steps. His Mistress had set him such a simple but incredibly difficult task! He stared at Her shapely legs as She slowly descended, turning to look at him briefly as She reached the bottom and then disapeared into the living room. He gavea deep sigh, and with the ginger touch of a kitten reaching out to touch a pool of water for the first time, he placed one hand on the first step....

She looked at him kneeling pathetically on the floor, his eyes glued to ger feet and she stood towering over him, hands on hips. She was pleased that when she had entered the room he had remembered her instructions. He had undressed, placing his clothes in a neat pile on the chair, and then assumed this position without a word. This was the first time they had met in a situation like this; they had only met once before for a drink, and she had been ameable and freindly. Of course, she didn't let him see that she was pleased otherwise he wouldn't strive harder. She gave a deep sigh of despair, and he still silently and nervously waited. Ignoring him still, she turned and looked around the hotel room where he had arranged to meet her. She poked at the coffee facilities, stared out of the window for a while. Kept him waiting, shuffling, in anticipation and building fear. Very carefully she began to remove certain items from her bag. A pair of stockings, a corset anbd matching knickers, her home-made whip, a hair brush, and finally an old riding crop. She was stood with her back to him but she knew he was watching her place these items on the table, no doubt wondering what was in store for him. She afforded herself a secret smile, thinking of all the questions that must be running through his mind.

Turning swiftly on her heel, she just caught him lowering his head once more, affirming her suspicions that he had been watching her. She didn't say a word, and no doubt he thought that she hadn't noticed his misdemenour. It was more a case that she was saving his punishment for now. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she made him jump when she leaned forward and broke the silence. "Kiss me" She ordered. He made as if to get up but she stopped him dead in his tracks. "Stupid boy!" she barked; "do you think you are worthy to kiss me on my lips!?!? You've been staring at my feet for long enough, so show them some damn respect!!" She shoved one of her feet under his nose; holding her calf with one hand, he gently removed her shoe with the other and began to gently kiss her foot. Glancing across to her, he could se she wasn't impressed with her efforts and he began to try harder. He sucked her painted red toes, running his toes between the gap and being careful not to tickle her. He feathered kisses over every millimetre of her foot. Again, she gave a deep sigh. "Pathetic" She said. "No better than a dog... Are you a dog?" She paused and then with a smile she said "Oh, I think you are a dog. A stupid, disobedient little puppy". Leaning forward, she pulled a collar from her bag and fastened it around her neck. She snapped a leash into place and gave a jerk on it as she leaned back again on the bed. When she thrust her other foot in his face, he didn't need to be told twice, and began to repeat his efforts to worship her, this time endevouring even harder to please her.

When she was satisfied with the worship of her foot, she pushed him away, forcing him to stretch his arms our behind him to stop himself from falling backwards. She sat absent mindedly admiring her finger nails. "Go and have a shower. I want my subbie nice and clean for me. You've got three minutes - but your last minute in the shower is cold water only!" she said. Lifting his chin so she could look him in the eye, she said softly "don't try to cheat; I will know". On his hands and knees, he obediently crawled through to the bathroom and began to run the shower. Stepping in, the hot water gave him a feel of comfort and he closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of the water running over his head and face. He almost forgot about the woman waiting for him in the other room, until a voice closeby made him jump. "That's five minutes, boy! Far too long... Turn off the hot water, and stay in there until I say you can come out!" she barked. She had obviously come quietly into the bathroom whilst he was lost in his thoughts, and the voice sounded like she had been sat watching him from the toilet. The cold water hit him like an electric shock, causing him to involunatrily gasp, and he heard a quick laugh from her showing that she knew he had obeyed her. He desperately wanted to get out, to feel warm again. He wanted to hide from the falling water, to move out of its way, but she was probably still watching him and he would be punished. It seemed an eternity before he heard her voice drifting through from the other room, giving her permission to get out and dry himself. He didn't have to be told twice, and had never felt more grateful than when the towel, fresh from the raidiator, touched his skin. Rubbing vigorously, he felt his skin coming back to life. Once he was totally dry, he dropped to his knees and once again crawled through to the bedroom.

He halted in suprise when he made contact with her legs, and he took a quick look up at her, towering over him and looking right back. Whilst he had been gone she had changed into some of the items he had seen her take out of her bag earlier. She now wore a pair of ankle length helled boots with laces to the front, beige hold ups, black panties, and a black corset which accentuated her figure. She held the riding crop in one hand, tapping it into the palm of her other hand in an almost menacing fashion. He almost felt as though his heart missed a beat and he quickly reverted his gaze back to the floor as she started to circle his naked form. "You took far too long in the shower" she said "and as a result you have earned yourself your first punishment". Standing behind him, she leaned over so she could speak right into his ear. "You are mine now; you have to learn to obey me; that nothing matters but my command and MY pleasure. Go and bend over that chair." He shuffled over to the only chair in the room and laid his belly across it; she pushed him forward to that rather than his belly being in the centre of the chair, it was closer to the edge, and he was forced to hold on to the legs of the chair to stop himself from toppling forward. It wasn't a very comfortable position for him, but it had the desired effect for her of raising his arse higher in the air. His body tinlged as he felt her gently stroking his buttocks, lulling him into a sense of false security. As his body began to relax, he felt the first slap of her hand - gentle at first, but rapidly becoming harder and harder, alternating between his cheeks. When she had finished, satisfied that the warm glow spreading across his arse sufficed for the time being, she stepped back and asked him if he had anything to say. "Thank you Mistress for my punishment" he said. "I promise to try harder next time." She nodded in satisfaction. "Good boy. I don't want to you to think that I am a cruel mistress; you have been a good boy and have completed all the tasks that I set for you prior to our meeting. your worship of my feet was satisfactory, and now I am going to allow you to worship at my sacred alter. Come to me and remove my knickers." He forgot the dull pain ebbing from his buttocks and eagerly shuffled over to her on his knees. Unsure what he was meant to do next, he looked up at his mistress for reassurance. "Remove my knickers, boy" she said firmly. Gingerly, he reached up to her thighs and genently began to ease her knickers down to her feet. She stepped out of them and sat herself down on the edge of the bed and then lay back. "You may begin" she said calmly.

Involuntarily, he licked his lips. This was his opportunity to show his mistress how worthy he was of her; he had thought so much of this moment and now the time had arrived. He was suprised to see her pussy was completely devoid of hair; the sight made his cock harden and he wished that he could touch it but knew that was not allowed. Her pleasure came first. Her pussy was very neat, the lips sat closely together hiding her clitoris but (he noted with satisfaction) a gleam of wet showing through. using his fingers, he pulled her lips to each side, revealing her already wet clitoris, and he ducked his head and began to lick and suck. Gently at first, but then increasing in intensity as she began to encourage him with quiet sighs of "yes... yes". The intensity of her orgasm made him glow with pride; as his tongue manipulated her body, she began to gasp in pleasure and her body bucked and spasmed. He eagerly licked at the flowing juices until she ordered him to stop. Sitting back on his haunches, he waited whilst she recomposed herself; watched her heaving breast as she lap there enjoying the last ebbs of her orgasm in silence.

All he ever wanted to do was please her; at times the need made him ache deep inside, and he was always striving to bring a smile of satisfaction to her face. Right now, his lady was luxuriating in a bath he had run himself - he had been very careful to ensure that it was just the right tepmerature for her. He'd helped undress her, admired her pale body; he'd sat by the bath and gently soaped her all over, and was now in the process of massaging conditioner into her hair. He took his time as he knew she loved this the most. There were frequent times when very little was said, but he knew what was expected of him and that didn't require words. When she stepped out of the bath he would wrap a towel around her and follow obediently while she walked through to the bedroom. Once she was there and laying on the bed, he would rub her body all over with moisturising cream - taking his time, and not rushing any part of it. If he had done a good job and pleased her well, she would open her legs to him, permit him to nuzzle her shaven pussy that sometimes he had shaved himself, licking and sucking at it until he was able to bring her to orgasm. After that, she would allow him to sit on the floor at her feet with his head in her lap. She would absent-mindedly stroke his hair whilst they talked, although sometimes she would just sit in silence. How he loved to please her...