A Hooker's Sex Stories
A Hooker's Sex Stories |
|
|
Ultimate SurrenderYesterday afternoon I spent time with a guy were those boundaries are changeable. He has been coming to see me ever since I moved to where I am now and he was the one who first got me thinking in terms of domination and submission. He has become more than a client and is now a dear friend with whom I enjoy spending time. And it was with him that I first found those clear distinctions between domination and submission were beginning to blur. By the time I realised that they were blurring I didn’t want to stop the drift and now his visits are a time when both of us enjoy dominating and submitting. As always, his arrival yesterday was preceded by a phone call. “Can Mistress Marie see me this afternoon?” As always, the answer was in the affirmative. I could never turn away a guy who has helped me see a whole new interesting aspect to sex. When he arrived I met him at the door dressed in a pure white chemise. I know that the common image of a dom is a woman in leather or PVC but it’s hot where I live and my house is not air conditioned although fans and good ventilation do keep it bearable. Besides, domination is so much in the mind and he does not need any other suggestions. He knows that when he arrives he is under my control. I took him into the bedroom and ordered him to take his clothes off. “Yes Mistress.” He is always polite and subservient and he really needs to be so today because he failed to call me on Valentine’s Day and he knows that he will be punished for that omission. I showed him my collection of whips, paddles and canes and ask him to choose for me. He chooses a riding crop and I take him to the end of the bed and order him to bend over it. “Yes Mistress.” I let him wait a few moments, anticipation is a wonderful thing and it gives me a chance to admire his body. He is a big man and well hung. I have taken my pleasure on his thick cock many times and my pussy was throbbing at the thought of being stretched around that magnificent organ once more. Even though I haven’t touched him, and he can’t see me because I am standing behind him, that beautiful cock is beginning to swell. “I have a surprise for you.” “What is that Mistress?” I didn’t answer him. Instead I opened a drawer and took out a short metal chain, it’s very similar to what you would see on a dog’s lead. He could hear the rattle of the links but he couldn’t see it and he knew better than to more from where I had placed him. It is a standing instruction that when he comes to me he knows that he is to wear a leather cock ring and I know that he would never disobey me. He also knows that he is to wear the cock ring so that it sits behind his testicles. That cock ring has a small, but strong, metal clip hanging down from it and I attached one end of the chain to that clip. Then I went to the bag that he brought with him. He always brings it and it usually contains a small tribute for me and any toys that he thinks might interest me. I rummaged in it and found something that he showed me last time he came. I take it out and clip it to the other end of the chain. He gasped as I let it drop and the heavy weight from his bag pulled down on the chain. “Thank you Mistress.” “You failed to call me on Valentine’s Day?” “Yes Mistress.” “Don’t you care for me?” “I do Mistress!” “Do you need something to help you remember to call me next Valentine’s Day?” “Yes Mistress.” I dropped to the floor behind him and while I knelt there I reached between his legs and took hold of the chain. I pulled it back and his testicles moved within reach. I heard him catch his breath as the tip of my tongue brushed against his scrotum and he moaned softly as my tongue traced a line over the stretched skin. I slowly ran my tongue under his ball sack and leaned closer and I could feel him become tense. When I bit his balls he yelped but he knew not to make too much noise or I would do it again and even harder the second time. So I did it anyway. “Thank you Mistress.” ] Posted: Monday 21st February 2005, 4:07 PM |
