“You won’t
forget to call me next Valentine’s Day will you?”
My face was still between his legs and my lips were brushing up against
his balls. I was almost speaking into his balls and I knew that he was
tense, expecting me to bite again.
“No Mistress.”
I leaned in closer and ran the tip of my tongue down the shaft of his
cock. I felt him shiver and when I began to flick my tongue across the
underneath of the head of his cock he began to moan softly.
That was enough; I slid my tongue under the tip of his cock and lapped
it. I could taste his precum and it excited me. Tangy and salty, I wanted
more and I wanted to torture him and make him suffer.
He knew that he was not permitted to cum and there were often times in
the past when I had ridden that glorious cock and taken my pleasure as
orgasms filled my head and stormed through my body. But at the same time
I had refused him permission and he had been forced to give me the pleasure
that I denied him.
This time my pleasure was to lick the smooth silky head of his cock and
listen to him whimper as he struggled to hold back the torrent of cum
that I knew was welling up inside him. He knew that I enjoyed his taste
and I had delighted in telling him that the taste of his precum always
made my pussy throb but he knew better than to give in to the burning
desire for release that filled him.
I brought him to the brink … and then I withdrew my tongue, turned my
head and bit him again but this time the line of my teeth ran down his
shaft and onto the sensitive head of his cock. His strangled cry filled
me with pleasure.
He knew that I would tolerate some sound from him whenever I hurt him
but he also knew that it could only ever be subdued. No matter what I
did to him, there were to be no loud screams or cries of agony. It was
simply not permitted.
This time his cry was a little above what I tolerate and so I stood up
and took the riding crop that he had suggested and began to apply it to
his ass. Not quickly, or savagely but in slow strokes that left red marks
on his pale skin and gave him plenty of time to enjoy the pain.
A little saliva rubbed into the marks enhances the pain and so I condescended
to enhance his experience.
“Thank you Mistress.”
My pussy was soaked and aching for action. I had a burning hunger for
his cock to be deep inside me but I had an obligation to him. He was my
submissive and he should be treated with respect. I took my bamboo cane
from the corner of the room and patterned the inside of his legs with
bright, angry, red stripes.
“Thank you Mistress.”
If you want some pain with your pleasure then this is where you will find
it.
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