The Mistress - Part 2

Tight leather hugs the contours of my body. Lace with buttons tightly closed, boots secured over my calves and slightly over the knee. I run my hands over my body, feeling the slick, smooth material against my fingertips. I grab the cat-o'-nine-tails from the reach in the dungeon and walk with confidence down the hall, every hair in place, the whip rubbing my thighs as I walk. I am a professional mistress. BDSM is my profession.

The door to my bedroom is slightly open, and I hear the heavy breathing of the man inside. The thought of punishing a complete stranger makes my pussy tingle. I open the door to find him kneeling on the floor, facing away from me. He wears nothing but boxer shorts, his head down, revealing his shoulder-length, wavy black hair.

His tan body gleams with sweat, and I see his muscles rippling in the candlelight. His thighs barely fit into his shorts. My mouth waters at the sight of him, and my pussy drips with pleasure and anticipation. I can hear his breath catch in his throat when he senses my presence.

"Stand up!" I command with a stern voice.

"Yes, mistress," he responds, his heavy Spanish accent evident.

He stands gracefully in one smooth motion. His body is perfect, like that of a Greek god. He looks up quickly, and I see large hazel eyes framed by long eyelashes. A heart-shaped mouth that I want to kiss and feel on my body.

"Turn around!" I order, still standing in the doorway. I walk over to him and run my hand over his body, starting at his neck and working my way down to his ass. I squeeze his hard cheek with my right hand, and I hear him moan.

"Did I tell you to make any noise?" I command, walking around to face him. Even with my four-inch heels, he still towers over me. He looks me in the eyes, and I see his lips curl into a smile. "No, mistress," he replies. I smack his face hard with my gloved hand.

He flinches and looks back down at the floor. "If I see you crack another smile like that, I promise you will be sorry." I grab his face between my fingers, forcing him to look at me. "Now get down on your knees and lick my boots! I want them clean." I push his face away, and he quickly drops to his knees and begins licking my boots. He starts with the toes and licks his way toward the heel.

My pussy is dripping wet, and I have to fight the urge to close my eyes and moan. I look down at my beautiful submissive, his eyes closed, his skin glistening in the candlelight. He glances up to meet my gaze, his eyes burning into my soul, and moves to the next boot, continuing to lick.

Faint moans escape him. "Sit back on your knees!" I order. "You enjoy that too much!" I glance down to see his cock rock hard, having slipped through the slit in his boxer shorts. "What is this?" I poke at his dick with the tip of my shoe, smudging the leather with his pre-cum. He tries to hide it with both hands, and shame washes over his face as he looks down. "And just what did you plan on doing with that?" I ask, walking around him and dragging the ends of the whip over his skin. I see him shudder slightly. "I don't know, mistress," he responds, his heavy Spanish accent making my knees weak.

"Get up. What do you mean you don't know?" I grab him by the hair to make him stand quicker. "It just happened, mistress. I don't know," he says, sounding ashamed. "Do I excite you?" I don't know his name, nor do I care to know. "Yes, mistress," he replies. I reach down and grab his big, stiff cock with my gloved hand. "Is this why your cock is hard? Because I excite you?" I ask, pushing him against the wall. His back hits first, then his ass. "Take your shorts off now," I command, getting into the moment and wanting more than anything to control him. He grabs the waistband of his shorts and pulls them down, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor.

"Come here now!" I order. He walks over to me, and I motion for him to turn around. "Do you want me to whip you?" I ask, my breath coming in slow, shallow waves, making my chest rise and fall against the leather bodice I am wearing. "Yes, mistress!" he breathes. My heart pounds in my chest as I pick up the whip, the cat-o'-nine-tails hangs level with his butt as I pull my hand back, my right foot slightly in front of my left, and smack the leather straps across his ass with a loud crack.

I see him flinch and his ass clench. "May I have another, mistress?" I hear him whisper. I draw back again and smack him a little harder; this time, it lands right above his ass on the small of his back. His back arches, and a small noise escapes his lips. "Do you still want more?" I ask. "Yes, mistress, I am yours to do with as you please." I can see red welts beginning to form where the whip has struck his skin. "Is that right?" I ask.

A feeling of desire sweeps over me, and I debate whether to let this go all the way. I have never felt such passion for a client. I want to feel his cock deep inside the walls of my dripping wet pussy.

"Yes, mistress, I am yours," he says, and I crack the whip across his backside once, twice, and a third time. My submissive buckles and falls to his knees. He moans as his muscular back ripples with muscles I have never seen before. His hair is wet with sweat and sticking to his face.

"Get up and come here…now!" I command. My body tingles with lust. My breasts heave, and I become acutely aware of the tight leather against my skin. My fingers begin to run up and down my belly, tracing the contours of my sides and up to my breasts.

He walks over to me, and our eyes meet once again. I reach out and wrap my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling his lips toward mine. His soft lips press against mine, and his long, snake-like tongue enters my mouth. My hands roam over his body, feeling the ripples of his muscles against my fingertips. I find his nipples and pinch them hard between my fingers. His breath catches, then he sighs. He kisses me more passionately, bringing his hands up to dare to touch me.

"You had better fuck me right," I say between kisses. I reach down and begin stroking his cock with my left hand. His hand runs up my side and cups my right breast. I close my eyes, and a moan escapes my lips as I feel his fingers unlacing my corset, freeing me from my leather bonds. My breasts gleam in the candlelight, white as ivory, with pink nipples standing erect and vulnerable.

His lips move from my mouth to my chin and then to my neck. I entwine my fingers in his long hair, guiding his head to my breasts as he begins licking each one, alternating between them. His tongue moves in circles around my nipples before he shifts his attention from my breasts to my belly, tracing a line from my stomach to my navel. His hands cup my ass as he licks my thighs, the lace of my legs rubbing against the sides of his five-o'clock shadow. I can feel his hot breath against my pussy.

I tremble against his face, feeling his tongue on my inner thigh. His fingers begin searching for what is hidden beneath my leather crotchless panties. I feel him tracing the lips of my pussy, my slick juices coating his fingers. He looks up at me and slides two fingers into my tight, wet slit. I moan and throw my head back, pure pleasure coursing through my body.

"Do you like that, mistress?" he asks.

Never before had a client taken charge. I had never let my guard down, no matter how turned on I got.

"Yesssss!" I hiss as he removes his fingers and plunges his tongue deep inside me. This time, it is my legs that buckle, almost sending me falling to the ground. I feel his hands tracing the seams of my stockings, running along the backs of my thighs. His tongue makes me feel as though surges of electricity are shooting through me.

I feel myself beginning to climax, my toes curling in my boots. My whole body begins to shudder as my first orgasm courses through me. I feel his fingers moving up my hips, and his hand closes around my wrists. He stands up and turns me around, holding me tightly by the wrists as my body still pulses from the immense orgasm.

This time, it is he who pushes me against the wall. "I think I am in charge now, mistress." He spreads my legs apart with his huge muscular thighs. "I am going to fuck you like no one else has ever fucked you before!" he declares.

He grabs my ponytail, causing my head to arch back. I feel his hot breath on my skin as his lips kiss the back of my neck. Goosebumps rise over my flesh. His tongue flicks across my skin, and he says, "You will call me master, do you understand?" He kisses my ear and pulls my hair harder, making my breath catch in my throat. "Yes, master!" I whisper helplessly.

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