I see you in the bar, sitting, beer in hand. You're watching the bandintently, the music filling your blood. At the break, I make my way to yourtable, ostensibly to talk to one of the musicians there. I sit down at yourside, brushing against you briefly, seemingly ignorant of the contact. ButI'm watching your reaction. I feel you twitch, and your heart beats a littlefaster. Good.
The musician at your table knows me. We talk briefly, then he leaves us.I introduce myself. You look at me, the tactlessness of your youth betrayingyour polite instincts. I lean back in the chair, stretching my long legs, andallow you a better look. I pull out a cigarette; you quickly (TOO quickly)light it. While I was not looking for the kill, and I am not dressed to hunt,you are too willing a victim to leave alone. You are young and eager. I ammature and experienced. It's a wonderful match for now.
I make two more trips to the bar; you watch me, rolling your eyes wistfullyover my 6'2" frame. Be careful what you wish for. The music continues, butmy presence is beginning to fill your blood much more than the music. Youwant to leave, but your ride is on-stage at the moment. "Can I give you aride home?", I ask. You eagerly accept, and the trap is sprung.
We get into the car, and I note with amusement that you're sitting a re-spectful distance away. I drive off, and as I make the first turn, you sud-denly rediscover your voice. "I forgot to tell you where I live.", you say,sheepishly. I pull the car over, unfasten my seat belt, and lean over you,pinning you to the seat. I kiss you aggressively. It's a good kiss. Tonguesduel actively. My hands, one on your chest, the other, pressing against yourthigh, give me a physical sense of your reaction. My presence fills yoursenses and your soul. I pull away, composed. You are anything but. Whatmade you think I meant your home, silly boy? I hear you swallow. You're a-fraid of me. This isn't the last time you'll know that feeling.
We drive on, as your fear and your fantasies battle in you. I can almosthear them in the silence of the car. When we arrive at my house, I wait foryou to try and run away. It would be a long walk back to the bar, but sometry anyway. You don't run, and it would seem that your fantasies have won thebattle. As I close the front door behind us, it is definitely too late foryou to reconsider. I pull you to me for another kiss. Surprise at my aggres-sion delays your response, so eager and welcome when it comes. I caress yourmanhood through your pants. It is time. We are both ready.
I lead you up the stairs to my bedroom, where the first of many surprisesawaits. I wait for you outside the bathroom, and pull your pants down whenyou come out. I guide you, stumbling, with your pants around your anklestowards the bedroom. Both of us laugh. You for the absurdity of walking withpants around the ankles, and I in anticipation of the reality that your fan-tasy has not prepared you for. I open the bedroom door, and gently urge youto enter first. I hear the gasp of surprise as you regard Ann, my maidser-vant, who is sitting on the bed, naked.
"Mistress?", she queries. Her blonde hair covers her petite breasts, andher blue eyes regard me, awaiting my command. I feel a little twinge of de-sire for her, but I am busy holding you tightly, and blocking your exit. Icommand Ann to service you. Your struggles subside as Ann takes you in herwarm, soft, wet mouth, and fellates you with the loving care I commanded.
I undress, watching you stroke Ann's hair with bliss on your face. "Hewants to fuck you, Ann. I want him to fuck you." Ann lay on the bed, partedthighs inviting you. You look at me nervously. I smile and nod, and youmount my maidservant. Her legs wrap around your back, as her wet cunt wel-comes you. Your lust begins to take over, and you pump at her enthusiasti-cally, forgetting about me. I reach into the drawer, and pull out some toys.I smile to myself, knowing that you are unaware of my existence, let alone myactions.
I hear your breathing get more ragged, and Ann moans happily at yourthrusts. The room smells of sex. I quietly approach you from behind, but youcouldn't stop now if your life depended on it. I push the greased anal probeinto your ass and hear you grunt in pain and pleasure. Every muscle in yourbody goes stiff, and then you jerk violently as I twist the probe. You ex-plode into Ann, triggering her orgasm. I stimulate you from within, Ann'scunt stimulates you from without, and you moan and jerk uncontrollably eachtime I move the probe. Finally, you give one last shudder, and collapse ontop of Ann as I withdraw the probe.
You are handcuffed before you have strength to fight it. "What are you do-ing?", you ask, frightened. I drag you down the steps, any further proteststilled by the panties I stuffed in your mouth. Then we go to the basement.Ann follows us quietly. I turn on the light, and watch the fear grow in youreyes as you regard my dungeon. My pussy begins to itch at the sight, and Itell myself not yet, Alice.
Ann helps me secure your feet, then adjusts the padded table so I can bendyou over. The cuffs are removed, and your arms are secured by ropes, thenpulled away from your body. You are bent over, arms and legs spread, com-pletely at my mercy. Ann removes her panties from your mouth, and you immedi-ately scream for help. As if anybody could hear you in the soundproofed room.Still...
Thwack! goes the riding crop across your butt. You yelp in real pain, andtears flow. I hit you again. And again. You are crying freely now, and mypussy is crying as well. I have Ann rub some soothing cream on your burningrear, while I prepare for the next act. "Kneel, and watch silently, myslave." Ann obeys immediately. She is the well-trained one, isn't she?
Hanging from a strap around my waist, the dildo touches the separation ofyour ass cheeks. You immediately tense, and beg me not to do it, with aheart-wrenching sob. I egg you on, and you beg harder, believing that I maynot do it if you beg hard enough. I listen to your futile pleas, and watchthe phallus bob with my every movement, getting very excited. I begin to pushthe plastic phallus into you. You cry in pain and humiliation as I begin tothrust at you. I fuck you in the ass. The role reversal adds intensity tothe feelings I get when the dildo presses against my clit with each forwardthrust. I revel in the domination, and the throbbing of my clit responds byincreasing.
I stop and withdraw, leaving you sobbing, hurt, humiliated, but with anerect penis. Your humiliation grows with the realization, as well. Ann helpsme move the table, and the strain of being supported mostly by your arms showson your face. Your penis begins to shrink. Ann and I move the barber's chairin front of you. You look up, pain, anger, and malice in your eyes. I sitregally on my throne, and tease my cunt with the riding crop. I haven't comeyet, and your mouth is to be the instrument of my orgasm.
You start to speak, but the crop flicks across your back, leaving fire.The tears reappear in your eyes, washing away the anger and malice in them.Our eyes lock. "You will suck my pussy until I come." Ann begins to playwith your penis, and you moan at her touch. She stops as soon as you showpleasure. "Suck my pussy.", I state. You don't move. The riding croptouches you, and you flinch. Ann teases you, and I quietly repeat, "Suck mypussy..." It isn't long before you tentatively strain towards me.
"What are you trying to do?", I whisper. Your head moves closer to my wet,musky cunt, but the chair is too low for you to reach it. "Say it.", I urge."Say you want to suck your mistress' pussy." Ann continues to tease yourcock. You lose all resistance. "I want to suck your pussy, please." I don'treact, and there is a long silence. "Mistress." The word is whispered, withmore than a hint of distaste, but it's good enough for now.
Ann leaves you and jacks up the chair at my signal. Your mouth fastens onmy cunt, tongue driving into me, and bolts of electricity charge through mybody. My hips thrust at you as I gasp in joy. The riding crop falls to thefloor and I grab your head with both hands. I push your face between my legs,thrusting my hips forward, and smothering you in my juices. You suck on myclit, and the orgasm I had been working on all night arrives with full impact.
I scream loudly, but I can't breathe. Vivid colors flash like strobesaround me, and my hips shake, pumping up and down without conscious thought.I am no longer capable of conscious thought, no longer in control. My entirebody is on fire, and it radiates from where your tongue comes in contact. Imoan incoherently, panting, then not breathing, heart racing, then stopping.I am unaware of anything except the ecstasy of this moommmeeennnnntt...
I am dimly aware of a wetness at my breasts. The fire has gone out, re-placed by a warmth all over my body. I can breathe, and my heart has resumedbeating. As my sight returns, Ann is tonguing my breast. You are still sus-pended, in obvious pain. I tell Ann to loosen your arms, and release yourlegs. You fall to your knees immediately. Your body is too sore to move. Iapproach slowly, kneel in front of you, and kiss you ferociously, to rewardyou for my orgasm. I taste myself in your mouth, and fondle your cock gently.
You are excited, but too stiff and sore to move. You want me. You can'thave me just yet. Ann and I raise you to your feet, and lock your legs again,but they are spread only a little bit so you can stand. We pull your armsskyward. I stand in front of you as Ann fastens the dildo and its harnessaround me. Your eyes plead silently, but no cry or protest escapes your lips.I walk behind you, and play with your flaccid cock. I kiss you, making yourespond, despite yourself. Your cock grows, headed to full erection as I playwith you, and you moan sweetly into my mouth.
You moan in pain as I force the dildo between your cheeks. You cry, butthe humiliation of the act is more responsible for the tears. I begin to pumpat you, wrapping my hand around your penis, and stroking you in time with mythrusts. You are responding fully to me, pain and pleasure fighting for con-trol of your body. I lean over and kiss you, and you give in completely tome, humiliated in ways that you had not dreamed. Your tongue searches mymouth urgently, passionately. It's not long until you growl and grunt. Annkneels in front of your twitching cock.
I stroke your cock and pump at your ass. The first white spurt hits her inthe chin, and I watch your sperm fly through the air, propelled by the con-tractions that I am causing. You shudder massively, and go limp after thelast spurt leaves you. I withdraw to attend to my maidservant. I clean herlovingly of your come, and she kisses me gratefully for the pleasure.
You are released, and led docilely to the bedroom upstairs. I kiss Anngoodnight, then you. It is a torrid, torrid kiss, and you are mine. You havedone well tonight, and tomorrow is my day off. You still have much to learn.
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