We have settled on the date for several days already but I simply could not help myself to not be excited and nervous and thrilled of what was going to happen. It was not our first session nor would it be our last. Nevertheless, having a session ahead of myself is always filled with uncertainty. Not the uncertainty that makes you fear the experience. It is a rather strange feeling. A feeling of being torn, of the knowledge that I will give myself up and put myself in her hands.
“Are you alright?” Her voice was calm and curious when she approached me. A small bag was already waiting besides the bed on a chair near the table. Another familiar thing that I already knew from the past.
“Yeah, the usual. Nervous, excited, giggling and fiddling. But underneath that, my trust keeps everything together.” I smiled widely at her. Just the calm question made me feel at ease.
“Don’t believe that charming will make me go easy on you” We both shared a loud giggle. She just always knew how to ease up any tense situation. Or rather, how to ease up and let me allow to get into my mindset. “Do you remember the safe word?” I gave her a nod.
And then, suddenly and without much of a warning, I could see how her just so light-heartedly, giggling face turned stern. It was not any harsh expression, but it seemed sly. I could tell that she was already imagining me in whatever predicament she wanted me to get into although I had no idea at this point what was on her mind.
“Strip. Like the usual way. I want to keep the last bit for myself.” The voice sounded thin and yet filling up the whole room. She shifted to a slightly lower tone and her pronunciation was clear, firm, an emphasis on each of the words. My hands immediately moved along my body. At first, I roamed them up my shirt which I rolled up my body and then dropped down on the side. She came closer, slowly approaching me and reaching out with her hand. Her fingers dragged along my freshly exposed skin. It was an exquisite rush for me, a sensation that lied on my skin, leaving tingling and warm feelings behind.
I had to focus again to keep up with her task but my fingers clenched and I leaned closer to her and into that sweet touch. Her fingers circled one of my nipples and I closed my eyes as my fingers just slipped into my pants but somehow must have forgotten to tug at them because the next touch I felt was a pinch right over the sensitive nub. I gasped, my eyes staring at hers. She simply gestured at my lower body and lightly rolled the nipple between her index and thumb. My body shuddered and I whimpered out, more to myself than to cause her satisfaction as well. Though, I was sure she enjoyed each and every sound of this.
“Good Boy” Goosebumps appeared all over my body as the sweet words were whispered right into my ear once my pants dropped to the ground. The tension of her fingers quickly lifted, the blood rushed back into my sensitive chest. I looked down myself and back her. The contrast
could not have been more obvious: I stood naked, she clothed. I was shivering, she was a ray of confidence and control. I was whimpering and needy for her, she was dominant, towering, playing with the power she was so well aware she had over me. Her fingers began their dance over my body once more. I felt alive and on fire as she glides them over my belly. She stepped around me and soon enough I could feel her body pressing into my back.
“Mmmh M—Miss” It was an effort to form any words already with her so completely surrounding me. The effort only increased as her hand cupped the tent forming in my underwear. It was a possessive, but soft grab – not to cause pain, but neither to cause pleasure. It was a show of her power and I succumbed to it. She denied me her words once more, only giggling at my moaning stutters and pointed at a chair in the middle of the room.
Her hand let go of me and I felt lost for a few seconds before her sounds and some shuffling and clattering of metal and other objects brought me back into the room. My body moved forward automatically and although my thighs felt unsteady and shaky, I managed to close the distance and sit myself down on the chair. I placed my legs against the legs of the chair and put my arms behind the back of it. Then I just watched her. I did not dare to move and she took her time. Handcuffs, two gags, a blindfold, a crop, the cage, a vibrator were lied down on the table. Then she put away one of the gags, grabbed rope and placed it near the bed. Then she took another look.
She knew she was teasing me with this all and that I watched every bit of it. My thighs clenched and my cock became harder and harder with each new toy she put out or back in. It must have been ages, or just a couple of minutes, until she grabbed the cuffs and the coil of rope. “No movements now, ok? I don’t want my good boy to ruin his well-earned reward.”
The cuffs snapped first. She locked them around my wrists behind the chair to simply keep me there. However, she grabbed a handful of the rope coils and wrapped a few additional looks around my torso and the chair tying the knot behind the chair to keep me pressed against the seat. Next, she used two more ropes to secure my ankles as well as my legs below the knee to the chair. She made sure I had to spread my legs, making the underwear stretch out and keep nothing hidden – not that there was a chance for this, but she exploited every bit of the humiliation from me being so utterly exposed to her.
I gave the restraints a few playful and testing squirms and struggles. My hands strained up against the cuffs which were most secure, but I could not even lift my arms away from the chair with the rope with which she secured my torso. I was trapped against the chair without a chance to hide anything from myself and with no possibility to stand up – or close my legs in the chair. She just watched me with a smile. It was casual, warm but also observant. I met her gaze and nodded briefly – a secret sign that no limbs were tingling or cut off from circulation.
“I never know who teases who when you are like this, you know? It’s so fucking hot how helpless you are, how much you squirm, how fucking dependent you are on me. Isn’t that right? You are just my toy.”
Her words stopped all my less than serious attempts at freeing myself. I focused on her and: “Yes, Miss” I answered her quickly while her eyes roamed at me once more. She circled me and soon stood behind my tied body again. I twisted by head, but I could only see her arms and hands moving and I could hear the shuffling of clothing.
“I want you to say it. Not to answer me, but to say it yourself, toy.” The revelation of her intentions made me freeze in the chair. My already limited movements came to a stop and had me question at the degrading thought. I was about to open my mouth to stammer an answer to her when her fingers graced by cheeks and her index and thumb loosely played with my lips. She slipped the fingers effortlessly into my mouth, just silencing me before I slowly began to suck the remaining air down my lungs and seal my lips around her digits.
“Answering… mmh—haa.. answering is just repeating. I—haa.. I mmmh don’t want you to repeat. I want to feel you, to have your mind.. mmh.. know that you are my personal, submissive, good, obedient, little toy”
As she spoke, her fingers slowly thrusted in and out my lips, pressing down on my tongue and back against my throat until I let out a gagged sound, then easing up the pressure again to just rest there. Her words teased my mind and my body even more. I wanted to say those words, admit to anything that I did not even fully listen and comprehend all her moans. She enjoyed my mouth a few more seconds, then plopped her fingers out to wipe them down along my cheek. My mouth immediately opened again.
“Ahh.. yes, yes Miss. I- I- I am your toy, your slut, your plaything. Fuck, I love when you have all the controoohhmmh”
Her other hand found its way up between my parted, brabbling lips. This time, however, it was not her bare fingers, but a familiar stuck on them. My mind pictured one and the other thing together. She must have stripped, at least a little, and she must have used the time to enjoy just how I was squirming in the chair. It did not matter much to me though. All I could think about was that sweet, seductive taste on my tongue and the fingers that thrusted back and forth once more.
“I know you do, toy. You are such a good boy” Her mouth was right beside my ear, whispering the sweet praise inside just when her fingers retreated from my mouth once more. I quietly whimpered out, feeling desperate for any of her attention, any of her touch, any of her words even as she just admired the work of my lips. And then, finally, her wet fingers and the messy hand moved down the chair right over my boxershorts. I failed to hold back my gasps and my
moans as she just so teasingly began to massage and stroke the outside. It made my body go wild already and I squirmed once more against the tight ropes and the cuffs. I huffed, humped, buckled into her to maybe have her hands just slide underneath the waistband. Her fingertips stayed around the tip of my shaft and coloured my underwear in the remains of my drool, her juice and probably some of my pre-cum already.
“Oh, I have such an eager toy, hmm? An eager boytoy that can’t even wait for his Mistress? That can’t wait to hear her go? That can’t wait for her to say those three, sweet words of release?”
“Please, Mistress.. ca– can you.. go.. unde– mmh” My sweet plea turns into a louder moan and succumbs fully when she grabs my shaft and just teasingly strokes it a few more times over the fabric. I hear her chuckling, an always ringing reminder of her personal amusement and her joy whenever she makes me all fuzzy. My eyes press shut together in a desperate attempt to concentrate, to focus on the pleasureful touches and the sparks they ignite in me. But all of the sudden my thoughts just vanish when I feel her lips pressing on mine, her tongue pushing down on mine, her moans mingling with my own whimpers. I gasp into her mouth and open more and more to invite her in. I can feel her tongue exploring the inside, leaving wet droplets of her own saliva while she sucks around my tongue and lips.
And then a shudder goes through my being. She used the distraction of the kiss to dive her hand underneath the waistband and finally stroke my bare erection. It was exquisite, overwhelming, incredible. My thighs tremble and tug on the ropes, somehow trying to protect exposed and stripped bare crotch but nothing can stop her – and nothing can give me any control. My whimpers are silenced by her ongoing kiss and I begin to pant. It was difficult for me to keep my composure, to keep my breathing, to kiss her back. All three at the same time quickly left me panting and wanting more from her while also needing the space for fresh air and for a break to calm down.
With a final heartly kiss, she pulls back from my mouth and, at the same time, stopped the stroking motions. My cock was throbbing in her hand and I looked desperately at it. Her grip loosened around it, giving me no more stimulation which made me groan out loudly.
“Haa.. nono, fuck.. please, please continue, Miss. Allow.. allow me, mmh.. allow your toy to- to cum for you, please”
I felt embarrassed and pitiful in my begging pleas to her and all I could hear once more was the light giggling that she apparently mastered so maliciously. It was driving me wild, almost like an edge itself before she said a simple, individual word:
“No”
My brain crumbled, my body dissolved, my dick throbbed a final time. I was uncertain if it was because of the denial and the frustration coming along with it. Or because this one word and her towering figure there proofed to be so controlling in this very moment. She took all my thoughts away for the time being, made my whole personality for this time focus just on her. It was not just the control of my body but she possessed the ability to drive me helpless in all the senses. This simple response drove me deeper down into the submissive bliss I felt for her than most actions could do. After all, she was the Mistress in this moment, and I was the toy.