A Mistress tells of her pet's service and punishment (part 1)--a story of submission, squirting, and spanking
Mmmm...yes...he has pleased me, my pet. And so now I offered
him something that he could not possibly deserve....I
told him to move his hands from my feet to my thighs...gently
spread my thighs apart....move the black lace that hid
my wetness to the side so that he can see all of me...
Can you envision the beautiful pink folds of skin that will
be open before his starving eyes?
He had been such a good and obedient pet since his last act
of disrespect that I was going to have him serve me in a way
that I know he would most desire. As I sat above him, my legs
parted and my beautiful drenched pussy open in front of
him, I allowed him to lean in close to me. His fingers pressing
against the flesh of my inner thighs....his breath hot
against my skin as he placed the first kiss upon my warm swollen
lips. And as his tongue plunges inside me, I looked affectionately
down upon him....stroking the back of his head. He is such
a sweet and serving pet....
I close my eyes as I relax and enjoy his service to me. As he
hungrily lapped up my juices, I lie back so that I could shower
him in my pleasure. I instruct him to move his lovely fingers
inside me, and gently I feel him pressing against my inner
muscles...pushing past them, he can feel the soft folds
inside me...the velvety flesh that grips his fingers tightly.
With the curve of his finger he delves more deeply to find
that magic place inside me that pleases me to the depths
of my being.
His mouth continues to devour my wetness, and his finger
moves rapidly in time with my heaving body...and as he does
these things to me...pleasing me...I tell him to move his
other hand to grab my flesh. To open me gently with his fingertip
in my naughtiest of places....the muscles there so tight
that he has to run his fingertip up through my folds to moisten
it so that he may enter me there as well.
When I feel him entering me a second time, the breath leaves
my body for a moment. He was so pleasing his mistress. I can
feel my body tensing up in anticipation of the erotic waterfall
that is about to erupt....drowning him in my pleasure.
I cannot help but let the moans escape my lips...to pant
and writhe with pleasure...he removes his finger from
my velvet folds, leaving only his lips upon me and his finger
barely moving within my tightest of muscles....this sends
me into the ravenous throes of heavenly release....I feel
every muscle in my body tighten and then it begins....the
flood of my juices covers him...I moan as I hear the sound
of it flowing from my body...splashing against his lips...over
and over my body pushes the juices out of me and into his mouth...drenching
him....the evidence of my pleasure is dripping from his
face... his chest...his hands....
As I finally slow my movements, he rises to share his gift
with me...kissing me deeply and slowly opening his mouth
to fill mine with what he has saved for me...I drink it quickly
and devour his kisses for what seems like an eternity and
an instant all mystically rolled into one. I push his body
off of mine, "Thank you, my pet...but now you must
receive your punishment."
He looks at me like a frightened animal.
Yes, although he has pleased me tremendously--the evidence
still fresh on my tongue and still warm and wet on his skin--and
yes, my body is still quivering inside from the pleasure
he has given me, but he still must receive his punishment.
I gently push him back onto his knees...Once again I instruct
him to not make eye contact with me. I ask him if he if he enjoyed
his service to me. "Yes, Mistress, " he replies.
I ask if he is willing to take the punishment that I deem necessary.
"I will do so gratefully, Mistress."
And this pleases me. I rise up off of the bed and circle around
him...he quivers as my fingers gently circle his neck...I
stop in front of him and forcefully push his head back. He
quickly closes his eyes, knowing how displeased I would
be if he were to meet my piercing glance with his unworthy
gazing eyes. This pleases me, as well, but I've wasted
enough time petting him, and I tell him move to the end of
the bed. Obediently he lowers himself onto his hands and
knees and crawls slowly as I walk beside him.
"Put your knees here." I point with my foot to
an area just a small distance from the edge of the bed.
"Yes, Mistress, " he replies quietly.
I then tell my pet to lean onto the bed with his arms outstretched.
He clasps his hands together, as if in prayer, and carefully
stretches his torso out before me. I place my hand on the
back of his head and push his forehead down onto the edge
of the bed.
I leave him there for a few moments as I slip into my favorite
pair of black stilettos. I see his bodyweight shifting
as I gingerly fasten the large metal buckle around my ankle.
"Do not move, pet, " I order sharply.
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress."
After I finish with my shoes, I return to his side, and place
the cold pointed tip of my stiletto between his knees. He
feels my heel brush against his calves as I stand behind
him and motion with my feet for him to spread his legs for
me. Once he spread them accordingly, I slowly run the point
of my shoe all the way up his thigh...he shivers as I press
against his aroused body with the cold shiny leather...he
feels the buckle around my ankle pressing between his cheeks,
and then slowly he feels the sharp tip of my shoe running
all the way up between them. I place the smooth plastic of
the bottom of my shoe upon his lower back. My heel digs into
his flesh and I ask my pet if he is ready.
"Yes, Mistress."
I pick up my little whip from the bed, and run the leather
strips down his spine. I let them dangle down between his
soon to be burning cheeks. The soft suede leather tickles
his skin, and I begin to gently move the toy back and forth
so that the ends curl up underneath him. The sound of the
leather pieces making contact with his skin is very pleasing
to me indeed. I begin moving my arm further back each time,
watching my obedient pet jump every time the leather touches
him. I move my aim a little higher so that I can begin his punishment
with more intensity. The leather tails whip against his
ass slowly.
I have not yet begun to inflict any pain. But I enjoy toying
with him like this. When one of the strokes of the whip lands
hard enough to register a slight twinge of pain to him, he
involuntarily raises his head from the bed. Quickly, I
shove him back down and drop my sweet little toy.
"Do NOT move, pet!"
"Yes, Mistress, " he whimpers softly.
I lower myself to my knees beside him. Slowly and lightly,
I run my nails down his spine. My fingertip gently runs down
his back, across the slightly pink mark on his ass, and down
between his cheeks to the tightening skin surrounding
his balls. I grab them firmly in my hand, and he moans quietly.
Then I quickly pull away and spank his ass.
"You will not misbehave again, will you, my pet?"
"No, Mistress."
"I do not believe you, " I whisper to him with
my lips so close to his ear that he can feel my hot breath against
his skin.
I rub my hand over the pink imprint of my fingers on his skin.
I reach underneath him again and, as he holds his breath,
my fingers slowly curl around his throbbing c**k.
"Does the idea of displeasing me excite you like this,
my pet?" My fingers tighten their grip as I move my
forearm against his ass...pressing into him and pulling
him even closer to me with my other hand that is gripping
forcefully onto his shoulder.
"No, Mistress. Pleasing you is what excites me, Mistress.
I only want to please you." His voice is low and jagged
as I tighten my grip.
"I believe you, my pet." I loosen my grasp and
slowly begin stroking his c**k. Just as his body begins
to relax, and as I hear his breathing becoming more rhythmic,
I move my hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck, squeezing
his neck as I press him down hard against the bed. At the same
time, I release his c**k and spank his ass again...this
time harder.
I continue this pattern for some time...pressing my breasts
against his side as I lovingly pet him and stroke his raging
hard c**k. Breathing gently against his neck at times...tickling
his flesh with my gentle touch...and then, catching him
by surprise each time, I wield slightly more painful blows
to his now glowing backside. When I feel like he has been
punished enough in this manner, I rise from his side and
return to him with a cube of ice in my mouth.
I let the ice fall from my lips into my hand so that I can cool
my sweet pets steaming flesh and assure him that his punishment
is almost complete.
As he melts the ice, he thanks me for allowing him to repay
me in this way.
I instruct him to get upon the bed...reclining with his
head upon a pillow and his arms placed outward. I bring the
cup of ice to the bedside table, so that I can reach it without
leaving his side. I get another piece and let it melt slightly
in my fingers...I let the tiny droplets land on his lips...then
on mine. The cold feels so good against our burning skin.
I take the ice in my mouth and slowly remove my teddy.
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