A Dominatrix Love - Sex Stories

A Dominatrix Love

... legs. After these tough thirty minutes he was a bruised and bloody mess.

She so enjoyed the skin turning from the pale alabaster, to a warm pink and the angry red. The purple bruises are her favorite to see. Her pup’s ass started turning that color. Her fingers slowly, gently tranced them.

She turned away quickly and made for the cabinet. She took two handfuls of rope back to the table. “Stand my sweet pup,” she said softly as she touched his face. She could tell each movement brought him pain. She pulled his arms behind him. Bounding them up with the rope she had. She then tied a thick and heavy tug of war rope through his arm binding. Running the free end to the pulley wheel mounted into the wall. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked back. Dropping the tug of war rope on the floor, she grabbed another rope off the table. This one she tied around his cock and balls. Once snug, she tied the free end to the end of the tug of war rope.

“Now are you ready to worship your Mistress,” she questioned as she removed her jacket. She wore a deep red with black swirls corset. The trim was black leather. At the top of the breast line were three small metal rings. Five black leather straps came from the end and ten from the middle. These straps are attached to the leather collar which has three rings also. The straps crossed each other as they made their way to the other ring. At the hips of the corset were four leather straps. These hugged her hips in different places. ...

... Down the front was a large strap with a ring just below her cleavage. Her black boots came up to just above her knee with a fishnet deep red stocking climbing higher on her leg.

His jaw would have dropped if it was not gagged. She walked back to him. Really one would say she sauntered back to him. Her hips are really pulling in the effort. She stood next to him. He could smell the alluring fragrance of her body. Her hands wrapped around his head and started unbuckling the gag in his mouth. As she did she spoke. “Now you get to worship your Mistress pussy. It will be a tug of war to see if your mouth can meet me. Will your willpower of getting your task done win out,” she paused, touching the soft features of his face as she takes the bite gag from his mouth. “Or will you disappoint me and let your own discomfort win the day.”

He moved to answer, but his mouth was dry and jaw ached. Moving it around, he finally was able to say, "Your pup will worship, Mistress.”

“We will see,” as she climbed onto the table. Looking up she sees the mirror was uncovered. As were the ones on the walls. “Oh good,” she exclaimed. “They removed the covers from the mirrors as I requested. It’s one of my kinks you know. You remember the name?”

“Katoptronophilia,” he responded.

“Wow, I’m impressed with my pup,” she said smiling as she sat near the edge of the table. About five feet from him. “That is a tough word.” Her smile turns wicked. “Now come over here and eat my needy pussy out.” ...