The Slave - Sex Stories

The Slave

... followed. His mistress smiled. Slowly, her naked hand began to work the masturbator. Sliding in. Out. In. Out. Her tongue running itself over her upper lip as she did so. "Yes, I think this will do nicely." And now the smile wore off. "Well, why so quiet? What do you say?" Stammering, lips parched. "Th-thank you mistress. I- I want it mistress." And then, remembering himself. "Please." "Tsk," she tutted. "Do you? You could be a little more enthusiastic." Eyes wide now, "oh, please mistress, I really really want it. I need it." A flash of amusement in her eyes. "You don't need this, my slave. Surely, you must have learnt that by now, from our little... sessions?" "Of course mistress. Forgive me. I misspoke." "Indeed." Taking two steps back to the table to which he was bound, the sound of her heels tapping on the floor penetrating the taught atmosphere. "Well, that depends... so what do you want. What do you really want?" "My treat, mistress," he whispered. "Very well. This?" and she pointed to the fleshlight. He nodded. "Or... this?" and once more she slipped her hand down below, to the warmth of her pussy. He shook his head. "The fleshlight mistress. My pussy for the evening. Please, I so want it." Laughter. "What a pathetic slave you are. I know what you really want is my pussy," and now she fed him her fingers, first one, then another. He sucked greedily. "As if I would let you near it, and now, when you are still unproven?" Her velvet hand ran up and down his torso, and ...

... then seized his throat. "Well, I hope you enjoyed that. You will have your pussy for the evening. But just for your lack of honesty, no lube." "Please mistress. Can I have some lube?" She gave him a light smack with her glove. "Such insolence! I'll give you one more chance..." The words came out in a rush: "thank you mistress, no lube is fine mistress. You are too good to me, mistress." Tongue peeking out, the grin returned. "Aren't I just? Anyway boy, did your mother never tell you that if you need lube you're not doing it right?" And she winked. The slave nodded. He didn't trust himself to say anymore. She released him and stepped back. "So, let's begin." It was painful going in. The friction created sensations evoking both pain and pleasure. The slave whimpered as she gradually pushed the toy down onto his shaft. But then he was all the way in. His mistress grinned. "Now, remember what we spoke about? I want you to demonstrate control." And just like that she firmly wrenched the rubber pussy, his pussy, up and down firmly, and in that way continued to pump. The slave bit his tongue for fear of expressing anything, of displeasing her. He could hear her chuckling. The first few pumps were tough, but then he started to feel the precum flow, and before long it had the effect of lubing the inside of the fleshlight. And the feelings of pleasure took over. The friction easing, his mistress pumped faster. Picking up the rhythm, she began to twist the toy as well, adding another ...