Couples Counseling Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Couples Counseling Pt. 04

... focus.

"Guh, guh, guh," Paige says.

"By the way, see what I did there? Decreed his abstinence. How he acknowledged who's in charge of this pheromone-soaked room. See his hands behind him, like he's bound ... bound by my will? More proof that here, the Goddess Emmalee is in complete control."

I chuckle into his ear, "Which I think is a comfort to you, slave. Admit it, I ordered you to feel better about yourself ... and you've obeyed."

With a groan, he wags his head in thanks.

"Then say it, slave, and mean it. Enjoy your freedom to speak for a few moments," I tell him, "but make it count."

"Ohhhh, Mistress," he gasps, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. "Thank you, Mistress, I am grate-- your slave is grateful for your guidance, your training, and--ahhh! My Mistress protects and comforts her slaves, from, from--"

I think he's losing his train of thought, or worried the clock is ticking down on his voice privileges, so he bring it home: "Please, your slave submits his-his,ahh, all of me,huhh -- to my Goddess's will."

"Well done, puppy! Now, silence." After a pause to let the order sink in, I giggle seductively, "Oh, but I take you at your word, believe me. And I'll hold you to that."

My voice turns serious now, but soothing. "Listen, I want you to know, my slave has impressed me with his honesty, courage and obedience. Your submission has exceeded my expectations. All of which is to say, my plaything and pet ... youplease me."

He whimpers in ...

... gratitude. I smile at that; the desired reaction to such praise, as if he'd been trained to it. Touched by his progress, I'm going to reward him. I see a copious ooze of precum glistening on his cockhead. I gather up the clear, gooey secretions, and with one hand anchoring his base, the other smooths his juice down the length of his shaft.

"Uhh-huhh-hh!" I see his buttocks clench and his hips jerk. He shivers all over. He bites his lip and groans piteously.

I pump his moistened shaft, easing my grip and splaying out my fingers at the end of each gentle up-stroke, before I release his meat altogether. This latest twist is driving him wild. But I know what I'm doing. 'Wild' is one thing, 'uncontrolled' is something else. My skilled hands know the difference; there aren't going to be any surprises coming from this slave-meat while I'm in charge of it.

"Oh, and remember, slave: If you cum without permission, I'll chain you to the correction bench, plug your mouth, and torture you until it ceases to amuse me," I laugh cheerfully. "Oooh, slave, how good does it feel to please your Goddess?"

"Sogoooo--"

"Hush!" I give his cock a punitive twist. "Rhetorical question. I expect my slave to read me better than that. Oh, don't start disappointing me now, pet, not when you're doing so well."

With a flurry of pumping caresses, I bring him shudderingly close. When he exhales, I clamp his mouth and nose in a suffocating grip at the same time as I slap his dick as hard as I ...