Couples Counseling Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Couples Counseling Pt. 04

... my mind. I had various ideas about getting that from you, but I suppose I owe you the courtesy of just asking. Oh, by the way, keep in mind you just heard me say, 'Nothing would please me more,'" I giggle.

I whisper it in his ear, "May we tame-fuck your wife?"

I punctuate the question with a tender caress of his bulging balls and I release his mouth.

"Please, Mistress --"

"Ugh, what is this epidemic of 'Please, Mistress' going on around here? Slave, one more chance, then we'll do it my way. A yes or no question." Marking each syllable with a wickedly persuasive stroke of his cock, I repeat it, "May. We. Fuck. Your. Wife?"

With Tosh on the verge of exploding, his panting mouth can't help itself: "Mistress, I -- please --"

"'Please,'" I huff with exasperation, releasing his cock and standing up. "'Please, Mistress.' Well, hold onto that thought."

I unfasten my skirt and let it fall off my waist. I reach for the 'surprise' toys on the floor behind him and straighten up, slide the blindfold over his eyes and strap it tight.

And right before I clamp the headphones on, I tell him seductively, "Because, 'please Mistress' is about to become the only thought you'll have room for in your head."

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"Here we are, Tosh, just the two of us." My voice jolts him. It barges without warning into the blackness and silence that's been his entire world for the last two minutes; which I've spent, incidentally, instructing Victor precisely on what I want done to ...

... Paige. "Relax, slave, surrender. Let your Mistress fill your senses." The intercom app on my phone is tethered to the noise-cancelling Bluetooth headphones Tosh wears, and controlled by tiny buttons on my earpiece. For him, this is a new level of submission. More than the nudity, kneeling, slave-collar, puppy-glove restraints, or even the craving-and-denial I left surging desperately in his loins. This is his next step, downward, into his complete capitulation to my will: rendered blind and deaf by my contraptions, and mute by my fiat, he answers only to the resonant, disembodied female voice that feels to him like it comes frominside his head.

The voice that commands him, "Picture me."

I stand in front of him, his face cunt-high to me, a hand's breadth separating us. "But first, an update. I'm dressed as before, only without my skirt and panties. Same Domina couture, except butt-naked, cunt bared. Got it? ... Oh yes, I fill your mind's eye, don't I?"

Behind me, Paige wails incoherently as the Bull manhandles and slaps her around; but there's an external sound filter in my earpiece that isolates Tosh from that. "And your ears, too. The only thing I permit you to hear is your owner's voice."

"Now feel this ..." I move closer and curl one finger into the ring of his slave-collar. "The warmth on your face, engaging your sense of touch? That's the heat of desire from your owner's sex, from the Domme-cunt you so desperately crave to please. The smell, I don't have to ...