Mistress Demi and Clock Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Mistress Demi and Clock Ch. 04

... movement. It's lightweight with a woody aroma. As Clock tears it open with more enthusiasm than a child with a Christmas present, the contents spill out onto Clocks' former bed.

A carton of low strength Virginia Slims cigarettes. A lighter. An adjustable spider gag. A matching pair of elbow length leather gloves to go with Mistress Demis' black and purple corset and boots.

"A knight needs a squire. Don my armour."

Clock slowly removes Mistress Demis' bathing suit. There's a strange feeling for both of them in the rare moment that Mistress' Athenian body stands naked, while Clock is technically wearing more with chastity and a choker. They both smirk.

"Enjoy the view while it lasts, pet; it won't be long before we restore the natural order of things." Mistress snaps her fingers. "Gloves first."

Mistress holds out her hands as Clock pulls the gloves up Mistress' toned arms, her ivory skin slowly encompassed in black leather. Clock threads the gloves with care and dedication.

"Tighter, squire."

Clock tightens the glove thread.

"Better. Do the same with my corset and boots."

Clock grabs Mistress Demis' corset, and reaches around her to tie the thread. As they do, Mistress places her leather clad hands on Clocks' face. Her fingers explore every crevice, every bump, every hole. Her palms cover Clocks' mouth and steal their oxygen for a few seconds, before her hands resume their domineering exploration. When her corset is tight enough, Mistress ...

... Demi pushes her palms into Clocks' cheeks and pushes their head downward.

"Don my boots, but first show your appreciation to your knight."

Clock grabs Mistress' foot, holding it up to the light like an explorer admiring a newly excavated priceless artefact, before worshipping them with adoring kisses. Clocks' now professionally trained hands send waves of pleasure through Mistress' Demis' body. Clock revels in her pleasure.

When Mistress seems satisfied and relaxed, Clock dons both of Mistress' boots, tightening the buckles to her current preference, giving each buckle a kiss in reverence before moving to the next. Mistress Demi looks down intently, feeling that sense of power she hungers for. When Clock is finished, they sit on their heels and place their hands on their lap, waiting for their knight's next request.

"Time for a vow of silence."

Mistress snaps her fingers at the spider gag. Clock fetches it and offers it up in both hands like a sword. Mistress lifts it into her gloved hands and hooks it inside Clocks' cheeks. She tightens to a similar tension as she had Clock do to her armour. Clocks' fleshy maw is stretched wide enough to park a car inside.

"A squire lights the campfires for their knight."

Mistress Demis' leather gloves snap toward the cigarettes. Clock unwraps the cigarettes, their own drool dripping down their chin and over their body, and places it in Mistress' expectant mouth. Clock lights the cigarette, and Mistress Demi takes a ...