Mistress Demi and Clock Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Mistress Demi and Clock Ch. 04

... her knight."

Clock would beg for their orgasm if it wasn't for this meddling spider gag.

Shaking, balls locked in a vice grip, Clock stretches for the packet and lighter so as not to put any extra pressure on their knapsack. They pull out a smoke, place it in Mistress' mouth and light it.

"My hands are a little busy and dirty at the moment, but luckily my squires' hands are free. When I squeeze like this," Clock writhes under the pressure "you need to remove the cigarette from my mouth until I've finished blowing smoke in your face. When I twist like this," Clocks' entire body tilts in the direction of the twist in a feeble attempt at ball preservation "tap the ash into your own mouth."

Mistress Demi resumes the strokening, albeit slowly and with minimal stimulation so as not to pop her Christmas cracker too early. She stops stroking altogether at the intervals where she communicates her needs via ball-epathy.

Clocks' mouth once again full of spit and ash, Mistress douses the butt in her second brew of the night. She bastes Clocks' face in another coat of marinade and rubs it in, before scraping as much of it as she can and taking it down to Clocks' reddened junk. Now looking like an egg from Alien, Mistress relieves the pressure from Clocks' balls and goes full steam ahead on the semen subway.

Clock bursts a load of silky semen strands all over their groin cesspit, the white waves dancing on the surface like light on an oil slick. Their entire body ...

... pulsates with pleasure, easily the best and most intense orgasm of their life. The year of abstinence absolutely worth it.

As Clock savours their first orgasm in at least 400 days, Mistress scoops up the final form of her brew and deposits it, handful by handful, back into Clocks' mouth. Clocks' mouth overflowing with sewage, Mistress issues the last command of the scene.

"Swallow."

Gulp. Clocks' entire body shudders as the sinister slime travels down their oesophagus, but they've barely made a dent in the drool pool. Gulp. Clock puts all their effort in suppressing their gag reflex. Mistress places her filth covered hands on Clocks' spider gagged face to add a bit of extra tension to the spider gag, before adding a dash more spit to the cauldron. Mistress revels in the despair in Clocks' eyes as she moves the goal posts that little bit further away. 5 more gruelling gulps and Clocks' mouth is finally liberated of liquid. Mistress Demi removes the spider gag.

"Well done, squire!".

Mistress massages Clocks' cheeks with her leather clad hands as Clock remembers what it's like to actually have a functional mouth.

She hooks her finger into Clocks' collar and leads them to the bathroom.

"Thank you Clock, you did really well tonight. I'm going to admit I wasn't sure I'd enjoy the smoking, but that was a lot of fun! I hope you enjoyed it too. How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling amazing. A little sick in the stomach but I think I'll be okay. Thank you for letting me ...