Never Disrespect a Mistress - Sex Stories

Never Disrespect a Mistress

As I was driving my Mistress home, I knew I was in big trouble. When I have a couple of beers, it naturally removes the protective filters and I’ll let my guard down. The woman who waited on us was absolutely stunning, and I guess I was flirting with her a little bit which Mistress picked up on immediately. I am not allowed to make eye contact with other women let alone stare at a woman’s breast, but the waitress was wearing a provocative outfit which enhanced her shapely figure. When she smiled back at me that was about all Mistress was going to take. About midway through dinner Mistress gave me an icy stare and told me to get the check because we wouldn’t be having dessert. Shit, I knew I was going to get it. I tried to initiate conversation while I was driving, but Mistress was having none of it. She wouldn’t even allow me to turn on the radio which made me all the more uncomfortable. I apologized repeatedly for anything and everything, but Mistress just sat there not uttering a word. After a while I realized that trying to talk my way out of it was just making things worse, and the smarter move was to keep my mouth shut until she wanted me to say something. She was obviously pissed and the first rule she tried to teach me was to never to piss her off. It seemed to take forever to get home. I seriously considered dropping her off and running, but she has so many pictures and videos of me in compromising positions that she really has me by the balls. She reminds me that she ...

... could ruin my career and have my f****y disown me if she wanted to. There was hell to pay, and Mistress was going to get her pound of flesh for my transgressions and disrespect. There would be no safe words tonight. It wasn’t two seconds after I shut the door behind us when we got home that she grabbed my face with her left hand and slapped the opposite cheek with her right. She uses this technique to hold my head still so that my face will get the full impact of her blow. I groaned in pain and once again apologized, but she told me to shut the fuck up. She grabbed me by my ear and led me to the dungeon. Once inside she ordered me to strip, and she moved a lightning speed chaining my hands over my head and a spreader bar between my legs. All the while I was pleading with her to go easy on me and that I loved her very much despite my stupidity at the restaurant. She must have had enough of it, because she grabbed the penis gag off the wall and shoved it in my mouth to insure that all further conversation would be one-sided. Once the harness was secured on my head, she was satisfied that I was both silent and immobile. I could feel the tip of latex phallus tickling the back of my throat. She disappeared and left me there for a few minutes. We were both formally dressed when we went to the restaurant, so I knew she was getting into something more comfortable. I love it when she dresses in leather, latex, or lingerie of any type. I was thinking that the silver lining to all this ...