A Creature Named Estelle: Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

A Creature Named Estelle: Chapter 4

... after, his right also. He raised his voice at me in confusion, “What is it, just tell me!” and I widened my eyes at him, setting the crop down on a padded table behind me, and suddenly pressing myself up against him, winding my arms around behind and then dragging my nails down his back slowly as I said, “When I asked you if you wanted to feel this crop, you responded and failed to acknowledge and refer to me as your Mistress, and just then again you failed as well... That,” I dug the points of my nails into his lower back, almost on the tops of his ass cheeks, “is why I don't want to see you smiling right now.” I hissed the words in his face, and then smashed my lips against his own. I continued to dig the nails of my right hand into his lower back, warning him not to even move, as my left hand slowly found its way around in front of him to his throbbing, aching cock, that I knew needed release so badly; however he wasn't going to get it just yet. No, now he deserves to be teased. I firmly gripped his shaft and began to squeeze and massage rhythmically. Stroking up to the sensitive head and back down to the base again and again. He began to breathe heavily through our kiss, “I'm so sorry Mistress – I see what I did wrong now...”. I paused my stroking and just began to squeeze, and rub my thumb against the head; which was now oozing pre-cum and beginning to turn an angry purple. I began to kiss him more aggressively, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and biting down ...

... harshly; not enough to draw blood, but enough to draw a whimper from Matthew, and I released his bottom lip, but just kept kissing him intensely; possessively. Then abruptly I pulled away from him, breaking the kiss, releasing his cock from my grasp, and leaving him there against the wall for a moment, trying to catch his breath. I turned to grab the crop off of the padded table and went and returned it to its' rightful place. Then looking around at the other equipment, I chose another and another. I turned and faced Matthew, coming back over to the padded table and setting down some mean looking metal nipple clamps, and a smaller sized leather flogger, with thin strands that I know most certainly will sting. I left my two new contraptions of torment on the table and strode back over to where Matthew stood. Without saying anything, I swiftly undid the lock on his right shackle and then the same with the left. He pulled his arms down into his chest and began to rub at his now tender wrists. I sadistically yanked his left wrist away and pulled him over to the padded table. After all, he has pissed me off. Matthew already agreed to be mine, and therefore he must learn how to address me, among other things. I sternly told him, “Pick up my two toys there, then lay on your back on the table and rest them on your chest.” He did so without complaint and once he rested the clamps and the flogger on his chest and turned to look for my approval, I gave him a smirk of satisfaction and then ...