The Room of Mirrors (Invitation Only)

[DarkWarrioress]

Glancing at the mirrors, she studied his reflection. There was nothing about him she could find a flaw with, not his body, not him. She swung her legs over the edge of the window seat and sat upright as her heels touched the carpet. Coming to her feet, she paused long enough to lift each foot and slip off her heels, letting them fall to the thick plush carpet before she moved to stand in front of him. Then slowly, moved clockwise around him, studying his body. When she came full circle, she knelt at his feet, pulling the longer spreader bar toward him. She didn’t look up as she went to put it between his legs.

“Spread your legs for me, my darling.”

She opened one cuff and slipped it around his ankle, buckling it closed. She repeated it the gesture on his other ankle before she grabbed the other bar and stood up, making sure the front of her body rubbed lightly against his as she did so.

“Extend your arms toward me, palms down.”

She held the shorter spreader bar in her hands, looking at him expectantly.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He watched as she sat upright, taking off her heels, his eyes wandering up and down those lovely white stockings. He licked his lips before realizing his mouth had gone dry. As her shoes fell onto the carpet and she walked towards him, standing right in front, his eyes lowered for a second before looking up at her. He did not move his head as she circled him, eying his naked flesh, while fully clothed herself. He found it highly arousing to be in that position, restrained or otherwise.

His head dipped as she knelt at his feet and put the spreader bar between his legs, before ordering him to part them. He followed her command as she cuffed both his ankles. As she stood up and the fabric of her suit brushed against him, he pulsed, a soft moan escaping his lips. She was deliberately teasing him. And he knew this was just the beginning. When she asked him to extend his arms towards her, he did so without hesitation as well. Palms down, his eyes looking back into hers. He had no intention of disobeying her. Or teasing her. Not yet anyway. The time would come, when he would be able to do that though. Not at the moment. Right now, he was unable to resist his own submissive urges.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Holding the bar with one hand, she secured one wrist, buckling it closed securely. Then stretched the bar between his held out arms and secured the other. The chain connected to the bar itself dangled toward the ground. A soft snap of her fingers and a length of chain from a ceiling beam appeared within her reach. Attached to the chain was a large S hook. She looped the chain over the lower curve of the S. This extended his arms slightly and with a another soft snap of her fingers, the beam chain shortened, stretching his arms over his head. Her soft command of stop, made the chain cease. M now found himself stretched out, arms secured and overhead. His feet barely square on the floor and spread. He was facing the mirrors, his back to the window seat now. She stepped back and looked at him.

Her fingers went to her jacket, unbuttoning the two buttons that held it closed. She shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor with his clothing. Her fingers went to the buttons on her blouse, undoing them with a teasingly slowness as her eyes remained transfixed on his own. Her fingertips lightly caressing her own exposed skin. The blouse soon followed the jacket. The top part of her white bustier came into view.

Here, she paused. Moving around him again, this time counter clockwise, her fingertips trailing over his skin to his ribs, around to his back. One fingertip slid down his spine and stopped at the upper edge of the dark valley between the cheeks of his ass, pressing lightly forward there for just a teasing moment before it pulled away and she continued her journey. Her fingers resumed their travels, across the expanse of his back, over his side and ribs before she stepped back, her hands going behind her to unbutton, unzip, her skirt letting it fall to the floor before she stepped out of it. Her foot lightly pushed it aside as she stood in front of him. Now he could fully see what she had been wearing under her power suit.

“What do you think, My Pet? Do you think all those men at the table with me today would have enjoyed this view?”

She tipped her head slightly to one side as she traced her fingers lightly over her own contours, letting her fingertips dip between her legs and slip over her cloth covered lips.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He felt the leather circling his wrists and his ankles as she firmly secured all his limbs to the spreader bars. Then, his arms slowly rose above his head, being stretched enough to spread him as wide as possible but not to make him feel any pain. His eyes were on her the entire time as his heart beat slightly faster than usual.
He watched her fingers as they unbuttoned the navy blue jacket she wore. His eyes followed it all the way to the floor before refocusing on her as she started to remove her white blouse. He swallowed and a soft moan was heard as her fingers touched the skin when the blouse came off. He could clearly see the top of the sexy bustier she was wearing underneath.

He closed his fists, but not too hard, as her fingertips ran over his skin, sending shivers throughout his body. She was touching him in such wicked ways, and in such delicate places that his restrained body buckled against the bars and the chains, hardly being able to move. He was helpless as she continued her teasing. When the power suit was off and down on the floor with the skirt sliding down her legs, his heart stopped, noticing the entirety of her gorgeousness staring him in the face. She looked like a Goddess. Then he heard her words. It made him squirm and whimper in place. His eyes filled with lust and hunger for his Mistress. She was teasing him with that sentence. Filling his head with images of other men, watching his Lady in that seductive outfit, eyeing her with the same lust that he had in his eyes. Even laying their hands on her and...He closed his eyes for a moment only to open them again. It was strangely arousing. She knew how to flip his switches and make him groan for her. Damn it. Much to his own surprise, he found himself uttering the following words when he finally spoke.

"Yes, Mistress. I think those men would have enjoyed...the view."

He gulped once again, blushing slightly and waited for her reaction, while her fingers lightly ran over the sexy curves of her body, before sliding over the triangular white fabric that hid her most sacred part. Sacred for him. Because he worshipped it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Do you think,” she continued softly, rubbing her fingers deliberately between her legs slowly, “any of them would have wanted to fuck me dressed like this, My Pet? Right there… on that conference table?”

Damn she loved teasing him. He knew damn well, this was all his. She didn’t want or need anyone else.

She had heard his whimper and watched him squirm. It delighted her senses to know she could reduce him to a standing puddle. Glancing down, she stepped closer and ran a fingernail over his erect length. It jumped at her touch. She stepped back with a soft husky chuckle.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His eyes were focused between her legs, right where her fingers were rubbing her covered lips intently, trying to torment him further. Such sweet and evil torment it was, as his hand and legs struggled against the restraints a bit, hearing her words that followed. Now the image of his woman being fucked by those men on the conference table started forming in his mind. DAMN IT! But all he could do was purr like the gentle Tiger he was.

"Yes, Mistress. They...they would have." His voice was shaking.

His eyes lowered with slight embarrassment at the excitement she was causing in him. When she stepped closed, he throbbed against the touch of her fingernail. His eyes were looking back into hers, filled with lust and need as he heard the sexy chuckle. What was his need? He himself wasn't sure. She was triggering various different senses in him. But he knew he was in a position to do absolutely anything she said at that moment. She had him under her control. Rather, he had no choice. Being in the situation he was, he HAD to do whatever she demanded of him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She watched him carefully and smiled. Her fingers came away from her body as she started to walk away from him but not before she pressed those fingers under his nose. She moved around behind him. The mirrors in front of him gave him an obstructed view of her actions. She lifted the lid on the trunk and removed a few things. Her feet, silent on the carpet as she approached him again. In her hands, she held a black paddle, a small crop, a harness (something he recognized and knew well) and a bottle of oil. She set these things on the floor in his view before she paused to look at the mirrors and stepped through one. She came back a couple of minutes later bearing a basin of warm water. This also joined the other things at his feet. One more trip through the mirror and she returned with a cloth, a can of her shaving cream and a razor. All of it went at his feet.

She picked up the harness and approached him, taking his length in one hand, stroking it lightly.

“You remember this don’t you, My Pet?”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Her scent filled his nostrils as soon as she pressed those slightly moist fingers above his lips. Could he have wanted her any more? Damn it! She knew exactly how to carry out the slow, delightful torment on him. He moaned softly and closed his eyes for a moment, only to find her behind him when he opened them a few seconds later, observing her in the mirrors in front of him. She was getting something from the trunk. Definitely something to torture him with, he thought. He was right! The paddle, whip and...he swallowed...the harness lay in open view, along with a bottle of oil as soon as she moved closer to him, only to step through the mirrors a couple of times to fetch more things. He grinned as the shaving material was set neat his feet along with the toys, although it also sent a shiver through his body.

"Yes, Milady. I remember it very well."

He throbbed helplessly against her palm as she stood in front of him with the harness, dressed in that sexy white lingerie. The various different views and angles that the mirrors all around them provided, only added to the excitement. It almost made him dizzy. Fucking brilliant.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She fitted him into the harness and snapped it closed. She figured it would be a tight snug fit considering he was erect. Inwardly, she smiled. She bent over at the waist, knowing full well the image that would present itself in the mirror behind her for his viewing pleasure.

Soaking the cloth in the basin of water and then wringing it out slightly, she ran it over his chest, dampening the skin. Then she traded the cloth for the can of her shaving gel and applied it to his chest. As she rubbed it on, it foamed up nicely, just the way she wanted it too. Bending over again, she exchanged the cloth of the razor with a new, fresh blade it in. Stepping close to his body again, she began to shave his chest.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He felt the leather slide over his erect shaft and throbbed as she buttoned it up. His eyes left the harness to look back at her. The teasing continued when she bent over to grab the items near his feet. He pulled at the restraints lightly. She heard a soft growl as he eyed her from behind, in the mirror.

He closed his eyes for a second at the first touch of the wet cloth against his skin. It felt nice and warm. The room was temperature controlled, but he wasn't exactly feeling warm with all his clothes off, maybe even slightly chilly, even though the atmosphere between them was getting hotter by the moment. It was because she was sending shivers through his body with each of her actions. As she rubbed the shaving gel and made it foam over his chest, he sighed softly, looking down at her. She bent over again. This time he tried not to look in the mirror. They were fucking everywhere. He groaned softly. When the razor gently began cutting the hair on his chest, he tensed a bit before relaxing, reminding himself he could trust her completely.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She scraped at his chest meticulously. Halfway through the job, she had to chance razor blades, but she got it done and ran a palm appreciatively over his now naked chest. It felt so smooth. She resisted the urge to lick him. Instead she bent over again, took up the cloth and wiped his skin clean of any gel film that might be lingering. Tossing the cloth in the basin, she stepped behind him, running her fingertips over his chest. She peeked over his shoulder, looking at him in the mirror.

“What do you think, darling? You feel so smooth and silky to me. Wait until I rub you down with the oil. Now I can feel your muscles and see them instead of the hair.”

She smiled as she watched her fingers move over him in the mirror, pausing here and there to caress him. Her fingertips paused to take his nipples between them, rolling, pinching and tugging on them lightly as her lips found the back of his neck.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

There was only slight irritation and burn once she was done shaving his chest completely. His hands were tied up. He could not touch himself. His fingers couldn't feel the nakedness that she felt. The same silkiness that she ran her nails over. It sent shivers throughout his body. The mention of oil over his bare chest made him smile and moan softly at the same time. He couldn't move his body much due to the restraints. His head just dipped back, his eyes closed. When she completed her sentence, he looked at himself in the mirror.

"I...I love it, Milady. I wish I could feel it too."

He felt sexy with the body hair gone. Her caresses made him moan. Her presence so close behind him sent that warm feeling throughout his body starting around the neck and the ears as her lips touched his skin. When she took his nipples and started playing with them, he twitched, buckled and throbbed, purring softly.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

One more twisting tug on his nipples, a scrape of her teeth along the back of his neck. He’d have a chance to feel his smoothness. Eventually. When she let him down.

Crossing in front of him again, she changed the razor blade one more time. Where she was going next, she wanted to be sure the blade was sharp and would remove the hair cleanly without tugging. Again, cloth and gel, being careful to move around the harness.

“Now, My Pet, I suggest you refrain from twitching or moving of any kind. I daresay the harness would keep you from some harm, but I would hate to mar this delightful appendage of yours.”

Lowering her head and parting her lips, her tongue snaked out to brush across the head of his cock in a wide, slow, sweeping motion. Just once. Then she glanced up at him as she got on her knees in front of him, ready to apply the razor to his groin area.

She was gentle and careful, skillfully applying the blade. After all, she kept herself shaven. She admitted to herself that it was far easier shaving him than it was herself.

Careful, Cait. Pay attention.

It took another blade, but only because she wanted to be sure not to pull on the remaining hair with duller used blade. She took his harnessed length in her hand, gently moving it around as she shaved. When she finished up, she tossed the razor next to the basin and rubbed down with the wet cloth again. She stroked him between the leather straps with the end of her tongue. That harness must be getting uncomfortable. There was a grin to go with the thought.

She also shaved his legs in the same manner. First the front, then sides, ducking between his wide spread legs to get right next to and up against, his sac. Finally seeing to the back of his calves and thighs. Again, the procedure with the cloth, though she lingered on his inner thighs, teasing him.

With this part of her task completed, she reached for the body oil, coating her hands liberally before starting at his ankles and smoothing oil up his legs, insuring no area, no spot, was left uncovered.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He shivered and squirmed, tugging at the restraints a bit when she twisted his nipples and her teeth drug along his flesh, her warm breath against his bare skin. Watching her move in front of him, the blade being changed, his body stiffened as soon as it realized which of it's parts she was aiming for next. He was already hard and aching. The blood had nowhere to go. He nodded gently at her words, shivering and then tried to remain as still as possible, his feet firm on the ground, his hands fisted.

Damn her! She was driving him crazy. He twitched and moaned softly as her tongue flicked over the tip. His eyes groaning down into hers. Pleading her to stop teasing him. Especially while the sharp blade was this close to his genitals. He had to remain calm and not move, no matter what, using all his willpower and determination.

He closed his eyes in between the strokes as the blade cut efficiently. He could see her in the mirror, kneeling at his feet. Only if his hands weren't tied...As soon as the wet cloth pressed against his crotch, he closed his eyes for a moment, once again, before opening them and looking down at her. Her fingers continued to tease his harnessed manhood, making his wrists pull at the restraints and groan in delight.

It was easier remaining motionless when she began shaving his legs. It tickled a bit when she touched his inner thighs, or caressed them. He twitched again. She had used the razor expertly to remove all the unwanted hair on his body.

He could see himself in the mirrors now. Smooth. Clean. Sexy. He could not feel it though. Not yet. He purred softly like a gentle Tiger as she began oiling up his body. Even though his hands were beginning to ache slightly, and the harness was not exactly comfortable, this was the good part. The pleasurable part.* But he knew her very well to realize it wouldn't be this good for too long. She definitely had plans in that devious mind of hers. What they were, he wasn't completely sure of. And it made him shudder in anticipation.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

As she came upright, her eyes found his. She pressed her chest against his, leaning in close to tug on his bottom lip with her teeth as her oily hands found his groin area and began to soothe the irritated area with oil. Deliberately she stayed away from his harness. Time and again, she reached for the oil bottle, coating her hands and transferring the oil from her skin to his. Her palms, her fingers took their sweet time, moving up his body to his chest, leaving in their wake, well oiled skin. He glistened in room’s lighting. Slick. Sleek. The oil highlighting his skin tone. It brought her eyes to the muscles in his firm chest, that same chest that had, time and time again, pressed against her own or had pressed against her back, pushing her chest firmly against a wall, the tiles of the shower or even into a wooden cross.

She moved behind him, gazing over his shoulder to look in the mirror. Her hands coming around his body to caress it as their dual images both admired his new look.

“So much better, don’t you think, My Pet?”

Her husky murmur was enticingly low in his ear. Retrieving the oil, she tipped the bottle against the nape of his neck, watching as a rivet of it coursed down his spine and disappeared between the globes of his posterior. Her hands itched to traverse the path the oil took, but she restrained herself. Instead, she concentrated on oiling his back, delighting in running her hands over him. So much pleasure in touching him.

Finally, her hands slid over the firm tight cheeks of his buttocks, squeezing and rubbing oil into them. Her fingertip found the slick oil path from before and followed it to press against the tight opening there. So tempting.

But not today. Reluctantly, she withdrew her hand, stepping back. Her eyes fell on the crop and the paddle. The crop she would save for last.

Taking a moment to remove the oil from her hands, she studied him. She hated the idea of marring his skin but it was something they had talked about before and something he wanted. That was for another day. She still had to design what she wanted to install on his body first. Reaching over to retrieve the paddle, she knew damn good and well, his eyes could hardly resist the image in the mirror he saw. Her ass swaying in the air, garters pulled tight against the back of her thighs, hiking the back of her stockings just a wee bit up her thighs. As she stood to her full height, slight as that was, she tapped the paddle in the palm of her hand, her eyes roaming his body.

The first whack from the hard surface of the paddle fell against the skin of his outer right thigh. She watched his eyes, making a brief pause to ascertain if she should continue.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His eyes gazed back into hers, pleading, moaning, wanting...more. He then felt her breasts, still covered in the white bustier pressing against his chest, making him press forward against her, a soft sound emitting from his mouth as her teeth caught his bottom lip and rubbed him with the oil. She knew where to touch him and where not to, and when. His head tilted to the side from time to time. He was becoming slightly restless, not to mention the arousal that was heightening with every little move she made. His eyes followed her hands as they slid over his chest, both of them watching his newly created image in the mirrors.

"Yes. Mistress."

That's all he said. That's all she needed to hear. Everything else was apparent from his eyes, and his body language. The husky voice in his ear made him purr gently. His head dipped backwards, his body arched as the oil flowed down his spine all the way down between the globes of his firm ass before trickling down the inside of his right thigh, slowly. Her hands on his back felt wonderful as she oiled him, taking her own sweet time, not in a mood to rush, delaying the pleasure, for both of them, as long as possible. His pleasure, however, also had pain associated with it.

He moaned as she grabbed his buttocks and began oiling them, his ever so eager, inner slut pushing them back against her hands even with the restraints on and his manhood aching in front of him. His body arched once again, chest pressing forward in the air. Her finger withdrew even before he knew it. But while it had pressed against his tight little bud, he had closed his eyes for a moment and whimpered softly, his cock almost jumping that instant.

He opened his eyes and waited. Watching her in the mirror as her ever so delicious tush swayed in the air and teased him. The garters and stockings adding that extra bit of pleasure for his lust filled eyes to view. He knew she had the paddle in her hand. He knew she was going to use it on him. He swallowed. The anticipation was a constant. His eyes shut and his body shifted slightly as the first smack hit his now well oiled thigh. Opening his eyes, he just watched the figure standing behind him in the mirror. He said nothing. Not a sound. The only response she got was from his actions. Or rather reactions.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The second strike was a backhanded one to his outer left thigh. Moving around him counterclockwise….

Whack.

The paddle hit his left posterior cheek, reddening it. Another landed on his right cheek. She watched his skin turn red. He looked good wearing red, she decided.

Whack. Whack.

Each cheek took another turn with the surface of the paddle. The next swing landed on his outer right thigh. The blows were hard enough to make all of them sting. Not some light sting by any means. It was meant to be felt into the muscle. There was controlled power behind her swings. The muscles in her arms had been developed so she could swing a sword with ease. She knew the power in them.

Stepping close to his back, she ran her free hand over his firm ass cheeks, feeling the warmth in them with her palm. She squeezed one, her chin resting on his shoulder.

“I’m going to heat this ass up, My Pet. You have a few seconds to prepare yourself. Just long enough for me to step back and begin swinging.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He pursed his lips, trying not to make a sound as the paddle smacked against his left outer thigh. It stung like a bee. The next one hit him immediately. On his bare ass. His body shivered against the restraints as he watched his Lady whacking him from behind in the mirror. She had pressed all the right buttons so far. He was in a high state of mental and physical arousal beyond normality.

His manhood throbbed and ached with each swing of the paddle even as he clenched his cheeks. His arms, which had now really begun to feel the pain and legs, tugged against the restraints when it stung really bad. He started absorbing the pain slowly as his buttocks started getting warmer. She was not slapping him too hard. But it was just enough to make him squirm and make him feel her strength. And the control she displayed in using it.

He moaned softly as she approached him and ran her hand over his now reddened skin, squeezing it. His head tilted to rest against hers for just a moment as he listened to her words and whimpered.

"Yes please, Milady. Spank me. More."

His head straightened and he tried to find her in the mirrors once again, swallowing and preparing himself just as she stepped back to resume her assault on his tush.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

As promised, she stepped back and let fly. The paddle smacked straight across both cheeks. It retreated only to return in a full swing. The paddle fell three more times before she paused, coming around to stand in front of him.

“Now decision time, My Sweet.”

She reached down and casually picked up the crop, holding them both, paddle and crop, one in each hand. Glancing from one to the other.

“What should I do now? Continue heating that delectable ass of yours with the paddle or use the crop. Decisions. Decisions.”

She tapped the crop lightly against her chin. Turning the crop sideways, she presented the handle to his lips.

“Here, My Pet, hold this for me. Open your mouth, darling.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His body shuddered. The ass muscles tightened. The wrists pulled against the leather. Teeth clenched. It was painful, but arousing to watch his woman in the mirror dominating him in the way she did. Taking her own time with each and every step to slowly, but surely tease the fuck out of him. He felt his skin beginning to burn slightly as the paddle kept hitting across his bare cheeks. His head dropped as she stopped hitting.

He looked up into her eyes, panting, as she came around to stand in front of him. His lips quivered a bit. She could easily see the state his manhood was in. All she needed to do was lower her eyes just slightly. It was throbbing painfully. His arms and legs felt the pain too now, but it was more due to his constraints and not being able to move. The sweet pleasure that he was deriving from her torment however, could not be compared to anything.

His eyes lowered once again as she picked up the crop and glanced from one toy to the other. He knew she wanted to use one of them. Was she planning to hit him again? Where? Maybe on the ass. She had mentioned she would turn it red. Hot.

A soft moan escaped his lips as she tapped the crop against her chin. His eyes still not able to move away from the breathtaking view in front of him. His Mistress. Dressed to kill.

His eyes followed the crop as it came close to his face before she spoke and calmly commanded him to hold it for her. There was a confused expression on his face, eyebrows shifting, wrinkles appearing, but his mouth opened in silent obedience and the expression was gone in a matter of seconds. His heart however was still beating really fast.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He opened his mouth and she set the crop in it, using her fingertips to close his jaw with gentle pressure. She patted his cheek before she slipped behind him again. The paddle swished backward then forward with some force behind it, connecting with his sweet flesh again. It fell three more times before she stopped to admire her handiwork. His ass was completely red. She couldn’t resist, she had to touch him. She doubted he would feel pain at her touch. Her palm slid over the curve of his buttocks. He wasn’t just warm, he was hot.

Tossing the paddle aside, her fingertips trailed over him as she came to stand before him again, reaching up to take the crop with one hand from his mouth.

“Now, My Pet… the crop. She lifted it so the tip was in his view. This end is leather. It could deliver immense pain to your sensitive flesh if I wished it so.”

She let her voice trail off a moment so he could absorb that thought. Knowing M, his mind was furiously wondering how she was planning on using it on him. For the moment, all he needed to know was that, she was. She schooled her facial features. Nothing of her intentions were given away, not by thought or glance.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He was right. She was going to make him hold the crop in his mouth. But for how long? His jaw opened and closed for her as she ran her tender fingers over it before patting his cheek, his eyes following her until she was out of sight, only to find her in the mirrors once again. He didn't have to turn his head at all. She was everywhere. At all times. He did however need to keep his mouth shut.

As the paddle swung through the air and hit his already sore flesh, he moaned against the crop, lodged between his teeth, clenched. His neck and shoulder area was beginning to get stressed out as she continued her spankings. He felt her touch against his reddened skin and buckled. When she tossed the paddle aside and asked him to release the toy from his mouth, he opened his jaw once again, slowly. Then he tried to listen to her. The words sunk in. Eventually. His entire body shuddered at the thought.

She gave nothing away. Wicked woman. She was just enjoying torturing him. He had no idea where that crop would be landing next. Or whether she had something entirely different planned in her ever imaginative head. Impulsively, however, as soon as her words were absorbed, he gulped and shook his head nervously, while tugging at the leather cuffs. She could hear a soft whimper along with some incoherent words.

"Nnnn...No...Mistress...Please..."

He wanted to beg her to let him free. At least the harness. He didn't just want to be free though. He was aching for release. The delayed pleasure however kept his inner self from being too hasty. He was going to let her enjoy him for her pleasure. For as long as she wanted to. Until he could take it no more.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“No?”

Her brow, a well trimmed delicate arch over her eye, lifted, as she regarded him.

“Do you wish me to stop then, My Pet? Had enough, have you?”

She didn't believe it. He could end this all with one simple word. Stepping closer to his body, taking his harnessed penis in her hand, she squeezed it gently. Leaning forward, her bustier brushing against his chest, she slowly licked around his neck.

By now, she knew his whole body ached, for one reason or another. That’s what she was aiming for. She wanted him to ache for her. Be extremely aware of her and want her to the point he’d do anything to have her. Little did he know….

The palm of her hand slid down to cup his sac, her fingers curling around it as she waited for his answer to her questions.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He didn't want her to stop. No. He had merely shaken his head in fear of...

His throat went completely dry as he tried to swallow once again and meet her in the eye.

His lust filled eyes pleading, for her not to stop. The things she was doing to him were delightfully painful. He squirmed against her hand as she stepped close to him, squeezing his restrained cock, making him groan in pain. Her chest, covered in the bustier rubbed against his glistening chest, her tongue making him purr like he was her kitten, not her Tiger.

As her fingers cupped his jewels, he let out a soft moan. He did not want to try her patience. She knew he hadn't said the word. There was no reason for her to stop unless he did. She would do as she pleased irrespective of what he uttered from that mouth of his. She was the one in control here.

"No, Mistress. Please. Don't stop."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her fingers uncurled themselves from his balls at his words. She licked slowly up the front of his neck, coming to stop under his chin before withdrawing. Her hand circled his cock at the base. Finding his eyes with her own, she knelt at his feet, angling his hard length out from his body. The leather end of the crop tapped lightly at first on his sensitive, blood engorged head, still ensnared by the harness. It was just a few taps. She stopped, lowered her head and let her tongue sweep across it before her lips captured just the head, sucking gently. He didn’t get to enjoy that pleasure for long. She lifted the crop again and brought it down on his cock head with just enough force to make him wince before she trailed her tongue over the harness.

Her tongue left him, teasingly. She stood. The tip of the crop found its way between his legs, the long handle pressing upwards against his balls before trailing upwards over his constrained length. The crop tip slid over his length and paused at the top. She placed one hand on his shoulder as it slid back down again. Taking a step closer to his stretched out form, her lips found his ear as she swatted against his scrotum and whispered huskily, provocatively...

“Moan for me, My Pet. I want to hear the sweet music of your painful pleasure in my ear. Tell me, darling... do you want me? Do you want my mouth wrapped around your cock, fucking it, until you cum?"