The Room of Mirrors (Invitation Only)

[DarkWarrioress]

Her thumb and forefinger tightened on his nipple as she slid into one of the mirrors. If he stumbled, well, he'd pay for that, wouldn't he? Stepping through and to the other side, she knew he was directly behind her. She released his nipple once he cleared the mirror. They were in their very own cellar dungeon room. The fire in the fireplace crackled and popped. Her feet took her to the lone chair that sat in the room. As she sat down in it, the firelight cast her face half in light while the room cast the other half in shadow. Lifting one leg to rest over the other, she sat back in the chair steepling her fingertips, letting them rest just in front of her lips. He cleared the mirror and she pointed to the wall adjacent to her.

"Over there, My tiger. Against the wall. But only after you shed your trousers and briefs, please. Back against the wall. Raise your arms over your head."

The please was just a formality. A form of politeness. She knew he wouldn't argue with her. Pets deserved politeness unless they required otherwise. She watched him in silence and pleasure. After all, the rest of his glorious body was soon to be exposed to her eyes.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He followed her towards the mirror and through it, moaning inwardly and squirming all the way as she dragged him gently by the nipple, her hold firm and possessive over his mind and body. Where was she taking him? If he knew her well, it would have to be...of course it was! As he stepped through the glass, just behind her, into their dungeon. His lips curved. Shifting from light into darkness in an instant. From a bright place where he could see everyone and everything around him no matter which direction he faced, to a place where he could see only what was directly in front of him, that too in minimal light. Blood returned to his nipple.

At the moment, he could see his Mistress sitting in her chair, her face half shadowed, one leg over the other, fingers contemplating what he knew was sensual wickedness. He gulped and twitched. She didn't waste any time when he entered the cellar room, immediately asking her pet tiger to undress and stand back against the wall. He smiled at her loving words, although her demeanor was as commanding as ever and moved his hands to the belt buckle at once, glancing towards the wall. The leather slid out of each of the loops on his trousers before hitting the floor softly but with a metallic click.

His pants were next. Fingers undid another buckle, tugged on the zipper before sliding it down all the way, and pushed the black trousers down his thighs until they were pooled around his feet. His cock had apparently constructed a tent in his briefs. He knew she was watching him intently, even though he could not see her face clearly. It made the act of removing his clothes all the more arousing. No time was wasted in getting naked for her as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the underwear and tugged, pulled, the stiffness springing out, and dragged the fabric down his legs before stepping out of the clothing. A short walk towards the wall next to where she sat, facing it for a moment before turning his back to it as decided, arms raised over the head as ordered. Another tiny step backwards and his backside pressed against the cold stone, butt cheeks first.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She shifted in her chair to watch him with silent green eyes as he removed the rest of his clothing. Her fingers went from in front of her mouth, steepled, to resting on top of one another on her uppermost thigh. Her eyes moved over his naked form with his arms now stretched over his head.

"Secure your wrists in the manacles above your head, darling."

Her tone was soft, yet, in the silence of the dungeon, it seemed loud to her. Perhaps she was just listening too loud, trying to be heard over the beat of her own heart. Without further ado, she slipped to her feet, walking quietly to a cabinet against a wall across the room. Opening it, she withdrew a few items, placing them in a basket with high walls so he couldn't just see what she had. Returning to his side, she set the basket on a small table not far from his vertical position against the wall. Withdrawing an item from the basket, she held it up to his eyes. It was a measured length of chain and on each end was a screw down clamp. Each clamp was covered in a hard plastic.

"Do you know what this is for, love?"

The chain dangled from her finger. Her brows were arched in inquiry. Her eyes twinkled with a wicked mirth. There was a smugness to her upturned lips. Sometimes, it was about getting even, to see who could make the other squirm more, orgasm harder or more often. In the case of the latter, he had the upper hand on her. She couldn't begin to recall the multiple orgasms he had brought her body to, damn him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He watched quietly, his breath quickening every minute as she sat in the chair, hands resting on her legs, eying his now naked flesh right in front of her eyes. The anticipation made him squirm inwardly and twitch for her. Her words fell on his ears and he glanced upwards, first to his left, then to his right before looking back at her and nodding gently. She neither had to yell at him, nor use a louder or harsher tone. Not yet anyway. The softness in her voice could not be mistaken for any softness in her will.

"Yes, Milady. Your wish is my command."

Both hands slid into the metal shackles that dangled above him. He managed to secure the left wrist first, followed by the right one, twisting and stretching his body slightly on either side before pressing himself back against the stone. When his eyes turned towards his Mistress, she had already gotten up from her seat and was fetching something in a tall basket, walking towards him. What did she have in mind? Trick or treat?

Her figure emerged from the dark shadows and stood before him, now with much better visibility. A soft sound could be heard from his throat. There was something about a woman, completely dressed from head to toe, having a completely naked man, at her mercy. It was arousing as hell. Even more so when the woman was as wickedly sexy as his lady was.

She pulled the chain out from the basket. It had plastic covered clamps at both ends. He instantly knew what they were for. The length of the chain was neither too long, nor too short. His body squirmed a bit before he could speak. His eyes lifted from the chain to her face. He purred gently at her, noticing the expression. It was one of utter confidence and revenge. Sweet, sensual revenge. It sent shivers down his spine. He knew it was going to be a long night ahead.

"I think I do...Mistress."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Well if he wasn't sure, he was about to have it clarified for him. First however, she lowered her head, parting her lips to allow her teeth to capture his nipple, biting down on it gently. Her tongue washed over it. Giving it a small tug before she withdrew. His nipple was a stiff peak, just what she wanted. Taking one clamp in hand, she undid the screw and slipped it over the nipple before starting to tighten the screw. The clamp, as it tightened, started to spread and flatten his nipple under the pressure of the screw bearing in. Pausing, her eyes turned up to his face before she gave the screw another quarter turn.

She gave the chain a little experimental tug. It didn't slip from his nipple. Excellent. The clamp at the other end of the chain was attached to the free nipple and clamped down in the same manner. Her finger slid along the chain, drawing it taut against her fingertips as they slid and stopped in the middle of the chain. Releasing the chain from her fingers, she watched as it fell on his chest, catching the glitter of the firelight.

Her hands reached behind his neck to release the silver adorned collar he wore. She placed it on the table beside the basket. He looked naked without it. Not for long. Her hand reached into the basket again, withdrawing a wider, black leather collar which bore an O ring and a small D ring was fastened to that. The collar went around his neck and was secured. Nimble fingers opened the D ring, gathering up the chain that was lying on his chest. She slipped the chain into the D ring, closing it again.

It wasn't enough. She knew her Pet. He needed something more. Another object came out of the basket. Silver in looks. Steel in composition. One end was a circle. She slipped it over his hardened, upright rod, guiding it to settle at the base snugly. From the ring was a slightly curved bar and at the end of it was a small steel ball. Her hand guided the bar over his testicles and pushed the end of it between the crack of his ass until the small solid ball rested against his puckered entrance.

Her cheek rubbed against his. Her lips found the shell of his ear as she purred into it.

"Relax, darling. This is going to hurt just a bit as your hole stretches wider to accept it, but just think of how much you'll love it once it's in..."

Fingers abandoned the toy, seeking in the basket again for a small bottle, which she flipped open the top and oil poured onto her fingers. A faint scent of sandalwood and bay rum lightly tainted the room. Her fingers found their back to where they were before, coating the steel ball and then that back entrance. A fingertip poked inside, oiling him before it withdrew and another took its place, pushing and retreating into that dark hot place. Her other hand found his cock, hard and ready, throbbing against her lower belly and began stroking it, slowly and surely. The fingers behind him grasped the stem and started to push the ball into his ass, a little at a time.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He felt her bathe his nipple using her mouth. The warm air was replaced by the velvety touch of her tongue as it lashed against his taut bud. She had him aroused and stiff in all the necessary places. Her teeth first clamped down on the little peak, making him squirm and moan softly. Then, the hard plastic slowly grabbed his nipple as she began turning the screw. The pain didn't register at first. Oh but it would. He was quite sure of that. And it began as she tightened both the clamps over his chest before giving the chain a tug. He knew his Lady well. She was an expert at pushing all his right buttons, at the right time.

His eyes were on her the entire time. He tried to remain as still as possible. And the fun had not even started yet. Whatever she was planning to do to him, he knew it would be extremely pleasurable, but excruciatingly painful at the same time. Painful in a good way. Her eyes met him as she looked up. She was in control, starting to administer the pleasure she was about to impart. Her fingers drew back the chain, resulting in both his nipples being pulled. His body twitched slightly as his lips parted before the chain fell against his chest.

His eyes widened just slightly as her hands reached behind his neck to remove the sacred collar that he wore. He thought for a moment and the smile returned to his face. They had talked about it. The collar was never to come off, unless...He watched her place it to the side only to pull out another one from the tall dark basket. It was made of leather. Black in color. It would go around his neck the same way his collar did. But that wasn't all there was to it. His breath quickened as his Mistress attached the chain that held the clamps together to the D ring on the collar. And there was more to come.

It almost made him whimper. His entire being throbbed as she pulled out the silver object from the basket. Simple but effective. Hardened steel. It was made to contain it's own kind. Along with an attachment that was sure to drive him insane. His shaft was encircled by the ring as it slid all the way down to the base, the lower semi circle resting just above his testicles and the bar curving over them to guide the wicked little round end to his own. He heard the sensual purr in his ear and his soul puddled immediately. She was going to push that solid little ball of steel inside him.

"Ughn."

His throat made a wanton little sound. His body squirmed slightly against hers and the manacles. The anticipation, even though consisting of not more than few minutes or seconds in some cases, was killing. He felt as if he wanted it now, right this moment. Whatever it was she was about to give him. All of it. But a part of him knew, appreciated, and found the slowness of the process very arousing. Lubricated fingers slid against his rear opening before oiling up the metal ball. He immediately clenched his buttocks and gasped. Then, slowly relaxing his muscles, he looked into her eyes, purring gently. Her fingers would not be denied entry. Whenever and however she wished. He gulped as she continued to lube his tightness, his manhood pressing against the softness of her stomach, being stroked with her gentle fingers. Then, the slick ball started pressing against the even slicker hole between his ass cheeks.

Slowly, but surely she would get it inside him. He could only imagine what was next, once this lovely silvery device was installed between his legs.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She knew he was learning to relax at her touch or rather, her invasion back there. She also knew he enjoyed it. Many men did, in one form or another.

"That's it, Pet," she breathed into his ear.

Her fingers kept working the small ball into his ass. Her other hand kept stroking him. Her voice continued to breathe into his ear.

"Relax."

The ball eased into him and her fingers gently pushed it in until the curved bar fit against his scrotum firmly but not too tightly.

"Very good, darling."

Her lips slipped down to the side of his neck, gently suckling on his skin. Both hands cupped his ass cheeks and pressed him against her. She wanted him to feel the ball inside him.

"Can you feel it, darling? Can you feel that ball in your ass?"

Her lips had moved back to the shell of his ear while her fingers dug into the fleshy globes of his posterior. He could be such a cheeky little bugger sometimes. Teasingly, of course, but then, as His Lady, it was part of her responsibility and joy to make sure he towed the line. Properly. As his woman, she wanted to insure his pleasure. Her goal was drive him mad with it.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

She was persistent. Her fingers did the prep work to open him up slowly but surely. To make him less afraid of what was planned next. And considering what they had talked about, this would still be just the beginning. The thought made him squirm, not to mention her voice that was breathing in his ear, and the nimble fingers that were pushing the small steel globe into his tight little puckered opening.

"Mmmfh."

His breath was anything but smooth. Wrists tugged at the iron gently, Hands rolled into fists now and then. He was trying to relax. But the excitement created by the situation could not be ignored. He clenched his muscles occasionally as she worked the ball into him, stretching the ring wider and wider. Her words were comforting and encouraging. They did not however make him any less aroused.

"Uhgn."

When it was finally lodged into his bottom, his entire body wiggled once with a gasp before calming down. He gulped and squirmed slightly. Of course he could feel the ball in his ass. She had pushed it in firmly until the silver bar was curved against his sac. His manhood throbbed between them, hard and erect, the ring controlling it from the base. It would remain that way for a while, he was positive.

"Y...Yes...Mistress..."

He pressed his upper body against hers and his lower portion thrust back into her hands hungrily as much as he could given his position as her fingers grabbed the plumpness of his buttocks, while the warmth from her mouth sent shivers through his already shuddering existence.

"I can..f..f...feel...in my...ass."

A wanton, almost slutty sound could be heard as he felt his cock throb against her softness, while his bottom was stuffed with a foreign object. The slight pain searing through his body was not helping him control himself as the plastic covered tips of the clamps remained pressed over his nipples.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her hands slid over the swell of his ass, pressed against the small of his back for a moment. Her lips were busy nibbling on the shell of his ear, his earlobe, traveling over skin to the side of his neck, teeth and tongue, teasing. Savoring the taste of him. She was thoroughly enjoying herself as she set about insuring his pleasure. Her hands never remained still for long where her pet was concerned. Her hands withdrew as did her body. She left him hanging there, his cock collared and his ass barely filled by steel. Turning, she moved away from him, across the room toward a wicker chest. Her hips swayed beneath her clothing. Bending at the hip, she lifted the lid of the wicker chest. Her eyes searched for a moment, then her fingers claimed something from the chest. Standing agan, she turned back toward him and he could see what was in her hand. A leather leash but that wasn't all she had in mind for him as he would soon find out. On her journey back toward him, she paused at his pile of clothing and retrieved his belt. These two things were held in her hand as she approached him again.

Hooking the leash to his collar, she let it dangle down his chest. His belt, she looped around her neck, the buckle hung on one side of her neck, the end of the belt hung on the other side. Pressing close against his body, her lips found the hollow at the front base of his neck. Her tongue flickered out to bathe it as her fingers nimbly released him from the manacles before they closed over the leash, giving it a tug.

"On your hands and knees, My Pet. Do not keep me waiting. "

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Her hands roamed all over his body. His ass, stuffed with a tiny (at least in comparison with some of the other toys he had noticed recently in the chest) steel ball wiggled against her fingers before his buttocks crushed against the wall as her fingers slid over the small of his back. Her mouth teased him delightfully, sending that warm feeling throughout his body. She tasted as sweet as ever. Then it was gone. If he knew her, the wait wouldn't be long.

She had his manhood restrained along with his hands. But those were merely physical organs. She had restrained his mind the minute she had thrown that look over her shoulder and dragged him into the room of mirrors from their study, and then into the cellar, without using any kind of leash. She had one in her hand now though, as she walked back from the wicker chest. It wasn't the only leather item that was staring him in the face. His belt looped and hung down her neck like a thick black scarf. It made him gulp and moan softly.

His cock twitched and his ass muscles clenched, making him feel the presence of the metal inside his tightness. He squirmed even as she attached the leash to his collar and pressed close to him, a whimper escaping his lips before his eyes widened. She had released his wrists from the shackles while her tongue was busy extracting sounds of pleasure from his throat.

She wanted him on all fours. Right this instant. He was not going to keep her waiting. It took him a few seconds to absorb what she had done and said. Once his brain had processed the information with what little blood it had at its disposal, he had dropped to the floor in front of her and was on his hands and knees as ordered. His head lifted and eyes moaned submissively up into hers. He could only imagine what was going to happen next. It made him even hornier with anticipation.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

There was always a reason for her commands and at the root of them, was his pleasure. She watched as he got down on his hands and knees and looked up at her. She smiled. Running a hand over his head before she leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Such an obedient, loving pet you are."

Her lips brushed lightly over his before she drew herself up again, giving the leash a little tug, moving around the room with him in tow. The knowledge that his current position along with the movement would work that small ball lodged in his ass. Around the room they went, one full circuit. She stopped at the wall that hid the secret door he had first found down here. Oh yes, she knew he had. The dungeon held small cameras from all angles that she could flip on from their bedroom or from her computer in the study. The only insured privacy in the mansion was the bedrooms and the bathrooms. No other room held the expectancy of privacy.

"Do you remember what's behind this wall, darling?"

She spoke softly as she glanced down at him and felt the urge to run her hand over his naked back, down over the round mound of his ass and paused only long enough to wiggle the curved steel that so delicately rested against his engorged sac.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He closed his eyes for a moment and smiled as her tender lips kissed his nose and her sweet mouth showered praise and affection on her pet. They opened as soon as his neck felt the light yank. Leash in hand, she dragged him around on the cellar floor, stuffed ass wiggling behind. His bare knees rubbed against the stone as he tried to maintain the speed with which she moved in a full circle around the dark room before coming to a halt. She could have forced him to follow her faster, which might have bruised his limbs at least a bit. But she didn't. His collared cock, however, and the steel ball lodged between the cheeks of his buttocks made him throb, writhe and whimper all the way to the secret door in front of which they now were.

He looked up at her, trying to form something coherent before he could talk. His heart started beating slightly faster. Of course he remembered the door when he had first come here, down into the cellar room by himself. The memories sent sweet shivers through his body. She had recognized the gentle tiger within him and subtly guided him into this room, letting him explore it himself before the soft clicking of those heels had interrupted his expedition for darkness. And what a deliciously wicked interruption it had been.

Now, as she stood there dressed in green and black, with him at her feet, completely naked except for the collars around his neck and his manhood and the little devil rolling inside his ass, he felt another wave of anticipation hitting him. Did he remember what was actually behind the door? A flight of stairs perhaps? Or a dark passageway leading them somewhere. But where? He couldn't remember. And his position didn't make it any easier for him to think at the moment. He swallowed before speaking. The clamps hadn't been tightened in a while and he had gotten used to the pain over there. Submissive eyes gazed up into dominant ones.

"I...I am not sure Mistress. It has been a while. Are there steps behind the wall that lead somewhere? I'm afraid I don't remember where though."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She crouched down in front of him, fingertips touching just under his chin. The pad of her thumb slowly moving across his bottom lip.

"Shall I remind you, My Pet? There's a passageway behind this wall and inside is a bench, a bench I purchased with you in mind. We're going to be using that bench soon. Very soon. I'll have you on your back, your hands tied over your head. Each leg will be individually strapped to a pole, both of which form a vee at the end of the bench."

She lowered her face until their noses almost touched as she whispered her next question.

"Do you know what that means, darling?"

She didn't wait for him to reply. She answered her own question as she ran her free hand along his spine again, down to his buttocks. Lowering her head until her lips almost touched his ear and whispered.

"It means, once I have you tied down, you'll be totally open and vulnerable to me and you will ask me for it."

Dropping her end of the leash, she stood up, her fingers leaving him as she walked around him.

"Don't move, Pet. Don't turn around."

She, herself, moved to another closed wicker basket just out of his line of sight. Leaning over, she lifted the lid and withdrew a paddle, the very same one Yeishia had gifted them with. Well, hers. His was still in another wicker chest for His kitten. Moving behind him, she stood slightly to one side.

"But right at this moment, I wish to hear your dear sexy voice count for me after each swat is administered. Do you understand me, love?"

The surface of the paddle touched his ass and rubbed against it in small circles.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His mouth parted ever so slightly as the pad of her thumb teased his bottom lip, her fingertips caressing from the chin upwards as she lowered herself to his level for a moment, her sultry voice filling his ears. He nodded gently at her first question, followed by a series of erotic sounds that even he wasn't aware were about to be emitted from his throat. And if they weren't audible, his mind and his body was surely going to feel it. He just didn't know it yet.

He remembered the bench very well. She was going to lead him through the passageway and spread him open over the implement, naked and fully vulnerable to her. She continued to whisper, not waiting for a reply to her next question. She didn't need to. Her lips almost brushed over his ear as he felt the warmth of her breath against his sensitive region. It spread throughout his body.

...you will ask me for it.

Those words were enough to make him squirm and whimper like a slut. His manhood twitched and hardened even more, if that was possible. He watched her rise and walk around behind him. He didn't dare turn around. Neither body, nor head. Then he sensed her standing one his side. As soon as he looked up, he knew what she had in her hand was going to make imprints on his already filled ass. Her words only confirmed it. His eyes widened. He bit his bottom lip.

...count for me after each swat...

Another throaty whimper followed. She was making him puddle instantly with her words. His body responded with a slight wiggle as soon as the surface of the paddle touched and rubbed against his bare cheeks. She was about to drive him completely insane. Slowly and steadily. He knew it. He realized a bit late that she had asked him a question which he had to answer. He only hoped it wasn't too late, as his shaky voice was heard in the dungeon.

"Y...Y...Yes, Mistress. I understand."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Very good, darling."

That was all she said before the paddle lifted from his flesh and swung backwards. The momentum it carried as it came forward again to smash against his sexy ass, was enough to propel the ball forward in its tight confines, hard enough to mar his skin with a tinge of pink. It was a firm swat, but it had little power behind it. The sound of the paddle meeting his bare skin echoed against the walls of the dark room. There was a slight pause after the first stroke. This once, she gave him time to adjust. She hadn't taken the paddle to his backside very often. Maybe she should. He'd learn quickly enough that she wanted the count as soon as the paddle made contact with his skin. If his count wasn't quick enough for her, the next swat would be harder. However, if he pleased her with his counting, the swats would remain firm, but not harder. There was no going back. Once the paddling got harder, it remained such until he messed up again. The penalty for that, obviously, was the next turn would be harder and so on.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Her gentle words were immediately followed by a...

SLAP!

He felt the light pain as the silvery ball lodged between his ass cheeks, sticking deeper into the tight little pucker, making his already hardened cock jump with a gasp. A soft moan escaped his lips, echoing, although not as loudly, with the sound of the paddle as it smashed against his buttocks, sending a tingling through his genitals. It suddenly dawned on him that she had wanted to hear his voice as he counted for her, not just the slutty moans or whimpers. Each swat administered by his Mistress would be accounted for. A single miss and he knew what that would mean. Was he already late? It took him a couple of seconds to regain his thoughts and pull himself out of the arousal that he was getting drowned in. Hands steadied on the floor as he spoke.

"One."

It was only going to get harder from here on. He could not afford to lose his concentration or get lost in the feelings that she was inciting in him. Not yet. Not until she was done spanking his bottom into a color she wanted.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The next stroke came hard on the heels of his "One" and harder. Her voice was deceptively soft.

"One what, my Pet? Didn't you forget something?"

She straddled his back and leaned over him, tugging the band that held her ponytail in place, free. Her red tresses fell around her face and tickled his back as she pressed her lips to the shell of his ear. Forefinger and thumb of her free hand found the closest masculine nipple and pinched it.

"As in your address or have you forgotten so soon who I am?"

She tugged on his nipple and rolled it between her fingers.

"Now, refresh my memory. What is the count, My Pet?"

And he had better get it right this time or his ass was going to be sporting a brighter blush than it currently was.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

As soon as the word left his mouth, he felt the paddle slap against his cheeks again, this time slightly harder than before. His cock felt the shock as it jumped, hard and confined with the ring. He was almost going to commit the mistake of saying "Two" when her soft commanding tone hit his ears and brought him to attention, making him gasp inwardly and purse his lips with a swallow. His heart almost skipped a beat as she spoke. What had he forgotten? Oh shit! Of course. She didn't need to say anymore, but the firm whisper in his ear only confirmed what he had missed.

He felt the weight on him as she straddled her pet, her hair brushing over his neck and shoulders as well as his upper back, the device attached between his legs causing him to squirm in addition to her fingers pinching the taut little bud on his chest. Her breath was as hot as ever, the velvety touch of her lips warming the entire area around his neck and ears further.

"Ughn...Yesss...Milady...I mean...No...Milady..."

The tug on his nipple almost made him squeal in delight as she rolled the bud between her thumb and forefinger. He gulped once again, turning his head slowly to look back up as his cheek brushed against her chin, his head only partly visible under the beautiful red tresses flowing down from her head. He purred the next words.

"Uhm...Two, Milady."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His reward was another tug and roll on his nipple. Her lips brushed against the back of his neck, just above the leather collar before she released him, standing back up to her full diminutive height. She may be small, her voice deceptively soft and quiet, but the look that could come into her eyes when she was annoyed, spoke a warning of the hurricane about to land. However, M was safe. She wasn't annoyed with him, merely correcting his oversight. His discomfort was a slight thing for she knew the pleasure it wrought.

"Very good, darling."

She unstraddled him, patting his slightly reddened butt cheek.

Crack!

The paddle smashed against fleshy firm mounds. She waited for his count and before the final word had even left his mouth, the paddle delivered the next blow. His count would continue. However, she paused at this point, setting the paddle across the small of his back. Taking her sweet time, she removed her tunic, tossing it over his horizontal body. It landed in front of him in a sweet little pile of silk. She slipped off her heels just long enough to discard her leggings. Those too, went sailing over his head and joined her silk tunic on the floor. She was left wearing a garter set in raspberry and panties to match. The paddle was retrieved as she tossed her hair over her shoulder.

Smack.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The reward elicited another throaty moan as his body squirmed beneath her weight, the touch of her soft warm lips against the sensitive flesh of his neck sending goosebumps through him, if that sensation was possible with all the others already traveling throughout his body. Her words, and the soft tone, even though firm, assured him that he was in the safe zone and hadn't managed to irk her yet. It would remain that way, he hoped.

Once her weight, even though light, was lifted off his back, he relaxed just a bit only to find the paddle hit his round bottom immediately with a loud crack. It made the steel ball move inside his ass and feel like the ring tightened around the base of his cock making it twitch and ache slowly.

"Three, Mistress."

A moan stifled as he counted for her. The next blow was delivered almost without a pause. His voice became slightly shaky as his eyes rolled back into his head, the metal collar around his cock and end stuffed into his pucker doing wonders to make him writhe in pain and pleasure at the same time.

"UGHN....F...F...Four...Miss....tress..."

He was anticipating another hit but he was wrong. His lady had her own way of doing things. Taking her own time. This would be no different. His eyes widened as he swallowed, the paddle resting on his lower back and turned his head to look at her when the first piece of silk clothing dropped right in front of him. His lips parted with a gentle purr as he remained on his hands and knees, eying her undress before him, right down to the raspberry colored lingerie, while the heels and the black leggings joined the pile on the floor. He bit his bottom lip as the hair was tossed over her shoulder. Then, the counting restarted with a wanton groan as the paddle was lifted from his back only to land on his blushing buttocks.

"FIVE! Mistress..."

Even if he wanted to, he didn't think his Lady was in any mood to switch at the moment. Besides, the tiger within him was far from growling right now. He was trying not to collapse in a puddle and the worst part was that she hadn't even begun yet. They were still behind the door that would lead to the bench, on which she had planned to...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes narrowed. That should have warned him. Stepping forward, she pressed her leg between his and against his hanging testicles, applying a bit of pressure against them. The edge of the paddle met his jaw and pushed, the pressure forcing his face forward again.

"Did I tell you, you could turn your head and watch me, Pet? I don't remember giving you permission to do so."

She growled throatily. He was being forgetful today apparently. Reaching down between his legs, her fingers curled around his male sac and squeezed, just enough for him to realize he had displeased. She released him, stepped back and swung the paddle again. This time with enough force to make him rock on his hands and knees. He had better remember the count... or else.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He was staring down at the floor once again, as the paddle turned his face away from her, her leg pressing against his testicles making him groan and squirm in light pain. He had known that look in her eyes. It was one of displeasure. Her voice fell on his ears and confirmed what he had realized a little late than he should have. The throaty growl sent shivers through him.

"No, Mistress. I...I...apologize."

His balance quivered as he felt her hand grab his nut sac and squeeze it gently, eyes almost rolling back in his head as his manhood throbbed and ached further, his muscles clenching the stuffing inside his bottom, making him feel it.

"Mmmmpfff"

Another blow was administered. Harder with more force than before. It made him rock on the cold stone floor of the cellar.

"Ughn....Six! ..Mmmm..Mistress."

He was going to have to focus and remember things better. Or else pay the price.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Apology accepted, love."

Her tone reflected it. The next smack of the paddle followed. Her hand drew back and another was placed on his reddened backside. He was lucky if he caught his breath when the next two followed, hard on the heels of one another. The paddle was withdrawn and put away.

The cool palms of her hands replaced it on his warmed cheeks. She could feel the heat rising from his skin.

"You're a little distracted, My Pet. That wouldn't have anything to do with what you're wearing, would it?"

Humor laced her tone. The soft click of her heels punctuated her words as she came along side of his shoulder, extending her hand for his leash, which lay on the cold floor next to his own.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His relief after she accepted the apology was short lived. The next four blows that were delivered were back to back. She didn't give him enough time to speak as the last two slaps were administered without any gap.

"Seven, Mistress"

Another smack followed as he buckled and moaned out loud, his behind wiggling in lust, not knowing but wanting more. His senses were betraying him.

"Eighhh...Eight...Mistress"

His cock twitched, throbbed and ached, the little silvery devil fucking his anus in the most subtle manner possible, while the paddle swung back and forth in the air. The ninth and the tenth spanks made him whimper out the words, not able to utter them coherently.

"Nigh..nnn...Miss...Ughn...tress...Ten...Mistress..."

It stopped. Her soft, cool hands kissed his burning butt cheeks as she teased him. Of course he was distracted. What else did she expect? He merely gave her a throaty purr, his eyes darting to the side, noticing the heels as they came into view. He didn't dare look up just yet. Then out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her outstretched hand, swallowed and looked up at her. He was safe. But she wanted something. He thought for a moment. His eyes dropped to the floor and he immediately realized what it was. The leash hanging from his neck, lying on the floor next to his hand was grabbed and offered to his Mistress. His body shivered slightly as he balanced himself on the other hand.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Thank you, darling."

Her fingers wrapped around the leash he held up for her to take. Giving it tug, she headed for the only chair in the room which sat adjacent to the fireplace. She stood in front of the chair, her body cast half in firelight and half in shadow, watching her Pet as he crawled toward her.

"I have two tasks for you, My Pet. First, I want you on your knees so you can undo my stockings from my garters. Then remove my panties."

She looked down, studying him. She had no intention of turning around either, which meant that he would have to press close to her as he reached around behind her to undo the two garters at the back of her thighs. Now to see if he would do only as instructed or if she was going to have to punish him more.