The Room of Mirrors (Invitation Only)

[Mav Unlimited]

His hand dropped to the floor once again, palm pressing flat on the cold stone floor. It didn't seem that cold anymore.

"Thank You, Mistress."

His bottom wiggled in pain as she grabbed the leash offered to her and tugged at it. He felt the pressure against his neck as the collar rubbed his flesh, making him follow her in the direction of the fireplace. The device attached to his cock and the steel ball made him squirm and moan delightfully once again as he crawled on the ground, led by the leash like a pet. She did not sit in the chair that was next to her, but stood tall, towering over him, only half of her sexy lingerie clad figure illuminated by the fire, the other half as dark as the dungeon, as he knelt at her feet.

His ears snapped to attention as she spoke. Two tasks. Stockings. Garters. Panties. He gulped and looked up at her still on his hands and knees. He was going to have to get closer to her...in order to carry out both the tasks. The teasing had only begun. Damn Her!

"Yes, Mistress. As You command."

Lifting himself up onto his knees and dragging himself a few inches forward, he reached with both hands and tentatively looked up at her, fingers hovering over the front right clip of the garters that were attached to the stockings. He wanted to make sure his brain was in the right spot and that he would not do something to displease his lady. His eyes dropped to her thigh as he gulped and took a deep breath, undoing the stocking from the garter. The same process was repeated on her front left thigh.

There were two more clips to be removed at the back of her thighs. Scooting closer, his hands went around her legs and undid the remaining couple of hooks, separating the garters from the stockings. All the while, her exquisite womanly scent flirted with his nostrils as his head was as close to her sexual center as possible without touching it. And he wasn't going to touch it. Not yet. Not until she granted him permission. He was however going to have to remove her panties.

Another squirm. One down. One more to go.

She looked like a goddess stepping out of the shadows. His cock ached for her. His stuffed bottom clenched and unclenched with a growing need. Slightly shaky fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and tugged...rolling, sliding and pushing them down her creamy thighs, past the dangling hooks and stocking clad legs, all the way down to her ankles. His mouth watered and went completely dry at the same time as her lips came into view. He tried not to look between her legs directly, eyes lowering to her feet before his head dipped back to look up at her. His body continued to squirm on the floor as he purred.

"I would need you to step out of these, Milady, so I can remove them for you as you instructed...please."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Still holding his leash in one hand, the fingers of her other hand balanced delicately on his shoulder as she lifted one foot then the other to clear the panties altogether. With a bit of maneuvering on his part, her heels cleared them without incident. Leaning forward, she kissed his forehead. She drew back, sitting in the chair, leaving him, oh, perhaps two steps on his knees, from her. By now, he had experienced that steel ball from the different angles. She left him standing on his knees, facing her as she contemplated the firelight flickering across one half of his body. Her eyes followed his contours, roamed over flat surfaces, moved lower, enjoying the sight of his cock caught at the base by the steel ring, noting the bar that disappeared behind his testicles. She smirked slightly before turning slightly toward the small round table next to the chair. Taking up a crystal decanter and a cut crystal tumbler, she poured some of the amber liquid into the tumbler. The decanter was replaced on the table. The tumbler rested between her fingers, gently swirling the liquid it contained.

With a deliberately slow, graceful motion that belied the position she took up, she draped a leg over the arm of the chair. It was a clear wanton gesture. She didn't care. It was only M and her in the room. It wasn't as if she hadn't taken such a position with him before either. Still watching him, she lifted the tumbler to her lips and sipped from it. Whiskey. The amber liquid left a heated trail down her throat, pooling in her belly. She tipped her head back slightly, letting the liquid glide down. Her eyes closed briefly as she savored the heat it produced in her. Then licked her lips. Opening her eyes and bringing her head back upright, she crooked a finger at him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He twitched on the floor as she lifted each of her legs, the heels slipping out from the panties, one at a time. His eyes closed for a moment with a smile as she kissed his forehead. They opened almost instantly, not wanting to miss anything she said or gestured. She was now sitting in the chair in front of him, only a couple of steps away from where he knelt, watching him intently. It made him blush in the darkness as her eyes feasted on his vulnerable, exposed maleness from head to toe. The steel ball fixed between his buttocks was working like a charm, making him writhe ever so slowly, not letting his muscles relax, while his manhood was collared at the base, throbbing hard for her. His testicles were partially restricted by the bridge between the two ends, but still comfortable enough for him not to let his eyes roll back into his head.

He glanced to her side as she grabbed the decanter and poured the fine liquid into a tumbler. He gulped once. His eyes flicked from her mouth to the tumbler to between her legs and then back at her. When she draped that leg over the arm of the chair, he gulped again. This time with a throaty whimper. She was pushing his buttons alright. The gesture was clear and direct. She knew him well. Then the tumbler went to her lips as his mouth went absolutely dry and he restrained himself from shifting forward and throwing himself at her. At her. Between her legs. Whatever. On the ground. He wanted to crawl and purr for her right now. He wanted to be that whiskey and drip down her throat. She was turning him on like anything, making him puddle inwardly. He was certain his genitals did a somersault somewhere along the way. Damn Her!

He continued to watch her with bated breath and an open mouth as the whiskey traveled down her throat, surely firing up inside her stomach. He knew however that it was not enough to satisfy her hunger. The craving and heat that she felt within her. The same way he did, inside him. He shivered as she opened her eyes and licked her lips. Pure seduction. Slow and sensual. Dripping from her. The crooked finger was enough for him to shift forward and close the distance between them, edging towards the beautiful darkness that was his Mistress. His chin was now positioned above the edge of the chair on which she sat. He tried to breathe normally but it was difficult. Trying not to glance here and there, he focused and looked her in the eye, the way she liked.

"Yes, Milady?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She didn't speak yet. The same finger that crooked at him, ordering him to come closer between her parted thighs, slowly trailed up her inner thigh. Her nail dipped between her feminine folds as her head eased toward the back of the chair, arching her neck in a graceful line. The firelight flickered across her exposed skin. A soft small moan sounded in the room as her finger dipped, scraping across tender, sensitive parts. As the finger dipped inside her, disappearing from his view, her hips arched slightly off the chair to meet it. The finger wiggled and thrust back and forth for a few minutes. Soft sounds of pleasure left her lips. Her other hand clutched the tumbler still partly filled with the whiskey.

The wood in the fireplace crackled and popped. Slowly she withdrew her finger, lowering her head until her eyes met his.

"Lick me, My Pet."

Her lips parted slightly as her chest rose and fell faster than normal. Her eyes were laden with anticipation. Her voice was a husky, rough whisper.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He swallowed again. His eyes never left her finger as it seductively trailed up her inner thigh before her long fingernail teased the petals of her sexual center that glistened with moist heat. He could hear the fire crackling and popping somewhere in the background, the dim light just enough for him to observe his Mistress as she teased him deliciously. He was about to get lost in her. Completely. He just hoped his brain would have enough...maybe just a little bit blood to function without being a whimpering puddle. He knew it would be very difficult.

His lips parted, tongue peeked out as the soft moan escaped her lips and the fingernail disappeared completely inside her. So did the rest of her finger, before it slid out partly, then back in. There was a sound at the back of his throat. He glanced up at her, her eyes no longer staring back at him as she got lost in the sensual pleasure for a moment, head dipped back. One glance at the tumbler in her grasp. He inched forward but refrained from touching her yet. She started to finger fuck her own pussy. Slowly. His mouth was wet one minute and dry the next as his gaze was fixed between her thighs. Then, as the finger slid out, he looked up into her eyes and purred gently at her words.

Her request was simple and direct. Her tone wanton, but controlled. She wanted him to lick her. His tongue was all but wagging. His cock throbbed at her gentle command, while his muscles clenched around the silvery round thing toying with his ass. The way her bosom flowed, rising and falling with each breath, was beautiful. He growled softly before his head dipped from the edge of the chair towards her lips, knees shifting forward slightly. The essence of her womanhood intoxicated him as he took one glance upwards at her as a confirmation of her approval before diving in.

His tongue was sliding up her moist slit the next second. His eyes closed for a moment as he took in her scent, the little muscle in his mouth slowly moving all around her folds. His lips parted further to gently suck on the petals before his tongue wiggled between them, tasting her. Sweet as ever. His hands were itching to join his mouth and give her all the pleasure she deserved. He hated to move his tongue away from the prize that it had been offered, but he didn't want to take any chances by not asking first. He leaned back and smiled up into her lust filled gaze with a slight hesitation in his eyes.

"May I...use my hands, Milady?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The muscles in her thighs trembled as she gazed at him. There was a brief thought to deny him the use of his hands, but she was greedy. She wanted to savor every ounce of pleasure he could and would bring her. She took another sip of the whiskey, letting it add to the heat in her belly. Smiling over the rim of the glass, she gave her permission.

"You may, My Pet."

Her hips were already tipped in his direction as the soft roughness of his tongue touched her. She felt the gentle suction of his mouth before his tongue was slipping into her. Her eyes were half closed as her free hand slid over his head. Her palm cupped the back of it, holding his face lightly against her. A soft feminine growl rumbled from her throat. Their play time had just begun....

 

[Mav Unlimited]

If his Mistress had denied him the use of his hands, he would have happily buried his face between those gorgeous thighs and licked her over and over until she exploded and then some more, shoving his tongue into her deepest darkest places, just the way she deserved. A slight grin formed across his lips though, as he heard her utter those words, partly out of the greed he knew was firing up inside her core, the same way the clear amber liquid was inside her belly, granting him approval. He made that sound at the back of his throat. His cock twitched as he watched her. He knew there was no release for him yet. The pain was agonizingly sweet as the implement teased and tortured his butt with each delicate movement, extracting almost unmanly whimpers out of him.

"Thank You, Mistress."

His tongue was pressing against her folds once again, the feminine scent invigorating as well as intoxicating at the same time. He closed his eyes for a moment and just inhaled it. He could lose himself in it forever. But that would only earn him punishment. Now wasn't the time to attend to his own pleasure. His arms lifted. One hand slid up the leg that was not dangling from the arm of the chair while his other hand wasted minimum time before it joined his mouth. Two fingers pressed firmly against her slit as he planted a kiss just above it. His other hand moved up further and caressed her inner thigh before squeezing it gently, his cheek brushing against the tender flesh. He could now feel her guiding hand at the back of his head. The tigress's growl reached his ears. His tongue slid lower and dipped inside her but just for a brief while. It slid out, forming a temporary bridge between the two sets of lips comprised of his saliva and her juicy
secretions. His tongue stroked her pussy slowly and steadily while the fingers shifted upwards and ever so gently brushed against the area around the hood that concealed her sensitive little pearl.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her head pressed back against the winged chair, fingers wrapped around the glass, her eyes, half closed. Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip as his tongue and fingers went to work. Soft kisses on her inner thigh made her want to purr in pleasure. His tongue, slipping into her inner heat, made her hiss not from displeasure, oh no, just the opposite. The velvet roughness of his tongue made her twitch.

She raised the glass, letting the whiskey slide past her lips, as her hand continued to guide his head toward the parts of her that wanted the most attention. Lifting her head from the chair, her hand gripped the hair at the back of his head and yanked, turning his eyes up to hers. She so hated to take him away from his lapping. It really was quite pleasureable. There was another task she had for him to do before she returned his face to between her thighs.

"Come sit on my lap, darling. Facing me. I have another task for you."

She dropped her hooked leg from the chair's arm, bringing both together as she waited for him to comply. More pressure on his ass. Oh dear.... what would that little ball do?

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He suddenly felt his head being jerked away while he was slurping his Mistress's pussy happily. Her fingers were gripping his hair, her eyes demanding that he look up at them. The tumbler was still in her other hand, now half empty. He gasped, slightly surprised, but not much, knowing her, and moaned softly, licking his lips, her taste still fresh on his tongue. Then he swallowed as she asked him to sit on her lap. Another task? There was a twitch in his body. The promise of what lay behind that closed door had created a spark within him moments earlier. Her slow, sensual teasing...fuck how he loved it...however, had kept his ignited passion contained. His compliance was immediate as he rose from between her legs, his face reluctantly withdrawing from the warmth and the moistness he was starting to get lost in. He did not have a choice. He had relinquished all control to her.

"Uh...Yes, Milady."

He started wondering what she had in mind even as his knees lifted off the floor and slid on either sides of her thighs. The way her brain worked drove him crazy sometimes. And the anticipation...oh dear god! She had asked him to face her. The little devil lodged between his buttocks moved, the ring tightened around the base of his aching cock as he straddled her lap, throbbing, shifting carefully so as not to hurt himself in the excitement. His manhood brushed against her thigh before he settled, his cheeks slightly parting, pressing down on her upper thighs. His eyes gazed...no...moaned down into hers as he purred, while squirming, not just inwardly, fingertips finding her shoulders and resting on them for support.

"How may I...ughn...obey You...Mistress? What is the...twitchsquirm...task that you have for me?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She rubbed her legs under his butt, tipping her head back slightly as she watched him. A devilish grin crossed her lips.

"I want you to finish undressing me, love."

Easily done, right?

"With your mouth. Usage of teeth is acceptable. If your hands even so much as touch the material, I will bind them behind your back, am I clear?"

While her voice was firm, it held a teasing note to it. He knew good and well, she was serious. She would bind his hands. Her eyes twinkled in challenge and amusement. Leaning forward, she trapped one of his nipples between her teeth and gave a little tug. Her tongue laved over it before she set him free. Her free hand slid back to give his ass a sharp swat.

"You may begin, love."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

"I want you to finish undressing me, love."

The words were music to his ears. His lips curved into a smile as his mind began imagining undressing his Mistress. Then her next words played a different melody as they clashed against his eardrums.

With his mouth. No hands.

Of course! Did he expect anything less from her? God she was good. Not that he had any doubt whatsoever. Devious woman. Drove him crazy. But the thought of removing the rest of her clothes which consisted of the corset/garter set and stockings, sans the panties which were lying somewhere on the floor, using just his mouth and thank god his teeth, sent delightful shivers through his body as he squirmed on her lap, the already planted device between his legs doing wonders for the sounds that were being produced from his mouth and the subtle movements of his body parts.

He noticed her eyes as they teased him. He gazed back into them with pure lust, and a throaty moan, then his head threw itself back as she spanked him firmly after tugging on his nipple. He had no time to waste. She had ordered him to begin. Although he needed to slide off her lap first, if he had any chance of finishing the task that had just been assigned to him.

"Yes, Milady."

That's all he said before his fingers came away from her shoulders, his head dipping towards one of them. Hands steady against the arms of the chair, his lips pressed against her skin, and the left strap of the corset before they parted and captured it between his teeth. He tugged at it, away from her neck, his lips and chin brushing against her shoulder. One strap hung loose on the left side as his mouth came off it. A soft growl followed. The same procedure was repeated on the right side as he leaned back to briefly glance at her before his mouth went to work.

He suddenly realized that the buttons were at the back. Although the corset had been disengaged from the stockings earlier, there was no way he was going to be able to remove the garment without her moving and letting him access to her behind. He swallowed before looking at her.

"Uh...I need to undo the buttons on your back. May I request you to please let me...access them, Milady?"

He spoke in a soft tone as his knees unfolded and got ready to be pressed against the ground once again. His eyes were waiting for her response, looking up at her even as he started to slide down from her lap and onto the floor, again very carefully, making sure not to hurt any aroused or sensitive organs.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His lips were soft, yet firm on her skin. She felt his teeth tug at one strap holding up the delicate material that covered her, felt the strap slide down her arm and pool at her elbow. His soft growl, as he passed from one side of her body to the other, secretly made her smile. As his lips found and tugged on the other strap, the nerves in her body tingled from his touch. At his words, she smiled slowly. She gave him no words, but set her glass aside and rose to her feet, stepping away from the chair so he could move behind her.

Her eyes closed in enjoyment of the moment, feeling him behind her. She was ever aware of him. His breath. His movements. His simple being. Just his mere presence turned her nipples into tight little aching rosebuds. By the same token, she was aware of herself. Her breath. The scent of her skin bearing the fragrance of Sensual Amber. She felt silky, sleek, powerful and sensual. Whether she was kitten or Mistress, she saw herself in his eyes. She was woman. Born for him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

It didn't take him long to move behind her, once she rose as gracefully as ever from her chair and stepped forward to make room for her pet to wiggle himself between the gap. The sensual fragrance invaded his nostrils. Her skin felt like velvet against his cheek as it brushed against it and the lovely fabric occasionally, while his teeth were busy capturing the edges of the hem of the corset at each of the junctures where the buttons were placed. His mouth moved down her spine slowly, unbuttoning the garment off her body, one round little button at a time. He could not help but press his lips against her flesh after each button as the snugly tightened cloth against her upper body was being removed. Then his nose brushed against the small of her back just before the corset snapped open and disclosed her backside. He was intimately aware of her ass the entire time, not too far south from where his mouth hovered. He couldn't touch it though. Another low growl could be heard from somewhere in the back of his throat. Damn Her! No hands, she had said. The tiger inside him wanted to grab his kitten by the hips and...ughn...rawr...A silky whimper was all that could escape his lips as he felt the ring around the base of his aching manhood tighten, while the ball, now sneaking inside him slowly, was causing his bottom to wiggle in a horny fashion. His task was only half done. The stockings still remained.

The corset had left her body and dropped to the floor as soon as he had ripped open the last button. He knelt behind her on the floor once again and leaned his head closer to the back of her thigh, swallowing once. His eyes closed just for a second before opening, mouth pressed against the edge where stocking met flesh. Teeth dug into her skin before pulling on the edge of the material that hugged her shapely legs. This was going to be tougher than the rest of her clothing. He had to balance himself as he placed one hand on the arm of the chair behind him and the other on the floor, tilting his head. His mouth tugged and pulled on the fabric, rolling it down her knee, calf, and all the way down to her ankle. He had to crawl to the front in order to get the stocking off her skin without tearing it, especially while revealing her knees. By the time the sock was lowered to her calf, both his hands were on the floor. The same procedure was repeated with the other stocking as he shifted all around divine feet on all fours, before purring eyes looked up at his woman, his Mistress.

"Would you please lift each of your legs, Milady, so that I may be able to remove these stocking off your feet?"

A gulp, only to conceal more slutty sounds from being emitted. As if she wasn't aware. He was staring up at her face directly, but his eyes were having the most difficult time in not wandering all over her almost naked form. His cock and his hands were the same story. As long as she had control over his mind though, it didn't matter. He would obey her till he passed out from the excitement. Not that she would let him. Not unless she was thoroughly done with him anyway.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The feel of his lips, the scrape of his teeth on her legs was almost her undoing. Those sensual lips of his against her back had her digging for the control she knew was there. A soft breath. Slender hands found their way to the top of his shoulders and rested there. For a long moment, green eyes looked down into dark velvet ones. She sat, lifting one leg, toes resting on his shoulder.

Smoldering green emeralds. Was there even such a thing? If not, there was now. But his sweet torture was far from over. It had been awhile since she was in charge. She planned to milk this for all it was worth and its worth? Priceless.

"You mouth may resume its prior duties once my stockings are removed, darling. You've been such a good Pet. How shall I reward you?"

One finger tapped against her lips as she gave thought. Her eyes half closed as she reached for her drink and sipped the whiskey from her glass.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His mouth got busy immediately. Turning his head, he closed his eyes. Hands were not permitted. He hoped she would keep her leg in the air long enough for him to complete his task. He was not allowed to touch her with his hands yet. Head dipping forward, soft kisses were planted against fabric clad flesh. Teeth grazed over skin as his lips pressed against her ankles before dragging the now rolled up stockings further down her heel and then finally off her foot. He had to pull on either side of her foot, alternately in order to get the material off before a growl escaped his throat and he simply caught the end of the sock between his teeth and stretched it out until it snapped and left her toes. He purred up at her before she lifted her other leg for him, the stocking hanging from his mouth. Once both the stockings were removed and lying on the floor, he kissed each of her feet gently and then advanced carefully between her parted thighs.

"Allow me to pleasure you, taste you, and make you cum, Milady."

The whiskey glided ever so smoothly down her throat as the scent of her wet sex beautified the air around him. She had asked him to resume his duties from where he had left off. He was more than eager to do so. Large lips kissed up along the length of each of her legs, pausing at the knees, and her thighs, to plant tender wet kisses against her flesh before they aimed to press against her pussy. His body was aware of the collar that was placed between his legs the entire time, making him somewhat restricted in his movements and the pleasure that was being imparted to his body through his own actions and her merciless teasing. His cheeks brushed against her inner thighs as he wriggled in between her legs, hoping for her to part them further. He could almost reach the coveted prize that he had been pulled away from in order to finish his other task of undressing his Mistress. A small whimper was heard in the darkness as he inhaled her essence once again.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She was pleased. He had done everything she had commanded and had done it well. She had drawn in a ragged breath when his lips and teeth grazed over the sensitive skin of her ankles. Damn him. It was one of her weaker spots. She almost melted right there in her chair as she watched him. Her thighs parted as his lips rose up along her inner thigh. Her body shifted, slouching down slightly in the chair. That one leg hooked over the arm of the chair again. He loved it when she did that and she loved doing it for him.

His mouth was making the fire in the pit of her belly flare. She could feel it spreading throughout her body until, as a whole, it thrummed with need. Her free hand went to the back of his head once again.

"Yes. Please me, My Pet."

Her fingers slid from the back of his head, around to his jaw, tracing the line of it until her fingers came in contact with his chin, She urged it upward until their eyes met.

"Use that talented mouth of yours and your hands and do not stop until I cum."

Her fingers released his chin, curling around his head again before she jerked it back into the juncture of her thighs and pressing against his face, rubbing herself against it. Her head tilted slightly against the back of the chair, spilling her hair over her shoulders and down her back. Raising the glass, she tipped it until she felt the amber liquid, once again slide down her throat, leaving in its wake, fire. Not the same fire that was burning in her loins, but both met and mingled.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His eyes conveyed a whimper as he looked up at her one last time, her thighs parting, one leg seductively hooking over the arm of the chair. She knew very well what that did to him. Even when the tiger inside him was wide awake and growling. At the moment, he was collared and being dominated in the most teasingly sensual manner. Her position only made him twitch and wriggle beneath her before his face got buried deeper between those deliciously spread limbs.

Her lips were wet against his mouth. The dampness surrounding him was unmistakable. The ever intoxicating odor from between her thighs once again stimulated his senses, filling his nostrils as she grabbed his hair and rubbed her pussy against his face, letting him know, not just with her words he had heard a few seconds earlier, what she desired. His lips complied without hesitation and his hands followed as they slid up her legs and over the creamy smoothness of her bare thigh.

The taste was divine. Sweet as honey to him as it dripped from her sex pot generously, slowly but surely drenching his entire face. His fingers dug into her flesh before one hand moved against the glistening folds and rubbed them using a couple of fingers. His mouth once again started to entice the little erotic pearl from its hood, flicking, lapping, and applying light pressure over it with the flat of his tongue.

Two fingers dipped inside her and began sliding in and out slowly while his mouth temporarily attended to the insides of her thighs, biting and sucking on the tender flesh there. He felt her squeeze his fingers inside her even as his own muscles were squeezing the tiny little devil lodged up his butt and making him moan against her cunt. His lips kissed hers once again as the fingers, now gleaming with her juices, slid out and started massaging her clitoris.

His tongue darted inside. His lips sucked softly at first. He was in no hurry. And he knew well she wasn't either. It was as if he was making love to her pussy with his mouth. His nose brushed against her wetness occasionally as he tasted her and paused for breath, but never more than a second or two. He could feel the heat around his face. It was like a furnace. Her hand did not relent as it continued to guide, press, and hold his head where it was meant to be. Could it get any better than this? If yes, he would find out. When it came to his lady, there was always something better. The ring that was containing his cock only tightened as he squirmed on the floor. He was not going to stop until the fire, the hunger, the passion he knew had been ignited deep inside his Mistress's core, had been sated.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her dark green eyes peered into his dark ones with the flickering firelight for just a sliver of a moment before his face was back where it belonged, between her thighs. Her wetness smeared across his lips like a lewd balm. She savored the feel of his hands on her legs. They made a claim without words. They didn't need any. Words, that is.

The texture of his tongue as it dove inside, seemed to absorb her. It stroked, it lapped before it deserted her interior to seek outer territory. Her hips twitched against that talented tongue of his as he located and coaxed the nub of her pleasure to the fore. She could feel it pulse under his attention. The unseen muscles that lay deep in her core rhythmically clenched and unclenched. She felt herself grow wetter. There was a growing heat in the pit of her belly that was spreading through her veins, igniting her need and desire into a blazing fire that only he could sate.

Her hand was wrapped around the crystal tumbler that held the whiskey she was drinking. She took a sip, allowing the heat of the whiskey to fuse with the gnawing heat her pet was inducing inside her. It was an intoxicating feeling. Glancing down, she watched the top of his head, feeling his lips and tongue work to please his mistress. She tipped the crystal glass, watching as the amber liquid spilled forth, touching her warmed skin. It slid between her breasts, down over her abdomen. It pooled in her belly button before it overflowed and drizzled down to meet his mouth. She could feel its warmth slide between her folds and knew it met his tongue.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

And it got better. He was right. When it came to this woman, she knew exactly what he would like. And she offered it to him, if not sooner, then later, as she teased the whimpers out of his writhing frame, kneeling at the edge of the chair where she was slouched up on the cushion with her legs spread, inviting and commanding him to please her. Torturing him sensually. Making her pet growl, moan, and purr for her.

He tasted the heat as it trickled down her belly and in between where their lips were kissing each other. He thought his cock jumped and exploded as the liquid came in contact with his lips. Fuck! One quick glance upwards and the sight that he saw, even in the darkness, made his lower body twitch in the most delightful way. The amber colored stream flowed down her body from between the mountains that were her breasts, little tributaries spreading along the flat bed of her stomach, while one of the stems entered his mouth, drop by intoxicating drop, mixing with her juices that were already quenching his thirst in the most arousing manner. He growled against her pussy and sucked on her wetness, driving his tongue deeper between her folds, before it slid out and lapped generously against her outer lips and then her little nub of pleasure.

She controlled the flow of the malt in the same way that she controlled the pleasure, and the pain, that she imparted to him. The scotch left the tumbler as slowly as it touched his lips, as well as hers, making sure he realized, in the pit of his own stomach, the fire that it had been igniting inside her. They now shared it, even though the amount of whiskey sliding down his throat was less compared to the amount she consumed. At least the speed with which it filled him was. Some of it dripped onto the chair. It drenched his fingers as well as his face. He caught most of it as his mouth continued to press against the rhythm of her hips, not relenting, ever eager to pleasure his Mistress and finish the job she had assigned him, the rest of his body whimpering with a simmering ache.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The muscles that ran the length of her inner thighs quivered as his mouth continued to incite her lust, her passion, her need. Pressing herself, unashamedly against his face, she took her pleasure from him. The added stream of whiskey that flowed down her naked body only inflamed her more along with the knowledge that he was lapping it up as fast as it flowed to his tongue. His tongue lapped and pressed into her, working in tandem with his fingers. She could feel her internal muscles twisting tighter along with her consciousness and everything else he affected. Somehow, she managed to set the crystal tumbler down on the side table, though it was a blind effort. Her legs lifted to his shoulders, draping over them, squeezing against his ears as her pelvis lifted and ground against his mouth. Both hands found the back of his head, holding him against her as she writhed passionately. Fingertips pressed against his skull as her senses tightened for an infinite moment before she felt herself shudder, splintering into a million pieces into a vacuumed space where only her heartbeat seemed to reside. Her heels, dug into his back as her body arched off the chair.

Her collapse back into the chair, her lungs remembering they needed to draw air, her muscles seemed nonexistent, she had no spine, all signaled her return to the here and now. The pressure of her thighs eased around his head as did her hands on the back of his head. Now, they simply, idly, stroked it.

In a moment. She'd gather her wits and return to the coherent. In a moment.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His Mistress stroked, massaged, and fucked his face with her pussy, drawing pleasure from his eager tongue as it snaked through her drenched petals, lapped at the amber fluid dripping down her body, flicked against the tiny bundle of nerves, and his fingers helping incite those delicious sounds from her throat that he so adored, no matter who was in control of the situation.

The tumbler was then placed aside as the flow of whiskey subsided, eventually halting, the taste still very much eminent in his mouth, and the effect in the pit of his stomach. He could feel her body twitching in pleasure even as her legs wrapped around his head, sliding over his shoulders and holding him firmly between her juicy thighs. Her hands, even though unnecessary for keeping him in place, added to the already heightened state of his arousal as her fingers treaded through his hair before digging into his skull. There was nowhere else to go. He didn't want to. He could remain like this between her legs forever. Inhaling her intoxicating scent, relishing the essence of her womanhood, and drinking from her fountain of love. It was addictive. She was addictive.

He felt the shudder when she orgasmed. Her legs, her hips, her pelvis, her fingers, and her arching frame. His mouth remained locked against her lips, and then her clitoris as she drew air and gasped for breath, her heels causing his body only to press forward against the edge of the chair that she was writhing on. The implements between his legs were a constant reminder of what was making his aching cock not spurt out the cum that was building inside him, and who he belonged to. He belonged to the lady that lay spread in front of him, his face caught in between her glistening thighs, and painted with her honey.

He tasted every drop of her sweetness as she offered him his prize, his reward. His head drew back just enough to look up at her, eyes opened wide, his lips curving into a satisfied smile as she stroked him idly, lovingly. He had had the opportunity to please his Mistress. To taste her. To make her cum. And smile. What more could he ask for? He knew well that she had other plans for him that did not just involve smiling and stroking. But for now, he would bask in the warmth that she offered as he closed his eyes for a moment and lay his cheek against her inner thigh. Just for a moment. When his eyes opened, he kissed both her thighs, then her wetness and gazed up into her dark green eyes.

"Thank you, Milady."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her fingers traveled over his head in a caressing manner. With eyes closed, she simply concentrated on breathing, pulling herself back together. Hearing his words, made her smile. Such a good pet. Her pleasure was his focus. To serve, please and obey. He did it so well.

Her legs slid off his shoulders. Her toes found the stone floor and she pushed herself upright. One hand left his head, her fingers curled around the leash as she looped it around her hand and gave a soft tug. The action shortened the leash, but it also demanded he bring his face up close to hers. She admired the way the firelight flickered across his naked body.

Her mind was ticking fast and furious. She knew exactly she was going to reward him. But first, he was going to have to crawl for it. They were going to go into that room he had discovered on one of his exploration trips down into this room when he had first moved in. There was a certain bench that had drawn his interest. She had every intention of strapping him to it. And then.... well.... and then they would see what happened next.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The weight, even though negligible, and much welcome, not that he had a choice, was lifted off his shoulders as she sat upright. His head leaned back from between her thighs where he lay happily inhaling the freshly fucked lips of his Mistress. He had managed to please her, which in turn pleased him. He purred up into her eyes as the collar around his neck tightened at the tug of the leash which was in her hand.

His knees pressed into the stone cold floor to lift his body towards her slightly, his hands tentatively moving from his thighs to the sides of the chair as he brought his face closer to hers. He swallowed once, noticing the look on her face in that darkness. It was by no means scary, but he had an intuition of what she was going to do next. Although when it came to his Lady, anything was possible. Would she tease him further? Of course. The only question was whether they would be finally entering the room on the other side of that door or not. And how soon.

"Y-y-yes, Mistress...?"

His lips parted just slightly as he kneeled before her, naked, except for a round steel ball inserted into his tight bottom, a ring collaring his aching, throbbing, cock, and another one, much softer, although only in feel, around his neck. His mind started imagining all the things that would happen once they were in the room beyond the door. How much darker could it get?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her face drew closer to him even as she firmly tugged his leash, bringing his face closer to her own. Their lips stood a breath apart, eyes peering into the others intently. One with lust, the other other with knowledge of pleasing.

"On your hands and knees, My Pet. I do believe it's time we visited that other room now."

Her lips brushed tantalizingly against his. The tip of her tongue poking out from between her lips to run teasingly over his full bottom lip. Oh yes. it was indeed time. Her free slid between their bodies, her fingers gliding over his testicles. She found the bar that went from the base of his cock to his ass. Fingertips trailed along that silver bar that was no longer cold as metal could be, but warm. The heat of his body having warmed it thoroughly by now. They followed the silver metal to his twin cheeks and applied pressure, knowing that it would press that solid silver ball into his ass.

Her lips fluttered from his lips to his jaw, following the bone curve back to his ear. Her head lifted slightly so her lips were hovering close to the shell.

"I plan on tying you and having my wicked way with you, darling. I hope you're more than up for it."

Her voice was husky and full of promise with enough firmness for him to believe it. Just in case he had any doubts.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

It was time. And he had no doubts whatsoever about the promise in her eyes and the firmness in her voice. His eyes closed for a moment as her lips brushed against his seductively only to open, accompanied by a squirmy groan as her fingers found the device attached between his legs and applied pressure. He felt the little round devil inside him as his bottom wiggled and moaned for her. His cock was begging to be freed. Pleading to be relieved. For a while now. But that would have to wait. Oh dear gawd the wait! He knew there was a long road ahead before she would even think of letting him cum. A soft growl escaped his throat as his eyes gazed up into hers, filled with lust and a look of utter submission.

He was on his hands and knees the next instant. Her lips continued to tease him, making his body shudder with a warm and cold feeling at the same time as her mouth brushed, glided, and hovered close to his sensitive region, while her sexy voice filled his brain with thoughts of him being tied up in that room. He was more than up for it. Oh yes. He couldn't wait. It excited him and made him shiver at the same time. He did not speak this time. The look on his face said everything. He just remained as still as possible, on all fours, right in front of her feet, his neck collared, attached to the leash that was in her hand, while preparing himself to follow her. He knew she was going to make him crawl on that cold stone floor once again. Naked. Stuffed. Horny. Aching. For Her.