A Life on the Edge

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

She looked over her shoulder unable see more than the top of Ethan's head and his arms. "How about you? Do you like tasting my pussy?"

His reply came with a long low desire-soaked moan that made Jade beam self-satisfaction. She was surprisingly into this teaching a total noob in the ways of the kinky side of the force. Her imagination was going into overdrive cooking up one or two different possible roleplaying scenarios of her being either Ethan's teacher or private tutor that would accentuate this newfound erotic dynamic between them.

Then came his following kiss against her pussy lips tongue delving deep past open folds of her sex pulling her out of her reverie and into this single delicious moment. It made her stop sucking his cock and murmur, "Damn you're learning pretty fast."

"I like..." She heard him say when he pulled back up for air, "Fuck..."

She giggled at his words, "Maybe for round three we'll do some actual fucking-although-it'd probably be with me on top cowgirl style." She lifted up looked between their bodies to stare into his face smeared with the juices of her own sex all over mouth, chin, and cheeks. Fuck, he looked like a natural at pussy-eating. "I don't think I quite trust you to be over me without slipping and falling on top of me again just yet, buster."

She gave him a playful little wink before settling herself down more intently onto his face, "Now, let's get back to it, shall we? I wanna come from that tongue of yours the same moment you shoot your come into my mouth."

She lowered her mouth to take his cock head into her mouth using suction and the stroking of one hand while the other cupped and massaged his balls to get him closer and closer to doing just that for her. This was no longer the slow easy approach she'd been using before. This was her full skillset being utilized to their fullest in order to ratchet up the pleasure Ethan would experience while at the same time get her a mouthful of his spunk.

Ethan was proving to be a pretty fun and easy guy for her to fuck...in fact...it would be a shame when all this was over and he'd have to leave. A damn shame.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

"I wanna cum from that tongue of yours the same moment you shoot your cum into my mouth."

Ethan found it hard not to cum immediately in response to Jade's words. There was something odd about this girl which the young Korean could contemplate even as he tried his best to stay hard and focused. Fucking Jade was like fucking a fitness instructor. She issued instructions like she was telling you to bend and press. But in such a charming, sexy way complying was easy and difficult all at the same time. Other girls he'd fucked, and let's face it, there weren't many, didn't speak much at all beyond moaning or saying 'fuck me harder, big boy' as if that's what he wanted to hear. But Jade was full of giggled directions and offers and anticipation and previews of the next chapter. It made him warm and amused and hot and sexy. And most of all hard. Ethan wanted to cum and yet he wanted to stay like this as long as he could just to revel in the sound of her voice telling him what she wanted him to do to her.

How sexy was that? A girl telling you what she wanted, to give and receive. 'I wanna cum from that tongue....'

David had been different. He was all sullen and masterful. Ethan had simply relaxed into letting the older man take whatever he wanted. And the Oxford Don had been affectionate and giving just like the respected teacher he was in the classroom fully clothed. Ethan had learned from him, and given back in return, but never dominated.

And with Jade it wasn't completely different except for the joyful, sexy banter. But he felt like her puppy, playfully fucking her like she wanted, licking and whining and bouncing around, seeking her praise and her pats, and feeling better for them. Affirmed. Good boy, she might have said, tossing him another treat.

And he so wanted to answer back in the same vein, except that his tongue was engaged with her pussy and opening her up, while enjoying her mouth on his cock and her hand on his balls while desperately trying not to think about them at the same time. Cowgirl, she'd promised him before taking his cock between her lips, if he survived the sixty-nining. Astride him, lying flat and prone, she dominant. Think about anything else, he repeated to himself. Anything else....fuck!

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

"Now, let's get back to it, shall we? I wanna come from that tongue of yours the same moment you shoot your come into my mouth."

She lowered her mouth to take his cock head into her mouth using suction and the stroking of one hand while the other cupped and massaged his balls to get him closer and closer to doing just that for her. This was no longer the slow easy approach she'd been using before. This was her full skillset being utilized to their fullest in order to ratchet up the pleasure Ethan would experience while at the same time get her a mouthful of his spunk.

Ethan was proving to be a pretty fun and easy guy for her to fuck...in fact...it would be a shame when all this was over and he'd have to leave. A damn shame.

Take his response to her statement for example. He didn't say anything, but the intensity of his tongue spoke volumes instead. He was all for coming down her throat as she was being brought to positively drown him in her own juices as that wonderfully nimble little tongue made her go completely apeshit in orgasm.

She stroked her hand up and down his shaft her mouth drawing on his helmet and the other massaging his balls. As his tongue began playing wonderful games with her clit and its piercing as two of his fingers pleased and teased the inner fold and studs in the lips of her creamy little pussy. This went on for some time, both of them getting closer and closer together. It was so magical and erotic and romantic at the same time. Jade couldn't wait to reach that zenith with him and yet on the other hand knew it would mean this perfect moment between them would shatter once they did.

Alas, no moment could last forever.

His cock erupted and she captured every spurt of his salty tasty come in her mouth even as her eyes rolled up and trembling from the force of it she erupted from his own efforts in their 69. She must be inundating him with her juices from their sheer power of the orgasm stampeding through her nervous system.

And then that moment was over.

Jade sat up and turned to face him her mouth still full of his semen. She leaned over him so her face hung over his inches away. Her lips parted just enough to let one white glob of it slip out hanging between them. If he was indeed serious about tasting his own come from her mouth. Ethan would have to be the one to take that step here and now.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

Ethan came in Jade's mouth. He was conscious of wanting more control over his body, even as he tried to concentrate on pleasuring her with his tongue, but of being overwhelmed by what she was doing with his cock. She was so dexterous that Ethan lost count of the number of times he felt her hand on his organ, then her lips and tongue, then the back of her mouth, and back again. Even as he came he wasn't quite sure where they were in the cycle, but he simply relaxed into it, feeling his cock discharge and imagining the sticky goo dousing her oral cavity.

And to distract him even more, Jade came just as he did, her pussy pulsing, her juices slopping onto his face, into his mouth, onto his tongue. He'd eaten pussy before, but the college girls he'd fucked had been passive and untutored, and it had all felt like homework. Fucking Jade, on the other hand, felt like a reward for his good work, and he supped and sucked on her bodily fluids like nectar.

And then while he was still high and engrossed in fucking her, Jade sat up. He lifted his mouth off her cunt and turned to look at her. She leaned over him, opened her mouth and showed him the white reservoir of goo, his semen, inside her. He watched as she let a droplet escape across her teeth and drip towards him, an elongated ribbon of his own seed flowing inexorably towards his own mouth.

Ethan had tasted cum before. David had cum in his mouth regularly when they fucked. And he'd eaten his own cum as soon as he began masturbating. But this was special. Sexy and alluring. He wanted to be hard again, to stick his cock inside Jade, feel the piercings on her pussy lips as he slid into her. That would happen soon, he hoped. But first he let the droplet of cum slip and slide until it reached his lips, then opened his mouth and sucked it inside, before raising his moistened face to Jade's and kissing her cum-sodden mouth.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

Jade sat up and turned to face him her mouth still full of his semen. She leaned over him so her face hung over his inches away. Her lips parted just enough to let one white glob of it slip out hanging between them. If he was indeed serious about tasting his own come from her mouth. Ethan would have to be the one to take that step here and now.

The drop of white semen hung there and then lowered stretching behind a long cord between her puckered lips and his open and willing mouth. It collected there on his tongue and he closed it savoring the taste before leaning his head up and sealing his lips to hers in a tender and caring kiss.

Jade parted her lips to let her tongue slip past his and tango with his tongue. This let the rest of his semen sluice down into his mouth and over his own tongue. They swapped and shared it equally as they kissed, Her hand lifted and stroked his cheek tenderly as they cum-swapped his semen together. Share and share alike was the order of the day here now.

The kiss deepened and easily shifted to one more than just that of two veritable strangers having some sexy fun. There was more in this kiss. Something undeniable. Something deeper. Something that could truly be just the tip of a very very big and profound iceberg. It was startling to Jade since she'd only just met this boy...but...it was also too good to stop herself from exploring this thing just yet.

They both needed to breathe. So, Jade broke their kiss looking into Ethan's eyes and smiled breathlessly, "Wow...."

"So now you know how you taste. Pretty good, right?" She kissed him again. This time it was a quick peck on the cheek she had caressed. "I'll give you some time to recover before I ride you cowgirl style."

They cuddled on her bed together naked on her bed. "So tell me...is this all too much for you? Am I...you know...too much?" Her fingers traced over the contours of his shoulder and chest and abs idly as she asked him to hide just how much she was hanging on a ledge on those questions.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

Ethan lay back, warm and satisfied, as Jade hovered over him. A single pearl of his semen clung to her lip, then elongated and stretched down to him. He opened his mouth and felt it settle on his tongue. He closed his mouth and tasted it, savoring it for a moment, just the single drop, not enough to make a physical impression, but a gesture, a pact between them.

The Korean youth reached up and kissed her, slowly, deeply. Jade opened her mouth, pushing her tongue into him. The rest of his semen which she was keeping spilled across between them. He felt her hand on his cheek as his seed coated the inside of his mouth. For a long moment there was silence except for their breathing and the softest sound of their lips on each other, skin rubbing faintly on skin.

When he opened his eyes Jade was there, too close to focus on, her scent on him, in him, enveloping him in the bed sheets. 'Pretty good,' she said. He nodded as they kissed again, and cuddled. 'Cowgirl style,' she said. The girl was crazy. He needed to recover. But she knew. Already she knew more about his sexual needs than he did.

"....is this all too much for you? Am I too much?"

Too much, yeah. And not enough, Ethan thought, lying back and letting Jade's fingers outline his muscled chest. His cock was sore and spent and yet as he felt her finger tips on him, Ethan willed her to let them travel all the way down his body, between his legs, to fondle him, toy with him, bring him back to life, playfully, lovingly. Or harder. Whatever it took to make him ready again.

"Not too much," he said, hoping his breathlessness wouldn't give him away. How much to tell her when he wanted to tell her everything, and nothing at all, just to fuck her again, cowgirl style, any style, feel himself inside her, feel her around him.

"Just right," he said. "Perfect."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

They cuddled on her bed together naked on her bed. "So tell me...is this all too much for you? Am I...you know...too much?" Her fingers traced over the contours of his shoulder and chest and abs idly as she asked him to hide just how much she was hanging on a ledge on those questions.

His answer came in a breathless pant, "Not too much."

She could tell there was so much more he wanted to say to her just now, but he didn't. It was something she could sympathise with honestly. She wanted to say so much more to him too, but was too deathly afraid of fucking this up too. This was supposed to be just a fun little quick fuck of some boy she picked up in a coffee shop...it wasn't suppsed to be anything more than that...but the real possibility of it becoming that something more was hanging over both of them right now, and both of them it seemed were too chicken-shit to embrace it.

She'd been hurt before. Her previous relationship had crashed and burned so spectacularly just recently. Jade wasn't ready to get back on that horse just yet.

No, no, just keep this a nice, safe, fun little fuck and forget session. No matter how she was beginning to feel for this veritable stranger in her bed right now. Even with the fact that as adorable and sexy as Ethan was lying naked on her princess pink bedsheets.

"Just right," He said trying to forge onward without speaking on the thing they were both desperate to ignore thankfully, "Perfect."

"You need time to recover before I ride you cowgirl style," She said climbing out of the bed after giving him a cheeky peck on the lips, "Stay there, Ethan. I'll grab some waters from the fridge...." She paused looking back at him realizing she was going to leave him alone in her room. "You can look at my stuff, I guess, but don't mess with any of it. I'm gonna clean up in here eventually."

Naked she padded out of the bedroom and towards her condos lavishly appointed kitchen filled with pans and appliances she'd gotten when she thought she'd learn to cook food well, but barely even thought of using most if any of it all. Her fridge opened she bent over searching for the bottles of water she usually kept in there. She swore when one bottle of Evian was there to greet her.

Minutes later she returned with the bottle in hand to her room. "I only had one in the fridge so we'll have to share this one." She lay down on her side next to him on the bed unscewing the top off. and held it to his lips and tipping it to pour out into his open mouth with a playful giggle. With his mouth filled with water his cheeks puffed out she laughed again and leaned in to give his lips a quick kiss. "You're really cute you know that."

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

“You’re really cute,” Jade said. Ethan liked that. Really cute. Corny, but it hit the spot. He swallowed the water she‘d fed him, spluttering and spilling it onto his naked chest.

”You’re really cute too,” he said. Immediately Ethan regretted not being more original, but nothing came to mind. Cute. Fuck! The word sounded fine in her mouth and weak as fuck in his. A girl like Jade who picked up strangers in coffee shops and fucked them amongst the sex toys in her bedroom could get away with cute. A girl who spelled out clinically what she wanted from sex and had her pussy lips pierced could get away with cute. But a boy? Cute? Fuck!

”Evian,” he said, grabbing the bottle and examining it. Ethan had nothing special to say about Evian, but he wanted to say something, anything, to prove he was sentient, intelligent, more than a warm, fleshy sextoy in her bed. And yet sextoy came about as close to how he felt as he could get.

But what was wrong with sextoy if it meant fucking in the middle of the day with a girl like Jade? As usual he was over thinking things. Just shut the fuck up, Ethan told himself. Enjoy being a sextoy.

He looked about the room at her stuff. Look but don’t touch Jade had told him as she went to fetch water. What the fuck was all this stuff? Oils and lotions, plastic cocks, the tripod thing. A frame for something….a frame. A sling? Jesus! Serious stuff. Ethan had seen a sling, but only in porn. He and David had laughed about finding a club with a sling, but they’d never actually looked.

“Tell me about you,” Ethan said. “You and….all your stuff.”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

Minutes later she returned with the bottle in hand to her room. "I only had one in the fridge so we'll have to share this one." She lay down on her side next to him on the bed unscewing the top off. and held it to his lips and tipping it to pour out into his open mouth with a playful giggle. With his mouth filled with water his cheeks puffed out she laughed again and leaned in to give his lips a quick kiss. "You're really cute you know that."

He spluttered a little bit of the water escaping his mouth and landing on his broad chest. After he managed swallowing down the mouthful of water then answered her with a really dopey but also really endearing grin. "You're really cute too."

She giggled a little at that but lay on her side beside him, her leg draped over his thigh and fingers tracing over his fit athletic body. Her breasts pressed against his arm. "You're only saying that because you're getting a one afternoon stand from me, right now."

She looked away from his eyes and down to her fingertips playing with the goosebumps rising on the skin of his chest at that. Jade didn't want to just say goodbye to Ethan so soon...she liked him...was having fun with him...could it be possible that the two of them could be something more than just a quick one-time fuck?

She was just too much a coward to ask him if he wanted that too.

He took hold of the bottle and lifted it to read the label on it. "Evian?"

"Yeah, I know, I know," She rolled her eyes, "Very pretentious of me to get the most expensive and elitist one out there..." She shrugged, "...I like the taste better and money isn't really an issue for me."

He looked around at the scattered disorganized mess that was her bedroom with her cacophany of clothes and sextoys scattered haphazardly around and turned his head to look at her asking, "Tell me about you."

"Me," She replied feeling a little shy at his interest in her here, "There's not really much to talk about...What do you want to know about?"

"You and..." He looked back to where her sex swing hung from the ceiling, "...and all your stuff."

"Well..." She said a little slowly trying to decide just how much to open up to someone she wasn't expecting to see again after today...fuck it, she'd go completely honest and he'd just have to deal with her being a hundred percent real with him. "...I live alone, confirmed bachelorette for life here. I just got out of a relationship...so there's that...and my stuff..." She shrugged, "...I don't like to feel there's more in anything I do just beyond reach. If I do it. I want to experience it full on, no holds barred. That includes sex, you know."

She gestured to the sex swing, "So that's why all the stuff."

Jade looked back to him, "Does that weird you out?"

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

"Does that weird you out?"

Ethan thought on it. Why should it? Jade was open and friendly, and sexy and easygoing. Was she like that all the time? His limited experience of women suggested mood swings and demands and things he could never fully understand and sort out. His mother, his sister, the three girls he'd fucked before. Three. It wasn't exactly a statistically significant sample. And it was four now. Jade was number four. An increase of thirty three and a third percent.

And there was David, the Oxford Don he'd lived with and fucked for six months. When Ethan decided he was gay. Hmmm.

"No," he said, letting a little smile escape his lips, "it doesn't weird me out. I mean...."

I mean what, he thought. It's not like this is a sex dungeon and I'm your sex slave. But maybe that was what this is. Maybe Jade had locked the doors and destroyed his phone and meant to keep him here while she fucked him senseless. He smiled again and decided to say it.

"Maybe I'm your sex slave," he said, watching Jade closely to gauge her reaction. "Maybe you're going to keep me here to use like a toy and fuck me until I'm just a lifeless husk. With your toys. And that....swing."

Ethan hoped he'd sounded deep voiced and sexy, suggestive even. Hoped somehow that he wasn't just rabbiting on, but making it sound like an option. The fucking anyway. Not the slave bit. And he wanted to feel her pussy piercings on his cock if he got nothing else from their time together. That had become his goal as he weighed his options. Cowgirl? That's what Jade had suggested. But the swing? Did she lie in it to fuck or did she use a strap on to fuck other people? Men and women? This thinking was making him hard again, and he had no reason to hide it from her.

"I like you Jade. I want to experience it all too. So long as all includes sex. Or maybe just the sex."

It felt good to be so honest. But Jade was like that. No fucking bullshit. Just fucking. Ethan hoped against hope he was reading her right. Indeed, if Jade did make him her sex slave, at that moment Ethan felt it was the most desirable outcome he could possibly imagine.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

Jade looked back to him, "Does that weird you out?"

She watched his lips curl up into a small little grin, "No, it doesn't weird me out. I mean..."

She smiled back a little surprised at how relieved she felt at hearing him say that to her questions. He was taking a good moment to finish contemplating the thing he'd trailed off saying, and Jade gave him a prompt to get it to come out. "...You mean?"

"Maybe," He replied, "I'm your sex slave."

She was taken aback by that. She hadn't expected Ethan to be so bold as to suggest that so openly and audaciously. She smiled a little wider as she began to ponder a possibility she hadn't known would open up to her with this boy just now. Unless...he was just joking with her about it...normal vanilla people could say something like that and not really mean it. She could actually help fulfill that fantasy for him in a variety of different ways, and she'd have fun doing it too, but he probably was just nervously joking around about it though.

He was watching her reaction closely as he continued, "Maybe you're going to keep me here to use like a toy and fuck me until I'm just a lifeless husk. With your toys. And that.... swing."

Jade looked away took a drink from the bottle of Evian as she bought time to think on how she was going to respond to what Ethan had just said. This was supposed to be just a quick fuck and forget kind of thing here. She wasn't expecting or wanting to get back on the relationship horse after she'd been thrown so painfully on her ass by it so soon, and if she and Ethan became something more than just a quick fuck this afternoon...did she really want to go through all that again right after the last one blew up in her face.

He pressed on adding, "I like you Jade. I want to experience it all too. So long as all includes sex. Or maybe just the sex."

She leaned in close so she could whisper into her ear, "Do you mean that, or are you just fucking with me on that, Ethan? Would you really like me to do that to you? Because I really could, you know. If you want it I could give that experience of being my sex slave to you." She pulled away and pointed to the outfits in her closet. "I even have the perfect costume for it if you want to make it feel totally real...I've done it before both ways...I'd have fun making you my little plaything."

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

"I'd have fun making you my little plaything."

So he'd been honest....well, open at least. He'd just said it. Sex slave. Maybe I'm your sex slave. Ethan hadn't said it casually as if such words had no consequence. But nor had he thought it through. Here he was fucking a girl he'd just he'd just met in a room full of her sex toys and he'd suggested she make him her sex slave. It made him hard just recollecting the words. And would she do it?

She would. Jade was offering it now. Offering to make him her sex slave. Or at least show him what she did with her sex toys. Dressed in the perfect costume. Jesus fucking Christ!

On the one hand this whole scenario was a young man's perfect wet dream. A hot girl who was happy to fuck him and now happy to....well....he'd have to wait and see. And on the other hand....was it dangerous? Was Jade crazy? A crazy man eating lady serial killer who lured guys back to her apartment and fucked them into oblivion?

And Ethan had said he liked her. Not that he knew her well enough to say anything else. Of course he liked Jade. He liked that she opened her mouth for him. He liked that she was promising more. And what did sex slave mean besides experiencing some crazy knew positions with the aid of toys? Every guy wanted to use toys and most of them wanted toys used on them, Ethan guessed.

He was so hard that the sight of his swollen cock bobbing before him was distracting.

"I think I've recovered enough," he said, "in case you want to try cowgirl. Like you promised. Or anything. Anything at all."

Did that sound desperate?

"Make me your sex slave. Show me the perfect costume. Just do it. Now. I'm ready and willing. Do it...please."

Yes, he sounded desperate. And maybe he was.

 

[Veroe]

IC: "Mistress Jade" McAllister

She leaned in close so she could whisper into her ear, "Do you mean that, or are you just fucking with me on that, Ethan? Would you really like me to do that to you? Because I really could, you know. If you want it I could give that experience of being my sex slave to you." She pulled away and pointed to the outfits in her closet. "I even have the perfect costume for it if you want to make it feel totally real...I've done it before both ways...I'd have fun making you my little plaything."

Maybe Ethan was only joking. Jade watched his facial expressions very closely for any sign that he was yanking her proverbial change in suggesting that.

To be honest she knew little to nothing about Ethan. She knew she liked him, she liked fucking him, she liked talking about fucking with him....outside of that....he was a complete mystery to her.

One thing was not a mystery to her though, and spoke volumes on just what Ethan was thinking. As he was considering her offer his cock had stiffened and was a full-on erection.

So did that mean he was in favor of her making him her sexslave for their next go or not though? Ethan could be turned on by the idea but too nervous to commit to it, after all.

"I think I've recovered enough," he said, "in case you want to try cowgirl. Like you promised. Or anything. Anything at all."

"Anything at all," She asked leadingly with a quirked eyebrow. "Tell me what you want or it's a no go, Ethan."

"Make me your sex slave. Show me the perfect costume." He announced with a tinge of desperation to his voice. "Just do it. Now. I'm ready and willing. Do it...please."

She smiled wide at that and sat up and climbed off the bed. "Well then...I need to go get dressed."

To Ethan, "It will take me a minute so sit tight here...finish the Evian or go pee or something..." She crossed over to her walk-closet grabbing the doorknob. "I want you to understand that when I open this door you will belong to me until I'm done fucking your sexy brains out. Do you understand, Buster?"

With that she closed the door. As she was preparing herself she heard Ethan get up and poke around her room examining the stuff of hers she had haphazardly scattered about. Twenty-five minutes later she emerged out of the closet dressed as "Mistress Jade".

She'd done up her hair quickly in an austere looking bun, and did up some make up with sultry black eyeshadow and liner, sinful red lipstick and a whisper of rouge to her cheeks. At her throat was a red silk choker and the chain of a necklace that trailed down her chest to a silver key between the swells of her breasts. Those were held within a red leather corset that pushed and uplifted them up proudly as if offering them up on display to him. Indeed, it only covered the under half of her breasts leaving the top completely bare to his eyes uncovered with her nipples pointing out straight at him. At her waist was a red latex miniskirt so tight it looked like it had been poured over every contour of her ass with the words "Go through hell to reach heaven" in black cursive across buttocks there. Then reaching up her legs were black fishnet stockings covered by red leather thigh-high boots with heels so dangerously high any other girl would be tottering with every step she made in them. Not Jade, however, she came up to Ethan with all the poise and confidence of a tigress chasing down her prey.

To complete the look she had pulled on red fingerless gloves that climbed up her arms all the way to the shoulders and in her hands was a riding crop and a pair of handcuffs she'd borrowed from her sexy lady-cop costume and in the other hand was a collar with a leash dangling down from her fingers.

She came up dangerously close to him, in his personal space, so close her nipples grazed the skin of his chest. "Mistress Jade" stared into his eyes and tilted his head up with the end of the riding crop under his chin. Then reached up to the back of his head and pulled it down for a fiery kiss that lasted for days and ended seconds later with her biting his lower lip before releasing it free.

"Slave," She said to him matter-of-factly lifting the hand holding the collar and leash. "You will put this on and then kneel at your Mistress's feet."

"Mistress Jade" Stood waiting patiently but unflinchingly for her slave to comply with her orders. She held out the collar expecting him to take it and put it on himself. She stood in his personal space, so close, too close to him, waiting-no demanding-he lower to his knees as she had commanded him to.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

"Slave...."

Ethan was gobsmacked when Jade emerged as Mistress Jade and stood before him. Why, he wasn't sure. I mean, he thought, what should I have expected? Her makeup was slutty, her hair severe, her wardrobe...well...dominatrix from central casting would just about cover it. Not that a lot was covered. Jade's bare breasts, pushed up and out by a red leather corset pointed at him like missile launchers. And her skirt looked like it had been painted onto her ass. But it was the boots which most impressed Ethan, so high that she must feel faint and yet, Jade walked across to where Ethan was still absentmindedly rifling through her drawers as if she'd made the walk a million times. 'Just how many guys.....,' he thought to himself, desperately trying to look unfazed as she fitted a riding crop under his chin. '....and girls....'

"Put this on," Jade said handing him a collar and leash. "And kneel...."

Was this a good idea, he wondered. Ever? He'd asked for it, encouraged her, even when Jade gave him the chance to back out. But no. Ever the adventurer, especially when someone else was making the yards, Ethan went along, winningly, blindly, enthusiastically, already hearing that timid little voice saying 'you've done it again.'

"So I put this on myself?"

Mistress Jade didn't speak, only looked even more insistent, more foreboding, holding the accessories out at him.

"Mistress Jade....?"

Repeating her name didn't work either. Ethan took the collar and leash, slipped it round his neck, pressed the clasp together and heard it lock with a metallic click. Too late, he tried to reopen it, but the collar was shut tight. He knelt, almost relieved to be looking at Jade's crotch rather than her non-expressive eyes. What had he seen in them? Coolness? Calculation? A hint of malice? Or was it all in his head?

The carpet prickled his knees, presaging some greater irritation or intrusion or whatever might lie ahead. Ethan waited, head bowed, for whatever was to follow.

 

[Veroe]

"Mistress Jade" McAllister

"Slave," She said to him matter-of-factly lifting the hand holding the collar and leash. "You will put this on and then kneel at your Mistress's feet."

"Mistress Jade" Stood waiting patiently but unflinchingly for her slave to comply with her orders. She held out the collar expecting him to take it and put it on himself. She stood in his personal space, so close, too close to him, waiting-no demanding-he lower to his knees as she had commanded him to.

"So, I put this on myself" He looked at her wide-eyed, completely gob-smacked by her performance here. When she didn't answer he looked a little intimidated and crestfallen and Jade had to keep herself from reaching out to make him feel better especially when he added, "Mistress Jade...?"

When she still didn't answer he got on his knees and reached out and took the collar and slowly put it on around his neck.

She kept her stern dominatrix expression on her face, but on the inside Jade was jumping up and down exuberantly that he was playing along with her in the roleplaying session and doing so being surprised at how hardcore she tended to get when roleplaying. She did feel sorry Ethan, however. Perhaps she was laying on the roleplaying a little too thick right now for him, but how could she dial it back without ruining the fantasy for him at the same time?

"Slave, the first rule is that disobedience is dearly punished, and obedience is always well rewarded." She used the tip of her riding crop under his chin to tip his face back up to look up at hers. She gave him a pleased smile and a playful wink as a reward for his obedience to her commands.

"Now, slave," She told him spreading her booted feet wider parting her legs before him. Her tight latex skirt was stretched and bunched up high as she did so it threatened to slide up all the way to show her private parts to Ethan's eyes. "Do you consider yourself worthy of the honor of fucking your Mistess's pussy?"

Halfway through his answer she brought the crop down striking his shoulder. "I shall be the judge of that not you."

"Let's see though," She said looking down his body to his cock, "Is that what you have to offer your Mistress, slave? Is that as large and as hard as it can get?"

The crop struck his other shoulder, "Stroke it for me. I demand your erection be big enough to completely satisfy and pleasure my pussy when I mount your cock."

She stood there watching him jack off for her for several minutes. She ordered him to stroke faster or slower from time to time, but in the end when Ethan was getting really close to ejaculating the crop struck the wrist of the hand. "Enough, slave. Don't you dare shoot all of my cum on my carpets. I want it all to be dripping out of my pussy and down my legs when we're through roleplaying today, understand?"

"Perhaps you could help me, slave," She suggested patting her crotch with the end of the crop lightly, "I can't seem to recall whether I put on any panties when I got into this costume."

She pulled on the leash and tipped his face up again to stare up into her eyes as she stared into his eyes. "I want you to stroke your cock, but no wasting any of my cum. So, whatever you do don't orgasm yet, slave. And as you keep stroking your cock, I want you to use the other hand to reach up between my legs and use your fingers to remind me whether or not I'm wearing panties under this skirt. Do you understand my instructions, slave?"

She stood still staring down into his eyes waiting for Ethan to comply. The truth of the matter she had pointedly not remembered the panties for this costume. They had been a matching sinful red G-string and they remained in her huge walk-in closet. All his fingers would encounter under the latex skirt was the fishnet stockings and one dripping wet and aroused pussy. She always got really turned on whenever she got a chance to be both assertive and slutty at the same time with a sexual partner.

"Tell me, slave." She said with a sultry smirk, "Am I wearing my panties or not?"

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

"Am I wearing panties or not?"

Ethan knelt before Jade. She pulled firmly on the leash attached to the collar he'd fitted round his own neck, forcing him to raise his head and look up into her eyes. He noticed how hard she was trying to look stern and foreboding, yet every so often seemed to relent for a moment and give him a nod or a wink. Ethan knew she was totally committed to the role. Or ninety nine point nine nine percent at least. Why else have so much gear? It wasn't for his benefit, and he could tell by the way she stood and acted and composed herself, this wasn't the first time she'd dressed as Mistress Jade. No, this was clearly a persona Jade enjoyed adopting, and which he might as well enjoy also. After all, she'd given him every out and he'd refused, or actively agreed to become her sex slave.

At Jade's instruction he continued to stroke himself. His erection came easily. This didn't surprise him, so turned on was he by how she was dressed and behaving. But occasionally a counter idea forced its way into his head. What if she hurt him? Damaged him? He'd only today been granted the underwear model contract and even if he hadn't read the fine print, Ethan was sure it didn't allow him to turn up to a photo shoot covered in welts or lashes or bite marks.

Bite marks....why the fuck did that idea turn him on? The precum was flowing freely from his cock, wetting his hand. Jade was insistent he not cum until she allowed him to, and especially not on the carpet. He was only permitted to cum in her pussy, she said. Which was fucking fine so long as he could last that long. However long that might be.

And now she was asking if she was wearing panties. The red latex skirt Jade wore was so short and tight that he only had to bend his head to answer her question. Yet he couldn't, so tightly was she holding his face up. His only option, and clearly the one she desired, was to run his free hand under the skirt and find out. But should he answer? Last time she'd asked him to speak, he'd done so and been cut off mid sentence, Jade striking his shoulder hard with the crop. It stung, but it didn't hurt, and set Ethan wondering not for the first time how much pain he could bear. And would he even enjoy it? Except that the time for doubts was over and he was happy kneeling before this beautiful, intriguing woman, happy to be humiliated by her, happy with the thought that at her direction, he'd get to fuck her again, and maybe in ways he couldn't imagine.

Ethan placed his free hand against Jade's thigh and slid it under the red latex skirt, feeling his way gently up the fishnet stockings. No panties. Of course not. Why was he surprised? His fingers outlined her soaking pussy, pressing and probing through the stockings, her cunt juices dampening his finger tips and then running into his palm.

"Mistress Jade, Ethan said solemnly, eyes locked expressionlessly on hers. "You are not wearing your panties."

 

[Veroe]

IC: "Mistress Jade" McAllister

"Tell me, slave." She said with a sultry smirk, "Am I wearing my panties or not?"

Ethan looked a little nervous at her aggressiveness, but he still seemed to her to be into the roleplay scenario she was building for him. She didn't want this to be entirely a one-way street. If Ethan wasn't getting the full sexslave experience and enjoying it she was doing something very wrong here. She'd have to keep on top of his enjoyment of this roleplay scene.

His hand was slow but it rose up and his touch was gentle, but she could still feel the brush of his fingertips through the leather of her boot as it trekked up...up...up...the inside of her leg to just under the latex miniskirt's hem.

"Slowly, slave," She commanded staring into his eyes, "I want to enjoy this discovery.

She felt his touch move searching soft and blind between her widespread thighs trace over the wet lips of her pussy.

She could see the realization in his eyes as he stared up into hers and he announced, "Mistress Jade, you are not wearing your panties"

"Are you certain, slave?" She asked and after a moment for him to confirm his initial findings that yes she had definitely forgotten to put on her panties she smiled to him all sultry and spicy sweetness. "Then your next task shall be much easier for you to accomplish. I want two fingers inside your Mistress's pussy pumping in and out...slowly....I'll tell you when to speed up."

She let him take his time, marinate in anticipation as she stared down into his eyes unflinchingly for several minutes as he slowly pumped two of his fingers inside her already wet and juicy pussy. It felt sooooo good. He would see the strain she was making trying to maintain the severe dominant expression on her face as he kept up finger-fucking her to heaven and back.

She bit her lower lip demanding, "Now faster, Slave."

He followed his orders and was rewarded with her eyes drifting shut and the severe mask of "Mistress Jade" slipped off for a moment as she moaned out, "Mmmmmm....Ohhhh fuck....curl your fingers like that...yes, use your thumb over my clit...right there...ohhh, holy shit that's good!"

Jade-not the character: "Mistress Jade" had to put her hand on top of Ethan's head to keep her balance as her hips rocked to increase the delicious friction of his fingers inside her wet pussy. Whether from experience or sheer dumb luck he was rubbing right over her g-spot. She was postitively dripping down his fingers and onto his hand and down to stain the carpet beneath her. Jade did not care about that she was getting close to coming if he kept up at this rapid pace. She was a total slut and wanted to come and didn't care about the stained carpet or what kind of experience she'd promised to give Ethan...she wanted to come so baaaad right now.

But...but...she did care. Her eyes shot open and focused on Ethan's. "Stop, slave. Pull them out slowly."

Looking into his she wondered if there were any disappointment or frustration to be found in them. If he looked closely he'd find some degree of both directed at her own decisions to stop the finger-fucking there, however there was also a rather hefty dose of pride in herself that she did not break character too much-eventhough she'd been sorely tempted to do just that, yet she somehow managed to preserve this experience for Ethan to enjoy.

She was still "Mistress Jade" for him.

"Well done, slave." She congratulated him, "Your Mistress's pussy is well lubricated to mount her cock without difficulty." She placed the tip of the crop under his hand and directed it up before him. It was covered, dripping with her juices. "As your reward your Mistress will allow you to taste her passion for you from your fingers.

She pointed to the bed, "Do so quickly. Your Mistress grows impatient to fuck that obediently waiting cock of yours."

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

Ethan marveled at just how in character Jade had become. Mistress Jade, of course. If this role play was going to work he quickly realized how essential it was to immerse himself as she had. Mistress and slave. What was not to like?

So he'd answered her question after inspecting her pussy, but she wanted more. Smiling, almost sweetly, Mistress Jade instructed him to feel her up, two fingers in her pussy, pumping but slow. "I'll tell you when to speed up," she said.

Ethan complied. Two fingers. Inserted slowly. Jade was dripping wet so insertion was easy. Maintaining a slow speed less so when he just wanted to fuck her, to make her squirm, to want him so bad she couldn't hold back. He watched her face as she tried to maintain composure. She was good. So good. Like she'd done this whole Mistress Jade thing so many times before. Which she had, of course. The costumes, the toys, the dungeon set up. And with whom, Ethan wondered, picturing faceless guys and girls in Jade's bedroom, fucking, anonymous naked body parts entwined, penetrated, stretched. No names. Just sex.

"Now faster slave," she commanded. Again, Ethan complied. It was all so easy, so simple. Follow instructions and she let him fuck her. He watched her face begin to betray what she was feeling as his fingers penetrated her more quickly as she wanted. "Holy shit," she said, dropping the mistress mask for a moment. He gave her a special little twist of his fingers in response.

Her juices were running down his hand now. They would be staining her expensive carpets soon. It was clear how much effort Jade spent on maintaining her apartment. If this was the room where she played Mistress Jade, then someone was spending a lot of time keeping the carpets clean. Ethan shook his head. Here he was with his fingers deep inside a beautiful woman and he was thinking about carpets. It was like his mother was inhabiting his head.

And then Mistress Jade commanded he stop. She wanted his fingers pulled out slowly. Jade was staring into his eyes now, somehow making the extraction even slower. His fingers glided against her moist skin, gradually withdrawing, the tension of her tight cunt lessening. What was she looking for with her fixed gaze, so deep, so expressionless, so overpowering?

"Well done," she said, almost schoolteacher-like, when finally his fingers dropped to the floor. He felt her crop under his hand, relaxing so she could bring it up to his mouth. Taste me, she instructed. Quickly. He put his fingers in his mouth. Her juices were heavy and pungent, thick with arousal. Ethan savored their mutual pleasure even as she pointed to the bed, impatient to fuck.

He stood, her juices thick on his tongue, glistening on his lips. If this was being a sex slave it worked for him. And now they would fuck, mistress and slave. She would direct, he guessed. Make all the running. Did a slave lie on his back? Or top her? Whatever she wanted would be just fine. Whatever....

 

[Veroe]

IC: "Mistress Jade" McAllister

"Well done, slave." She congratulated him, "Your Mistress's pussy is well lubricated to mount her cock without difficulty." She placed the tip of the crop under his hand and directed it up before him. It was covered, dripping with her juices. "As your reward your Mistress will allow you to taste her passion for you from your fingers.

She pointed to the bed, "Do so quickly. Your Mistress grows impatient to fuck that obediently waiting cock of yours."

She had wanted to make a delighted giggle at how quick and eager Ethan was to taste her pussy juices from his own fingers. Then after savoring her flavor he stood up and turned back towards her bed. She admired his lean and athletic body as he did as she had commanded. He had the body of a runner or a swimmer, maybe even a dancer, though his previously shown lack of balance belayed that idea. She did admire his cute tight little tushy as he climbed up onto her bed.

"Lie down face up looking at the ceiling, slave." She directed him and after he complied she climbed on after him. On her knees straddling over his body, she held out her other hand. From it hung the pair of costume handcuffs she'd borrowed from her sexy cop outfit. "Now, give me your wrist."

She watched him carefully as he decided to comply. When he did, "Mistress Jade" took the wrist he proffered and closed one of the handcuffs around it. Then she held up the key hanging between her breasts for him to see. "This is the key to these, but they're only costume handcuffs." She held the handcuff's base and pressed her thumb and finger against the buttons hidden there. "If you for any reason get freaked out you can press here to free your hands, slave...," Gently she pushed Ethan's arm down to the bed over his head. She took his other and closed it around the other handcuff. Now his hands were bound to the wrought iron bed frame,

She looked down at him to see his face trapped between her breasts before adding, "...But you won't need to because you're going to be your Mistress's good slave and allow her to fuck your cock with your hands cuffed to her bed, aren't you?"

For the next few minutes "Mistress Jade" moved down his body touching, kissing, licking, nibbling or smacking with her crop, any and all areas that made him gasp or squirm or moan out loud. Then she returned up to kiss him on the lips before sitting up on his lap so his hard throbbing erection was trapped, pressed against his stomach between the lips of her sex. She took hold of Ethan's leash pulling it taut. Her other used the crop to trace the muscles of his body. She flexed her hips dragging her soaking wet pussy up his shaft and then back down. It was a delicious friction against her clitoris and she locked eyes with him as she teased him so very very cruelly.

"I want you to remember, slave," She told him warningly, "Do not come before your Mistress does, or you will be punished severely."

She laid the crop on the bed beside them. Then she lifted up off him and used her free hand to point him up right in line for the penetration. "Mmmmm..." She gave a pleasure-soaked murmur as she lowered parting her lips and inching her pussy down over his tip and past the rim of his cockhead. She looked into his eyes. "Now, slave, thrust up into me, but do it slowly. Your Mistress wants to savor every inch of this magnificent cock."

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

Ethan pondered his new persona. Slave. Whoever imagined being a slave would be desirable? So easy? So arousing? He reveled in Mistress Jade's congratulating him on a job well done. Yes, so easy. Do what ever your mistress wants and a slave's life is one of simple, straightforward, unthinking, unchallenging sexual arousal and fulfilment.

Or at least it was so far.

Mistress Jade directed that he lie face down on the bed and look at the ceiling. Ethan complied, laying back on the soft mattress, pointing his face and cock skywards. Her taste was on his hands and now in his mouth, earthy and moist, like the other girls he'd used orally only so much more immediate. Could he even remember their taste or was it better just to forget and let Mistress Jade tutor him like he was a complete newbie? A virgin. Well, hardly. Three girls and then his male lover. But if being a slave was about not thinking, not analyzing, then let it go, Ethan thought. Let it all go....

Mistress Jade climbed onto the bed and straddled his body. Before he could really enjoy the view, she was dangling a pair of handcuffs in his face, demanding his wrist. For a moment Ethan felt trepidation. Slave was one thing, but handcuffed slave? Of course, it was a thing. He'd watched BDSM porn. He'd watched Saturday Night Live. Handcuffs and sex. The oldest meme in the sex book. What was there not to comply with? If anything, her dangling the handcuffs just made him harder.

And then when he held out his wrist, Mistress Jade snapped the handcuffs on, and instantly his trepidation returned.

"This is the key," she said, explaining they were costume handcuffs and if he lost it, there was an easy way out. Nah, he thought. Not yet. And what was she planning to do with costume handcuffs besides pretend he was her slave and fuck him? He couldn't think of a single guy, except maybe for his lover David, who wouldn't give anything to swap places with him. Mistresses and handcuffs. They'd joked about this as students, and how a sexy mistress was every young guy's wet dream.

And then while he was still half congratulating himself on his lucky break, Mistress Jade snapped on the second pair of handcuffs and attached his wrists to the bedpost. Trepidation.....

So it was a hands free fuck she wanted. Hands free. Ethan looked down at his cock, even harder if that was possible, defying his slight worrying. Hands free was the least of his problems. And hers. That cock would split her in two.

And then Mistress Jade was kissing his body, her hands and her mouth everywhere, pressing and kneading and pummeling like some greedy, sex-starved escapee. His hardness shot off the scale as she smacked him with the crop, making him gasp and moan. Jesus....she kissed him, pressing her moist pussy onto his shaft, running the crop over his torso, along his sides, under her body and between his legs. He wanted more, for her to strike him, flinching at the thought even as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth.

"I want you to remember, slave," she said, raising her head without taking her eyes off him, "do not cum before your Mistress does, or you will be punished severely."

Punished? Should he smile? Look concerned? Lick his lips? Nod? Overthinking, he thought, opting for a slight nod.

And then Mistress Jade was holding his cock and guiding him into her, spreading herself slowly round his straining tip, teasing and tantalizing, just enclosing the sensitive end in her warm vaginal embrace.

"Thrust into me," she said. "Slowly..."

Ethan raised his ass off the bed, feeling his cock glide inside her pussy, bit by bit, easing himself into her. Was that slow enough? He oh so wanted to push harder, but then he couldn't cum first, yet he was on edge, dangling, giddy, ready to fall into the abyss. What to think? What to focus on? When he wondered if he'd ever felt so pleasured, so used, so utterly helpless and yet so desired. Thrust...slowly...his cock head inside her channel, the shaft inching into her, past the piercings and the red pussy lips. She was devouring him, Ethan thought, and he meekly complying as if being eaten, being obliterated was the only thing he'd ever wanted.

 

[Veroe]

IC: "Mistress Jade" McAllister

She laid the crop on the bed beside them. Then she lifted up off him and used her free hand to point him up right in line for the penetration. "Mmmmm..." She gave a pleasure-soaked murmur as she lowered parting her lips and inching her pussy down over his tip and past the rim of his cockhead. She looked into his eyes. "Now, slave, thrust up into me, but do it slowly. Your Mistress wants to savor every inch of this magnificent cock."

He lifted his ass up off the mattress and slowly, oh so very slowly, slide his cock deeper inside of her wet hungry little pussy. The piercings on her lips caused a friction as he did so that rippled throughout her body absolutely deliciously. She knew he'd be feeling similar delicious friction from her peircings against the sides of his shaft as he entered her inch by delectable inch, and despite how much she wanted to shut her eyes and just soak in the pleasure of that rippling friction "Mistress Jade" kept her eyes opened and focused on observing every nuance of Ethan's reaction to this slow agonizingly pleasurable penetration. All of this was for him...this experience...she dictated every detail of...was meant as a present just for him. No matter how tempting it would be to just let go and chase her own orgasm "Mistress Jade" had to curate it towards his needs here.

Eventually, inevitably, she reached the base of his cock and her fishnet covered buttocks pillowed out against his pelvis. He was fully inside of her now. If she didn't know any better, she'd swear she could feel him all the way up to where his tip was tickling her tonsils. She felt so deliciously full and stretched so beautifully with all the way inside of her like this.

"Remember, slave," She reminded Ethan, "Do not come until your Mistress gives you permission no matter how good it feels."

With that she took hold of his leash and the other hand flat on the center of his chest for balance. Then "Mistress Jade" used her muscles to squeeze around him and rolled her hips, so her clitoris dragged over his pubic bone so magnificently. She leaned over him lifting herself up to where only his tip remained inside of her before driving the velvety sheath down his length to the root.

"Now obey your Mistress, slave," She announced in a throaty purr, "Fuck me until I come around your beautiful cock."

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

"Now obey your Mistress, slave," Jade growled. "Fuck me until I come around your beautiful cock."

Ethan had watched BDSM porn. He knew the tropes. They made him hard when he watched even if it wasn't quite his thing. But here, pinned under Jade, dressed as she was, speaking as she was, impaling herself on him as she was, took him to a new level of arousal. Ethan struggled to concentrate and yet, at the same time, was utterly fixated on this woman above him and what she was doing to him.

Was it an act? Well, of course, at one level. She was not Jade now, but Mistress Jade. But her pleasure and her power? Were they an act? Yes...no...what the fuck. He was over-analyzing as usual when he just wanted to fuck, wanted to cum inside her, then cum again and again and...

And what was it about Jade's piercings? Ethan had never fucked anyone with a genital piercing, but he'd seen it done. Nothing in his viewing experience, however, had prepared him for the sheer wanton sensation that these studs Jade wore were imparting to his cock. When he'd first seen them it made him wonder what she'd gone through to have them inserted. But now, as he adjusted himself to heighten the friction, Ethan didn't give a fuck what Jade might have gone through. He simply thanked god she'd done it....for him....

"Fuck me....."

Should he reply? Don't overthink it, you fuckwit....just fuck her like she wants....like she's asking you to do....giving herself...

Ethan pressed back against Jade's body, raising her off the bed then falling back. She was soft and warm and moist and alive with sexual arousal. He felt so long and hard now that he wondered when his cock would emerge from her mouth and wink back down at him, an image which only made him harder if that was possible. Which reminded him of her injunction not to cum before she did. Not to cum...first...fuck!

 

[Veroe]

IC: "Mistress Jade" McAllister

With that she took hold of his leash and the other hand flat on the center of his chest for balance. Then "Mistress Jade" used her muscles to squeeze around him and rolled her hips, so her clitoris dragged over his pubic bone so magnificently. She leaned over him lifting herself up to where only his tip remained inside of her before driving the velvety sheath down his length to the root.

"Now obey your Mistress, slave," She announced in a throaty purr, "Fuck me until I come around your beautiful cock."

His response took a second for him to process her command but when it registered his actions were swift and immediate. His hips launched off the mattress driving his cock within her needy little pussy all the way inside. He wasn't the largest guy she'd ever been fucked by, but that was not a bad thing here by any stretch of the imagination. Ethan's slightly more than average in size cock hit all the right places right away with none of the painful stretching she'd experience if he was super-well hung.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body. She could just take it, soak it in and let him carry her over that sweet edge, but she was "Mistress Jade" right now, and it was vital that she remembered that she was giving this experience to Ethan. No matter how much she wanted to just take it until his forceful thrusts drove her blissfully into orgasming around him she had to maintain the fantasy for him.

So rather than just taking it she glowered down at him and drove her hips down to meet each of his thrusts. They made a primal beating rhythm as their flesh slammed into each other's. With each meeting of his hips she ground down rubbing her clitoris over his pubic bone.

She stared down into his eyes and grabbed ahold of his leash pulling it taut. "Slave, you will not come until your Mistress grants you permission or you will be severely punished."

The force of their fucking was shaking her, shaking the bed underneath them too. It rocked beating out a percussion against her bedroom wall. Her childhood teddy-bear fell off and one of her vibrators rolled off the nightstand next to the bed. She had to brace her hands on either side of his head to keep from being bucked off of him. This brought her face to hang over hers and staring into his eyes he'd be able to see the moment her gaze becam unfocused as the orgasm that had been building within her was unleashed. Jade's mouth hung open in the middle of a scream, or gasp, or moan-no one would ever know for certain which for it got lost somewhere between her lungs and mouth. Her vision blurred but were still open and he'd still be able to see inside through the windows of her soul as her body bucked and rocked and backed to squeeze every iota of pleasure from this cavalcade of climax stampeding through her. The muscles around his driving shaft flexed and convulsed milking for all it was worth as a flood of her juices gushed out around him.

It was a big one and it seemed to go on and on. Maybe it lasted seconds, or maybe whole minutes. She couldn't tell. Jade was in no state to keep count after all. All she knew was there was one last thing she needed to do as "Mistress Jade". Only she couldn't quite get the air into her lungs to give the order he must be so very desperate to hear from her right now. And then finally...

"Come, Slave," She whispered. Another gulp of air, "Come inside your Mistress."

And he obeyed and it was magical. Her vision focused enough so she could stare through the windows of his soul and see the moment of release as the cavalcade took him. She felt the shaking, the trembling, the convulsion of the body beneath her, the cock that was the perfect size within her. She felt the rush of his cum gushing inside of her.

And then she collapsed on top of him panting for air and feeling weak rubbery muscles.

It was magical.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

Jade came first. Rocking and shaking. Bracing herself. Her orgasm was violent and extended, like nothing Ethan had experienced with a woman before except on screen where he assumed they were acting. Jade's climax was beautiful and powerful and inspiring. He felt awestruck even as he held back, trying as hard as he could to stay in control and still enjoy everything happening between them.

And to Ethan's immense surprise, he came second, but only just, holding on for his mistress's command like an obedient slave. His orgasm was extended too, powerful and complete. He felt manly and also subordinate, giving Jade what she commanded from him and taking from her both her praise and her enjoyment. And when Ethan was done and she fell across him, panting, he let out a long deep breath as if he'd been holding on for hours and not minutes.

His cock stayed hard inside her as they both came down. Ethan felt Jade shiver and relax across him, not sure whether to embrace her or just lie there. What did a good slave do after cumming inside his mistress? Whatever she wanted and directed him to do next, he decided, relaxing on his back into this new role. It was good, Ethan decided. Taking instruction. Doing what he was told. Nothing to think about. Just being a toy, a tool for her pleasure. A hard cock and a reservoir of warm cum at her disposal.

He'd been passive when David fucked him, not a slave, but definitely the receiver. The bottom. Letting the older man instruct him and take what he wanted. Like Jade, David had been thoughtful as well as strong and sexual. Was that Ethan's sexual nature? Bottom? Subordinate? Slave? Maybe. Did it matter? Lying under Jade, her warm juices washing over his groin, still feeling her from the inside like this was enough. He didn't need any closure, any answers to his questions. It was good. Satisfying. For both of them, he knew from her orgasm and now her contented panting. I made you pant, he thought. I made you rock and buck. I made you cum. Your fit little Korean boy and his hard Korean cock. Yours, Mistress Jade, to use how and whenever you like. Hmmm.....

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

"Come, Slave," She whispered. Another gulp of air, "Come inside your Mistress."

And he obeyed and it was magical. Her vision focused enough so she could stare through the windows of his soul and see the moment of release as the cavalcade took him. She felt the shaking, the trembling, the convulsion of the body beneath her, the cock that was the perfect size within her. She felt the rush of his cum gushing inside of her.

And then she collapsed on top of him panting for air and feeling weak rubbery muscles.

It was magical.

Jade lay there on top of them for another moment as they both regained their breaths. He felt so firm, so strong underneath him. All those young athletic muscles, and an utterly adorkable naïveté when it came to pursuing even a slightly off the mainstream act of lovemaking like roleplaying as a dominatrix and her sexslave. She hadn't just been having fun with this for shits and giggles. She had curated and guided Ethan through this experience, and she had absolutely loved doing that for him.

"Thanks for that," She told him giving him an affectionate kiss on his cheek, "That was a lot of fun, Ethan."

She lifted a hand and stroked his other cheek, "If you enjoyed that as much as I did," Her fingers moved from his cheek to his lips. He had perfect lips, so kissable and nibble-able for her (was that a word? who the fuck cared? it described how she just wanted to rain kisses onto those lips between taking them between her teeth to give them a playful little nibble..) "We can do another roleplay. I have other costumes we can use...Teachers, supervillians or heroes, lady cop, catholic schoolgirl, or cheerleader...even a harem slave one if you wanna turn the tables and dominate me."

Before he can answer she suddenly remembered something, "Oh shit, your hands."

"Sorry about not freeing you right away." She lifted herself off him and took the silver key from around her neck to reach up and undo the handcuffs. "These may not be real handcuffs, but they can still cut off your circulation if we're not careful about using them."

She sat on her bed beside Ethan allowing him to sit up. In the meantime she undid her pony tail and let her dark silken hair cascade freely down her back. She pulled it over her shoulder and turned so he faced the laces of her cute little red corset. "Hey unlace me. I'd like to be able to breathe normally again. I swear whoever invented corsets was a sexual sadist..."

When done she looked over her shoulder with a suddenly shy smile to him, "So what do you want to do, now, Ethan? Hungry? I can get something from the fridge if you want?"