You are spread-eagle in the doorway, wrists and ankles bound to each corner. Freshly shaved, waxed and oiled, you wait for my commands in neutral – eyes staring past everyone in the room, seeing all – but looking at nothing. Your nude body reflects the candle light in the passage between the formal living and dining rooms.
I am wearing a black leather corset, 4 inch patent leather stilettos and a simple leather choker. Riding crop in my left hand. I tower over your 5’9, 215 pound muscular frame. We are the main attraction for the guests this evening.
I make slow circles around you, front and back, biting, dragging my crop across your flanks, touching the well defined muscles in your torso and arms. I kneel at your feet and lick your quads – the space where they attach to the knee. I invite the other women to touch you, but they may only use one finger, as you are MY toy.
I send them away. You are smiling. I give you a slap to the jaw with my hand and remind you; you may only smile for me. I kiss your mouth hard, biting your tongue and lip. I caress your face with my crop.
I lay down in front of you, placing my stilettos on your thighs. I open my legs and stroke the velvet seam you see in front of you until it starts to open. The others begin to moan and writhe. You look away and are corrected with my left heel on your inner thigh.
Our eyes lock once again; I insert 2 fingers, and while licking my lips, come.
I arise, you beg me to cut an arm and leg loose so you may fuck me as I deserve to be…I deny your request; but I do allow you to watch me touch the tip of your hard cock with my still wet fingers.
I bend at the waist and slap my ass in front of you. You ask permission to do the same – I decline with a crop to your hip. I back up onto your hot red cock and envelop you slowly. Repeatedly. Moving my hips and tightening my bald slit as I guide your head in and out of me. Back and forth, I command you to close your eyes and just feel my slick, tight, hot pussy.
I feel your need grow, and your thighs tremble – and I stop and release our intimate clutch.
I face you, grasp your neck in the crook of my arm and whisper in your ear “Are you ready to fuck me hard for all these people to see?” You say “Yes, Mistress, I will, Mistress”. I bite your ear lobe and breathe heavily with a “you’d fucking better”. I cut you down, lead you out of the doorway and command you to lie down, facing up on the empty, formal mahogany dining table. The guests gather around, taking their seats, hands in crotches, tongues between lips, fingers grasping for satisfaction.
I join you on the table and suck on your still hard cock, to show them that you are mine and make them wish they were me. I straddle you, standing in the stilettos – arching my back and throwing my head to the vaulted ceiling with a throaty sigh. I begin to crouch, flexing my legs – and drop to your waiting, throbbing cock – plunging it into my body. I ride and grind enjoying the length of you and begin to rise and set so that everyone watching can witness your penetration and submission. You raise a hand to touch me – and you are corrected.
I touch myself, and come so hard with you inside me, I almost lose control.
I feel your need rise again – and this time, as a thankful mistress, I allow you to come inside me for your dutiful service.
Satisfied and finished with you, I allow the other guests to lick you – but I never break your gaze: you are mine, and I am yours. Master and Servant.
This is the second story published here by Domina Tricx, read The Wax.
Domina Tricx is a 40 something who writes for herself, but occasionally pens one she’d like to share.