“Franchesca!” I shake her shoulder to rouse her from her sleep. “Yes, Ma’am – how may I serve you?” is her groggy, but eager reply.
“Go to My Baissier, put just his wrists in the leather restraints in the headboard, on his back. Blindfold him. Get him in the stainless cock ring – the heavy one with the rounded edges – DON’T use your mouth. I’ll know it if you do.” “Yes, Ma’am”.
“Light 3 of the candles, the high melt are fine – and turn on my Pandora station.”
“I will be in momentarily – remain to undress me.”
I enter his room, 10 minutes later – perfectly prepared by Franchesca. I stand in my deep emerald green negligee and silk coverlet, and allow her to remove and fold them neatly on the chaise couch to the side of the bed.
“Is he awake?”
Franchesca slaps his erect cock, eliciting a small gasp from him. “Yes, Domina”.
“You may remain here, kneeling, in the corner.”
“Thank you, Domina.”
I crawl onto the bed in a predatory way, and straddle his thighs on the bed. He shifts with my weight and I sense his anticipation in the way he pulls slightly on his wrist restraints. I examine his sheath, firm, and bound by the brushed aluminum. I lean back and, beginning at his ankles – run my nails up his legs to where I sit.
I loudly spit in my hand, and moisten the tip of his beautiful cock with my palm. He remains perfectly still, as he has been trained.
I force his cock onto his belly, and rub my clit with his engorged head, enjoying the heat of it – and ride with the tip in my hood until I begin to drip and moisten the rest of his long cock.
He tries so hard to resist making a sound, or move his hips, I know the ring is uncomfortable in this position. How he pleases me!
I move up his torso and sit on his high chest, my feet at his ears – my wetness trailing. I allow him to smell my musky sweetness, but stay just out of reach. I remove his bindfold. His mouth upturns ever so slightly, and I allow for it. He locks onto my eyes with his, awaiting my commands. I stay there for what seems like an eternity – all in an instant.
I roll off him, and saunter on all fours to the erect cock, waiting for only me.
I decide to reward him by facing him as I guide his member into my now throbbing slit. I ride and grind, using the large cock ring to stroke my clit as I move.
He strains at his restraints, and I feel his legs flex in time with my rhythm. He is an apt pupil and his eyes never leave mine.
My breath becomes heavier and faster, and I close my eyes enjoying all the sensations simultaneously.
“You will come with me, and come inside me, this evening.”
“Yes Mistress, as you wish.”
I begin the timed ritual he has been trained with, to ensure maximum pleasure in my orgasm’s peak. He does not disappoint. I moan and linger until the internal contractions subside.
“Franchesca! Get a hot washcloth.”
I ignore her rote reply, as I change my mind…
I remove the wrist restraints and replace the blindfold – “kneel on the floor, facing the bed”.
I straddle his torso and force his head into my bald, slick, overheated delta – my legs over his broad shoulders, clasping him to me “Clean me with your tongue and mouth”.
He begins in earnest, and is gently corrected for over-stimulating me – always so eager to please and show me how he has learned. I release him with my legs and he straightens up in his best kneeling stance.
I once again remove the blindfold, and toss it to the floor. I lean to him, and put his face in my hands – staring into his eyes.
“You please me immensely, My Baissier”. He visibly relaxes and I feel his relief mixed with happiness. I kiss him deeply for the first time ever, tasting our combined juices on his tongue. His surprise and appreciation is delicious as he melts into our exchange.
“Franchesca, clean his face and then dress me.”
I watch as she goes about caring for my favorite, our eyes never leaving each other’s binding gaze. You are mine, and I am yours. Master and Servant.
Domina Tricx is a 40 something who writes for herself, but occasionally pens one she’d like to share. Enjoy!