I entered the room to find the bed stripped of duvet and pillows, and a single length of hemp rope placed prominently at it's centre. Mistress, already wearing the strap-on, and busy admiring the reflection of her new corset in the mirror, looked up. She motioned me towards the bed, 'I want your hands tied. You're not going to be touching your cock tonight. Understand?'. I nodded. 'Now, get on the bed on all fours.' She lingered briefly by the mirror, apparently captivated by the image of herself 'cock in hand', as I clambered awkwardly onto the bed, firmly holding the plug in place.
Letting go of the plug with my hand, but gripping it tightly with my ass, I assumed the position, and fixed my gaze on the wall in front of me. 'Mmmm. You look good baby. Very good. Good enough to fuck'. She circled the bed, clearly enjoying the view. 'Are you sure you can take it, my little slut?'. By now I was determined to take anything that would please her – 'Of course, Mistress'. Her hand pulled my balls from behind, stretching them away from my body. 'Are you sure you want it?'. I nodded earnestly, 'Yes Mistress.' She paused, 'Well then, tell me what you want. Spell it out to me. Come on!'. My erection twitched wildly, 'I want your cock deep inside me Mistress'. 'Louder!'. 'I WANT YOUR COCK DEEP INSIDE ME!'. Releasing her grip, she stroked my back approvingly, 'Well, isn't that convenient?'.
'Onto your elbows! Palms together!'. Dropping down obediently, I lifted my hands to assist as the rope was bound around my wrists. After pulling the cinch tight, Mistress firmly secured the remaining rope to the bedframe, drawing my hands down, and leaving my plugged ass high and exposed. 'Now, as this is bigger than you're used to, I'm going to be gentle with you this time. But rest assured, I won't always be this kind'. I felt the plug being slowly drawn out of my ass, and groaned softly as my sphincter stretched and contracted over it's undulating ripples. Almost immediately, the tip of her cock began to probe my ass, and forced it's way in with a gentle thrust. The plug had done it's work wonderfully – I was ecstatic and began to push back, driving her deeper inside. 'Good boy! You do the work.' Rhythmically, I moved forward and back, each time taking a little more, until finally I could go no further, her thighs pressing against my buttocks. 'Well done baby! You really have been practising haven't you?'. Placing her hands on my hips, she started to fuck me, slowly at first, then faster and harder until our bodies slapped together with every forceful stroke.
Panting and moaning loudly, I was close to orgasm when she suddenly stopped, pulling out brutally. 'Turn over! On your back.' I struggled against the rope, but managed to twist around so that I was now facing her with my bound hands above by head. 'OK, you've done very well, so I'm going to let you come. I want to see your face though, and I want you to be looking into my eyes when it happens.' I nodded silently and met her gaze as she pushed my knees up to my shoulders. Maintaining eye contact, she drove her cock back inside me, and began aggressively pounding my ass. Leaning forward so that our faces were barely an inch apart, she reached down, grasping the engorged shaft of my penis, and roughly pumped her fist...
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| A Mistress's-eye View |
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