Who's in Charge?

We arrive fashionably late to the party. I am wearing those ankle strap heels that he loves. I am freshly showered, and even wearing a bit of make-up. My stride is muted, but confidant. The dress I am wearing barely covers my ass as it swooshes back and forth with each step. I feel a tug around my neck, jolting me out of my erotic daze. The collar wrapped seductively around my delicate throat. Covering my frailty, uncovering my strength. The leash is pulled again, “Girl. Show him your ID.” “Oh, sorry.” I say absently to the door guard, who looks me up and down before handing my ID back to me. I hear a whisper in my ear as we walk away, “I should let him bend you over and fuck you in the doorway, and I would if I didn’t have other plans for you, slut.” The wetness in my crotch heats up as I hear the word slut slip out, like poetry to a lover. As I walk up the steps to our favorite undisclosed location my cunt quivers at the sight of his form, standing idly. “Ah, there you are. Good to see you again, Sir.” She says, as we approach. She hands him the end of the leash at the top of the stairs. “I trust my property was enjoyable?” He says, not bothering to look at me just yet. “Oh very, thank you so much for letting me use her, she is quite skilled and pleasing.” She says, stroking my head  as I stand a few steps down. “Good,” he says, “are you ready?” She nods and steps inside, disappearing into the crowd.

He pulls my leash and I meet him at eye level, the lust in his eyes is as unmistakable as mine. “I can’t wait to see how much you can please me tonight. Are you ready to show me what a good girl you can be for me?” My surprisingly calm looking exterior is betrayed by my forced words, “Yes, Sir, I have been waiting all evening.” “Have you now?” He inquires, but it’s not a question that needs words to be answered. He finds all the evidence he needs between my thighs. The slick moistness under my scantily clad mound makes his finger slide in like a hot knife through butter. I sigh with contentment to have his finger inside me, but groan with hunger for what is yet to come. He pulls his finger out and runs it across my lips, the intoxicating scent of my arousal fills the air. Parting my lips, he inserts his finger in my mouth. I suck hungrily on it, devouring my sweet juices. “Come now, save some for later.” He teases and leads me into the back room.

She is waiting for us when we walk in and greets me with a smile. A smile only a switch would understand. He removes the leash and grabs my neck, the collar straining under his strong hand. “Are you my slut?” He asks. “Yes, Sir” I choke out between breaths, as he allows them. “Good.” He says with a tone of finality, “Show me.” Releasing me from his grip, my smile widens and I turn, almost running, toward a girl on her knees. Instantly, I pounce her, the days of sexual tension unbearable. My tongue invades her mouth, not bothering to ask. I plunge my hand into her top, grabbing a nipple and squeezing it. She squirms and tries to get away, but he comes up behind her and grabs her arms, I tear off her top and cup her breasts in my hands. I look up at him to see that mischievous grin of his that drives me crazy. I look down at her, and she is already whimpering from the attention on her nipples. “Are you whining already, toy?” I sneer, enjoying the moment of intense gratification to steal her power at a moment’s notice. “Or have you forgotten who is in charge here?” I apply pressure to coerce an answer out of her. “Oh, no Mistress, I haven’t forgotten that I am your toy.” "Excellent," I reply, "let's see how much fun you can be for me tonight."

With that, she rises to her feet at my command. I kiss her, knowing too long has passed since we held one another. For a moment we are the only two people in the world as far as I'm concerned. She is so sweet, so beautiful, so mine. It doesn't matter that she led me in on a leash, she is mine now. I order her to pick out her favorite cock from our collection and put it on my harness. This she does, eagerly. She doesn't need to be told what happens next, but I tell her anyway because she prefers it that way. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.” I order. I grab a handful of her hair and guide her towards the tip. The scent of her arousal fills the room as she eagerly laps away at the shaft of my cock, lubricating it to enter her mouth. I motion for my Owner to join us, but he declines. Looking down at my toy, I notice she is looking in the distance. “Have I told you to stop?” I say sternly. “No, Mistress. Sorry Mistress.” “Sorry isn’t good enough, hold your hair back.” She leans back and puts her arms behind her head, drawing all of her long flowing hair with them. I playfully tap her cheek with my giant phallus, her spit still wet all over it. "What should I do with you, toy?" She doesn't answer, but gives me the saddest pair of subbie eyes I have ever seen. I laugh, "Toy!" I tease, "No need for the high beams." I reach down and cradle her chin in my hand. I say, "Perhaps I should give you a better reason to plead to mercy."

Standing back up, I grab her and force her head down onto my cock. “Suck it and show me what a good toy you are.” Her compliant mouth lets me in, sucking away as I guide her head up and down. “Give me your throat. Now.” I order, pressing the end of it against her straining muscles. “Give it to me.” I say again, glaring. Tears are already welling in her eyes as I force my cock past her tight muscles. She has such a small mouth, but she loves to be taken this way. We exchange a look of satisfaction as my cock slides in further, her lips pressed against the leather of the harness. I can hear her small gagging noises and then… release. “Good girl,” I say approvingly, “relax and let me fuck your mouth.” I smile happily as I fill her mouth over and over, watching the tears roll down her cheeks and her face turn slightly red as I hold it inside of her, watching her strain and gag. God it is so fucking hot to see her cry. My pussy is so wet under the harness that I am sure the cock tastes of me. My thrusts into her push the cock against my clit. I grind against it, pushing deeper, looking into her tear-filled eyes.

“Enough.” I say suddenly. My cock is still wet from her hot mouth as I remove it and position her on the floor. Without hesitating, pry her legs open and begin to suck and lick at her sweet pussy. She is soaking wet and the sticky juices roll down her thighs and ass. I lick up all of it, moaning with excitement. She tastes so good, sweet and musky, like a woman should. I know she is mine as I dive between her legs again, reminding her by taking her clit in my mouth and sucking extra hard. The energy is incredible, and I can already feel her starting to rock and gyrate as my face is buried between her legs. I can feel her contracting her muscles and let out moans of pleasure with each cycle. Her pleasure turns me on as much as her pain and submission. I am so lost on her scent and taste and I don’t notice him get up and walk behind me, kneeling. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my ass, opening it firmly. I moan into her pussy and feel my own juices sliding down my thighs. His touch is almost enough to get me off, but I know that he wouldn’t allow me to just yet. His firm grip on my ass urges me on, and I probe two fingers inside of her, hardly meeting any resistance. She is so wet that I help but put in another finger, and another. Before I know it I have four fingers in her and I am working my thumb inside. She sqirms and tightens, but I keep on her clit and she begins to relax. I am all the way to the knuckles when she cries out. She looks down at me and I smile. Sometimes I would stop, but not tonight. She knows I’m not going to stop until I have my whole hand inside of her. I push slowly, watching her face. She goes totally limp as I press on, feeling her vagina muscles invite me in further. Ever so slowly I press inside of her. Then, it happens. I’m in. My whole hand incased in my beautiful toy’s pussy. Taking a moment to enjoy the sensation I feel her close in around me. I begin fucking her with my hand, a powerful feeling. I stimulate her g-spot while licking her clit, the coordination of which was well worth the effort. I feel her go all tight and I know she is about to cum. I look at her and nod, giving her permission, as I pound into her. She explodes with ejaculate all over my hand. It tastes sweet and hot, just like her. We lay there for a moment, my hand still inside her. It’s peaceful and calm. We are one. After basking in the moment I take my hand slowly out of her, and snuggle her. She is such a good toy. I order her to kneel by our belongings while I tend on my Owner. I tell her that I will have many uses for her still, so she shouldn’t get too comfortable.

(More on this later!)