As soon as I heard the click of the lock on the chastity device, I realized I was in
trouble. Because Mistress wasn't going to sit back and let me rest in my chastity. She
intended to tease me unmercifully for that first week. Her hands were rubbing my
body seconds after the belt was locked.
Every night during that week, I was forced to eat her pussy while she slapped my
ass with a riding crop. She would reach up and twist my nipples, and my cock
ached in its prison.
After 4 days and nights, I was getting desperate. I asked to be released. She only teased me more and more. I begged. She laughed. On the 6th night, she asked me to her apartment and said she had a "special
treat" in mind. I hoped that I was getting out a night early for "good
When I walked in, she had all the lights out, and just candles burning around
the living room. A chain was hanging down in the middle of the room with
handcuffs attached. She yelled from the other room that I was to strip and put
my hands in the cuffs.
I stood there for a while, nervously wondering where Mistress was and what was going to happen next. After a few anxious minutes, I could hear her walking out
of the bedroom... in heels.
She walked up behind me and told me how much she had enjoyed the past week. She
said that she demands having complete control over a man. She said it is
the most intensely pleasurable domination experience and this is how she lives her life.
Then she said
one more thing...
"it will never end."
I shuddered. I wanted it to end now. I was desperate for release. This wasn't
I stammered, "I don't know... it's hard, you know..."
And she said, "Shhhh...listen and obay me..."
I listened as she walked closer to my back and reached her hands around to my
chest. Her hands rubbed around my chest, playfully teasing at my sensitive
nipples. As she came closer, I could suddenly feel two very distinct, cold
points on my back. With a thrill I realized it was leather -- leather covering
her beautiful breasts.
I had always had a leather fetish. I was pleased but now convinced. In
fact, picturing her in leather only made me want release all the more.
Then I felt a cool, wet object against my ass. Suddenly, I
realized what she was doing. She was wearing a strap-on!
She grabbed my nipples and twisted, touched the strap-on dildo to my ass and
started rocking her hips slowly, just hard enough to apply pressure but not
enough to penetrate. I moaned.
"Do you like that?" She asked. "Do you want to feel even more?"
Of course I said yes, I begged for it. I had always wanted to try this, and it
looked like I finally would.
She pulled me closer, and I felt her leather teddy against a large part of my
back now. It was getting warmer as our bodies pulled together. The dildo was
pressing against my ass.
"Please...", I begged... "Please! What do you want from me?" "Another week." She replied firmly. I was out of my mind with passion and desire. The sexual Femdom of my dreams had me under her spell. I agreed. In response, she entered me slowly, gently. She twisted my nipples gently as she
pulled out, then entered gently again. I rocked my hips in the rhythm as she
slowly, deliciously, wickedly rode me.
I moaned slightly, and became aware of her moans even louder. As her moans grew
louder, the rhythm grew faster, slightly less gentle. Suddenly, she arched her
back and cried out in orgasm. My cock ached, desperately looking for erection,
She ripped off the strap-on, unchained me, laid me down and rode on my face. I
ate her for nearly an hour, smelling the leather mix with her scents as she had
orgasm after orgasm.
When she was finally done, she climbed off, looked me in the eye, kissed me
gently on the lips and said...
"Have a nice week."