Last Romp by voln
4It has been a rough couple of months, we have been trying to get out of this apartment for some time and being we lacked the funds, I have been rather depressed. But now, I have my dream job, we are making plenty of money, and we are about to move to another apartment closer to both of our jobs. I have planned this as a last romp in this apartment to mark us leaving. This has been the center of all of our stress and has not seen action for some time. That will soon change.
I cleared the room of furniture and draped the walls, floor, and ceiling in deep red fabric. Then I laid out the toys I had purchased for this event, as well as her new outfit. An all-black leather demi-cup bra, metal-boned waist corset, thong, and snap-up miniskirt lay out in the middle of the room, along with crotch-less pantyhose, new pair of “fuck-me” boots, and a mask Against one wall, I had the rest of the toys: handcuffs, flogger, ball gag, ball straps and penis cages, assorted sizes of anal plugs, Jenna Jameson’s simulated pussy and ass, strap-on dildo, condoms, and lube. With these things, she could act out her dominatrix to the fullest, and if she enjoyed, continue at the new apartment.
When I brought her to the apartment, I gave her a deep kiss and right before I opened the door, I said, “Anything goes, the stop word is ‘watermelon’.” When I opened the door, I thought her eyes would pop out of her head. She quickly picked up the outfit and ran to the bathroom. I called out after her, “Call me when you are ready.”
I was happy to see her with such enthusiasm. I turned on the TV to pass the time, but that didn’t do much good for I couldn’t stop thinking of what might soon happen. I had a hard-on in no time. I then ran through my head to make sure I didn’t forget anything. I had shaved off most of the hair on my body, chest, underarm, crotch and ass. I have also made sure earlier to use an anal douche so if she did decide to use anything in me, no worries.
“Get in here, Slave” came from the bedroom. I was almost too excited to move. Almost I say. I entered and stood up straight. She looked at me with a smile with the mask on her head. She said, “anything, eh?”
“Yes, pleasure, pain, humiliation, what ever comes to your mind,” I then bowed, “I am at your service.” I could already smell her through the leather. I gave her a thorough look over as I see the decided against the crotch-less pantyhose. Her breasts were on perfect display with the nipples half in the bra and half exposed. The corset accentuated her already slim waist and the miniskirt continued the vision shaping her hips into the hourglass she is known for. I couldn’t tell if she had on the thong, but if she did, I couldn’t wait to see her in it. Her confidence screamed dominatrix.
She placed the mask over her eyes, “Get naked and stand facing that wall.” I threw my shirt in the corner and the flogger came over my back. “I didn’t hear you ask permission!”
She is really getting into it I thought, “Mistress, may I get naked and face that wall?”
“Yes you may, Slave.” I continued to undress and tossed the rest of the clothing next to my shirt. As I walked across the room, she seized my erect penis in her hand and held on tight. “What is this? You are already turned on? We have got to do something about that.” She began to flog me about my chest and abdomen still holding my dick tight. She then pulled me to the wall and made me face it and began flogging my back, ass, and thighs. The pain was minimal, but the sound was horrendous. It began turning me on even more; especially knowing what kind of pleasure she was deriving from this.
She grabbed my shoulder and flipped me over to inspect my cock. She was disappointed to see it still erect. “So pain is pleasurable for you, eh?” She paused for a moment and I could see her wheels turn. “Get my bra and underwear from the bathroom, Slave.” She probably doesn’t know I have snuck a few peeks at myself in her underwear. When I do, I feel sexy, beautiful, feminine, attractive, much like I feel when being taken from behind. I love it.
“Mistress, may I retrieve your underwear?”
“Yes you may, Slave.” Hearing those words made me cringe and be turned on at the same time. I returned from the bathroom with her underwear in my hand. “Put them on.”
“Mistress may I. . .”
“Yes you may!” I sensed a bit of frustration in her voice that she had made the permission rule so strict. I placed my foot inside her underwear, then the other and pulled them up to my waist. I adjusted myself so the panties acted like a jock strap for my balls, my penis was sticking far above them. I then placed the bra on. I am a master at removing these things, but when it comes to putting them on, I need some work. I finished and stood up again. “Tuck that under” she said as she flogged my penis, “and you have my permission.”
I was right about the permission rule, but performing her task was going to be difficult. I opened my legs and began to try to get my erect penis in-between my legs. After a few tries, it had lost enough blood to bend to my will and I tucked it under. Now for the balls, I pushed them back into me following the strand they dangle from. That seemed to please my Mistress. I resituated the underwear and stood straight again, well, as straight as I could.
“How do you feel? Do you like it?” She didn’t give me much time for my response, though I think they were rather rhetorical. As she asked these questions, she circled me, flogging me as she went. “How do you like being a little girl? Don’t you wish you could be fucked like a little girl?” She had no idea.
She stopped flogging me and looked at my face. A half cocked smile was upon it. One slowly crossed her face. “I know what you want, lay down.” I was going to ask permission, but she pushed me down by my shoulders. She then retrieved the handcuffs and ball gag. She rolled me over to cuff me from behind and while I was on my stomach, slapped my ass and the tip of my dick. I don’t think she was aware she caught it, and I didn’t want to break her mood, so I kept my mouth shut. She placed the ball gag in my mouth, and strapped it tightly, and rolled me onto my back.
She stood over my chest and I could see from here, she did wear the thong. Oh I wanted to see her pussy so bad, then it dawned on me, it was torture time. She removed the miniskirt and lowered herself so her knees were on each side of my head. Her pussy was inches from my face and her smell filled my nostrils. I opened my legs to free myself from the confinement. She heard me do so and thought that was unacceptable. She stood up and retrieved a cock-cage. Moving the panties I was wearing aside, she placed the contraption on me and replaced the panties. Though it is more comfortable than between my legs, I still wouldn’t wear it around the office.
She replaced herself with knees beside my head and pussy teasing my senses. Her smell is something that can’t quite be described. When I smell it, I get turned on, and a tingle rushes down my spine. I could be in the middle of anything and if that scent was placed under my nose, only one thing would be on my mind. Hell, I would be happy having pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner, having a snack anytime by dipping my fingers in and tasting it too.