I so wanted to bury my face into that pussy, but I was restricted, and she knew it. She reached down under her thong and began to stroke herself. I stared intently at her. As she picked up the pace and began masturbating on my chest, the smell was strong and fresh as ever. Blood started rushing to my loins and filling my cock. My breath picked up as I could feel the cock-cage begin to give under the pressure. I watched more as her head was through back and she began to bounce on my chest. I could feel the wetness drizzle over me. This did it and the safety release on the cock-cage burst open. She would have heard it if she wasn’t in the midst of an orgasm.
As she calmed down a bit, she moved over my face, moved the thong aside and covered my face in her juices. As she rubbed her cunt up and down my face I tried to gather as much wetness as I could over my lips.
She moved off of my face, stood up, and replaced the thong. She stopped as soon as she was to her feet, “Lick me clean, Slave.”
I would have been happy to, but all that came out was, “Hmmpphpmhmmh.” She looked down at me, covered in her wetness looking back at her and she smiled. I sat up as she reached for the ball gag and removed it. I then leaned forward so she could remove the handcuffs.
Instead, the flogger came down on my back, “Well, are you going to lick me clean or what?” Clearly, she had no intention of letting me go, so I began at the lowest dribble on her left leg. I then realized I forgot to ask permission and expected the flogging to continue on my back. No such luck. Up her delectable thigh I went, to where her legs met and where this ambrosia poured from. I delayed myself the pleasure a bit longer as I went back down her leg to retrieve another runaway droplet. Then on to her right leg which took three trips up her leg to clean.
Now was going to be my favorite. From ass cheek to pubic bone, her left to right, I made complete strokes, soaking up every bit of moisture with my tongue. By the third stroke, I was starting between her cheeks and pressing into her perineum, trying to move the thong aside as I stroked it. She clenched her cheeks the first time, when she did, I expected the flogger to crack my back. It didn’t and even though her clenching ceased, I decided not to push it, though I did succeed in moving the underwear aside so I may give a more thorough cleaning to my Mistress.
She moved forward while I was in mid stroke, “You have been a bad boy. You took too much pleasure in cleaning me off.” Though I could see she didn’t hate it either. “Bend over so you can receive some spankings.” I did as I was asked, though not as graceful as I wanted, being I had forgotten my hands were still cuffed behind my back. I landed on my chest with a thud. After I had gotten over the shock of what had just happened, I completed the bending over in presenting my ass to her.
She pulled the panties down to my knees and removed the cock-cage hanging from my dick. She then let me have it. “You are my slave. You do not enjoy the tasks I set before you.” She berated me until my ass was bright red. It tingled at the slightest breeze by the time she finished. This feeling made the spankings worth it. I was so sensitive I could feel her heat move away from me. What was she up to now?
I opened my eyes to see her placing a dab of lubricant on the tip of the smallest of anal plugs, only the width of her thumb. I smiled as I knew what was coming, and then remembered the recent beating and what it pertained to. I returned my face to an expressionless one and waited to be lubed up. I felt her heat return to my hind quarters. She had a bit of lube on her finger as she placed it on my anus. It was very cold and soothing at the same time.
“You have been so bad, I am going to fuck you with that strap-on, thought I would get you ready.” She positioned the plug and proceeded to push it into me. Being it was so small, it slid in very nicely. She then pulled it out and threw it aside. “I see you were ready for that one, how about this one?”
She prepared the next size. It looked to be about an inch in diameter. This one took a bit more trying, but I was accustomed to it soon enough. I quietly grunted as she moved it in and out of me. “What did I tell you about enjoying this?” I quickly shut up, “Time for the next one.” She left this one in me as she went to prep the next size, one and a half inch. This was about the size of an above average penis.
When she returned, she plucked out the one inch plug and began to insert the new one. I couldn’t help but shudder when I cleared the ridge. It felt so good, even when she flogged me, “Bad boy.” She moved it in and out until I was clearly enjoying it again. I moaned and grunted a bit too loudly, “Sounds like it is time for the fucking.” She left the plug in me as she got into her harness. The harness had a little insert for her pleasure, so she took off her thong before proceeding. She looked great wearing that thing. So powerful and confident, I have wanted this for some time.
She approached my head and pushed me back to a squatting position. I winced as I pressed on my ass cheeks. “Suck my cock,” she held it in one hand and my hair in the other, “deep throat it if you can.” This strap-on was big, thicker then the plug I had in me, but smaller than the next and last size, and about 10 inches long. I couldn’t wait to have it in me, but first I had to suck. I had practiced deep-throating before, I wasn’t about to let my Mistress down. I took as much as I could, but had to back off. After a bit of head, I tried again, still no luck. Third time was a charm though, as I pressed my face into her crotch, the dildo slid down my throat and my chin bumped into her balls. I felt accomplished and turned on, I looked up to see if she was pleased. Her eyes stared down at me with a smile, “Excellent, now you deserve to be fucked.”
She pulled out of my throat and let me down to the ground. I presented my ass again, awaiting the pounding I was about to receive. She coated the dildo in lube and grabbed hold of the plug in my ass. She eased it out and tossed it aside as she slid the strap on into me. I was so eager to receive. She had no trouble in starting to pound. My balls where slapping against hers as she penetrated me. Her thighs slapping against my ass cheeks only added to it. Each stroke brought me closer to ecstasy. Tingles began to course through my body. She grabbed a hold of my hips as her thrusts became stronger. Either that insert must be doing its job, or she is really getting into this. The orgasm hit me and I began to shudder as wave after wave went through me. I had gone into my own world. Everything was right. It felt good to move, to smile, to think. I slowly returned to consciousness, I realized shortly after I came, she collapsed onto me.
We lay there for a few moments, her still inside me, breathing deeply, exhausted. I was filled with new energy, “Mistress, may I fuck you.” She perked up at that proposition. She got up and grabbed the last plug, placed some lube on it and pressed it onto me. Clearing the ridge gave me another shudder.