sighed heavily. “You want to know why I am taking
the submissive role. You’re mistaken. I’m not a switch and I’m yielding up
nothing to you. This is to show each of us how much we trust the other. We need
this if we are to get past what happened. You will bind me and you will play
with my body. I will tell you how to play with it, and you will do exactly what
I tell you. Then you will do what I tell you to do with your own body. You will
do all this even though you have the freedom not to and I am physically
powerless. You will do it because you want to obey me and you trust me enough
to do what I say. I’m right about that, am I not?”
His chest rose and fell in harsh breaths as his arousal
increased. What she ordered him to do both frightened and intrigued him. He
wasn’t worried about hurting her because he knew he had the self-control to be
trusted with her body. Yet, he also knew she might very well order him to hurt
her simply to show her level of trust in him. Could he really do it? Could he
obey an order to harm his Mistress? The answer was obvious. If he didn’t then
there would be nothing left for them. She wouldn’t be his Mistress if he didn’t
obey her completely, totally. He had to let go. No more thinking, no more
worrying. With a deep breath, he released the last of his reservations and did
as commanded.
He took each of Juliette’s delicate wrists in hand and
restrained them. When she told him to pull the straps tighter, he did, wincing
only slightly as he pulled her arm muscles taut. When he was done, he stood up
beside her and waited for the next order. He tried not to look at her beautiful
breasts on display, rosy nipples pointed up at him. Nor did he gaze at the
thatch of hair nestled between the straps of her garter belt. Perhaps it was
only his imagination, but he swore he could smell her sweet arousal. He kept
his sight fixed on the wall beyond her head and clasped his hands in a tight fist.
His Mistress cooed. “Good boy. Now go into my bag and find
the wooden box. Inside it are several metal rings. Take them out and slide them
one at a time down your awesome cock. They’ll keep you nice and hard for me.”
Trey did as he was told, happy to have something to do that
didn’t involve hurting his Mistress. There were five rings in the box, and
going down on one knee, he slid them past his cock head and onto his shaft. It
was excruciating, the cool metal against his heated flesh only served to heighten
his desire to come. But the rings also did their job, choking the path his
semen would have to take. When he was done encasing himself in the restraints,
his breath labored and sweat beaded his skin.
“Excellent.” The simple praise made him grin. The next
command erased it. “There’s a butt plug and a tube of lube. Get them out.”
Trey found the items and held one in each hand. The
cone-shaped plug with the narrow neck caused him to swallow hard. Whether the
item was for her or him, he didn’t like it. Still, he would place it wherever
he was told and knew enough already to apply a liberal amount of the lubricant
on it.
“Good,” his Mistress said when he was finished. “It’s for
you. You understand it’s not a dildo. Its purpose is merely to enhance your
pleasure. It will stimulate your prostate and when I let you come inside me, it
will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.”
Her words alone sped up his heart and made him moan. His
cock pulsed in its confinement and his asshole tightened. He looked at the
plug, shiny with lube, and wondered how he would take it inside. But he knew
already. He had done this before to someone else and could do it to himself.
Reaching around his body, he pulled at one ass cheek. He relaxed his sphincter
and pushed out as he slid the cone in. There was a bite of pain before it
settled in, filling him, stimulating his already aroused body. He sighed
heavily and looked at his Mistress. She smiled back at him.
“Not so bad, is
the submissive role. You’re mistaken. I’m not a switch and I’m yielding up
nothing to you. This is to show each of us how much we trust the other. We need
this if we are to get past what happened. You will bind me and you will play
with my body. I will tell you how to play with it, and you will do exactly what
I tell you. Then you will do what I tell you to do with your own body. You will
do all this even though you have the freedom not to and I am physically
powerless. You will do it because you want to obey me and you trust me enough
to do what I say. I’m right about that, am I not?”
His chest rose and fell in harsh breaths as his arousal
increased. What she ordered him to do both frightened and intrigued him. He
wasn’t worried about hurting her because he knew he had the self-control to be
trusted with her body. Yet, he also knew she might very well order him to hurt
her simply to show her level of trust in him. Could he really do it? Could he
obey an order to harm his Mistress? The answer was obvious. If he didn’t then
there would be nothing left for them. She wouldn’t be his Mistress if he didn’t
obey her completely, totally. He had to let go. No more thinking, no more
worrying. With a deep breath, he released the last of his reservations and did
as commanded.
He took each of Juliette’s delicate wrists in hand and
restrained them. When she told him to pull the straps tighter, he did, wincing
only slightly as he pulled her arm muscles taut. When he was done, he stood up
beside her and waited for the next order. He tried not to look at her beautiful
breasts on display, rosy nipples pointed up at him. Nor did he gaze at the
thatch of hair nestled between the straps of her garter belt. Perhaps it was
only his imagination, but he swore he could smell her sweet arousal. He kept
his sight fixed on the wall beyond her head and clasped his hands in a tight fist.
His Mistress cooed. “Good boy. Now go into my bag and find
the wooden box. Inside it are several metal rings. Take them out and slide them
one at a time down your awesome cock. They’ll keep you nice and hard for me.”
Trey did as he was told, happy to have something to do that
didn’t involve hurting his Mistress. There were five rings in the box, and
going down on one knee, he slid them past his cock head and onto his shaft. It
was excruciating, the cool metal against his heated flesh only served to heighten
his desire to come. But the rings also did their job, choking the path his
semen would have to take. When he was done encasing himself in the restraints,
his breath labored and sweat beaded his skin.
“Excellent.” The simple praise made him grin. The next
command erased it. “There’s a butt plug and a tube of lube. Get them out.”
Trey found the items and held one in each hand. The
cone-shaped plug with the narrow neck caused him to swallow hard. Whether the
item was for her or him, he didn’t like it. Still, he would place it wherever
he was told and knew enough already to apply a liberal amount of the lubricant
on it.
“Good,” his Mistress said when he was finished. “It’s for
you. You understand it’s not a dildo. Its purpose is merely to enhance your
pleasure. It will stimulate your prostate and when I let you come inside me, it
will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.”
Her words alone sped up his heart and made him moan. His
cock pulsed in its confinement and his asshole tightened. He looked at the
plug, shiny with lube, and wondered how he would take it inside. But he knew
already. He had done this before to someone else and could do it to himself.
Reaching around his body, he pulled at one ass cheek. He relaxed his sphincter
and pushed out as he slid the cone in. There was a bite of pain before it
settled in, filling him, stimulating his already aroused body. He sighed
heavily and looked at his Mistress. She smiled back at him.
“Not so bad, is
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