I
kneel before her, looking up into her feline eyes, trying so hard not
to beg her to let me cum this time.
She
has me in black lace tonight. Panties and bra. Black stocking and my
little feet in black heels. My brown hair is slicked back, face made
up, a special shade of red for my lips. She put on the collar with
the single silver ring and put a leash on me; I am her pet tonight.
My
ankles are in snug, fur-lined heavy, leather cuffs. A spreader bar
keeps me from closing my legs together. My hands are also in similar
cuffs, with small padlocks locking me in. A belt above and below my
chest are pinning my arms to my back. So, so, so tight yet still comfortable.
I
lick my lips as she taps the crop into the palm of her hand. She's
beautiful. Soft, blonde hair piled up off the back of her neck (oh,
I so want to kiss her there), blue eyes that make me melt...and her
lips...oh, god...I want her lips all over me...
She
turns back to the table. Her boots click on the floor and I have
sudden urge to want to lick them, taste the leather, submit and clean
them with my tiny, pink tongue. She teases me a little as she wiggles
her behind, tight skirt forming perfectly on her. She comes back,
dangling a ball gag from one hand.
She
holds it up to my face by the straps and commands me, “Lick it.
Now.”
I
obediently lean forward, my eyes never leaving her face, and that
tiny tongue of mine flicks out and the tip touches the red ball of
the gag. My eyes go half-lidded as I slowly lick the ball, I make
small, sighs and moans as I do it, eyes unfocused, concentrating on
the taste of the rubber.
She
pulls it away and I pout a little. She brings it back and commands me
again, “Kiss it. Now.”
I
let out a little “oh” and lean forward, close my eyes, and press
my lips on the ball and I keep them there. I want this ball in my mouth. I need this ball in my mouth. After a long moment, I lean back, lick my lips
yet again and look up the goddess who wants t hurt me.
“Open
your mouth. Now.”
I
open my small mouth as wide as I can. It isn't much. But I try. I
look at her as she slowly moves the gag to my tiny mouth. She stops
just as the ball touches my lower lip. I let out a pleading noise; no
words, just a needy sound. She smiles in an evil manner.
She
uses her thumb to slowly...oh, so slowly...push the ball into my
mouth. It goes past my teeth. It forces itself on my glistening
tongue. My eyes roll back in ecstasy. When I open them again...the
whole world is hazy and a million miles away.
She
pulls on the straps behind my head. The leather straps put pressure
on my cheeks before they cruelly cut in. The ball is almost to the
back of my throat. I simply kneel, looking ahead vacantly, making
soft noises, against my own will.
She
walks to the table again. I am lost in subspace. I don't care about
anything but the pressure of the restraints. I can't move. I can't
control anything. I don't want to control anything. The only thing I
really want is this forever; bound, gagged and a lovely woman who
will both give me pain and pleasure.
She
gently lifts my chin with the crop. She brought it back. The crop
glides over my gagged lips, the gag. It softly touches my cheeks. I
move my head into the crop, savoring the smell of the leather. It
moves under my chin and down my neck, over the collar.
It
tickles me as she brings it to my bosom. She has a light touch. She
strokes me there with the crop. Softly, so softly...I anticipate the
the sting of it. But she strikes my breasts. Instead, she teases me
as she works her way back up. She finally rests it on one cheek.
She
bends over and I smell jasmine. I love that smell. It makes me want
her even more. With the crop on one cheek, she caresses the other
with her hand.
The
sting on my face surprises me. I can feel my cheek heat up under the
crop. She viciously turns my head and strikes my other cheek. This
time, I moan so loudly and my hips buck. It feels sooooo good...
She
strikes me again and this time, when I moan out a plea to fuck me,
drool spills over my chin and plops onto the floor.
She
stops striking my face. My chest is heaving and I want her so bad. I
want her to make me do it, to make me cum for her. I nod at her when
she pulls on the leash. Wide-eyed, ready, I look up at her...wanting,
wanting, oh my god, wanting so badly....
She
giggles and steps back. She appraises me for a moment, crop tapping
on her leg. She shakes her head, “No. Not tonight. You don't
deserve to cum, you silly cunt.”
She
turns on her heels and walks to the door, “Any last words? I won't
be back for thirty minutes...”
I
plead and beg with my eyes, leaning forward, belts pushing and
pulling against me, my gag pulling inwards, I manage one gagged
message, “Plsh....plsh...plsh...”
I
repeat it over and over, warm drool cascading down, getting more and
more frantic as she slowly closes the door until I start to cry as
the lock clicks.
“Plsh...plsh...mmoh,
plsh...plsh...plsh...”
