No: Licking, Sucking, Kissing or Touching!

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Zander waits in the room for me as instructed. Kneeling, back straight, head down, hands by his side...naked.  He's a tortured man.  Not one I would agree to spend time with.  But he's so beautiful and the torment that lies in his soul beckons to my own.  I try not to, but find myself answering every time his need calls out for me. We have a rule, his rule really because he belongs to another who refuses to meet his hunger. The rule is he is my object to use as I wish, to touch and tease and play as I wish, but he is not to lick, suck, kiss or touch me in anyway.  In his mind it somehow justifies him spending time with me to meet his driving hunger and in return his body belongs to me for that suspension of time to exercise and meet what ever hunger is lingering in my soul at the moment.

Tonight as I gaze at him through the two way mirror that separates my office and the play room I unconsciously run my hands over the sheer knit top that clings and runs the length of my torso, gently grazing across my nipples. The texture makes them stand erect as I feel the electricity run down my frame straight into the core of my clit.  I can feel the wetness start to pool in the slender crotch of my g-string and I reach down to calm my heat. 

I step away from the mirror and walked toward the door.  I can see a shiver run down his spine as I open the door and walk toward him.  His body reacts to each sound of my heels clicking across the hardwood floor.  I stand behind him and run a finger down his spine following the shiver and then lean my body against him and whisper in his ear, "Hello pet."

"Good evening Mistress." He softly replies, head still bowed down, body remaining in form. 

I run my hands between his legs and feel his balls start to respond to my warm touch. I move around him, standing very close to him where he can smell my excitement as it rises to meet his nostrils.  I love to press my body against him, press his face against my breasts and feel his body twitch as he fights the natural urge to reach out for me, touch me, slide his fingers into me where it is warm and inviting.  I love to see him fight against his own soul and need. 

I bind his balls, cock and frame in rope. I twist and pull and attach clamps to his sensitive nipples, and run my gloved fingers around his hole and invade his most intimate region.  His body shakes from the struggle to remain as still as possible and with the tiniest of his movement I strike his hands and remind him of his own rule. My excitement builds but I know that my hunger will be satisfied for my partner is watching from behind the two way mirror, building his own excitement that he will share with me once Zander has had his fill. This motivates me to take Zander to his limit.  Over and over I bring him to the edge, his beautiful cock dripping with pre-cum. 

With the rope that is attached to his cock I lead him to stand to his feet and walk him over to the bed and lie him on his back.  I tie his calves and thighs together and have him spread his legs wide for me as I slip one finger into his hole and grab his cock with my other hand.  

"Be a good boy and cum for me now, pet." I command softly.

"Yes Mistress." He moans and it only takes a few strokes and pressing against his prostate for him to explode all over his stomach and chest.  Nice thick streams of warm cum. 

I untie his legs and torso as my partner then enters the room with a warm wash cloth and towel and hands it to Zander.  My partner then reaches around my body and slips two of his fingers inside me drawing out my own moaning while devouring me with a deep and passionate kiss.  I reach for his cock and full balls and silently thank Zander for his torment.

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Stress Reliever – Lubed Fingers

You walk in the door unsure of what awaits you.  Your only clue is that I said to ‘clear your mind’ before you opened the door to the playroom. You take a deep breath, shake your head and feel the troubles of the day roll off your shoulders and down your back.
 

You walk into the room, the lights are low and Enya is playing lightly in the background setting the atmosphere. You take this as a good sign, because you know it calms me and gets me into a wonderful erotic mood.

 

You see I have placed the upholstered bench of heavy wood, about three feet in length, equipped with a variety of restraining straps in the middle of the room.  The bench is long enough to accommodate the length of your torso from the top of your head to your pelvis. A shudder runs down your spine as you reach for the note I have left on the bench for you.

 

“I’m watching you.” You stop reading and look around the room trying to locate me. Then stop yourself, knowing that will cause trouble and go back to reading the note.

 

“You know better than to look around, pet.” You can feel the flush of heat wash over your body.

 

“With your head lowered, you are to slowly remove your shirt, then jeans, etc, place them in the corner of the room, grab your nipple chain and the cock harness on the corner table and put them on. Once on, you are to move to the middle of the room by the bench, kneel, hands clasped behind your back, head lowered and wait for me.”

 

I watch you from the adjacent room through the two way mirror I had installed during your last trip. I watch with admiration at your ability to follow my directions and your willingness to serve.  I watch your breathing;  your chest moving at first at a normal pace, then quickens as I allow 5, then 10 minutes to pass until I start to see a sheen of perspiration form on your forehead and along the middle of your chest. I know you need this. Your work load has been brutal and you need release.

My heart is also picking up its pace as I anticipate what the evening will bring. I move away from the mirror and walk through the doorway into the main playroom. You hear the click of my heels but don’t look up. You smell the faint freshness of my perfume and take a deep breath that I have arrived.

 

“Look at me.”

 

As you raise your head, your eyes travel up my legs dressed in black sheer thigh highs. Then up to my hips and torso barely covered in a black leather body harness; my cunt and breasts exposed through the leather straps. My hands are holding a chain in one hand and a crop in the other. My dark wavy hair falling loosely down my back and across my shoulders. My blue eyes piercing now into yours with deep passion and excitement. I say nothing more to you.

 

I lean my body into your chest, my bare warm breasts pressing into your face. You keep your hands behind your back as you move your face and take my right nipple into your mouth and gently flick it with your tongue, then draw the surrounding areola into your mouth.  I move the chain to the hand holding the crop and grab a handful of hair at the back of your head and move you to the left breast for equal attention. As I start to feel the wet stream of juice drip from my pussy along my thigh I push you back.  I don’t want to.  I’d rather keep you there for hours, but I have other things planned for the night.

 

I loop the crop into my harness and take the chain I’ve been holding and attach it to your nipple chain and then down to your cock harness.  I tug a little to make sure there is room for movement, but also tight enough for some strain. Your mind is already getting foggy as the smell from my pussy rises up into your nostrils.  You start to salivate and your tongue runs along your lips longing to taste my familiar juices. I reach down and with one finger swipe a trickle of juice running down my inner thigh.  You sigh as I start to move toward my mouth, but then bring my wet finger and run it across your lips. You hungrily take it into your mouth and lick the finger dry.

 

“Stand up pet. You’ve been struggling with some things deep in your soul and you need release. I know you and how to take you to that place. Will you follow me?”

 

Your brow at first shows concern.  There has been an internal battle that you thought you were dealing with. But obvious it has caused concern and is starting to build a wall between you and your Mistress. You concede to her.  You take another deep breath.

 

“Yes Mistress. I’ll follow you.”

 

“Lie down on the bench and be still.” I order and I buckle a strap around your waist. I then move to the front of the bench and utilized the ones provided on the front legs of the bench to hold your wrists, effectively binding you there. Your knees are on the floor, and I move around to the back grabbing a folded fleece blanket and slide it beneath them, ensuring your comfort, and then strap your ankles down to the floor bolts provided for that purpose. Totally exposed, ankles wide.  I run my hand slowly over your ass cheeks and warm them with my hand. Then I run my hands along your balls and shaft as they hang along the back of the bench; still attached to the nipple chain. I give the chain a slight tug and hear you wince.  

I rise and move to the front of the bench and stand, where your face is turned toward me, your mouth inches from my thighs.  I reach down and run my fingers through your hair, pulling you closer to where my pussy is just out reach from your mouth. You can smell the heat and wetness already generating from there.

 

“Are you hungry pet?” I ask softly.

 

“Yes Mistress, very hungry.” Your voice is low. 

 

“But not hungry enough pet. Let’s see if I can fix that.”

 

I remove my crop from my harness and strike the top of your ass cheeks. I move along the side of the bench running my hand along your spine and once in position I strike your cheeks again. Alternating between the left and then the right; smoothing your back and then your warming cheeks in between strikes.

 

Once they are nice and flushed, I reach for the lube on the table behind me, drop the crop and pour the lavender smelling liquid into the palms of my hands.  I rub them together as I admire your colored cheeks. I move up behind you, in between your spread legs and start to apply the lube along your cheeks, and then dribble it along your ass crack. I let the lube fall onto your balls and dribble down your hardened shaft.  I hear your moans each time you move. The nipple chain pulling mercilessly on your nipples as your cock moves and throbs.

 

I admire the cock harness enclosing your balls on all sides at the end of the bench. I see your balls tighten as I start to move my lubed fingers and rub along your anus. You tighten your opening at my first touch.

 

“Pet….follow me…relax….” I tell you in a soothing voice.

You relax your opening and let my one, then two fingers find their way inside your heated canal. I continue to rub your cheeks and then move my hand along your tighten balls.  I loosen the harness at the base of your cock a notch, enough to let it move more freely. Your hips start to buck and rock as I begin to ruthlessly fuck your ass with my fingers and run my other lubed hand along your cock.

 

“Please Mistress,” Your voice is staggered, “I long to feel you, be inside you…”

 

“Not at this moment, pet.” 

 

I find the rhythm that I know you love as my fingers move across your prostate and your pre-cum is already staining the blanket beneath us. The sweat is beading down your spine as your hips buck up again, each time pulling on the nipple chain until you can’t hold out any longer and with one last buck you cum and cum and cum all over the blanket and my heels.

I slowly remove my fingers and reach for the wipes that are on the table next to me and clean your ass and my fingers.

 

“Naughty pet!” I admonish you as I walk to the front of the bench.  “Look at my heels!”

 

Your face is still flushed as you try to refocus your eyes and look down at my feet.

 

“You’ll clean those.  But first you must take care of me.”

 

I reach for your face and bring you and my pussy together. You can see that I have soaked the leather straps of my harness and my pussy and thighs are glistening with my juices. My fingers wrap in your hair and guide you as your tongue reaches out for that first taste. My head falls back at the warmth of your touch.  I’m hungry too.

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