I soon realize I'm wrong - she strikes me like lightning again - taken completely by storm. I meet her in the late evening; she invites me in and I greet her groveling on my knees at her feet and giving them kisses, wondering what form her training will take tonight. She looks gorgeous as ever, but also determined... like she has a specific plan in mind.
"Get up little foo-foo dog, I've got a bone for you tonight!" I respond with a typical excited, "Thank you, Mistress," while she pulls me by the hair (not too fierce or angrily but so I can feel it) as if guiding me with a leash, to her bedroom. I can't keep my lips from grinning or my head from spinning since I'm so excited about what's about to happen and curious at the same time, who knows what she has in mind?
Upon entering the room I saw a comforting, pleasant, and romantic scene. In the candle-light I see an enema bag set up and some lube by the bed... which is made up and decked out with red soft sheets. She leads me to the bed and instructs me to lay on my side with my outside knee raised and she joins me while we slip into our own sort of foreplay. She tugs my hair, kisses and bites all over, some spanks here and there. Nothing too fierce, just little electric and erotic touches to drive me wild, get me wiggling, and send shivers down my spine.
Her every action invokes a reaction, whether a soft coo, a squeal and squirm, or a breathy moan. Her meticulous molestation soon hones its attention in on my posterior... the massaging, biting, kneading, and beating (not brutal, some spanks to redden up my rear) get me so hot - I'm rock hard and rearing to go.
Then those gentle hands ease my cheeks apart and start teasing and toying with my hole, just tickling around it and skirting softly over it. I can't help myself and start pushing and grinding back against her hands and she gives me a sharp spank to remind me who is in control of everything, including pace. I moan and begin looking back over my shoulder to try and see what she is planning. As soon as I get a glance in my cheek, this time the facial one, is met with a similar slap and she stops what she is doing to get up and walk away. Still laying on the bed, I become distraught. "I'm sorry, Mistress... please. I won't look again, I promise!" She returns with a quickness and various fetish gear in tow. "You're damn right you won't, but I don't trust you dirty little slut-boy so I'm going to cuff and blindfold you," she applies the restraints, locking my hands in place behind my back ensuring I won't catch sight of her preparations.
I thank Mistress for her kindness, guidance, and training and apologize for being such a dirty boy while trying to figure out by the strange noises what she's setting up. Before all the words escape my lips I feel her applying slick lubricant to my ass and her finger slips inside; my sentence stops dead in its tracks, cut short by a moan. Although I can't see it, she is smiling down at me while gently probing my ass. First one finger, then another and I become jelly in her hands.
Her sweet voice sings out, coaxing me along, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Moaning like a slutty little schoolgirl I answer, "Yes, Mistress... I love it, your touch is exquisite."
"What do you want me to do to you, bitch boy?"
"Please, Mistress... give me an enema? I want it so bad... please caress me and tease me and bite me while you fill me with warm water, cleaning me out... I need it, Mistress... I need you to control me, to let me submit to you completely and fully all of me... I want you to own every last part of my body and have control over everything."
"Yes... I do own you completely, Boychik. And you will submit to me."
(To be continued...)
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