Cold

Pet Peeves(closed)

i lay on the cold wet concrete floor, i could hear water drips and a glimpse of light threw the broken glass. I was only wearing my boxer briefs, wondering how i ended up in this position. When i met Natasha, it was very good she knew what i wanted and she was a natural at being dominant it never was forced no matter how outlandish it was. I would do anything for her, now i am laying in her basement as she is above having a get together. Natasha was 24 5'8 beauty of a woman, long flowing black hair, a beautiful tanned body. I couldn't ask for more.

As the guest enjoyed the hors d'oeuvres and cocktails, Natasha so painstakingly prepared earlier in the day, she quietly made her way to the rear entry of her small Craftsman style home. It so charmingly blending into the quaint neighborhood, no one would ever suspect what was chained below in her basement.

Her ankle bound python stiletto heels sharply clicked across the concrete floor once they left the weathered wooden stairs that lead to her basement. As she entered the room, she walked straight to the utility sink, turning the water on, it splashed and scattered against the steel. Pulling a small white china bowl from the shelf, Natasha filled it with cool water. Taking a few steps carefully as if not to spill a drop she stopped just shy of a mass on the floor. Seductively she lower and crouched next to it, her finger reached out to a manly chin and lovingly pull it upward.

"Here, my Pet....." she whispered after she placed the bowl on the floor and patted his head. Not waiting for a reply, she quickly rose, adjusted her black leather skirt, turned and walked from the room closing the door behind her...............

i watched as Natasha walked away, her every move, her smell turned me on. I wanted to please her, anyway possible. Anything Natasha wanted i would do, the sounds of her heels clicking against the floor made me shutter. I leaned forward and took small sips of water, not knowing when my love would be back and not caring at all. He was so devoted to Natasha that he would sit 100 years in that cold wet basement. He had a life and a wife a few hundred miles away,but at this time he was Natashas pet

As the evening entered into late night, Natasha's thoughts grew more on what excitement lay below her feet than what chattered in her ears from the man her girlfriend seemed to think would be a perfect match for her. She laughed silently as she thought why did her girlfriend think she wanted a man like him....... or did she laugh out loud???

As her guests dwindled to a handful, she wanted to yell, "Party's over, Glad you came..... See ya!!!!" But the gracious hostess she was would never do that, so she just watched the clock tick on by and smiled as she rolled the brandy round and around in the small crystal glass in her left hand that rested on her crossed legs as the chatter filled the living room.

"OMG!!!! would you look at the time!!!!" Derrick blurted out and he stood, "I can't believe we stayed so long, it's after 1 a.m."

Laughing as Natasha passed out the coats of her last few guest, " Oh you guys could just sleep on the floor by the fire and you wouldn't have to face the chill of this Autumn night."

"Now, Nat...... you better be careful what you say, we'll be roasting marshmallows at 3 o'clock in the morning like last time!" Robin said as she kissed Natasha on the cheek and headed out the door.

"Night everyone....." Natasha said as she closed her front door, locking it so quickly you would of thought one or more of her long blood red nails would get broken.

Natasha slowly walked to the back entry, down the stairs to her basement. Her heels echoed so loudly this time as no noise from upstairs muffled them. Her hand slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. Stopping in the doorway, the only light flooding in the room was a single bulb from the hall, framing her shapely silhouette.

Taking a few steps, she knelt and stroked this man's short black hair lovingly once more, "Such a good boy, you've been tonight, my pet....... would you like to go for a walk?".............................

He looked up into the dim light as it outlined his beautiful Natasha,as he layed there silently as she enjoyed herself amongst her friends. He waited and waited, not knowing when he would see her next, but the time had come. He looked up then looked down to her feet, her well put together feet she still wore the heels. The heels looked so strong on her feet, the noise they made coming down the stairs and across the floor sent chills down his cold spine.

He slowly crawled to her feet, making sure not to make eye contact or touch her. He responded " yes Mistress Natasha, i would love to go for a walk with you" He knew he had to be a good boy, since his job kept him away from her the last time for over three months. The worn leather collar that was around his neck had a latch on it that she would put a dog leash on and walk him, and if he was a real good boy she would let him off the leash. She reached down and stroked his hair once more, her long blood red nails made there way down his back before she turned around showing him a quick view up her tight fitting black dress. She slowly walked in front before commanding him to follow he followed the clicks of her heels...click..clack

He moved soundlessly only a few inches from Natasha's pencil pointed heels carefully, knowing all to well that one mistake of his hand would mark him for life. Not one word was needed from her as he kept pace with her every move up the steep stairs, nor was a yank of the leash.

As they entered the kitchen, the light stung at his eyes causing him to pause. Natasha sternly pulled at the leash looking back at him.

"Come!" she commanded.

It seemed to take them a lifetime to reach her bedroom as she sat on the edge of the bed, he thought. Natasha slowly crossed her legs and teasingly swung her shoed foot in his face. His almost nude body curled on the plush white fur rug. His body relished it's warmth and softness.

Stopping along side his face, her foot gently caressed it. "Since you've been such a good boy all night, my pet..... you can remove my shoes tonight." she said as she smiled down at him...........................

He wanted to smile, yet he showed no emotion except his cock getting hard in the smooth satin panties she made him wear. He slowly removed Natashas heels wanting it to last forever as he held her sweet feet in his hands he slowly let them go as he removed the other heel. He so bad wanted to suck them,lick them, but he knew if he was good she would allow him.
He backed up a few inches as her heels lay infront of him. His nearly naked body was beaming from the moonlight as it seeped through the shades of her bedroom. His eyes looked over the room, he noticed a flogger, and several other toys, he looked into her closet and imagined her in all kinds of different outfits before he knew it his mouth was on her feet. He knew at that instant he would be punished because he did not have permission to do so. But the taste of her sweaty feet in his mouth was heaven, he could taste the sweat as she had walked around in those heels to entertain her guests. He quickly released and tried to back up as Natasha gave a swift and forcefull pull

"You know better than that, Pet!!!!!" she scolded as she grasp the leash and yanked with all her might, "Now you lay there and be good, you bad bad boy!"

Natasha stood and walked over to her dresser, pulled open the top drawer and took out a silk and lace black nightie. Seductively she walked back to her bed and teasingly undressed almost as if she was stripping for her pet. Slowly she unzipped her leather skirt, shaking her hips slightly to let it fall to the wood floor. Turning to face him, one button at a time her shirt opened, exposing her nude colored strapless bra. Taunting him, she peeled the shirt off her shoulders and it too, landed on the floor as her long raven hair danced over her back. Her hand slid round to her back and unclasp the hooks of her bra. Her breast firm, nipples hard now bare before him. Only her thin nude lace thong covered any skin of her body as she reached for the nightie.

Slipping the nightie over her head, he felt his cock drip....... and Natasha felt it too. She turned quickly and walked to the foot of the bed, grabbed the leash, "Come, my pet."

Once in the living room, Natasha curled up on the sofa and patted it, "Here, my pet!"

Stroking his soft black hair, "Now you stay, I'll be right back."

Shortly she came back with a cup of liquor flavored coffee, curling up on the sofa she stroked his back lovingly as she sipped the hot coffee, watching the flames of the warm fire dueling with each other............................

he layed there as she lay above him stroking his back, he couldnt get the image of those sweet perky breasts out of his mind. He knew he had to get the upper hand on her, he couldnt always be the pet. He looked up at her and imagined her with the collar kneeling at his feet. He quickly put his hand back down.
As she finished her drink she led him back to the room " hurry you filthy pet" she climbed in bed slowly on all fours, teasing her dirty pet with her silky smooth ass. He could see the outline of her smooth pussy. He wanted it so bad, he wanted to take it but he couldnt. She had a hold on him deeper than the collar

As she finished her coffee, Natasha noticed his breath was slow and deep. Its wet warmth moistened her leg where his head relaxed. She smiled as she wondered what he dreamt about as his hands moved up to his face, brushing her leg. She watched as his body released all it's tension as he drifted deeper into sleep. His eyes closed tight as if not to let her see what secrets they kept behind them.

She lowered down to him and kissed his forehead, "My Pet, it's time for bed." she whispered.

His eyes opened to see her gazing down upon him, "Come, it's time for bed." she whispered again.

She took the leash back in her hand as they walked to the bedroom, "Did I wake you from a wonderful dream, My Pet?" turning to look at him she asked.

Turning down the bed for her, Natasha knew the look in his eyes, the look of hopefulness filled them. She slid between the red silk sheets and pulled the covers round her, "Yes, you may sleep in my bed tonight, my pet."....................................

he curled up behind her, slowing sliding his arms around her. Her back against his chest, he could feel her breathing slow down as she relaxed in his arms. If she only knew what he was dreaming, the dreams of one day making her the pet and him the master. She would make a beautiful pet, a beautiful lover she was in all that she does. Her long flowing black hair, her beautiful deep dark eyes. He knew he had to slowly take control of her, not by force but by doing as he was told to win over her trust until he could turn the tables. His hand stroked down to her thigh then back up to her stomach. He gave her soft gently kisses on the back of her neck and her shoulders. Sleep tight my love...

Natasha awoke to the sound of rustling leaves dancing over her lawn in the chilly fall air. Carefully she removed his arm from around her waist and scooted out of bed and headed for the bathroom. After taking care of her usual morning routine, she stood twisting her long black hair into a ponytail as her eyes saw movement beneath the covers of her bed. A smile grew on her face knowing he would please her shortly.

Quietly she entered the closet of her bedroom grabbed her running shoes and a plain leather bound hinged case, tied with a pink satin bow.

Setting in the corner chair she watched him sleep so peacefully in her old antique iron bed. After tying her shoes she walked to the bed, placing the box near the foot of the bed. Quietly she reached under the bed. Her fingers searching for the long dog run leash coiled under her bed. Finding it she rose and tiptoed to the collared man in her bed. Gently she stroked his cheek before her warm sensual lips kissed him.

Turning to face her he yawned as her fingers hooked the lead to his collar.

"Morning Sunshine." she whispered, "I've left you something this morning on the bed. But you must not touch it till I return after my run."

Kissing his cheek once more before she left the bedroom for her daily run, "Remember do not touch it, my pet!!!!!"

He loved seeing "The Box". Never sure what it held in store for him made it so climactic. Perhaps a token this time, a collar maybe or a new paddle, his thoughts raced to the finish line as his fingers tried with all their might not to leave the starting gate.

Knowing he needed to ready himself for Natasha's return he walked to the bathroom taking the leash to it's stretched limits........................

He stretched the collar to its limits as he readied himself, he washed his body and shaved his pubes just the way she liked it. His mind raced " what could be in the box, is it a gift? a punishment? He looked over at the box as the breeze blew threw the room. The box looked so tempting as it sat on the iron bed. His hand reached out and touched it then pulled back he walked and looked out the window. He anticipated her return, he couldn't help himself. He told her days before that he wouldnt get impatient and she knew she could make him.

He watched as the time went by 10 minutes, 15, 35 minutes passed and still no sign of his Mistress. He sat down on the bed, and looked up at the pictures of her. He reached out and held one, her beauty was unmatched, she had strong features and a demanding look in her eye but he knew no matter what was in the box, the surprised he had in store for her would change everything about there relationship as he cracked a confident smile.

Hearing the front door open his eyes cut to the clock, an hour and forty eight minutes he quickly added had passed since that very same door shut. His heart beat sped as Natasha's steps came closer to the bedroom.

Walking through the door Natasha's eyes glanced at the box then to her pet.

"I am pleased my pet." she said as she handed him a small white paper bag with his favorite pastry and a tall coffee.

Tossing the read Sunday paper on the bed, she walked to the bathroom. Leaving the door open she turned on the shower and undressed with her back facing the bedroom. Her hands worked the ponytail free and her long black hair cascaded down to her waist.

As the room began to steam, she entered the shower. He moved on the bed to gain a better view as she seductively washed her body.

He watched as Natasha arched her back as she rinsed her hair, pointing her toes on the bench as she shaved her legs, and when she turned and shaved her already hairless pussy facing him, he almost spilt his coffee. He watched her every move until her toweled body sat in front of him so he could brush her damp hair. Her scent so intoxicating filled his lungs with each breath as he brushed slowly and gently through her hair.

"Enough, my pet." she said as her hand rose to take the brush. "Get the lotion, I'm in the mood for red leather. Fetch it from the closet as well. Oh and today my pet, you may pick out my shoes."

On his speedy return, she walked to the foot of the bed, planted her feet dead center of the white fur rug and raised her arms outward. She stood there like a cross as the towel unwrapped from her body and fell to the rug.

He lay the full body red leather on the bed, placed the shoes he chose neatly on the floor and removed the towel from the rug taking it to the hamper. Hurriedly he knelt at Natasha's feet and opened the bottle of lotion.

His eye gazed at the box still in it's place on the bed while his hands softly rubbed the lotion over her warm tanned skin................................

He knelt at her feet, he opened the bottle of lotion and started to rub it slowly into her feet and legs. Massaging as he rubbed the lotion onto her body, he gazed over her body slowly infatuated with every inch of her. His mind wondered what was in the box, was it a new toy, a new outfit that mistress would wear. He snapped back to reality as he realized that his hands stopped moving.
He looked up to Mistress " have you ever been taken? I mean have you ever had someone control you?" He quickly looked down, but did not panic. She did not answer just looked down on him. He was feeling more confident in his surprise to her. He let out a small laugh as he thought about his plan. He kissed her feet softly then let her foot down.
The day was gone as the sun slowly dropped and the temp dropped also. The cool breeze quickly turned to a chilly wind that blew threw the room, he felt his nipples perk up and the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up. He had to know what was in that box and he was ready to do anything to get into it.

Natasha stood tall over her pet, now dressed in the hell's fury red leather bustier topped outfit as she guided the last matching leather glove over her elbow. She had always loved the smell fine leather gave as it permeated from the building heat of the body that wore it.

Looking back down at him, her eyes smiled lovingly, "Stand, my pet."

The pointed toe of her blazon red patent leather pump ground into the top of his foot as hers twisted on top of his. Natasha's left hand flew to his face, landing on his right cheek with a loud reddening slap.

As the welt stung on his cheek, "Never ask me a insolent question like that again! Do you understand, my pet?" she barked at him, her hand gently caressing his red cheek.

Unhooking the leash, she turned and got the box off the bed and placed it in his hands, without putting on the walking leash she told her pet to follow. Her heels angrily clicked across the wood floor to the kitchen and down to the basement. So loud they grew as that room neared. She opened the door, the small dark dank room's cold washed over his body. Her long gloved finger pointed at his spot on the cold concrete.

Slowly, head down he took his place and knelt with the box still in his hands. He lifted his arms up offering the box to Natasha.

Taking the box from him, his insubordinate question still fresh in her mind, "I'm not so sure you deserve the box, my pet."

She circled him with a slow hard click clack of each footstep ringing in his ears. After the fifth circle round him, she stopped a few feet from his lowered head and knelt placing the box on the floor.

"Untie it, my pet, but do not open it." she said as she walked to the locker next to the door.

Finding a short metal rod she returned to him as the pink ribbon fluttered to the floor. Hooking the hanging chain to his collar, she slid the box just out of his reach with her leather pump. Bending to her knees she turned the box so the lid would open to her and cocked the lid open with the metal rod. Then slowly turned the barely opened box to face him.

Natasha stood and walked to the door. Without a word she closed the door stopping it just wide enough to let a single beam of light shine on the leather bound box only inches from his reach. The light sparkled off the metal rod that held the lid open like a taunting lighting bug as a child tried to catch it...............................

he knelt down the precious box just a few inches from his reach. The rod was gleaming from the light. He stared at her gorgeous feet. The click and the clack of the heel made him shutter. He wanted to lick the heel, make love to her feet with his mouth. He wanted to taste the days worth of sweat from her feet, he sniffed and could smell the sweet scent of her body. He was totally intoxicated by her scent, her aggresive stance made him quiver yet excited. His eyes were locked onto her heels, her feet, her toes, her ankles she had the whole package.

He knew should have never asked her a question, but he wanted to push his luck. He wanted to see how far he could bend his mistress. His mouth watered as natasha walked within inches of his face, her toes were in a tongues length. But after the question he asked he knew he better not touch her, he quickly gathered his thoughts and wondered why she was so angry over the question. But if she had never been taken, soon she would feel what it was like to be powerless.

She walked up the stairs and went to her dinning room, fixed herself a Sapphire Gin and Tonic. Taking the glass in her hand, she slowly walked to the sofa, kicked off her red pumps and curled her long legs under her. Taking a sip, her mind flowed with thoughts of HIM........... of Steven. Of the only man she had ever been submissive to. The only man she ever let have control over her. The only man to leave her bruised and battered in more than one way. And the day he closed that door and drove off, she vowed never to let a man do that to her again.

She set her half full glass on the end table and walked back to the kitchen, fixed a plate of last night's leftovers and a glass of water and took it to the man waiting chained in her basement.

Walking over to him, she bent down, placing the plate and glass on the floor, "I'll be back shortly, my pet." she lovingly said as her hand lifted his chin so his eyes met hers.

With that, she stood and walked to the door. The box still in it's place caught her eye as the metal rod glistened from the hall light. Her polished toes kicked the lid back. The metal rod clanked against something that was inside as it fell into the box. Her hand grabbed the doorknob and closed it more this time, not letting any ray of light hit the box.

Now, it set there only inches away, a cavernous black hole sucking him in................................

He wanted to open the box as it laid there and his sweet Natasha was nowhere in sight. As she left he walked over to her pumps, picking them up smelling and licking the heel. He wished she would have fucked his mouth with her toes, but he knew he struck a nerve with his question. He dropped the pumps walking to her room as he looked around, seeing all of her shoes pumps, stilletos, flip flops, flats all of which were sexy on her beautiful feet. He moved some of her dresses back imagining her in them, thats when he noticed a box marked "STEVEN".

He opened the box there it was, pictures of natasha tied up, pictures of her ass beaten cherry red and there was also a flogger in there. He took it out swinging it around imagining Natasha moaning in pain and exstacy. He put everything back in its place, not yet ready to give Natasha his surprise.

He finally had enough he walked over to the box, looking down he seen the metal shining as he opened the box he pulled the top off....

Natasha had forgotten all about an appointment. All the way to her bedroom she repeated the word, "Fuck", over and over. In a rush she took off the leather suit and grabbed her yoga pants and a T. At the front door, she slipped on a pair of flip flops and grabbed her keys. In her rush, she didn't even tell him she had to leave the house, but it was to late for that now as she drove away.

She pulled into the parking lot of the café, parked, grabbed the file and almost ran to the entrance. Her eyes searched for Robin. Seeing her, Natahsa's pace quickened.

"I'm so sorry, hope you haven't been here long. Time got away from me." she said as she took a seat across from Robin. "Here's the file on that property you need."


Robin flipped through the file, "Looks great! Now what are we in the mood for? Soup and salad? A Ruben?"

"Oh, I can't stay, sorry. I have plans already." Natasha said as she pushed her chair back from the table. "Rain check?"

"Sure thing." Robin replied as Natasha walked away. " See you, tomorrow."

Natasha waved back at Robin as she went out the door. She had one thing one her mind and it wasn't food. The trip back to the house only took a few minutes, but she couldn't get there fast enough. She pulled into the drive and got out of the car before the engine was even off it seemed.

She went straight to her bedroom, changed back into that red leather and walked to the bathroom to freshen up her makeup and hair. Sprayed some of her favorite perfume. Quickly she headed to the living room, but where were her shoes, she thought. Her eye caught them at the other end of the sofa. How odd she thought, but didn't give it to much though as she slipped them on and headed for the basement.

She opened the door all the way and stood for a second. She wondered should she forgive him for his question or make him pay. Forgive him, as her eyes cut to the box. She wanted to see how the item she placed in the box would work on him.

"Have you missed me, my pet?" she asked as she closed the lid to the box with her foot.

"Have you been a good boy while I was away?" she asked as she kicked the box to him.

"Did you look inside the box, my pet?" she asked as she crouched down in front of him.

She took her gloved finger to his chin and pulled it up so his eyes met hers, "Mmmmmmm....... my pet..... even if you did, it doesn't matter, you couldn't of seen through the velvet knotted bag anyway. Now, stand my pet, it is time."

Natasha walked to the locker returning with a flogger and a small bottle of K-Y. She bent down, placed the K-Y and flogger into the box. Holding it in her hands as she stood in front of him, she told her pet to remove his underwear.

Once he was nude, her voice seductively low, "Take out the bag on your left, my pet and open it."

Doing as he was told he slowly opened the bag and pulled out a sliver cock ring with a bent rod and ball. Natasha set the box on a small table to the right of her and took out the K-Y. As he held the ring part, she squirted the K-Y into his other hand and told him to cover the ball. Her left hand glided over his body as he did as he was told. Her eyes watched in excitement as he rubbed the ball. Natasha then put a small amount of K-Y in her hand and order him to spread his legs wide. She bent down behind him. Her mouth only inches away from his tight rosebud. As her palm went to his ass to lube that tight rose, her tongue licked over his cheek followed by her teeth biting the fattest fleshy part. After she made sure his little flower was lubed by sliding a finger deep into it, she walked to face him. She took the cock ring and slid it over his cock.

"Spread your legs wider, my pet." she ordered as her hand took the balled end to his ass. Slowly she slid it into place so it rested against his prostate.

"Mmmmmm.... my pet, do you like how that feels?" she hissed seductively, as her hand rubbed over his tight balls. "I have something else for you, my pet."

She took out the second velvet bag from the box and handed it to him to open. He slowly open it to find a pair of black scalloped lace panties.

"Do you remember the other day, my pet, when we talked on the phone for hours?" Do you know how wet you got me, my pet? Do you, my pet?" she whispered in his ears as she circled him, "Those are the panties I had on, my pet. They are a token for you to keep for doing such a good job pleasing me, my pet."

"Now place them back on the table, my pet, and take your place at the wall." her voice now moist from the hunger of things to come as she picked up the flogger..............................................


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He took his place against the wall, the ball firmly placed in his lubed up fuck hole.

He bent over slightly poking out his ass, just asking for her to make it cherry red.

He knew asking all of the questions and getting out of line the way he had over the past few days that she was going to take out all of her aggression on his ass.

Little did he know that as she walked up behind him she was picturing her long lost lover who left her high and dry and made her the hard woman she was today. As she walked up behind him she pictured steves ass, steves body. Her hand ran down his back squeezing his toned ass. She ran her hand down the front to feel that his pubes were just how she likes it. She held her hand on his hardened cock for a moment before releasing it.

"i want her, i will do anything for her. But i need to take control, she should be the one with the ball in her ass" he said to himself as he looked over his should to see the light outline her body, the leather made her ass look even better as she paced behind him. At this moment though he was hers, he hadnt been back home in several days and did not plan to. He planned to tell her that he was moving her permanently.

But right now he would enjoy the beating he was going to get. He couldnt wait to get alone ago, now that she gave him her panties and he also had a pair of her heels.. mmmmmmm he couldnt wait to get back to the heels ::crack went the flogger against his body::

Natasha watched his tight ass walk across the room. His body chiseled looked so inviting. And those white ass cheeks of his, well...... they will look even better redden, she thought. Following him, the flogger in her left hand cracked against the red leather on her thigh as she popped her leg. It's sound tore through the silence of the cold room.

Just as his hands reached the wall, she kicked his legs wider with her foot. Her leathered body pressed up against his as the flogger's strands ran up his leg to his hip. She felt his body cringe with excitement. Her warm breath taunted his neck as her lips softly kissed his shoulder before her body left his. Teasingly she ran the flogger over his back side to his shoulders then back down. Gently swinging it between his spread legs, she felt his ass draw tight as his anticipation heightened.

Leaning back into his body, she bite his ear lobe, pulling it to her before letting go, "Grip the ropes, my pet." she seductively whispered.

Her first swing of the flogger hit hard without warning before his grip was fixed. She watched as his ass tightly draw inward. Then another even harder. The sound of flesh whipped echoed in the room. His ass sucking in for all it worth as it redden. The sight of his body and his gasp fed her desire. Knowing the sliver ball being rooted deeper into his clasped ass hole with each sting, fueled her fire. Teasingly she now gently twirled the flogger only brushing his skin. Then another mighty whip to his flesh.

Her body slithered between his body and the wall. Natasha's free hand went straight for his cock. Grabbing it roughly and firmly choking his balls, "Do you like you gift, my pet?" she whispered as her lips kissed his...................................

He could barely get out his answer before Natasha whacked him again "yessaaaashhhh it feels good, i love it Mistress. my ass loves it, fuck me!" he gripped the ropes with all the energy he had left. He wanted to hold on until the last minute so he did not disappoint his Mistress. The sensation of the flogger against his body was beyond pleasure, all of the plans he had to dominate her flew away from his mind. His sensations went to another level as every whack and every touch from Mistress sent him even closer to the edge, the pain felt more like love, and her words felt like sweet kisses as she told him how good of a pet he was.

As Natasha whacked my ass, i held the ropes tight. I was standing infront of a mirror so i could look back as she whacked me and in between them. The thoughts in my head raced, i wanted to turn around and take the flogger and turn her ass as red as steven had. But at this moment i was hers, there was no way i would let go of these ropes unless she told me to. The pain in my ass felt like tons of needles going in and out of my ass cheeks. But this is what i wanted, this is what i always fantasized about and now i have it. i leaned forward a little bit to tease natasha, i knew she liked how my ass looked and i knew if i teased her she would give me a little more. After the surprise in the box i couldnt imagine what could be next, i was content with letting her beat my ass until i passed out. But i knew i was a good pet, and if i kept working pressing a little more Natasha would be my pet. I stared into the mirror looking into her eyes as much as i could. I wanted to push my limits. I wanted Natasha to lay down at night and wonder why i was pressing the limits?

I let go of the rope with one hand and slapped my own ass, " this pets ass is yours Mistress, i will take any amount of pain you give me Mistress".... i wanted her in whatever way i could have her, the ball pulsated in my ass as my sweet rosebud quivered from the pain. Whatever this night had in store i wanted it.

As Natasha's pet's hand freed from the rope to spank his own ass, the flogger cracked over his ass, taking his hand. His gasp breathless from the pain.

"Grab the rope, pet!" she barked at him.

Any other time she would of asked if he was Ok, but not now. Not while dressed in red leather. Not while she was his Mistress. He had his safe word. He knew he could use it when need be. So with that being the case, she crashed the flogger as hard as she could over his backside. Over and over she stung his flesh and then softly teased it. His ass grew red with lines. His balls aching to be subdued. Each strike of his body, each loving caress from her hand or lips, each gasp or moan he let out, each flinch, took them deeper.

Natasha suddenly stopped telling him to let go of the ropes and turn to face her. With the bound end of the flogger she push him backwards until his sore red ass pressed into the mirror. The coolness of the glass eased the stinging flesh of his body. She ran her hands over his rippled chest, dropping the flogger to the floor. Stepping closer to him, her lips kissed up his pecs. She loved his scent. Her nose baptized her in it, as her lips savored his taste. Passionately she kissed him, her hands caressing the nape of his neck as his hands drifted to her ass. Her body pressing intensely into his.

Breaking free of their kiss, "Undress me from my leather, my pet. But not to my bare skin." her orders soft and all woman this time....................................

He turned her around pressing her against the mirror. He slowly kissed her lips to her forehead. Her scent intoxicated him, her soft smooth skin against his body. His hands moved slowly down the leather unzipping down the front of her body exposing her soft yet toned torso, her black strapless bra showed as he moved his lips to her neck, his cock was hardening. He wanted to penetrate her, but his kisses was enough, he licked gently with the tip of his tongue down to her naval then back up, he held her curvy hips as he kissed.

He spun her around around fast pressing her against the mirror, he pushed up against her so she could feel his cock against her leathered covered ass. He whispered " Do you like that Mistress or should i say my sweet Natasha?"

His hands pulled the leather down over her shoulders,exposing her back and he followed the leather down with his lips and tongue,kissing licking, nibbling as he worked his way down to her ass. He let the intoxication of her smell grip him as his nose pressed against her ass. He squeezed it, he always wanted to feel her ass without her being mistress. He took his time exploring her ass with his hands,then his mouth. His warm saliva coated her ass as he kissed slowly then licked,mmmmm her taste was sweet. It tasted like sweet pea lotion. He slapped it to watch it jiggle.

He stood back up and turned her around, kissing her, sucking her tongue as he walked her backwards to the bed sitting her down slowly and laying her back he pulled the leather from her body. He just stopped for a second as he admired her gorgeous body. At this point he wanted to pounce her, fuck her and pay her back for off the flogging she done to him that day. But instead he climbed ontop of her kissing and touching her, exploring every inch of Natashas body, it felt just as he imagined. He took her hand and placed it on his chest as she gently rubbed her nails over his chest and down to his abs, her nails sent chills down his body.

The air in the room was cool and his nipples were hard, she pulled and pinched them gently causing him to moan into her mouth. He wanted to continue this but he had something else in mind.
He told her "clothes your eyes sweet natasha" he got up and walked to the room where he hid the heels. He slowly walked back to make sure her eyes were closed. Thats when he kneeled infront of her and slowly slid the heels on her feet. The red leather heels, with silver studs slide on slowly as he kissed and sucked her feet, licking from the toe to the heel. His tongue girated along her toes, he was waiting for this moment for as long as he can remember. The first heel slid on and he tightened the ankle strap. He waited to put the other on, focusing on her toes and heels, he licked and sucked the heel the hard heel felt good in his mouth. Slurping and sucked, his cock felt like it was going to burst, as he took it out looking up at her, he looked into her eyes at this moment she was just Natasha not mistress, she looked like a soft loving woman in his eyes not a hard domme.

He grabbed the other heel, running his fingertips over it the smooth leather the bright red color made his senses run even higher, something about the color red made Chris go crazy. He leaned over and started to give oral to her long big toe,he then licked slowly over the other four toes, holding the heel in his foot. He wanted to feel her barefoot against his cock, he sat up enough and rubbed her foot over his cock, "wiggle your toes natasha" she did as he said with no hesitation. He stared up at her as she did this, the light beaming into the room made Natasha look even more sexy now that she sat there in a black strapless bra, and black panties. He pushed her foot away, and smiled a little as he slide her other heel on. The studs on the heels made him want to get a paddle with studs to complete the outfit. He stood in front of her, there he was in the nude. His ass still felt like fire but it added to the intense adrenaline rush he was feeling.

Chris did not want this night to end, as much as he wanted natasha as his mistress, he couldnt help the feeling of being with her as just a woman.

Here are the heels if you would like to see what Natasha is wearing.
http://www.3wishes.com/images_viewer/image_viewer.asp?prodID=CL028