Perfect Paradise; the slave island- closed for ravenloft

[Artemidorus]

Mistress Gratuity walked her island. It was a week before opening day, the day when the wealthiest and most elite would wander into her home off of their boats and private jets to be greeted by the best of the best. By her skilled staff and personally trained pets. They would stay in the most exsquisite rooms, relax in the most luxurious lounges and eat tge most gourmet food.

Ilsa Eden was paradise. They imported the finest men and women, beautiful naked and obedient. The richest got first pick, but every paying guest got a pet. A slave to answer their every command, or perhaps someone they cpuld become a slave to themselves. Mistress's pets were the best of the best of the most beautiful or the most well behaved.

But Isla Eden wasn't cheap. The pet's alone were paid $100,000 for their year of service, not including gifts and tips from theor master. The more wellbehaved, the choice picks always made more. No, it was a home for the lavish. It wasn't cheap.

A week early was when the pets arrived, and a few of the most elite guests who were granted early access. During that week Mistress would inspect them, train them, weed out the weakest links till she had a perfect brood.

The staff was already in the hotel like mansion, making food, cleaning rooms. The grouns sported saunas and pools, golf cpurses and tennis courts all perfectly prepped. All that was left was the grooming and prepping of the pets. Mistress's favorite part.

She stood at the dock as the lavish yacht arrived and the naked god and goddess like pets poured out one by one, her hawk like eyes looking them over.

 

[Ravenloft]

Eliot stepped off the yacht that had brought him and his fellow 'pets' to this island paradise. He was a former fashion model so he was more than comfortable with showing off his body, after all he had put a lot of time and effort into keeping it looking as good as it did. He stood tall and proud as he looked out over the horizon and breathed in the fresh morning air. He felt eyes on him but he gave no outward sign that he did as he walked on toward the gathering place, where they would finally meet their patron and owner of this island. He was expecting some dumpy old bald man, rich beyond care, considering the price he was being payed to come here and work for a year. He was in for a surprise.

 

[Artemidorus]

Gratuity looked over her pets as the other trainers joined her. They lined up behind her and began looking over the brood of naked beauties, pointing and whispering, but staying behind Mistress.

"Greetings." she said, stepping forward towards the group. Her black atilletto heels clicked on the dock. She wore a tight knee length black skirt and a black leather jacket that was cropped below her chest and show her toned and pierced stomach. Gratuity herself was a brunette beauty with long hair in perfect curls. Her green eyes held authority of aomeone much older that her 27 years.

She beamed. "Ah, my pets. Some of you returning may know me meand my speech. I am the Mistress of Isla Eden. Gratuity. Behind me are my chosen ones, your trainers and handlers. Know that you are in good hands with them. Each one has spent much time with me and they are the elite of the elite. Very good at their job. On the way over you were breifed and you all know what life here will be like, so I'll keep this short. The trainers will be picking one or two of you, taking you under their wing and showing you around and training you. Some of you will need more than others. In a weeks time our guests will arrive." she offered them all a smile. "I hope you enjoy your stau here."

With that she walked along the doc, looking over the slaves. The trainers all converged too, fussing over this one and that one, looking for the perfect pupils. However, strangely, they all kept their eyes on Grace, awaiting her cue.

Because she, of course, had first pick.

She surveyed her choices. Looks were important, yes. And she wanted a young one. A newbie. No veterans needed her breaking in. No. So she looked for one woth spirit and looks but with a hint of naivety. She had to pick quickly as to not upset ger anxious colleagues, but it wouldnt take her long at all. She had a descerning eye.

And she found him. He stood boldly in his nudity, like he didn't have dozens of eyes on her gorgous form. She liked that. Spirit in his own skin. She approached him and looked him dead in the eyes. The other trainers went silent and turned their gazes to them.

"Follow me." she told him simply, as she turned and headed to the dock. From then on it was an all out feeding frenzy for the next picks.

 

[Ravenloft]

Eliot turned to look at the woman that stepped forward, greeting them. He thought for sure she was just another paid pet, working for some ugly rich pervert but when she introduced herself as the mistress of this island his jaw just about dropped. She was stunning, with her long, silky hair done up in curls, dressed like a dominatrix, with a look in her brilliant green eyes that clearly suggested she didn't take shit from anyone. She was not at all what he had been expecting, thank god!

This was going to be one hell of a year! He collected himself just before she walked up to him and looked him over, then dead into his eyes! He kept his chin up and tried not to balk, fighting the urge to gulp with sudden unease.

She surveyed her choices. Looks were important, yes. And she wanted a young one. A newbie. No veterans needed her breaking in. No. So she looked for one woth spirit and looks but with a hint of naivety. She had to pick quickly as to not upset ger anxious colleagues, but it wouldnt take her long at all. She had a descerning eye. Apparently it worked, because she instructed him to follow her. He didn't dare to address her yet, she hadn't told him to speak after all. He only nodded and fell in behind her as she led him away from the group. "Holy shit! She picked me!!!" He thought to himself, freaking out a little as he walked a few feet behind her, trying not to focus on her ass, or at the very least not get caught looking.

Things went crazy behind him as every one started shouting out their picks and pulling them from the quickly shrinking pool of pets. "Thank god she picked me. That shit is crazy back there!" He thought to himself, wondering what he'd gotten himself into.

 

[Artemidorus]

"You may speak, apprentice. You will be respectful of me and you will obey me, but you are not my slave. You are my student. You will listen because you want to. You will learn because you desire to learn. If you do not treat my lessons as if they are ambrosia for you to devour at my descretion I will go back and find someone who will. Is that clear? Are those terms you can agree to?" she asked him, turning for the first time during their walk to take in his expression. Her eyes were kind as was her tone, despite the cold wording of her questions.

They traveled over the sand to the manor. It was giant, the whole island was like a five star resort. She took him into the lavish place. Pointed out the lounge like living room with TV's and entertainment centers larger than he had probably ever seen. She briefly showed him the kitchen and dining area and then led him to the elevator.

"My room is at the top. The penthouse. For the next week you will reside there with me." she explained on the ride up. "I think you'll rather like it."

The doors opened with a ping to display the most gorgous and lavish room. Gratuity stood with a smile, hands on her hips.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Yes, Mistress, very clear. Crystal... clear..." he trailed off, dumb struck by the richness of her resort island. "Oh yes, I agree to those terms, I only hope I don't fail you, Mistress... I am eager to learn! May I ask, what sort of things will you be teaching me?" He was looking around in wonder as she turned to look at him. He snapped his attention back toward her, not wanting to offend her by ignoring her. She had a warmth to her that he liked. Her demands seemed more like invitations thanot dictates.

He noticed the kitchen and dining area and paused there. "Who does the cooking here?" He asked innocently. He had a long and complicated history with food... he'd been a fat kid but fell into bulimia in his late teens. He was twenty three now and had spent a year working on himself, trying to learn how to eat right. He was pretty confident he had it under control but he kept it secret, worried that it might make her change her mind.

He couldn't believe it, he was going to stay with her? In her penthouse?! He took a shaky breath, trying to keep his cool. He nodded, wide eyed, staring out into the room before him. It was immaculate! The very definition of luxury! He was blown away. "Oh... I... I don't even know what to say... it's just... so perfect!" He realized he hadn't addressed her correctly and panicked a little. "Mistress!" He added quickly, realizing his mistake.

 

[Artemidorus]

"Elliot." she offer him a smile, pulling off her jacket and depositing it by her door. Underneath was a simple black lace crop top. Her belly button piercing shined in the dim light of the penthouse. "In front of others I would like you to call me mistress. When its just you and I, you may be a bit more at ease.

She locked the door behind her, then turned to inspect her pet. "I'm going to look you over now. Please work on making yourself hard for when I get down to your cock. No touching, just using your mind." She looked over his face, her hand resting slightly on his cheek as she turned his face, looking over his jawline and his neck. "I'd like for you to keep your facial hair well trimmed but with a small ammount of stubble. I rather like my men with stubble. You'll find plenty of barbers and waxers here that will do it for you, if you're not too keen on doing it yourself."

She stroked her hands down his shoulders as she inspected his back. Her hands slid down between his shoulder blades. "Very nice." she mumbled to herself, miving back to his front. "Exactly what I'd expect from a model." she offered him a grin. Her hands circled his chest, feeling his pecs.

"Here I want no hair. None whatsoever. Waxing is best for that, but if you can't handle the pain hair removal cream will work just as well." she slid her hands down to his hips, resting her thumbs in the v shaped muscle there. She dropped to one knee to look it over, her face getting closer to his crotch. "Hips are very important on a man. I'd like you to look up some excercises for your hips. Not just toning the muacles but the flexibility there. Okay? Theres serval gyms here and exercise classes." she looked up at him.

After a moment of eye contact she gentley lifted his member. "Very, very nice." she surveyed the heft and girth. He was perfectly soft, very soft. That was important. And he was circumisized, as were most slaves. Its was just how most clients preferred them.

"Elliot, how do you feel about men? What are your thoughts on receiving anal pleasuring?" she asked, still observing his member.

 

[Ravenloft]

He focused his attention back upon her when she said his name and smiled at him. "Of course, Mistress, what would you prefer I call you in private? Gratuity? Grace? I... am honored that you chose me." He watched her lock the door and gulped back his sudden nervousness over being inspected. It wouldn't be hard to get hard for her, he just breathed in the subtle scent of her perfume and closed his eyes as she caressed his cheek. Her hand was soft and warm and he was tempted to turn and give it a kiss or suckle on one of her finger tips.

He didn't resist as she tilted his face from side to side, used to being manipulated like this for photo shoots. "I prefer to take care of myself, thank you, Grace." He was very happy to learn she prefered some stubble, he had too much of a baby face, he thought and sporting some stubble would help make him look a bit more manly.

His body was reacting to her touch now, he felt his manhood slowly rising as she ran her hands down his shoulders and circled around behind him. That gentle sweep of her hand down his back sent chills up his spine and he felt himself twitch. "Thank you, Grace, you are too kind." He whispered, pleased with himself. He nodded as she instructed him to keep his chest clear of hair. His modeling career had already made him well aware of the practice of waxing. It was painful, but it was also quick, so he made it part of his routine long ago.

He had been able to maintain his composure up until she dropped to one knee and fondled his hips. He let out a puff of breath as he sucked his stomach in. He was so nervous that she would somehow know he had a weight problem as a kid. "Hips?" He asked in uncertainty as she pointed out something he had never considered. "Yeah... yes, of course, I understand. Thank you." He relaxed his stomach a little, thankful she didn't have anything bad to say about it.

"Whooo..." he let out a little sigh of breath as she handled him. He was far from rock hard but he had managed to rise to at least half mast for her. "I'm glad you approve." He choked out, surprised that she did. "Ive... kissed for a few photo shoots... but... I don't know... I've never... experienced anything like that. When... when I was younger... I tried to do something to myself with a... toy... it was frustrating because I could feel something, but it was never enough to blow my mind. And well... quite frankly, it was hard to do to myself..." why was he telling her all this? She had a way of making people open up to her apparently, even him. "What are you suggesting?" He wasn't keen on giving his ass to another man, especially a stranger on this island. "If you are willing to train me in such things yourself, I would like to learn. But another man? I don't think I am ready for something like that. I'm sorry, Grace." He twitched at the thought of her putting on a strap on, it was soo kinky!

 

[Artemidorus]

"Elliot." she breathed the name again like she was tasting it. "You may call me Grace. Gratuity is my pseudonym and Mistress is my title. In public you will always call me Mistress. Here you may call me whatever you like. Unless I say other wise."

She stood, still handling his manhood. His flesh was soft againstbher fingers and she just relished in the feel of her new toy. "You're beautiful Elliot. Before my pets arrive I always have a few picked out. I look into their background a bit more deeply, and when they show up, I narrow it down in person. I've trained females, however I prefer a man." she ran her thumb over his slit.

"So, Elliot. Saturdays are yours. You get the whole 24 hours off. Any other moment you are at my beck and call. Understood? I will give you fairly clear instructions kn the things I want from you, however you will fall into the routine."

She circled him like a hungry shark. "Oh I'm so torn. Should I begin to break you in now? A week is so short. But I'm sure you're tired from the trip... I'm tempted to let you relax. What would you like to do, my pet? Maybe a little of both?" she asked naughtily.

 

[Ravenloft]

The way she said his name made him grow marginally stiffer in her possessive hand. "It's truly an honor, Grace. I will do as you say, I promise." He felt his face grow hot over her compliment of his body. "So are you, if you don't mind me saying so, Grace." He replied, twitching in her hand again. He hoped she would continue handling him, it felt good. His heart let into his throat at the mention of how she liked to dig deep into her pets histories. Did she know his deep dark secret? "I see..." he lowered his head a little, fearing the worst, that his past and the troubles he had with bulimia would ruin his chances of being her final pick.

She didn't mention it though, perhaps she didn't know? Or didn't care? "I will strive to be the best student you have ever had then, your faith in me will not be for nothing." He felt her thumb rub at the opening at the tip of his aroused penis. He was slowly seeping precum from all the attention she was giving his manhood. Slick, satiny precum that would make it very easy to slip inside of her... the thought made him groan.

"Understood. Am I to stay here, in your room? Or will you have me performing other duties? How will you summon me when I am not in your presence? Do you have a pager ofor some sort for me to carry? I look forward to learning your routines." He was trying to stay professional and nother let on how turned on he was by her.

"I'm eager to start now, please? How do we begin? I will do my very best to please you, Mistress! Er, I mean Grace..." he couldn't resist her, the way she circled him like a predator stalking it's prey the flirtatious tone she used, and the playful promises behind her words... he was ready to give in to her every whim.

 

[Artemidorus]

Her finger circled around his tip, collecting all the juices he had made for her. She slipped her hand up to her mouth and flicked her tongue out to lick it up, all the while keeping eye contact with him. "You taste as good as you look."

She led him over to her living room and flicked on the flat screen TVm the couch was black leather, covered in blankets and pillows. She gestured for him to sit on the floor near the coffee table. "Occasionally I'll ask you to join me up herem for now I'd like you on the floor please."

She reached in her pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "This is for you. It has my number in it. Do with it as you wish. For the most part you'll acompany me. Sometimes I'll be busy and sometimes I'll need you to do things."

The table had a basket on it and grace pulled it over. "In here are cards. You'll notice green cards and red cards. Theyre all blank. I'd like you write on them. Green cards will be rewards, things you like. Red cards will be punishments. The green cards are completely up to you, however. One youre done I'll be looking over the punishments. If they're too lenient or rewards in disguise I will write my own." she leaned forward and nibbled on his ear. "And I don't think you will want me writing them." she moaned in his ear.

She leaned back. "I'm more than happy to help you. And while youre writing I can answer any other questions you have. Once you're done we can play."

 

[Ravenloft]

Elliot watched the Mistress swirl her fingertips through the small puddle of precum he was exuding because of her gentle touch with wonderment. He'd never been so turned on! He felt drunk, her personality was so intoxicating. And then she took a sampling of his sticky juices up to her lips and tasted it! He swelled with pride and longing over that! She said it tasted good. That thrilled him to no end!

He followed her to the couch and waited for her to instruct him to sit on the floor with the suggestion he might eventually be invited up by her side. He sunk to his knees and sat back on his ankles, facing her with his hands on his thighs and he legs slightly parted. His back was to the tv. He had no interest in what was on. She was far to compelling to turn away from her.

He lifted a hand to accept the phone, greatfully. However, he paused when he realized he had no place to put it. He decided to just hold onto it until she offered him some alternative. He listened carefully to her instructions for the cards and nodded, getting the idea. Her warning and nibble at his ear made him shiver. Did he dare find out? Part of him wanted to. He went right to work, filling out cards.

Blue: recieving a massage.

Red: cooking a meal.

Blue: having my hair washed.

Red: cleaning bathroom.

He stopped, hitting a brick wall, uncertain if these were the sort of things she had in mind. "Pardon, Grace, but..." he held the cards out for her to check."are these the kind of things you had in mind? Or are they too trivial? I think I could use your help... I'm sorry." Part of him wanted to just leave it up to her. He didn't think his ideas were very exciting or good enough. Surely what she could come up with would be much more interesting and far more exciting.

"You say I am to be your student and it seems the implication is that it involves sex. Can you tell me what sort of things that entails? If I am not comfortable engaging in something with a specific person, will that reflect poorly on me? I feel comfortable... with you... but I'm uncertain about engaging in acts with other men."

 

[Artemidorus]

Mistress laughed. "It does entail sex, puppet. Lots of sex; mostly sex. But Elliot, look. If you're not comofortable you are always allowed to stop. I will not put you with a man if you are not interested in that. There plenty of rich women here who will specifically bid for my trainee. You will be the most requested pet here. You'll practically have your pick of the most prestigious guests." she fawned. "Well, if you do well in my training."

She slid down to the ground to sit beside him. "Here, let me see what you have." to cleaning the bathroom she added 'in Mistress's underwear." and to cooking a meal she added "while wearing a plug."

"Don't worry. Its not very big at all, however it vibrates according to a remote control that I will have." she looked over the rewards. "Those are up to you, afterall. But don't you want something more?" she reaxhed over and lightly ran her fingers across his member. "Anything from me?"

 

[Ravenloft]

The mistresses laughter was sweet and inviting, just like her personality. Elliot wanted to impress her and the notion of having lots of sex was certainly appealing. "I will put my heart and soul into learning all I can from you. I want to make you proud of me." He smiled softly over her fawning. "If, by the end of my training, I feel comfortable being with men, I will let you know. I would appreciate any help you can give me in such things." He didn't want to preclude any experience she might have in store for him. He was here to learn after all.

"G-grace?" He stammered, surprised that she came down to join him on the floor. He was even more surprised by how quickly she came up with ideas, so wicked and wonderful. "I see, thank you, Grace!" Elliot was thrilled by her ideas and they inspired him to write several more. Things like wearing a dog collar and being lead around. Being bound to a chair and tickle tortured. Eating and drinking out of dog bowls. Mostly embarrassing things. He disliked pain.

"Ohhhh..." he liked the sound of having her control a vibrator stuck inside of him by remote. She seemed underwhelmed by his reward requests, it made his heart sink just a little bit. However, her gentle caress and suggestion that he ask for more, from her brought him back to heart. "I didn't know that I could... in that case...." he took several more cards and filled them out for her.

Bathing with my mistress.

A photo session with my mistress behind the lens.

All the requests he wrote had great potential for eroticism but were tinged with a bit of romance.

"I like to be seduced." He admitted, handing her the cards. "Being a model does that to a person..."

He bit his lower lip and leaned back, hoping she was satisfied with his cards, he was eager to find out what she meant by play.

 

[Artemidorus]

Grace cycled through the cards, adding a few more without letting Elliot see. Once she was done she seperated them and put them into two boxes. She stacked the boxes and put them back into the basket.

Mistress stood and made herself comfortable, laying down on the couch and facing the TV. "I want you to masturbate for me. But you may not cum, not until I say so. And you better not bite that lip or I'll be tempted to bite it for you."

She kept him close, reaching put to raise him by his chin. "On you knees, facing me."

 

[Ravenloft]

Elliott heart raced as he noticed Grace write out a few more cards without letting him see. What would she have in store for him, he wondered. If they were as deliciously creative as her punishments, he knew he would enjoy them, perhaps more that his own wishes!

She stood and stretched her luscious looking body much like a large panther might. Then laid back down and instructed him to masturbate for her. Masturbate, but not cum, to be exact. He nodded as spread his legs apart wider, almost biting his lower lip before she warned him not to. Having her nibble on his lip sounded more like a reward than a punishment though, but he avoided doing it, just in case. He didn't want to give her any reason to think he was disobedient.

He was so close, she could catch him by his chin if she wanted, and she did so! Her touch was like satin and her voice was like silk. So smooth and soothing... "yes, my mistress." He whispered, leaning back on one hand and taking hold of his turgid manhood with the other. He grasped it tight and stroked slowly up and down his veiny shaft. He let out a puff of breath, trying to keep his need under control. He wanted to please her and give her a nice show.

He had what he thought was a slightly odd way of masturbating. He not only liked to stimulate his long thick shaft with tight, firm strokes of his palm, but he also liked to stimulate the head of his pens with his thumb and fore finger. Using them as a sort of replacement for a tongue. His thumb rubbed back and forth over the top side of his pens head, while he used his pointer finger to simultaneously collect droplets of his pre cum and use them to lubrication the sensitive under side of his penis, from the tiny slit of his pee hole to the bottle neck just before thin dark ring of his circumsised flesh. He only hoped Grace enjoyed his little dhow and his attention to detail in the way that he handled himself. It wasn't long before he had to restrain himself to keep from cumming.

You wouldn't think it was that hard to keep calm and not over do it but it was proving difficult not to dance and spasm, lingering at the very edge of orgasm for any length of time, deigned the right to cum. It was horrible, it was wonderful! His balls began to ache with the need to be drained. "Mistress... please..." he whispered in a pained groan.

 

[Artemidorus]

"Very good, pet." she purred. Such an interesting method of play he had. She licked her lips. "But not yet. Keep going."

Her eyes were on him, every inch of him. She ran her hands along his chest, teasingly down to his hips and rubbiner her thumb over the top of his pubic area, then back up. Once she reached his chest again she ran her hands over his pecs. Then, without warning, she pinched both his nipples.

It wasn't too hard, not hard enough to bruise, but she wanted him to feel it through his wave of pleasure.

 

[Ravenloft]

Elliot felt a deep sense of pride when Grace purred her approval that he knew he could hold on longer. It still ached, he really wanted to cum, but he kept himself from doing so for her. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting his thoughts run wild. Her touch was driving him wild, he wondered just how good it would feel to experience her mouth, or, if she was kind enough, her pussy! Those thoughts almost made him spurt, but at the last second she pinched his nipples, bringing him back from the brink with just a little bit of discomfort. "Ah!" He hissed, opening his eyes and lifting his head. He smirked a little bit, thankful that she had caught him before he popped. "Thank you mistress, I was about to cum..." he slowly laid back, keeping his knees tucked under him, showing her that he already had some flexibility in him. "Does this please you, Mistress?" He continued stroking himself, letting his pre cum drool slowly down his shaft now.

 

[Artemidorus]

"It does, pet. It pleases me so. Keep stroking." she enjoyed the pained look on his face and the way it mixed with resilence. It was intoxicating. "Keep it up puppet. I want you to feel ready to burst. I want you to burst on my comand."

She looked down at his precum. "Mm- is that for me, Elliot? Feed it to me please." she opened her mouth slightly and stuck out her tongue a little. "I want to taste you. Can you do that without pushing over?"

 

[Ravenloft]

"Mistress! Oh mistress! I'm ready! Ready to burst for you now!" Elliot struggled to keep from Cummings then and there, twisting his cock a little to keep it from spurting all over the floor. "C-command me! I am your! " he gasped, needing her approval.

Without a moments hesitation, he collected some of his pre cumulative on his finger tips and gently fed it to her, his pupils dilating as she tasted his salty sweet offrring. "Uhn. Uhn. Uhn." He panted under his breath, his eyes wide and his stomach muscles clenched, trying with all his might to hold on, waiting for her command.

 

[Artemidorus]

"Already, my pet? Oh my Elliot. You taste so scrumptious." she sat up a bit as she growled the word. "You've hung on so long. Just a little bit longer?" she pulled off her black lace top to reveal her naked breasts, perky pierced c cups. Then she shimmied out of her skirt to show off a black lace thong.

"As a present for doing so well you may pick where you cum on me. You will not get any in my eyes or hair, but my ass, breasts, crotch or ass. But you're going to lick it off."

She offered her body to him and commanded "Cum for me, lover."

 

[Ravenloft]

Elliot's eyes lit up as Mistress disrobed for him. "Oh..." he sighed, instantly loving the sight of her perfect, perky breasts. "My..." she didn't stop there though, she was wiggling out of her tight skirt now too, revealing a sexton black lace thong! He could only imagine the hot wet pussy hidden just beneath! "God..." he whispered in a of his present.

He grinned from ear to ear as she positioned herself for him to cover in cum. If he got to lice his seed off of her body, he knew he wanted to shoot some on her breasts, but the majority of his cum was definitely going all over those sexty panties of hers! If he was lucky some might even seep through and he might get the pleasure of tasting those hot wet lips of hers!

"Yes Mistress! Yes!" He gasped, so excited that he jerked his cock into a spurting orgasm with just a few strokes! He painted one line, hot across her bare chest beforemail pressing the tip of his cock down to bath the crown of her sexton with the remaining spurts of his cum! "Gggggod dddddamn!" He stammered, shaking and shuddering from the intensity of his release. He rubbed his excited cock against her panties, spreading his cum all around, making a nice hot mess for himself to clean up!

He was panting, thrilled, exhausted, eager to please her. "Thank you, my mistress... thank you soo much! I needed that... soo badly!" He laughed over his own eagerness. "I will try to hold back next time, I need to learn how to last longer, for you. I cum so quickly..." he sat back ad admired the mess he had made across her tito and in her crotch, his cock springing a bit, still spasming in an echo of his orgasm. "Oh! I made such a mess!" He lead forward, hovering over her chest, looking up into her eyes as he slowly lapped the creamy cum from her breasts. "Must clean it up for you, my mistress!"

He eagerly kissed his way down to her crotch and smiled up at her, thrilled to be allowed down between her legs. She smelled so nice and he wanted to taste her sweetness so badly. But she only gave him permission to clean up his cum, not remove her panties, or pull them aside for that matter. Would she punish him if he did? He wondered, maybe he would take the chance. He cleaned up the smeared and sticky remnants of his cum, even trying to suck it out of her panties, where it had begun to seep through.

He enjoyed it thoroughly, feel chasing after the thin stream that had oozed down the Crack of her ass! "Mistress... I think some of it has seeped through your panties... may I remove them and clean the rest off of you? I must be thorough, you understand?" He was probably pushing his luck, he knew, but he had to test the boundaries or he'd never know what he could get away with.

 

[Artemidorus]

The way he rubbed his head against her panty clad crotch, the feel of that firm warm heat across the silk of her lingerie was heavenly. She almost lost herself, but she had a job to do. Then he moved his mouth down, and replaced that warm head with his hot tongue, lapping his seed from her panties and the eye contact he kept while cleaning off her breasts. He was perfect- surely going to make someone very happy. She let out just one small moan before she stopped him.

"Yes you may puppet, however, if you don't make me cum in seven minutes-" she pressed a few buttons on her phone to set a timer. "You take a punishment. If you do make me cum, you'll get a reward. You may use your tongue and hands even your cock if you wish, but nothing other than your tongue may enter me. Understood?" She spread her legs for him and laid back on the couch. "Begin."

 

[Ravenloft]

Oh! This was too good to be true! She was going to let him go down on her?! He was thrilled! He knew he could do it! Make her cum! He had to! He just had to! The hot flood of her juices would be reward enough, if he could make her cum! But he could earn a reward?! What an incentive! Okay... just seven minutes... he had to do good! He looked down at her pussyou as she removed her panties and spread her legs for him. "My god... you're magnificent!" He breathed, in awe of how tight and wet she looked! He could spend hours admiring her pussy but time was limited!

He had a plan, and he went right to it! Sinking down between her smooth thighs, Elliot pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit, pulling it's hood back to kiss it and lick it slowly, careful not to over stimulate it too much. Then he dipped down to taste her, enjoying the sharp tang of her juices. He wanted to get her dripping wet so he parted her lips with his fingers and pushed his tongue as deep inside of her as he could. He felt the tight ring of her sex give way to his tune and let out a growl of satisfaction. If only he could feel that tender embrace on his cock! But she had forbidden that and he didn't dare break her rules!

He almost forgot that he wasn't allowed to penertrate her with his fingers either but caught himself before he slipped a finger into her. He groaned against her entrance, longing to feel her pussy suckling at him when she came! Maybe if he did really good, she'd change her mind and tell him to finger her at the very least! What delicious treasure he might find within her if she did! About three or four minutes passed as he really enjoyed eating her pussy out! Getting her nice and ready to cum! He moved back up to her clit when he knew he had less than half the time left to make her cum and got down to some serious pussy licking! The first part was mostly for fun, this part, he had something to prove! He struck her clit with quick, sharp lashes of his tongue trying to make her twitch. Then... as time really started to run out, he captured her clit between his lips and started suckling on it, flicking his tongue at it at the same time! Grunting and growling, eager for the fragrant splash of cum he was hoping to earn by making her gush for him! Oh, if only she would let him finger her! He knew he could make her gush with her g spot!

He was down to a minute and desperately trying to get her off now! Milking her clit with his lips as he lapped at it with his tongue, drawing her lips apart with his fingers, trying to make her cum!

 

[Artemidorus]

Mistress was grateful to mark one thing off of her list to train him; he seemed to have written the book on eating pussy. She thought seven minutes was going to be a cakewalk, but he was bringing her surprising close. "Puppet... That's very good... Where did you learn to lick a girl like that?" She asked in a low lusty tone, trying to keep her demeanor even as her hands laced in his hair, stroking at his locks and his neck. That growl he made had her arching her back and pushing her hips to his lips.

She groaned a bit as she lifted herself onto her elbows. "Too bad I am so practiced at holding back... You've gotten me so close... Hmm... Just a minute left. Should I let go and reward you, or hold out and try one of our delicious punishments? I do want to punish you so..." She moaned a bit as he suckled down on her nub. This was his first day. She didn't want him to feel like he failed right off the bat. She grinned deviously as she gained an idea.

She wrapped her hands around his head and pushed back so that soon, but very carefully, she had him on his back on the floor and she was riding his face. She moaned softly in delight. "Ah- that's better- ah- ah- I'm going to cum for you now, Elliot. Ah- fuck-" and soon she was, the wave was washing through her as she let herself go. It was, after all, the best licking she had had in quite some time.