Randy Reporting

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance snickered as she got out of the shower and allowed him to wrap the thick plush material around her slick body. “Randy, one never knows what one has done or hasn’t done. . .no matter their age, hence the question. I mean. . .you didn’t know about me. . .did you? So though you may have found my question silly, it was not. It was another way for me to get to know you better. Try not to laugh at me when I am trying to be serious.”

She walked around him and brushed out her hair, letting the curls hang wet and thick with water that would eventually be absorbed into the towel. “As far as cleaning up another’s mess,” she said, looking at him through the reflection of her mirror, “it will never be a man you’d clean up after, just another woman. . .But since you are sooo experienced, I’m sure you’d not complain about that, would you.”

Her brush was placed on her vanity and she rose from the small chair that set in front of it, turned to Randy and rolled her eyes. “Funny the double standard a man has when it comes to eating out a woman whose come on another woman, but not willing to clean off another man’s come from their lover. But don’t worry Randy, I’ll never ask that of you. We all have our limits; even I do. Perhaps over time you’ll learn them. . . perhaps not.”

Without another word she undid the towel and dropped it to the floor. “I’m a air dry kinda girl. The towels are for show.” She winked and sashayed from the room. Looking back, she ran her gaze over her lover. “I do hope tomorrow brings you great pleasure. I’ll see you in the guest room. If there is something you need, toiletry items, such as shaving accessories, or what not, there are some in the closet next to the tub. All items are identical to the ones in your home.” She left the room, knowing he was curious as to how she’d acquired the items he was familiar with.

 

[Tseranc]

Somehow he had gone from the older man to a flabbergasted schoolboy from her admonishment. His eyes followed her in amazement as much from that as from the excellent view of her swaying hips disappearing down the hall.

But he turned, curious as she knew he would be, at her parting comment and indeed found every item that he himself would purchase. The same folding straight razor, cream and aftershave. Wondering how she had gained this information, it suddenly clicked. His aid did a good deal of his shopping. Randy wondered at what tactics she’d used to get the information from him, and laughed to himself at the images that popped into his head. She’d never like a yes man like Edward. Hell, the man annoyed the piss out of him even, but he was great at organizing and tracking all Randolph’s affairs, and never argued about anything.

He finished drying off. He’d shaved earlier before setting out for the auction, and had no need to do so again. He was not an air dry kind of guy, and wiped all drops from his body before hanging the wet cloth back up to dry.

Naked as the day he was born, except for a simple gold band on his left hand, he started to go down the hall. But then he turned around, pulled the ring from his finger and left it in the closet with his shaving implements. They were in the process of divorce, and while he’d had several affairs wearing the ring, it somehow did not belong here now.

Quickly going down the hall and into the guest room, he looked at her with lust and curiosity. No more sex, at least until tomorrow, he knew. But did she have any new rules for sharing the bed? Did she snore or kick in her sleep he wondered. “Sorry for the wait. Good job on the razor and all though. Edward I assume?”

He closed the distance between them, and looked her in the eye. “You’re right, I should not have laughed. From now on I’ll just tell you simply and respectfully anything you ask. I never knew about you. I figured you were a domineering bitch sure, but not actually a dominatrix. And I never thought before all this to think of you as a person either – just a rival. I’m a jackass Constance. I’m sorry.”

His hand reach down and gently took hers. He raised her hand to his lips, and kissed the back of it in an act he felt was a not done enough in today. “I never saw the Lady that I do now. Thank you Mistress.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance was amazed by the transition in Randy and she felt her pulse race as he kissed her wrist. She licked her lips as she thought of tasting him again and then she chastised herself for wanting him so soon after having him just moments ago. Her hand reached out and she caressed his face, urging him down so she would not have to stretch to kiss him. “We’re still learning about each other,” she told him, kissing him softly before pulling away. “Come you’ll always sleep with me,” she said and then climbed into the bed, turning the covers down and waiting for him to join her.

When he had she, wrapped one arm around him and laid her head on his chest. “Randy, we both had preconceived notions about each other and perhaps ourselves too. I think we’re about to see a lot of things we thought were true, aren’t in fact real at all. I am a bitch, a dominating bitch, in the board room and in my business life. But outside the board room, when the designer business suit comes off. . . I’m a woman, just a woman with a whip.” She looked up at him, grinned and then winked.

Sliding up his body, she kissed him again, then slid back down to rest her head on his chest once more. “If you reach up there is a button just above your head. Press it and the lights will shut off. Night, my sweet boy. In the morning we’ll play some more.” She flicked her tongue across his nipple, while her hand moved to wrap around his cock. It was hers, she had told him that and that meant she could hold, touch, or suck it whenever she desired. Right now she simply wanted to sleep with his dick in her hand.

 

[Tseranc]

He listened to her, and nodded. They did have a lot of ground to cover with each other, even in such and…extreme…. setting. He reached up and killed the lights as instructed, blanketing them in pitch black.

Laying naked and content with a woman had been something he’d missed out on for quite some time, since just after his most recent wedding to a woman that now tried getting half of all he owned. She’d fail, just like the last one did. Pre-nuptials were a wonderful thing. The weight of her head on his chest was pleasant and her drifting hands were relaxing as they searched for their resting place. Relaxing until one found his cock as a place to perch. It jerked in her hand out of reflex, and a bit more blood flowed to fill it further. Semi-hard in her hand he tried to relax as he concluded she meant to fall asleep like this.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he calmed down again. Apparently she meant every word of his manhood belonging to her. Oddly, instead of scaring the shit out of him, it was almost reassuring. He hoped he might wake to find her hand still there, gently gripping him.

“Goodnight Mistress.” The term now full of affection.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The following morning brought a hint of sunshine into the room, causing Constance to open her eyes and smile at the man next to her. The blankets hugged his chest and covered her own naked flesh. She stared at him, marveling at the softness of his features now that there was no worry of decorum or business on his mind. Her hand moved to slip under the covers and she found what during the night she’d lost. With a gentle touch she ran one nail along his cock, then slipped the covers down further, until his morning hard-on stood out beckoning her.

She then moved herself over him, knowing full well he would not remain asleep for long. Her shifting and lifting of his cock was the only wake up call he received before Randy was rewarded with her mouth around his dick. Her own position was just as rewarding, with mere effort on Randy’s part, he could easily lift her leg and swing her tiny body and short frame over so his face was rewarded with her cunt.

Constance rolled her tongue around the head of his dick, lowering her lips further and then sucking firmly, loving the feel of his blood flowing under the thick veins. She took his balls in her hand and lifted herself from his rod, only to fill her mouth again with the twin spheres that hid behind his velvet sack.

Over and over she toyed with the marbles, rolling one to the left, then the right, allowing them to gently scrap along the sides of her teeth. She angled her head. His balls dropped deeper down into her mouth and she began to hum across them, letting the vibration roll through his testicles and then up into his shaft. Constance plopped off them and growled, “Enjoy your breakfast, boy. . . I am.” Then she began a series of deep-throating techniques on his hard, pre cum soaked tool.

 

[Tseranc]

Fog filled dreams of delicate fingers slowly became more and more surreal, until he was in a half sleeping state. Even as the head of his cock was enveloped for the first time, he wasn’t entirely sure the events he was enjoying were real or not, and was afraid to open his eyes in case they disappeared.

But as she worked his tool, he new it was no dream, at least not the kind in your sleep. She was a dream come true. His balls disappeared inside her hot mouth, and he let out a moan in the wet ecstasy she was bestowing on him. It wasn’t until her comment on breakfast that he understood, and felt guilty for having not considered it earlier.

Pulling her leg over his head, she squatted over his face, to his tongue could reach up and earn his keep. The musky scent of her arousal filled his nose and mind, clouding him away from all else. He didn’t start slow, or tease at first, but dived in to make up for lost time. His tongue everywhere, licking up her slit, plunging ass deep into her as the muscle would go, only to retreat and flick at her clit. His arms wrapped around her hips and pulled her further onto him. Could he ever get enough of this woman’s pussy? He ate breakfast with a morning hunger he’d never before known.

But she had had a head start, and her labors would be paying off rather soon. He squirmed and struggled to fight it, but knew it was a lost cause. His tongue broke its long, but franticly fast strokes over her clit long enough to beg, “Mistress may I…can I...oooh…” He muffled the rest into her cunt, as he jerked and writhed beneath her. His hot flow, erupting inside her enveloping mouth.

He returned to her even before he could finish riding out the last joyous, but also guilt filled spurts of his orgasm.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She had felt the tightening of his balls in her palm and then she had heard him attempt to gain permission to deliver her breakfast to her. A rush of desire filled her seconds before his come did. Her own climax followed behind his and her honey flowed deep from its source to land and slather her lover in its heady aroma. She drank his come, loving the hot fluid as it slipped down her throat and filled her stomach. She continued sucking, another shot emptying into her warm home.

As she felt his own muscles working to coax her fluids from her she enjoyed the thrusts of his tongue and the warmth of his breath covering her sex. Soon she was breathing calmly and nuzzling her face in his pubic hairs. She kissed his cock, then moved herself from her position. Her smile was one of hunger, pleasure and that of a predatory animal seeking its prey.

She slipped her wet pussy onto his semi-hard cock and slowly maneuvered her hips up and down, grinding her cunt against him. “Good morning, boy,” she hissed, and then pressed a finger along her chin, where she felt a drop of come had escaped her hungry thirst. She licked it up and grinned down at her toy. “Hold the bar above your head,” she told him, “both hands.”

She watched him do as she said. Constance then dropped her chest to his and her mouth began to explore his neck and shoulders. She continued to slip around his dick, making it moist and forcing it to grow. Her mouth captured a nipple and she sucked hard on the tiny bead, before tugging it with her sharp teeth. The other was treated to the same torture and then she moved her hand between them and took a firm grip on his now hard dick.

“You pleased me by trying to ask. . .and since I had already told you I was going to enjoy your come for breakfast you are not to feel you failed. . .now though, we will begin again in our Start and Stop exercise. Do not come boy, not until I give you permission.” His cock soon found its home in her slick opening and she took the full length into her cunt.

 

[Tseranc]

Randy heard her words and tried to obey. Internally he still felt a bit let down at his performance, but quickly moved to obey her latest decrees. He would re-deem himself here, even if she did not think he needed to do so.

He Grabbed the bar as instructed, and watched the as she began to tease him, viciously back into life. Keeping hold of a bar, while sounding simple proved somewhat challenging as she wiggled her moist pussy that he had just enjoyed over his cock. Then came the kisses around his neck, which he enjoyed, but was unprepared for the biting, not mere nibbles, at his nipples, letting out a yelp and nearly releasing the bar. A smaller yelp of surprise followed the second time, but as she continued, he thanked her instead, in a hoarse voice.

When she suddenly impaled herself on him, he knew this task would not be as simple as he previously thought. He wanted her more then anything. He had not been conscious but for minutes, and already his lust was rising to levels he could not recall knowing.

His hips lifted, instinctively to meet her motions, and the firs time she stopped he moaned in frustration; squirming beneath her, unable to keep still. “Mistress please…” He didn’t even really know, or care what he was begging for. How far had Randolph fallen in so short a time?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance watched with lust easily readable on her face. She heard her lover, beg her, but he had not spoken as to what he wanted. She rose her hips, her hands pressing into his chest. Quickly she dropped herself down again, ground her pelvis against his and let her clit become wedged between their bodies. Up and down. Back and forth. She continued to grind and press. Her fingers pinched his nipples. Her tongue lapped at his ear and then she stopped again, and tugged on the lobe, forcing him to wait until she was ready to move again.

She noticed the tension in his body. The battle not to touch her seemed to be a war he had never fought before. She rose to the very tip of his cock and lifted one of her breasts to his lips. “Suck.” The one word command was quickly followed as she fed him her tit and squeezed the head of his shaft with her pussy muscles. Her breath came quicker, but she refused to ride his dick until she felt he was ready for more of her sweet torture. “What do you want boy?”

She pulled her nipple away and swallowed up his length again. This time settling herself so she was holding her own weight up with her hands on her thighs. She stayed there, outwardly unmoving. Inwardly she squeezed his shaft with her inner muscles, cupped her breasts and treated them to the pinches, tugs and twists that she knew his fingers ached to do. One of her hands slipped up to slide across her neck, then down between her breasts, across her stomach, the into the slippery cunt that blanketed his dick.

Her fingers stroked the meaty flesh. Her palm pressed into her clit. Her eyes stared into his as she waited for her boy to ask for what he wanted most. . .to come? to touch? to fuck her at his own pace? Her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips and a moan of pleasure escaped her.

 

[Tseranc]

As she tormented him, using her whole body as a weapon against his senses, he fought. Fought to obey, fought to dig down and figure out what it is he wanted. He was sure she knew, but would not provide until he too admitted it.

His knuckles had long gone white, gripping the bar above his head as if he could crush the steel like a beer can. Tension ran through his body until he was sure something must snap. He wanted to fuck her, to bend her over the bed and give her all she could ever want in an act of passionate vengeance for forcing him to wait. But he also wanted to please her, and not just sexually. He wanted to obey, to be perfect in meeting her demands, and see the pleased smile of hers once more.

He sucked on her tit, as commanded until it was taken away; his moan evidence he enjoyed making the bud hard with his mouth. He wanted her, but more and more he was growing to enjoy wanting her on her terms.

“Please Mistress…teach me how to please you…,” he panted as he tried to recover from her latest teasing motions, leaving him in a lust filled haze.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance purred as his words slipped free from his mouth. “You do please me, pet,” she whispered, reached out and placed both her hands on his wrists. She held her pussy muscles tight, squeezed and released him, only to repeat her clenching action. Her nipples dug into his chest. Her mouth moved to suck and bite his neck. “You want to please your Mistress?” she asked and was rewarded with a growled yes.

“You want to fuck her?”

Another groan was her answer.

Constance moaned into his ear. “I want to give you my come, pet. I want you to want it more than anything. I want you to crave it. Do you crave me? Would you crawl to me if I demanded it? Think pet. . .come deep in your Mistress, if you are willing to do everything and anything to please me. Let me feel your hot milk covering my womb.”

“Give me your hands.”

She interlaced her fingers with his and began to rock up and down, faster and faster on his thick rod. Sweat slid down her body. Her liquid silk slipped easily on his cock. “Come pet. . .If you truly want to learn everything there is about your Mistress, then give her your seed.”

Her eyes rolled back; her back arched. The ends of her hair, grazed his thighs as she let her climax explode around them. She screamed, “Randy!” Coating them both in her juices, still he pumped into her, and she knew another climax was ripping through her as he forced his hips up and down.

 

[Tseranc]

Beyond word, but he knew how to comply. As her orgasm forced her to tighten even further around him as they continued to fuck, it managed to pull a second burst form him for the morning. White lava shot from him as she continued to descend onto his cock, which he tried to ram up to greet her each time. His thrusts became frantic, less controlled and more primal instinct, but the intent was there. She told him to release now would mean he wanted this life – at lest for the week, and he couldn’t think beyond that right now.

Her fingers tightened around his, and her face squinted up again; she was close for another, and he yearned to give it to her. Franticly smashing to her, until he felt and watched her stiffen. Her flexing walls milked him of every drop in his balls, as he marveled at how tight she was. Never in all his years had a woman gripped him like that, not even the few that he de-flowered himself! Eye bulging nearly out of his head, until he collapsed; everything about him going limp excepting the cock in her cunt. That remained solid in her fleshy vice.

“Thank you Mistress,” he breathed. It wasn’t until then he noticed her grip on his fingers had only grown worse, and his knuckles hurt. Such a delightful pain, knowing the source.

Then it dawned on him, it was the first morning of their week, and already he’d come twice, and she enjoyed a third; how much of this could one man survive? He never doubted for a moment that the woman above him with the iron will could enjoy countless orgasms and still demand more. The title ‘mistress’ no longer meant anything he considered human, but more of a force of nature that bent the will of others around her desires.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She lay on his chest, holding her breath and then releasing it, trying to calm the racing of her heart. Her fingers slowly eased up on his and she tucked her hands into her chest, wedging them between his body and hers. She lay her face against his shoulder, breathing in their joined scents, as well as the faint smell of sweat. Her lips pressed against his and she kissed his shoulder, before turning to nuzzle his neck.

“Hold me,” she whispered, wanting to feel cherished after such an intense ride. His arms wrapped around her and she sighed into him. Her breasts remained trapped between them, her nipples hard and tender to any friction that caressed them.

“Thank you, pet.” Her lips found his and she kissed him softly, letting him feel the change in her. She was still his Mistress, but right now she needed to feel that he really had wanted to be hers. The emotions that had rolled through them both had been intense and as much as she prayed that his release had been controlled by his willingness to submit, she needed to hear it from him again in a state of mind that showed no doubt, or hesitation.

“You may chose a reward pet. What will it be?” She kissed his neck, again toying with the flesh and calming pulse.

 

[Tseranc]

“To hold you a little longer, Mistress Constance.” He paused, his arms hugging her form to his; two bodies that seemed to match like puzzle pieces, despite their difference in years and lifestyles. For the moment Randy was content to hold a powerful, beautiful woman, and be damned grateful she wanted to be held.

“I look forward to this week Mistress. More then I thought possible last night, certainly. You are exciting in ways I had never even considered. Thank you.” His head relaxed deep into the pillow, and inhaled her scent. The clean aroma of sweet and sex – and nothing else – filled his lungs and mind. What else could a man ask for? Fingers dug slightly into his Mistresses flesh, betraying just how much he wanted her, even after having just had, or been had by, more appropriately, her.

In the sexual haze of his mind, he found a desire that surprised him only slightly, given the circumstances. “Mistress, I’d like to see you in all your glory…perhaps down in your…dungeon?” His eyes were intense with fear of being too forward.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance rose up and slipped her body against his. “That will happen, my pet. . .” She kissed his lips and slipped from the bed. “First. I will shower in my bathroom. As much as I enjoyed our shower together last night, I know I would force myself on you again and you do need to rest your cock, for I have need of it later.”

She walked over to the door and looked back at her naked lover. “Wash up and ready yourself, then make your way to the kitchen. There are garments in the closet. Ones you'll find are styled to fit your body. Again, they are not what you are used to and you may find yourself uncomfortable, but I promise you, pet. . . you wearing these things please me.”

Closing the bedroom door behind her, Constance made her way to her bathroom, where she washed away her pet's seed. She ran her hands over her body, still feeling his hands on her skin. When she left the shower, she opted to use a towel, knowing she would need to be dry sooner than the air would aide her.

In her room, her eyes fell on Randy's collar. She grinned, quickly chose her clothing for the morning and tucked the leather into her fist. She admired her figure in the mirror. The fishnet stockings and laced up top hid nothing and would keep her pet in a state of arousal. She slid on a pair of black stilettos and made her way down to the kitchen. Once there she placed an array of fruit on the table and then chuckled as she reached into the refrigerator and saw several pre-made meals. “He's getting a raise.”

Constance chose the breakfast casserole and quickly popped it in the microwave. She knew eventually she and Randy would dine out, but for now, they had plenty of delicious things to enjoy, including each other. She set the table and waited for her pet.

 

[Tseranc]

He found a bathroom in the hall, and used that to grab a hasty shower. It wasn’t even a surprise that everything he might need, including his preferred shampoo was waiting for him. Rushing to dry, he wrapped the towel around himself and made his way back to the guest room, where he picked up his clothes and headed back to her bathroom, where he knew the shaving supplies were that she had shown him last night.

He shaved, though the scent of her lingered in the room. Just a hint of woman lingered, and he was eager to return to her. Once satisfied that his face was as smooth as a baby’s ass, he began getting into the outfit he chose from the selection, simply because it ‘covered’ the most. Submitting to her seemed more natural, but cold leather against his skin seemed to bring the shock back to him.

Walking down stairs, barefoot, each cool wood step seemed to take forever to bring him back to his Mistress. He found her quickly, in the kitchen, and stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the sight of her and her choice of attire. He could look no where else, and had his brain not stopped all functions except burning her image into his very soul, he would know his mouth hung open, and looked like a moron.

Taking hold of himself, he stood up straight, as if he were walking casually toward her and not displaying a body he was proud of, especially for his age. “You look stunning Mistress, I hope I chose something pleasing to your eye.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

“Delicious,” she whispered as she walked toward him. The click of Constance's stilettos echoing through the room. She picked up his collar from where she’d place it on the table and pressed herself to him. Randy still had to bend down to let her fasten the leather band, but in so doing she pushed closer, letting him feel her nipples against his. Once she had him collared, her finger nail trailed over his jaw, down his neck and then across one nipple. She tweaked it and then winked as she dropped to fondle his balls. Licking her lips, she stepped back and released him.

“Come, let’s eat. One cannot live on come alone.” She waited for him to pull her chair out and then she took her seat. “You may eat here with me.”

The chair for him was right across from hers and she watched him take a seat. “I want you to know a little bit more about what I have planned for this week. You’ll experience different things. Some you may find you like, others you may find you tolerate and do for my pleasure, and other things you may find you hate with a passion. . . those things you must tell me of immediately. We will be playing different games. . . experimenting with various toys, some will bring you pain, but if you allow yourself to relax, examine the situation and then focus on the hidden feelings, ignoring the first initial reaction, you may find you like these things.”

She ate a few more bites of her casserole, allowing Randy to absorb what she’d said. “During this type of play, we’ll have three words. Green. Yellow. Red. Very basic words and obvious ones that one does not yell out in the heat of the moment. Green means you are willing to continue the events. Yellow means you are willing to continue, but they are becoming more strenuous on you, whether it be physically or mentally. . .Red means I am to stop what is happening. You must trust me that the minute you utter that word I will stop.”

 

[Tseranc]

Unsure how he felt about the collar still, though it was certainly no worse then parading around in the out fit he was in, he knew exactly how he felt about her and her attire. Lust. Pure, untainted lust. He wondered just how much he would be willing, even gladly endure to enjoy her again. Her groping his sack didn’t help matters in that respect, at least from his perspective.

He took the offered seat, “Thank you Mistress,” and began eating after she had her first bite. Sex made him hungry, a night of sex, doubt, worry, and finally acceptance and enjoyment; followed by a morning of sex, had him famished. He struggled to eat with some amount of grace, but really had devoured everything on his plate by the time she had finished explained the color system.

“I trust you. Thank you for allowing such a…safety net. I won’t lie, I’m nervous; but I do wish to see your…lifestyle. I want to know the woman that went through all this effort just for me….Mistress.” He’d almost forgot her title while explaining his thoughts on the matter. She was powerful, and seductive in a new way; a way that did excite him greatly. But Randolph Foster did not think of this life as his, only that he would respect and play by her rules for the week, out of gratitude and curiosity in her. Not himself…

But then he did noticed he filled his kicky clothes out pretty well, and going to bed with a Mistress dressed as she was…what guy could argue…?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance rose from her seat, taking their dishes and rinsing them clean, she then turned back to Randy, walked casually to him, her shoes clicking against the floor. Her finger slipped into the loop on his collar and she bent down, capturing his lower lip with her teeth and tugging on it, before opening her mouth fully and then thrusting her tongue into the wet and warm home. She felt him responding, his tongue moving with hers, their passion again stirring. She pulled away, then dropped to suckle on of his nipples through the material of his shirt. The moist stain she left on him kept the dark circle highlighted as she stepped away, still holding the loop with a hooked finger. She pulled it, a sign for him to rise.

When he stood, she dropped the loop and ordered him to follow her. She walked in front of him, feeling his gaze on her as she led him to the room where her private sanctuary could be reached. Once more she descended the stairs, her lover and toy following behind her. A thrill of anticipation rolled through her as the lights flickered to life and the cool air caressed her warm skin.

They reached the room where various furniture had been placed weeks, months and a few years ago. All of them glistened from the care that she placed on each piece. The scent of leather filled the room. The glint of steel flickered in the light. Randy had followed her, and she took both his arms, lifting them above his head and then securing them to a pair of shiny cuffs. She kissed his neck, tugged on the flesh and then stepped back, admired his body and felt her sex tighten. “Remember the safety words.”

She then grabbed a spreader bar and knelt down, securing his ankles and leaving him at her mercy in the center of her room. Her fingernails dragged up his thighs, then down again. Her lips trailed kisses along the hard inner muscles of his legs and the she ran her tongue over the sheer material that covered his package. She unsnapped the first steel button, then the next, letting his cock pop free. Her breath covered his dick, yet not once did she coat it with a wet lick, only the air stimulated his cock, while her nails made paths up and down his legs.

 

[Tseranc]

He had known this was coming, or at least something like it. he had followed, admiring her body as much as he dared, down into the room that had nearly given him a heart attack the night before. But this time is seemed more intimate. As if walking into the dungeon was walking into her mind. Here she would share things with him that she enjoyed, and could not let the world above know. She had confessed that much. It was the only vulnerability in her he saw, and one he swore to himself he’d never exploit. No matter what happened after this week, friends or enemies or something in between, he would not use this against her.

His hands were bound above his head, the cold metal of the handcuffs a contrast to how hot he felt. Soon she had his legs just as useless as his arms, cuffed to a bar the force them apart. But then the teasing action started, with her nails along his legs. It scraped, and stung a little, but it was enjoyable in that animalist way one felt odd or embarrassed trying to explain.

When she sprung his cock free, his body reacted by trying to press it forward, toward her hot breath. He never reached, but she continued to tease both with her nails on his legs and her breath around his cock, driving him wild.

His arms tensed, flexing in place in a struggle against his bonds. It did no good of course, only making the short chain above rattle. He tried breathing deeply, to calm himself; resigned to endure whatever she had in mind. Frustrated as he was, he looked forward to it.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance watched his cock jerk toward her mouth, yet she continued to just study it, watching it grow hungry for her caress. She flicked her tongue across the head, then rose up, her fingernails dragging their way across his ass cheeks, across his ribs, up his chest and then over his shoulders, further up his arms and for the first time that morning she was thankful for her stilettos and the added inches she needed to gain the height required for her to stretch herself against him. She held his wrists and pushed her body against his, enjoying the feel of his length as he fought to keep himself from stumbling. She smiled and kissed his lips, before sliding her hands back down his arms, and then stepping away, once she felt he’d steadied herself.

Walking away, she opened a drawer to a dresser that stood in one of the corners. She pulled out a silky cloth and brought it over to her lover. “You say you trust me, but do you know what that truly means?” She slid the blindfold over his eyes, adjusting the straps on the sides, so it fit snugly against his face. Her lips found his and again she kissed him, letting him taste her, before she left his side.

The sounds that greeted her pet were the sounds of doors and drawers, opening and closing. Soft thumps of leather hitting steel. The clanks of rings vibrating against metal. Thuds of wood hitting a table, the swish of a flogger, the snap of a whip. All these things Constance did in order to keep her pet aware that he was at her mercy, now more than ever before.

She slipped out of her shoes, losing the height, but also forcing Randy to never know when she was coming for him. Her gaze traveled over his helpless body, arousing her to yet another octave of pleasure. The first toy she picked was a small plug, she covered it in a warming oil and watched the steel gleam in the light. Her footsteps fell silently on the floor as she made her way back to her lover. Walking behind him, she ran her palm over his ass, and then slipped her fingers along the crack.

“What you’re about to feel is a vibe. Small in diameter, but not in length. It’s gold colored. The shaft 7/8" thick and 6 1/4 inches long. There is a 5/8" round bead at the top. The entire toy is covered in oil. . . a warming oil that will stimulate you.”

She kissed his shoulder, and ran the warm tip of the shiny anal vibrator between his ass cheeks. His muscles tensed, so she cooed to him, knowing it could only help in relaxing him. The top of the vibe slipped against the hole, she let the oil slip across the puckered entrance, before she slid the invading tip into his hole, again she waited, letting Randy take a moment to accept his fate, the oil to work its magic and for her to lick his spine. Soon she slipped more of the toy into her pet, the small bead at the tip invading the walls of his anal passage. Once the toy was snuggled safely in its dark home, she turned the base one notch and let her pet feel the slow, steady vibration.

 

[Tseranc]

Anticipation pulled on him more then the cuff around his limbs ever could. To hear her moving about, readying…things…it drove him wild under the blindfold. How he managed to stand still eluded him.

But when the wait was over, he wasn’t sure he ready for her plans. He felt the remaining snaps of his leather and mesh ‘briefs’ pop loose, and slide down, and then her hands as well as something metal was at his ass.

Listening to her, he tried to relax, but it was so far out of his range of experiences, relaxing was about the most ridiculous thing to ask for. As promised the oil warmed, though he was not sure that was for good or ill. Ultimately the lube, the warmth and her voice had managed enough success to plant the damned thing inside him.

And if he thought that was odd, it was nothing compared to the device springing to life. Eyes clenched, even with the blindfold in place, he took a deep breath and tried to accept his fate. It helped, a little. He concentrated on her earlier instructions, how some things would he would not immediately enjoy, how he should focus and think beyond initial reactions…seemed a lot easier to agree to upstairs.

But a few more deep breaths, and he found that the vibrations were not unpleasant, though by no means thrilling. Still he took a measure of pride in getting past this without a word of protest. In fact the greatest evidence of her having affected him at all was the fact his cock had lost some of its stature, and grown a bit softer. He regretted that, but the humming from his backside was too distracting to focus on everything that had gotten him excited.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance watched the way his face contorted in different ways. First shock, then horror, even a bit of disbelief, finally though acceptance. “Very good,” she whispered, trailing one finger down his chest and then across his cock, the earlier fullness now affected by the new experience her lover was enduring. “There are different types of anal devices. The one I am using on you, is slim and is used to stimulate you without making you feel full.” Her voice remained strong, but moved throughout the room as she went to one area and retrieved another device. As she came back, she continued talking.

“There are plugs, they too can vibrate, but they are thicker and designed to make you feel as if your ass is full. Right now I simply want you to learn if you like the vibrations or not. Not only for my pleasure, but perhaps for yours as well. You may come to find out that the orgasm is more intense, because the sensations are caressing parts of your body that have never been stimulated. We may also discover if this is so distasteful, yet tolerable, we can use it as a punishment. . .though I don’t wish to ever punish you.”

She stood in front of Randy. She slipped down to her knees and lifted his balls. “This is a combination cock ring and scrotum ring.” She slipped the largest ring behind his balls, pushing it snug against the base of his penis, the licked the velvet sack. His cock was slid into the second ring, and she was thankful he’d lost some of his erection so she didn’t have to use her leather buckle set. Constance loved the gleam of steel. The final ring was used to separate her lover’s balls, and tighten the three rings down. Only then did she open her mouth and begin to suck on the captured shaft.

 

[Tseranc]

He took in her words, while images flashed in his head as to what the hell ‘full’ meant, though by the end of her explanation he had a pretty firm understanding on the idea of punishment around here. If he had to describe what he figured punishment was, the term physical embarrassment came to mind.

And then he felt the lovely finger on his balls, and his cock jerked to greet her. But the thrill ended there as cold metal was somehow wrapped around his nuts and a ring of steel around his dick. It sent an involuntary shiver down his spine, but despite the odd feeling, and the cold, his cock grew. From her hands he told himself, but not sure he believed it. The steel seemed to vibrate along with that toy pushed inside him. He thought of trying to push it out, but the first time he flexed his inner muscles to even attempt it, the vibrations only seemed stronger, so he let it be, trying to relax as instructed.

Then, finally, after he was sure another oddity was to befall him, her mouth engulf his shaft, and brought it instantly back to life. For a mistress that took her pleasure from bound slaves, she sure knew how to return the favor. The woman could suck like no other he’d known, including 22-year-old raver chics.

“Thank you Mistress,” he was honest, for at least her mouth on him.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance’s lips remained on his cock, while she smiled around him. She hummed against his swelling shaft, sending more vibrations through his dick. Her mouth moved up and down; her tongue wrapping around the tip. Constance came off, littered his shaft with nips and then covered his right ball with her mouth, drawing in the marble and sucking it firmly.

Her nails dragged up and down his ass cheeks, raking pink lines across his flesh. As she suckled, she reached for the vibe in his tight puckered entrance and increased its speed. The vibe’s hum drilled its way deeper into her lover, ricocheting it around his cheeks, through his balls and the across the steel rings. They continued up to the tip of his cock and she watched a steady stream of pre cum emerge from the tip.

Dropping his ball, she lapped at the oily fluid, slurping her way down to the base of his rod and then up again to the tip. Once more she left him to focus her attentions on the testicle that had been left behind. Her teeth grazed the sphere; she tucked it into her cheek and stroked it vigorously with the tip of her wet muscle while her hands worked his cock and the other petted his the twin marble.

Popping the toy from her mouth she went back to his dick, but first she looked up at her pet and whispered. “Count to twenty, slow. . .then come,” she told him. Constance deep-throated her lover, working his cock to the back of her throat and swallowing him into it.