Randy Reporting

[Tseranc]

Randy was grateful for the chance to participate more in the act that had already put her honey in his lap. He bit down as instructed, and feasted off each breast as it was offered; leaning forward and pulling on the hard nipples as they were pressed out of their chain cups.

“Yes Mistress,” he replied to her new orders. His hands gripped the bottom of the chair, just to help restrain himself. Her words of ownership washed over him, and he tried, desperately, to be the best toy he could be for her, even with her permission to cum whenever he wished.

He focused on the task of biting her tits, struggling to hold off for aw long as possible, even with her permission to cum; he wanted to be used like this, by her. She she rode his cock, and her cum ran down his balls, he thought nothing more amazing then being told he was her plaything.

But soon enough her pussy was tightening around him again, in yet another orgasm. He was proud, truly, to have been part of so many, but he could not hold back any longer. He moaned into the breast he was currently being fed as his whole body tightened; every muscle flexing. And then the explosion began deep within his balls, and shooting out into his glorious Mistress. Several more blasts erupted from within him, until he had to let go of her nipple, and take deep breaths.

He was extremely sensitive after he came, but she continued to hump his spent cock, keeping it hard in a mix of pain and pure bliss; both of which nearly impossible to bear. But the few coherent parts of his mind told him to remain sitting, and let her use her plaything....

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She used him until she herself could no longer remain in motion. Her body acted on instinct, eventually leaving her spent, full, and yet empty all at the same time. Tremors rolled through her as she collapsed on top of her lover. Her pussy pulsated around his softening tool. The sound of heavy breathing replaced the cries of ecstasy that had just moments before been echoing throughout the house. She held herself tight against him. Her lips pressed firmly against his neck, and she fought the childish urge to mark him the way a love-struck teenager would during a hot make out session.

Constance licked the sweat that had beaded on his skin, then moved slightly so their bodies were not so pressed into each other, yet she still held him. Her arms wrapped possessively around his neck. Time did not seem to matter to her at that moment. She simply needed to bask in the aftermath of their joining. How would she go on after this week without him? Would he want to remain her “plaything”? She'd not yet titled him; nor had she presented him a more permanent collar? Why? ... she wanted to. But she wasn't quite sure if he truly realized what it would mean. The thoughts ran through her mind as she held him. Eventually she whispered for him to hold her and she waited to feel the strength within his arms.

Funny...she suddenly thought to herself as she basked in his presence. As much as she dominated him sexually, he still wielded a power over her. “When you are able, carry me downstairs to the bedroom. I feel a need to cleanse you...” she whispered, before snuggling into him.

 

[Tseranc]

Randy, the play thing, did as he was told, and wrapped his tone arms around the goddess in his lap. Again, a feeling that might seem oddly in contrast to the situation hit him; he felt very masculine, very powerful. Here he was being used as little more then a flesh sex toy, but in the afterglow of all the sex, she wanted to be held by a man. He was all to eager to comply. For several minutes, longer then strictly needed by her instructions to carry her away when able, they sat catching their breath and enjoying the close embrace. Randy knew he held something precious and amazing in his arms; knew he'd been entrusted with something wonderful.

But eventually he did rise, his soft cock slipping out of her finally, but he paid no attention tot he sudden feeling of loss at that intimacy. He lifted his Mistress into his arms, and proceeded downstairs as he had been told. He made it down to her dungeon, and moved though it to the area that held the bed. It could be separated by heavy curtains, so he guessed it constituted a bedroom.

Placing her gorgeous body down gently on the bed, he felt like some prince laying his princess down in some fairy tale; only this princess would bow to no king or prince. He stood beside the bed, admiring her, not moving to do anything more without instruction. Just seeing her was enough at the moment anyway.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance knew she could have walked. She knew that if some of her friends had seen the display of her snuggling into her pet they would chuckle, questioning her dominance. Yet the more intimate ones, ones would know that she still wielded power. Constance however needed more time, more time to think of the effects Randy had on her. As he carried her downstairs, her fingers moved knowingly across what flesh she could safely reach without throwing him off balance.

When she'd been gently placed on the bed she lay there, allowing them both a moment to reflect on what had happened, or simply bask in the admiration of the other. For Constance it was both. Her gaze traveled over his figure. She took in every rippling muscle as well as the signs of aging. All of him she found appealing and all of him she wanted to own. As he stood before her Constance rose to her knees and shimmied her way to the edge of the bed. She touched his chest, dragged a fingernail down the cooling skin and then slipped to where she could sit on the bed and face his softened tool.

Her hands moved simultaneously to cup his ass cheeks. She pulled him toward her, and began to do exactly as she'd mentioned earlier. Her tongue expertly worked his cock clean, washing away the traces of her come and his. She swallowed greedily, nuzzled his velvety sack and cleansed the spheres with firm strokes of a moist muscle. Even as the Mistress, she paid homage to the gift he'd given her. . .his cock. He was just as important a role in the relationship as she was and she never wanted him to take for granted his worth.

When she was finished erasing the signs of their mating, she looked up and rose to her feet. “You are amazing,” she whispered, before sliding her mouth against his and kissing him deeply. When they parted, she presented herself to him again. “Undress me and we will then rest together under the covers. I want you to ask me anything, as well as tell me what you are thinking about all that went on since I left you in the shower...”

 

[Tseranc]

The subservient Randy stood, amazed at her mouth on him once again, doing just as she had said, and licked every inch of his cock and balls clean to her satisfaction, as if again he were just something object that needed cleaning. He was more then that again with the kiss, and the instructions; a submissive for her to command, and apparently to open up to her his thoughts on the matter.

He avoided that part, and saw to the task of removing his mistress's outfit. He found the zipper at the side of the leather, and lowered it after un-clipping the garter straps from her beautiful stockings. He gently lowered the chain straps over her shoulders and slid the garment to her feet where she stepped out of it, and he hung it up on a nearby hanger. Then he went to his needs in front of her, caressing her silky clad leg until he reached her feet, and gently removed each high heeled shoe as she raised it for him. He almost regretted his next task, removing the stockings that contrasted her creamy thighs so wonderfully, but did as he was told, and lowered each one slowly, then got up with both, draping them over the hanger, and setting her shoes together neatly underneath.

She was already under the covers by the time he turned around, and so he crawled in to join her. It took him a few moments, s they settled into a casual embrace, before he could find the words to describe his thoughts. “Mistress, I think only anticipation really covers my thoughts. I anticipated your return, while trying to focus to keep myself hard for you. I anticipated your touch, your words, anything and everything from you I wanted. Seeing you, as you came back, left me with a thrill, so much that I was totally distracted by your body from the fact you put a collar on my neck. It was hard to remember all your previous orders, as I wanted nothing more then to look at you.”

He grinned at her, then continued. “Breakfast took forever, but your blatant display again made me yearn for whatever you held in store. But being used as a toy was a shock. I wanted to touch you, but I also wanted to be a good toy, to earn your praise. It was very confusing, in my head at least.” At that he allowed himself a small laugh, and he repositioned himself, growing more comfortable with baring his soul like this to her.

His tone more serious, but still respectful and appreciative, “Of course I loved holding you after we fucked. I loved carrying you, and how you cleaned your toy.” He grinned again. “I even liked undressing you....even the stockings, though I love how those look on you.” He looked her right in the eye, and confessed all. “I enjoyed it all. I enjoyed the confusion, the changes from a used item to a cherished man. From one to be orders about to someone you wanted to hold you. Its a roller coaster, but I really am enjoying the ride, Mistress.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance listened and watched her lover as he gave his confession to her. She thought for a moment as they held each other. She said nothing for a long moment, absorbing his words and trying to form her own. When she felt she was ready she looked up at him, still nestled in his embrace.

“It is a roller coaster,” she admitted. “It is for me as well. I find in you something I've not found in another. I desire to remain the Mistress, but there are times I seek to be held close. It is normal. But to find someone I trust that I feel I can relax into is very rare. I thank you for that.”

She rolled over, and wrapped his arms around her, so she was spooning against him. Her ass wiggled against his softened tool and she sighed at the embrace. “There is a party this evening, one I would like to take you too... It is by invitation only and it will be unlike any you have ever gone to before. It is not like the galas you and I attend when we are doing “good works” for the community, or promoting our papers, though they are one in the same.”

“This is a gathering of men and women, Masters, Mistresses, slaves, pets, toys... submissives. It is another part of my life, I'm willing to show you. You will be seen by people who are very high in regards to the runnings of this city and even this country. They will know you and they will understand your position in my home. However... they will not divulge our relationship to anyone.”

She then kissed his hand and placed it against her stomach, before finishing. “I won't force you to go, but if you do, you'll have to trust me again... trust that I would not let any one hurt you either physically, mentally, emotionally, or publicly.”

 

[Tseranc]

He enjoyed the comment about how she enjoyed him, and being able to relax with him. Odd, but nice. He had been so convinced this whole arrangement was an act of vengeance, and likely, despite her words, it had at least partially started out that way. Now it was something ...else. Something that suddenly was coming to a place where there would be choices.

And then a choice came; a party. He listen to her explain it, trying not to be distracted by her body pressed against his. He knew their week had more behind it then left ahead, but the very idea of admitting his new found enjoyment made him very nervous. He could hardly admit it to himself, parts of him still fighting it all, and thinking this a big joke. Those parts were getting more and more quiet, but never fully died off. Now he was asked to admit it in front of others. Others he might know even!

Randy took a deep breath, and defaulted back to his normal response to an uncomfortable situation, and made a joke of it. “Don't suppose it's a masked ball, is it?” He chuckled, but knew that this was not a time to joke, and he'd hurt her before with his insecure humor. “I'm sorry, Mistress Constance, it's just....unnerving. I'll not make light of it.” He corrected himself, but an idea had popped into his head, from that joke.

“I would like to go, but only because you want it, so I'll do what it takes to make you happy, as I promised to do....but it would make me more comfortable, if others couldn't easily recognize me. This is all rather new, and still has my head spinning. I'd be uncomfortable being so public about this life that you, and others, take so seriously. I mean, I'm only here for the week, and then we've got to go back to our respectables, public lives....right?” He ended it with genuine interest in that question being answered...did she have more planned then just a week. What would he do if she did? Or was she done with him after the week, off to play with another?

It was then he realized, that no matter her answer, or his should she offer more, he;d never regret this week, but instead cherish it for the time he got to spend with an amazing Mistresses.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

A silence seemed to descend on the couple. Tension from her partner was easily read, and from herself contemplation as she thought of what he'd asked. After several minutes of muling his request Constance came to a conclusion that she could make a phone call and please both herself and her lover.

“I can't give you complete anonymity. There are too many people there that won't be wearing hoods. You'll recognize them immediately and that gives you an advantage that they wouldn't have, thus they themselves would feel unsafe, just like you would.”

A slim hand moved up and tucked several strands of hair behind one of her ears before she continued on. “What I can agree to and if you are willing... I can hood you, though I hate those things with a passion, but I will do so for you.”

She rose from the bed and moved to a small table where a drawer existed. After opening it and rifling through it, Constance returned and handed a practically new leather hood to her lover. “You can wear this at the party. It'll keep your features completely hidden... the only thing you will have to agree to prior to us arriving is meeting two people. Two very important figures in the community. The others, if they don't see you, but they know you have gone through the proper introductions of these two will accept you at 'face' value, or in your case... no-face.”

“I know just admitting that you've been here with me is going to be tough, but you can't have complete anonymity. These people that you are going to meet have just as much to lose as you do, if you reveal their lives to others.”

 

[Tseranc]

Wither her response he felt like a complete fool...again. How was it she could point out his errors in logic so naturally? He lived on logic, on rational thinking. Cause and effect. But she clouded his mind, prevented him from seeing what should be obvious. He hated himself for the weakness, but became ever more enchanted by the woman that could do it.

He looked down at the hood, and back to her face, which was obviously not approving of the idea at all. He took the hood from her, smiled, and tossed it back in the drawer. What she said made sense, and the remaining voice of his former self screamed for the opportunity to meet these people. She said they had as much to lose as he did, but as she pointed out before, she, and the others likely had much much more to lose then he did.

“Forgive me Mistress. I'm scared when I should trust you. You've never threatened me, or given reason for me to believe you planned to damage anything in my life outside this week. I'm sorry, I guess I still revert to that un-trusting ass when nervous.”

He tried to look confident again, maybe even pull off eager, “I somehow doubt this is a black tie affair, but I also suspect that you've seen to any attire I might need.” He grinned at her, a small, honest smile. Worry still ran about in his brain, but comfort and the familiar awe of her calmed him.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance smiled, rested one hand on Randy's cheek, caressed it softly and leaned in. Her lips brushed his; her tongue slipped softly acrossed his mouth, dipped into the warmth and tangled slowly with him. She pulled away as a need slowly began to build in her stomach. "You please me greatly," she whispered, before drawing herself away and moving from the bed.

A robe was soon wrapped around herself before she turned to face her submissive again. "I'm going to bathe and get dressed for the day, rest here for a bit and when you are ready, shower and dress in the guest room. There will be several hours to spend together before we ready ourselves for tonight's gathering. Simple clothing will be fine. There are the basics upstairs, jeans... t-shirts, polos. I want you to be yourself for a few hours before you become mine completely again. A submissive still has their own identity. I don't want you to lose yours... even the un-trusting ass part." She winked and turned away, leaving Randy to himself.

Once upstairs she removed her robe and readied her own waters for her bath. Her thoughts revolved around the man in her "dungeon" and the man she knew in a three-piece suit. Constance had surprised herself, both in the desire to participate in the auction that brought Randy to her doorstep, but also in the willingness of the man to be brought to heel, so to speak in the way of the bedroom.

Could he really be a permanent fixture in her life? The question needed answered, yet she wasn't sure if she could handle the disappointment of finding out she'd been wrong. She had to trust him completely and tonight's event would either ruin her or confirm she'd been right in her desire for him being more than a sexual fling.

 

[Tseranc]

He very much wanted to complain as her lips left his, but he did not. Somehow her confession of his pleasing her was enough for the moment. He just nodded, took a seat on the edge of the bed and watched her go. Part of him wanted to run up after her, and take her like he had so many other. Take her like he was in charge once more. But he sat there, knowing he would do nothing of the sort. Even with her wish for him to be himself for the next few hours, he was still bound by his agreement, and the uncertainty of who 'himself' was any more.

Randy did not remain long in her dungeon, as it was nothing but an odd, cold, dark room without her there. He showered, shaved, made sure he was presentable in every way, putting on some slacks and a nice button up shirt that he didn't bother to tuck in, or finish buttoning even. No shoe, no socks; this was how he hung around his own house, wrapped in comfortable, and fine cloths, but not restricted by what they were typically wore for.

He made his way back out to her back yard deck, overlooking the large property and its trees. He was left to his thoughts, and welcomed the sound of her coming through the door to join him. Never even bothering to look back to verify it was her, he knew; be it by scent, sound, or just the feeling of when the woman that could play him so well was near, he knew. “Why would you trust me with this tonight? It is a test, but I don't know if it is for me...at least not anymore. Getting me there, I can see would show something, but beyond that I feel I am missing something. You have so much more to loose even if I do nothing but kiss your shoes all evening.”

He finally turned for face her, and leaned against the deck railing to look casual. The sight of her always made him stop, smile, and take a deep breath. “Constance, why are you placing yourself in risk for me?”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She stood there silent as his words spread over her. Why? The question seemed to linger in the air for several hours, yet she knew it was just seconds...long seconds, but seconds just the same. The air seemed to chill her; hands came up to rub arms that were suddenly covered in goosebumps. A soft smile followed before Constance moved closer to the man who had tossed out the simple request...Why?

"I don't know..."

That was the truth, for her.

"There is this pull to you, one I myself can't explain and bringing you here this week helped me to examine it. Am I done? Do I have all the answers? No...but I do find myself wanting you."

She moved slightly away, distancing herself as if needing more room in order to either come to terms with her feelings or protect herself from his rejection.

"I want you more than for sexual pleasure. I have been in and out of relationships, just as I know you have. Some I've regretted; some I'll cherish forever, but...I'm tired Randy."

Her gaze shifted from the beautiful landscape, back to the man. "When I first had to deal with you on a professional level...I wanted to wring your neck," a soft chuckle fell from her lips, "then as time passed and I watched you from a distance, read about you, witnessed your behavior...a part of me wanted to tame you. When you came here this week, that's all I told myself I would do...I teach you that you are not the tough guy, the stud of city, but you're just a man."

"I've learned in just a short time that I desire more than you 'under' me. I desire you...beside me. For however long you wish to stay."

 

[Tseranc]

He shook his head, ashamed to the the object of her attention. “If you watched me, read about me, then you should kick me out now.” He looked at her, feeling, for the first time in his life, that a woman as to good for him. “Constance, there are several wives left in my past, much less other lovers I've taken during and between those. You're thoughts of taming me are more sane then pretending I'm not some unworthy dog. True, I highly doubt I could ever grow bored with you; you're far to interesting, and exciting. It might be that I'd love nothing more then to live like this with you, to be at your side as you speak of. But that doesn't change the fact that I don't deserve it. It doesn't change the fact you'd be nuts to even try it.”

Randy walked over to her, took her face in his hands and kissed her hard. As their lips parted he stared her in the eye. “Constance, keep me, tame me, beat me, whatever...but don't depend on me. You can trust me to do as I say, and I'll do every little thing you ask tonight, and be proud of the fact you want me there, where ever 'there' is tonight. But don't rely on me to remain at your side. I loved all my wifes too, and I failed them. I couldn't handle doing that again, and to someone as amazing as yourself.”

Randy wasn't sure, and afraid to think on it to provide an answer, if eh wanted her to leave him alone, or break him like some disobedient pet. She said she was tired, but he doubted she could ever be as weary as he when it came to failing one relationship after another.