Randy Reporting

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The tension was noticeable when Randy appeared from the warmth of the house. She did her best to ease it, easily listening to his voice as he spoke of his passions. Her interests in his lifestyle outside of work was evident as she leaned in and hung on his every word. It was nice, she told herself to give them both this time, a time for them to simply enjoy each other like two individuals on a date...granted they had skipped all the pleasantries of dating and started out with the hard-core sex, but she wasn't complaining. She at least knew that she not only enjoyed his stamina and desire in the bedroom, but he was also a very pleasant dinner companion.

When he asked about her interests and what she wasn't capable of, she chuckled. “I'm not sure if it would surprise you or not... but I'm all girl. I love the things girls love, jewelry, pretty clothes, shopping, and sappy romance movies by the fire, with wine and candles. I can't sew on a button to save my life. Or hem a skirt, or cook meals like this,” she spread her hand across the table, “as you saw, I simply microwaved most of it. I can scramble eggs, toast bread, and pour cereal though.” She laughed and sipped at the sweet liquid in her goblet, then poured them both some more.

Constance reached across the table and touched his hand, squeezed it gently and then lifted it to her lips. “I know you're still upset with what happened. Please don't be, put it out of your head. We're both learning here. I'm learning about you and you are not only learning about me, but I think you're learning about yourself too. The night is ours, mine and yours. So relax, enjoy the company of a good woman and come morning we will embrace as Mistress and pet, if that is what you still desire.”

She rose and moved toward him, then gestured with her head to the patio door. A small digital control panel sat inside the carved wood frame of the door. “There are several prerecorded melodies. Choose the second and then come back and dance with me. Please.”

 

[Tseranc]

He shouldn't have been surprised but the music and dance, but it wasn't expected. The jewelry and 'girlie' interests hadn't surprised him in the least. She'd never come across as anything but feminine. Even in her domination attitude and outfits, she was all woman, as if being in control were naturally the woman's role, and had never belonged to a man.

He did as she asked, and put on the music she desired. He looked at her a moment as she stood, expecting, in the center of her patio. Randy walked calmly over to her, and once close extended his hand to her. When her hand was in his, he pulled her in, close, and held her body to his as he lead them in the slow dance made just to be close with your lover. In a strange way, it didn't feel odd to lead the woman that had so recently only accepted the title of Mistress, and she followed naturally. Her surprises just never ended.

He had always enjoyed a nice dance with a beautiful woman in his arms, but this time it seemed even more powerful. Another facet to this complex creature was on display for him, and him alone, or so it seemed.

“You'd have to kick me out to be rid of me before our week is up. Hope you know that,” his joke actually very honest. The other part, as to how that week would be spent, he was pretty sure he knew as well, but wasn't going to say anything more on the subject tonight. He'd enjoy whatever came his way with this woman.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The night air danced with them as Constance felt herself being gently lead across the floor. She closed her eyes, leaned into him and accept the strength his body offered. The fact he was still willing to continue their week made her heart jump and she stilled herself from hoping too much. Though she was a dominate woman in all aspects of her life, there was still a part of her that was weak. She breathed in his scent and looked up at him. Her fingers moved from their learned position for the dance and rested on the back of his neck. She urged him toward her. At the same time she stepped closer and lifted herself onto her tip-toes. Their lips met and her tongue traced the shape of each soft petal of flesh, before it slid inside to play with the wet muscle of his mouth.

Constance moaned into his mouth, pressing her body even tighter against his, if it were at all possible. Her head angled; the kiss grew deeper. Her fingers moved into his hair, the tips of them played with the thick strands. Still she continued to kiss him. Their dancing stopped and only the sound of her whispered kisses mingled with the music and the nightly sounds that were growing distant in her mind.

She moved slightly, one hand abandoning his hair to slide against his chest. “Love me,” she whispered, letting her words wash past his lips as she nibbled on his chin. “Show me how you make love to a woman.” Her fingers trailed down his body, barely caressing the rippling muscles that quivered at her exploration.

 

[Tseranc]

Their dance was more intimate then he could have guessed, or hope for. The only comparison he had were the first dance as man and wife at his weddings; dancing with the same women, but in a new way, for the first time. And like those nights, this woman wanted the same thing, to be loved.

He scooped her up into his arms, and smiled down at her, “Yes Constance.” He carried her up to her bedroom, and placed her gently on the bed. Randy turned out all the lights except a lamp in the corner; letting it cast its warm glow over the room. He stood before her, and removed what little he had on.

Crawling into bed beside her, he began with slow, tender kisses, from her finger tips up her arm. Over he shoulder, and to her neck, until he planted the soft affections along her jaw and then her own lips. His fingers teased her skin, along her legs, and over her thin dress. He had actually asked for exactly this, and had received it early. He swept the pang of guilt away, not letting the idea he had not earned it yet ruin the moment.

He sat up, pulling her with him, as he kissed her more intently, then lifted her deres over her head. Fingers traced their way up her back to her hair, and worked to free the red silk from its ponytail. He loved hos it cascaded down around her shoulders, and when he returned to her lips, it was with a renewed passion. He was never rough, or overly commanding about any of it; but confident, and intent on pleasing them both.

His lips worked their way back down, gracing her neck, and then her chest; stopping for several moments to tease her nipples. Then his journey south resumed, leaving a trail down her stomach eventually diverting to one side to continue on to her inner thigh. His nose graced her red curls as he made his way over to the other leg, and kissed from her need up once again. Then, after teasing both sides, he licked her pussy's fleshy lips, delighting in her taste. Here he tried to get comfortable, half hanging off the bottom of the bed, while he began to feast on his lover.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

It was an odd sensation, lying upon her bed, her legs open and a man, a man she’d controlled hours before, tenderly loving her. Constance closed her eyes on the site of his head moving up and down, feasting on her sex and allowed herself to enjoy the attention. She’d had her pets and toys treat her with gentleness before, but with this man it was different. He enjoyed what he was doing, as did she, but in the back of her mind she wondered what he was thinking. . .was he doing this because he wanted to, or because he simply felt he owed it to her. As she felt his tongue slide across her sex, move to cover and press against her clit, the thoughts and indecision of his reasons behind his attentions became less important and her body began to respond in a way that told her . . .Randy would be an excellent lover in all ways.

Her hips rolled gently at first, her legs wrapped themselves around his back, trying hard to bring him even deeper into her. Constance’s hands moved to her breasts and she rubbed the tips, pulling them taught and then releasing them to enjoy the bouncing sensation of her gentle assault. Over and over she played with the generous mounds while her lover paid homage to her pussy.

Juices slipped easily from her puffy lips, spilling onto his tongue. “Randy...” she whispered, her body shifting under his assault, “I . . .” she licked her lips and tried to speak again. Words failed her as she felt the tightening muscles of her sex. She knew how close she was to coming for him and bit down on her lower lip to stifle the words. Constance was ready, but yet the build up was addictive to her and so she longed to be driven even closer to the edge before finally losing the battle.

 

[Tseranc]

As he continued his feast, he looked up to admire the display of her tormenting her tits. How they bounced, and stretched, and how that added to her arousal thrilled him. Such a woman laying her, if ever he could let a woman take charge, it could be no other then her.

He heard her speak, and how her voice, not thick and rough, cut off. He;d come to know what that meant, and so he grinning as his tongue snaked out further, to slow down a pace, teasing her along the edge of her climax as if it were a real cliff – leaving her looking over the edge, eager to fall over, but not yet able. As her body reacted, almost with regret at the less intense sensations, he thought of what he was doing, and why.

As she calmed ever so slightly, he sped back up, flicking his wet muscle against her clit furiously. As soon as he knew, without doubt, she was just seconds away from her release, he stopped, and looked up at her. “Constance, I can't seem to help but want, need, to please you. I don't know if that means I am yours, or if I failed, as you demanded me to be just a man, with a woman. Maybe you can tell me later.”

He dove back in, and lapped at her with all he was worth, eager to have this woman, his Mistress, cum from his actions. To have pleased a woman so worthy of being pleased in every way.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The words washed over her, but were soon buried in the back of her mind as he went back to work on her pussy, driving his tongue in deeper and lapping at the thick juices that were spilling freely. She felt her body explode without warning. The scream that was pulled from her lungs echoed in the room and she feared for a brief second her lover and her own hearing would be damaged. She swallowed, trying to stifle the next exploding sound that pulled from her throat, but the washing her lover was giving her was one that could not be contained, so another cry of release escaped and she gripped the blankets that were now soaked beneath her.

Her knuckles were white as Randy put himself even more fully into his duty as a man and lover, perhaps giving more of himself to her than either of them realized, but Constance didn't care. At that moment she simply felt as if she were living on a cloud, watching some pornographic scene that only a god could create. “Come here,” she whispered, her voice foreign and needy sounding to her ears.

She spread her legs further, took in his wet face and growled. Lifting herself up slightly, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face toward her, almost dragging him up her length, though she knew he moved willingly. “Fuck me,” she demanded, the woman now the Mistress again. “Fuck me hard and fast, don't stop till I come again and you come with me.”

Her eyes seemed to glow with hunger as she wrapped her legs around him and gave him a few seconds to place himself at the opening of her sex. “Now,” she hissed before covering his mouth with hers and devouring his tongue.

 

[Tseranc]

The shriek that came so suddenly from her startled, him, but only long enough for him to appreciate what he had done, and quickly resumed probing her pussy with his tongue. It paid off, with another burst from her, both of her sweet nectar and scream from her lips. He'd never felt more like a man, for having delivered such a thrill to his partner.

He's apparently done more then just that, for without a doubt, the Mistress was back, and making demands that he was only too happy to submit to. “Yes Mistress,” he said, with a knowing grin, as he was pulled up to her lips.

Her perfect legs snaked around him, and he was soon in position, though not soon enough to avoid her verbal urging. For all his pride a moment before, her strong voice seemed impatient, and he felt clumsy getting to where he needed to be. But in reality it was mere second before he was pressing into her tight vice. Once buried, and letting them both have just a second to adjust, he began doing just as he was told; ramming into her as hard and fast as he could. His pace even managed to find a way to increase as they collided with each other.

His smile was wiped away with the intensity of their fucking; replaced by grunts and a squished brow. But he managed to keep his eyes open, and looking down on his Mistress as he brutally hammered into her over and over.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Each thrust of his cock drove Constance closer to another exploding force that she was hoping would far out do the oral ones that he'd driven out of her. She squeezed his cock as if her very life depended on it and had she had time to think she would have sworn that it did. Her hips rose and her ass cheeks became tight as she held him deep inside her.

“Harder!”

The demand was pulled from her drying throat. It came out thick, raspy, and hungry. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a scream, then decided to bury her mouth against his shoulder. She longed to suck on the flesh of his neck, to mark him in some way that proclaimed his as hers, but she also knew that because of society and the shackles they place on a business person she could not leave some high-school mark on his viewable skin.

His shoulder however was hers for the taking and so her teeth sank deep into the flesh. The bite was quick, but she knew it had jarred him slightly. She quickly moved her mouth from his skin up to his ear, where she nibbled more gently, whispering that he needed to fuck her, make her come, call out her name, tell her who owned him.

She then went back to paying his body the attention she desperately needed to give it. Her nails dragged down his back; her hands cupped his ass. Her heels dug into the small of his back, ran down to glide up and over his thighs, then back again. Her breasts were smashed into his chest, nipples slammed against nipples and still she hissed for more. “Come deep and hard,” she grunted as she felt her own body give over to the sins of the flesh.

 

[Tseranc]

How the raspy voice even managed to continue giving instructions was another testament to the will of this woman, his Mistress. Pushing himself, he put as much force as he could muster behind every thrust; more urgency in how fast they came. He was focused, determined, to make this woman remember tonight for a good, long time.

But she bit on his shoulder did disrupt those thoughts, slightly. She was an animal again, a primal, sexual force trapped in the body of a beautiful woman. He was ramming into her so hard he swore he could split firewood, but still she bit, nibbled, and let her extremities expertly caress and coax him on. Her whispers into his ear hit home. He needed to tell her how owned him.

She did, of course; a fact he could no longer deny. Deep down he knew it. Even if he walked away, never to return after this week, he would be marked. His mind forever changed, and his body forever yearning to be hers once again.

But finally, the pulling, gripping, nibbles and the glorious vice of her pussy all pushed him over the edge. He felt almost defeated, in that he could not continue to fuck her forever, but any such thoughts disappeared in the tidal wave of pleasure that tore down his spine and shot out his cock, just as he felt her tense up around him as well. His frantic last thrusts propelling them both through their mutual release. He shouted, unintelligible howls at first, but later remembering her orders, letting two words, Mistress Constance, echo throughout the room.

When their bodies settled, an owned man lay tired over his Mistress.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance lay under her lover, a title that too her was no longer suitable. She needed to give him something proper. It was obvious to her that he’d given all to her this night. As her body held his softening tool, her hands moved down his spine to rest on his ass cheeks. She held him close; her legs were wrapped weakly around his, but she kept them there, embracing all of him and claiming his as her own. She closed her eyes, breathed in the scent of their joining and felt a true stirring in her heart that she’d long ago thought gone and unattainable.

When she felt it was time to move, she kissed his shoulder and eased him over with gentle, yet firm pressure. He rolled to his back and she straddled him. Her eyes stared into his; no words left her lips as she lowered her mouth. Lips pressed against lips and her tongue sought out his. The kiss was slow, teasing, and yet hungry. “Mine,” she whispered, as she slipped her tongue over the upper lip, then the lower. “Mine,” she whispered again as she nipped at his jaw, then over to his right ear, where she sucked on the lobe, whispered the proclamation and then moved to the left, where it too was marked by her touch.

Time slowed for Constance as she moved with the grace of a lioness caring for it’s tired cub. She licked, sucked, stroked, nibbled as much as her lover’s body as she could, moving his legs, parting them and then searing his flesh as she traveled from the base of his sex, over to his thighs, down to his knees, further south to his ankles. His toes were even treated to tender bites, before she made her way back up.

“Roll over,” she commanded, “I still have more of you to possess.” She waited to the side of him, her eyes daring him to ignore her, yet knowing he wouldn’t.

 

[Tseranc]

Randy lay there, most satisfied then he could ever remember, his Mistress still entwined around him. He dared not move, and never wanted to; not until she told him when and how. Ultimately, she moved him, with a gentle push, and not that commanding, sexy, voice. And then a transformation began. Her every possessive kiss, bite, or nibble, she claimed him; both verbally and something deeper. He felt that with every claim she made, some intangible part of him left to join her side of an invisible battle, and no resistance was being offered.

He found himself, as she moved lower down his body, he whispered 'yes', under his bread, agreeing to her statements. He rolled over, as he was told, without hesitation, but eager for her to finish. Not for this experience to be over, but for her to have claimed all of him. His life was changed on some fundamental level tonight. Not one he regretted in the least, but as he lay, face down, as the woman above moved over his body, he thought on what that change was.

He was hers, but its implications were unknown. What wouldn't he give to please he, he pondered. He had never felt so strongly about pleasing a woman, not any of his wives could compare, even on their wedding day. But that thought too brought doubt; would he grow bored with this too, was it a flaw in his makeup that kept him from something lasting? Was this, extreme, new relationship just a bigger thrill then another wife, but just as fleeting? But as she work, marking him, he began to be reassured that this could never grow old. She could never be boring, and he would always want her happy, pleased, satisfied. She was a challenge he could strive to meet.

And another feeling began washing over him, as she work. He felt cherished, as a man. He knew she did not want some weak being, that she could make cower. He knew she claimed him, because he was a strong man, that could meet her challenges. This notion, made him feel empowered, and even young again; like he could move mountains. Not even the thrill of running all his businesses gave that level of contentment.

Randy lay there, relishing his Mistresses attentions, and growing very comfortable with these discoveries.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance lay over Randy. Her breasts pressed against his back; her hips rested against his ass. She licked the edge of his ear and whispered that he belonged to her now. She rolled off him, urged him to turn toward her and kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced and toyed for several long arousing seconds. Eventually she pulled herself away. “Rest pet; tomorrow will be a busy day,” she whispered, before sliding her legs between his and wrapping her arms around him.

She closed her eyes, allowing her thoughts and feelings to consume her, while trying to also ease into a deep sleep. It would be an hour before she finally stilled fully and succumbed to sleep. In her dreams she saw her slave, her pet, her lover.

*****

Morning light spilled into the bedroom, drifting over Constance’s partially exposed body. Her lover still rested quietly against her and she turned to snuggle deeper into his warmth. Her fingers trailed along his flesh, barely grazing his chiseled and well-toned form.

The memory of last night fell over her and she smiled, recalling all the events, replaying them in her mind and growing slicker with each retelling of the erotic tale.

Her hand cupped his balls, tickled the sensitive skin under the sack and then her mouth moved to cover the thick tool. She sucked hard, feeling the blood pushing through the vein. All the while her sex grew heated and moist with juice.

Constance had no worries that her pet would not awaken, he may have slept soundly, but she was ready. She needed satisfied. The Mistress of the house moved over her lover, placing her sex in front of his face and went to work more vigorously on his thickening morning wood.

 

[Tseranc]

If there was a better way to wake up, with the mouth of the most amazing woman you'd ever met devouring your cock after fondling your balls, Randy couldn't think of one. But she could, and provided, straddling his face and providing him with the very nectar of the gods. Her wet, delicious pussy was the first thing his eyes saw that morning as they fluttered open. He didn't wait a moment, reaching up to grab her ass and pull her down to his waiting tongue.

He lapped at her clit, occasionally looking down, to see her hovering body above him, the view to her face, with that glorious mouth expertly working on him, block by her tits hanging down to his stomach. He quickly resumed, racing to catch up for lost time, wanting to bring her off before she did the same to him; wanting his Mistress pleased before himself.

His mouth opened wide, and pressed hard into her, letting his tongue probe deeply into her, only to withdraw and flick in quick repetition at her clit. “Mistress,” he moaned int her mound a few times, relishing her flavor. He knew he was close, but could tell the effect he was having on her as well. She had issued no instructions, not verbal ones anyway, so he kept to his goal and hungrily feasted on the woman above, in hopes of forcing her to cum.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Every thick push of tongue into pussy made Constance moan with hunger and growing desire. Her sex burned and the flow of her arousal grew more thick and steady. She felt his teeth graze her, the edge of his nose brush against her and she shifted down, grinding her pussy into his face, making him devour her the way she needed to be eaten.

Her own actions were driven toward drinking his seed and filling her empty, rumbling stomach. She sucked harder, pushing his cock further down her throat, then drawing her mouth back up. One hand held the base, the other supported her weight by clenching the blankets and sheets that were tangled under her lover and her body. She worked faster, forcing the seed to churn and the blood to boil under her wet, well-honed caress.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

Soon she was bucking his face, riding him without thought to anything but coming, yet she was still able to work her magic on his tool. Constance drew her mouth from his shaft, hissed into the air that he was to come with her and descended back to her pet's tool.

Her stomach muscles clenched, her fingers tightened, her throat constricted around his hard member and she pressed her lips to the base. Joints stiffened as her climax erupted from deep within its hiding place and covered her slave's eager and ever-so-pleasurable mouth.

 

[Tseranc]

His goal was nearing, he could tell, but then she broke her glorious mouth from his cock, and he thought he'd won his private game. Instructions came, however, in a hurried hiss, and she resumed her feast. He was to come with her, and he knew that was not far off at all.

Fortunately for him, she was too skilled at her own work to not be just as close. When her body tensed around him, he knew what was coming, and licked at her clit furiously in a last drive. The first splash against hit face sent him off, feeling as if he might turn himself inside out he came so hard; his cock fully encased in her gripping throat had no chance of holding back even if he tried. He shot his seed for her, as he lapped at the honey she poured out for him. Randy never stopped, never wanted to stop, and pushed through his the light headed feeling that came over him, continuing to devour his Mistress's pussy, and would continue until told to stop, or she pulled it away from him.

Randy, a successful business man, could not have been more thrilled with the start of a day then holding onto this amazing womans ass as he bathed in her cum. Truly, could the day get better?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance shook violently, drank the seed that poured into her mouth, swallowing the hot, sticky fluid. She then rolled to her back, her legs spread open slightly and her hands resting, one on his thigh, the other on her abdomen. “Fuck,” she muttered quietly, as she looked at the ceiling above her. She didn't want to move, breathe or even think as she focused on every thumb of her pulse. Her joints hurt; her muscles ached, and her pussy felt spent... temporarily.

Her nails grazed his skin as she contemplated spending the rest of her day in bed. His cock buried in her throat, or perhaps plunged deep within her cunt, or even her ass. She was up for anything...after she caught her breath.

“Mmm...my delicious pet. I wish I could live on your come alone.”

She licked her lips, moved to his side and kissed him deeply, before pulling away. “A shower pet, for the two of us,” she told him and then slipped from the bed.

 

[Tseranc]

He needed no more invitation, or instruction, as he guessed it really was, and got up after her, and followed her swaying ass into the bathroom. He believed her comment about wish to live off his come, and had no doubts that were it indeed possible, he would be one very tired man. Not that he'd mind, or that he wouldn't be tired anyway.

He entered after her, but moved first to turn on the water, letting it run a moment, adjusting the temperature before stepping back to let her in. He admired her body, but thought to their morning fun, and what had happened the night before. A word stuck out, uttered once a moment ago, and once before they slept; pet. Was that her title for him? Her pet. He let the idea roll about in in his mind as he stepped in to join her, and went to grab the soap, so that he begin the delightful task of washing ever bit of her beautiful flesh. She had claimed all of him, and he wanted to worship every inch of her.

He started with her radiant red hair, massaging her scalp as he worked the shampoo in, then careful not to let any soap run down her face as he helped her rinse it. With normal soap, well her expensive body wash, he lathered her body from top to bottom, slowly and methodically; never spending more time on one spot then another, as all of her was wonderful.

When he had reached her feet, he was kneeling in the shower, and looked up, enjoying all of the sights of the woman in front of him. His eyes found hers, and he searched for some approval, that she had enjoyed his actions. Never would he have guessed he'd be on his knees seeking the approval of a woman for anything, yet deep down, he knew that was the case, right now.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The steam in the shower was nothing compared to the heat that seemed to flow over Constance's flesh as her lover, pet, submissive slipped to his knees and continued bathing her. Her eyes were full of both lust and pride. She smiled down at him, seeing the look that was apparent to a Mistress, the look of question... had he made her happy? Yes, he had, she admitted to herself, cupping his chin and urging him to rise to his knees. She kissed his lips, toyed with his tongue and slowly pushed him away when the intensity of the kiss threatened to overtake her own control.

She'd been a Mistress for many years now, lovers had come and gone yet none had threatened to ever make her lose control as much as Randy seemed to. Was he even aware of the effect he had on her? The way she had to physically stop herself from fucking him every second of the day? Or from taking his cock into her mouth just so she could taste his come? Who was the dominate, she wondered for a moment and then snickered to herself as she took the soap and began to wash his skin. Was he aware of the power one in his position actually held? And when he became aware of it, if he wasn't already, what would he do with it. A submissive is more powerful than they realize.

Her hands ran over his body, touching every crevice, curve, and angle in a way that seemed to not only wash away sweat, but to leave behind a mark that spoke of ownership. Eventually she was on her knees and was washing his cock, rubbing, stroking, arousing it with soapy hands. Her smile was wicked as a new thought entered her mind. She rose up from the floor of the shower, eyed his now hardened flesh and then stepped away.

Water flowed steadily from the shower head, and she coaxed it over his tool, rinsing away the soapy suds. When the shower was over, she stepped out, waited for him to join her and then handed him a towel. She stood there expectedly and spoke to him. “Once I'm dried, I'll pick something out for you to wear. Wait in the bedroom for me. Remain hard,” she glanced at his cock, “all through breakfast you need to keep yourself stimulated in someway, but not by touching yourself.” She smiled and presented herself to be dried before she would leave him in search for his attire.

 

[Tseranc]

He understood her demand, but wondered for the life of him how he was supposed to succeed. Not that being continually aroused in her presence was not easily done, but remaining perfectly hard was another matter. He thought to the caresses she had just administered as she watched him, and that thought certainly helped; he decided to focus on all their dirty deeds, replay them in his head, until new instructions came. He nodded his acceptance.

Stepping from the shower he took the towel, stepping closer to the woman who was increasingly the center of his world. As he worshipfully dried every inch of her beautiful skin, he pondered how healthy his obsession with her was. If she were a religion, he would be the biggest zealot. That brought a humorous smile to his face as he continued. She was his goddess; it made more sense then to bend to the will of a business rival.

Once he was done caressing her body with the soft cloth, he took a towel for himself, dried quickly, and then went to the bedroom, as instructed. He had to close his eyes, and focus on all the lewd games they had played, letting the moments come back to life in his mind, keeping his cock hard, as his Mistress demanded. As he focused on these, he began to truly understand his infatuation with her. Her will was strong, but not like that of a man; Constance was all woman, the styles, the emotions, even the same needs as any other. Her power came from these fact, not hindered by them.

In the back of his mind, however, was another stimulus; listening in anticipation for her to return, and begin whatever she wished to begin. The wait was a struggle in and of itself.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance left the room, leaving her lover to wait for her. She made her way downstairs and down deeper into the room where she and Randy would eventually wind up playing. Lights illuminated the rooms she traveled through and as her lover waited upstairs she thought of what to wear for their morning. She knew having him remain stiff and ready for her at a moment's notice would not be an easy task, so she would aid him as best she could by giving his eyes pleasurable things to focus on...namely her.

A closet rested in one of the room's corners, she went to it, her bare feet chilled by the floor, but the chill did not hinder her growing desire to return to the man upstairs. Several leather, PVC, plastic and other various materials hung from garment hangers. She pushed through them, knowing exactly what she wanted.

Her fingers stroked the chains that were attached to the leather. She grinned, imagining herself wrapped into the tight material. Her nipples framed by the silver links, her pussy gently caressed by the steel that would lay across her exposed sex. Yes, she thought as she slipped first one leg then the other into the corresponding holes, this should help.

Constance ran one hand down the open part of the suit; her skin tingled as her nails scrapped her belly and then dipped between the material. She pulled her fingers away, then reached back into the closet and plucked a favored pair of thigh high stockings. These were quickly pulled on, settled against her flesh and clipped to the leather straps that hung from the suit. A pair of stilettos added a few inches to her height. She moved over to a small table, where boxes rested. From one box she pulled a rhinestone choker and attached it to her neck. Her hair she piled high on her head, allowing a few strands to dangle free. Two sticks, both clear were stuck in place, allowing the quick hair do to remain in place.

Much time had passed before she made her way casually back up to her lover, pausing only once to pull out their breakfast from the refrigerator and slide it into the oven. She smiled as she made her way back to her lover. She'd definitely have to reward her butler/cook for having everything ready prior to his leaving.

“Breakfast should be ready in about ten minutes, give or take, in the meantime. You're under dressed.” She watched his eyes open. A gentle smile rested on her lips as she took in his hard state, “Very nice,” she told him, before moving over to her dresser and picking up a steel collar and chain leash. Her gaze held his as she moved closer. She took his hand, led him to the bed and urged him to sit down. She then straddled his legs, locking the firm muscles between her own. She leaned in, her breasts inches from his mouth, before she moved slightly back, locked the collar around his neck and slid seductively from his lap. The chain that ran across her pussy was cool, yet slick with her honey. She watched his face for any reaction. “Ready to eat?” she asked, before tugging slightly on the leash, a silent command for him to rise and follow her to breakfast.

 

[Tseranc]

He didn't know how long he stood there, but it felt like forever. Eventually he heard her steps, stead and firm, punctuated by the sounds of high heels. His heart races, and helped in his task of staying hard, anticipating her return.

When she finally entered, she took his breath away. He could hardly focus on her words, as he was led to the bed, mounted, and collared. He never even registered it all until she was pulling on the leash, silently insisting he follow.

His fingers absently touched the new collar, unsure if the heavy new metal meant something, or if it were just her personal tastes for the day. It did not hug the skin as the last one did, for which he was grateful; the thick metal links would likely pinch; but it was heavier, a reminder of his place all it's own.

He followed her down stairs, careful to remain close enough to keep the leach loose, but not tripping over her...as she has instructed on their first night. How much had changed, how much HE had changed, in only a few days. He knew she hadn't, and likely never would; she was that strong.

He found it hard to eat at the breakfast table, constantly aroused by her appearance, and her eyes roaming over his naked body. He wanted her so very badly, but more then that. He wanted to earn the right to be with her. He wanted to please her. Most odd feeling to him though, he wanted her praise. A hope stirred in the heart of the playboy; had he found the one that he could never grow tired and bored with?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The meal was straining for Constance. Several times she wanted nothing more than to take her pet, her toy... lover and fuck him senseless. She wanted her pussy sore from his invading cock. She wanted him spent and yet longing for more. But she refused to give in. Her sex grew slicker as she thought of how hard his shaft was. She knew it could not continue for long, even if he didn't come, eventually pain would drive his mind to distraction and he would either lose the rock hard solidness of his arousal or he'd come. His come was something she didn't want wasted.

After the meal, one she willingly admitted to herself, she barely tasted, Constance removed the dishes. He was her pet, she had decided when she'd gone through the motions of purchasing him for the week, he was not her servant as far as cleaning up. She put all the dirty utensils and plates into the dishwasher, filled it with soap and set it to run. All the while she made sure her pet was rewarded with every exposed crevice allowed in the ensemble she wore.

When she was done, she turned back and leaned seductively against the counter. “Ready?” she asked, then moved slowly toward him. Her gaze was predatory. Her eyes shifted from his to his cock. She pushed his chair back and straddled his lap, pushed her pussy against the link and moaned as the head hit her clit.

“Don't move,” she told him, slid her hands between them and took his firmness into her soft, yet strong grip. She pushed it against her slit, massaged herself with the veined flesh and then groaned when she placed the head against the opening of her sex. “I'm going to fuck you. Use you. Toy with you. You're mine to do with as I please. You understand that?” Her gaze was slightly dazed as she lowered herself onto his rod and began to ride him vigorously.

 

[Tseranc]

Breakfast drug on, despite the flavorful foods. None seemed to distract, in the least from her gorgeous body, and how much he wanted her. Thankfully it ended, and she teased him with further glimpses of her leather and chain clad form, as she cleaned up after the meal.

That he thought odd, her cleaning, and not her slave. But her actions later seemed to clarify the matter. As she straddled him, and gave her instructions...her pronouncements...she never said slave. He didn't think she had ever really called him that, now that he thought about it. Boy, pet, toy....none of those carried a title of servitude. Of course, in the normal world, none of those were capable of servitude...only simple tasks.

“Yes Mistress,” He responded, and she began to ride him without further comment. The chain across her crotch felt cold, and odd as it slid up and down, to the side of his shaft that was repeatedly stuffed inside her hungry pussy by the weight of her body pressing down on him time and again. His eyes were treated to the sight of her generous bosom heaving up and down as she worked, pressing against their chain embellishments. Oh, how he wanted to lean in to lick them. To nibble on her nipples and see the pleasure in her eyes. But he had been told not to move.

As the fucking continued, he struggled to remain as he was. Constantly he had to fight not to thrust his hips up into her, to keep his hands at his sides when they so disparately wanted to reach up and hold her, touch her, anything!

Within a few moments he was begging for help, “Please Mistress....please...,” unable to formulate a thought as to what he really wanted, other then to keep her happy. He knew he would only find satisfaction if she was pleased. To cum without her blessing would be just a disappointment for him. “Please, it's so hard not to move...” His lips quivered, his arms shook, and the muscles in his legs ached from the restraint.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

He felt good, wonderful, breath stealing, Constance thought as she rode his dick. She alternated her grinding, rolling her hips one way before sliding and rolling them the other way. Her clit continued to mash against his sex and her body shuddered as an orgasm ripped through her. She bathed his shaft in her liquid satin, and yet continued to fuck him. Her eyes were thick with desire, glazed over with heat and need. Her joints were stiff. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, anchoring herself to his broadness and strength.

She heard his words coming to her from a thick fog. Constance gazed down at him, forcing herself to focus on his face and read the need in his bright, lust-induced orbs. She lifted one tit and pushed it into his eager mouth. “Bite,” she ordered, feeding him her hard tipped globe.

His teeth worked magic on her body. Tingles skated across her flesh, burned a path down her spine and exploded around her cunt, more come flowed and she knew her lover would not last long. She however wanted her toy to be just that, nothing more at that moment than a solid rock to pound herself on.

“Leave your hands where they are,” she demanded as she pulled her tit out and gave him the other. “You can come when you're ready, but don't touch me,” she hissed, “your my plaything,” she growled, and once more went back to feeding him her nipple and using him in a way that brought her body to great heights.

She would come again and she knew it. She hungered for it. Her body craved it as her lungs craved air to breathe. Another flood of juice spilled from her and the sound of squishing sexes echoed in her ear.