V
The delivery boy from the tack shop arrived at the house the same time we did. I signed for the package and tipped the lad. When we entered my house, it was not yet noon.
Mistress asked, "What's the earliest time Robert will come by?"
"About 5:30, Mistress."
"Okay, strip." I glanced at her. "Yes, you little slut, you heard right, strip."
My clothes were soon in a pile on the entry floor.
"Up to the bedroom. You first, I want to see your cute ass move."
I led the way up the stairs, and into the bedroom. Mistress put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me around. She kissed me. It was a long, deep kiss with lots of tongue. “You are very beautiful. Now I'll make you even more so."
She walked to my free standing full length mirror. "Pick up the other end, slave, we're going to take this down to the dining room."
We carried the mirror down the stairs and placed it near the dinner table. Following her directions, I sat on the edge of the table. Then she had me pull my feet up next to my waist. She opened the package from the tack shop and removed two straps. She used them to bind my ankles to my calves.
She then took two ropes and tied the straps to the legs of the table. She had me lie back onto the table. She took another rope and looped it around my right wrist. She then tied the rope around the other table leg. She repeated the action with my left wrist. She then moved the mirror to the foot of the table, and adjusted it so, if I craned my neck, I could see the full length of my body.
I lay there totally exposed. My nipples were hard in hope that Mistress would fondle them. My pussy was, of course, completely vulnerable to any invasion Mistress wished to carry out. I was becoming extremely aroused.
Mistress lightly traced circles on my tits. "Do you like being bound?"
"Oh yes, Mistress, I enjoy it very much."
"Try moving."
I tested the bonds. Although I could wiggle my torso a little, I really couldn't move.
"How does the inability to move affect you?"
"It excites me, Mistress."
"Good, very good."
Mistress went into the kitchen and drew a pan of hot water. She placed in on the floor below my cunt. Then she pulled a chair up to the table, and sat down. She reached into the bag from the drugstore and pulled out a pair of tweezers.
While I watched in the mirror, she used the fingers of her left hand to winnow out a hair near my clit, gripped it in the jaws of the tweezers, and yanked it out. Instead of the pain I expected, a chill ran up my spine, a bright flash of light burst into my eyes, and a flash of heat filled my crotch - I had experienced a mini orgasm.
She pulled another, then another. Each time my body was wracked by another mini orgasm. She kept pulling hairs, faster and faster. Suddenly, all too suddenly, she stopped.
"Well, that's enough of that."
"Oh please, Mistress," I moaned.
"Please what, slave?"
"Please don't stop, Mistress."
"Why not?"
"It feels so good, Mistress."
"No slave, I don't think so. It's time to expose that sweet little pussy of yours."
She soaped up the shaving brush and lathered up my bush. "Now don't squirm too much. I'm not very good at this, and we wouldn't want to accidentally cut anything off, would we?" She took the straight razor and started to shave me.
In spite of her words, she was actually very proficient in her work. Her soft, erotic caress was gone, replaced by a businesslike touch. About fifteen minutes later she was finished. She rinsed my crotch clean with the water from the basin. She then splashed some witch hazel onto my crotch then rubbed it in, paying particular attention to my pussy.
Talk about squirming, that really stung. I was so distracted I almost didn't hear the knock on the door.
"Yes, who is it?" asked Mistress.
"Delivery for Miss May."
"One moment please."
"Please, Mistress, no," I pleaded.
Mistress giggled as she walked to the door. She flung the door wide open and the delivery boy stood there holding a large box. "Could you wait for a few minutes, while I make sure everything's here."
"Yes, ma'am."
Motioning towards a chair near my head she said, "Please put the box on that chair."
"Yes, ma'am." The boy finally noticed me, and almost dropped the package. "What's . . . what's goin' on here?"
"This is my slave, and I just finished shaving her pussy. Isn't she beautiful?"
"Yes, she is, but why is she tied up?"
"She's tied because I wanted to her tied up. It gives me complete control over her, and because she likes it, don't you slave?"
"Yes, Mistress, I enjoy it very much."
Mistress placed her palm on my pussy, rubbed it gently, pulled it away, licked the moisture off and said, "Yes, slave, you sure do enjoy it."
The boy stood there with his mouth wide open.
“You've never seen a naked woman before, have you son?"
"No ma'am."
"Well, you're in luck. Honey here is a real slut." She turned and started to open the box. "Why don't you fondle her breasts? “
"May I really?"
"Of course, like I said she's a slut. Grope away."
The boy shyly walked to the table and gently touched my tit.
Mistress put her hand over his and squeezed. "Go ahead, really maul them. She likes it rough."
The boy squeezed, and I winched, but of course I could do nothing except lay there and take it.
Mistress had finished unpacking the box, walked over to the boy felt his crotch and said, "My, but you're excited, aren't you?"
"Yyyyeeess, ma'am," he stuttered.
"Well, if you have a few more minutes, we can do something about that."
"Oh yes miss, this is my last stop, I'm just going back to the office."
"Well, I can't let you fuck her, but we can certainly get you off. Take off your pants."
The lad thought about it for maybe two seconds, kicked his shoes off followed by his pants. His cock stuck straight out from his crotch. It looked huge, about seven inches long, and two inches in diameter. A drop of pre-cum was hanging from the tip.
Mistress walked to the Frigidaire and took a cube of butter from it. She spread the cold butter onto my tits. "Here rub some of this onto your cock. Now get up onto the table and straddle her chest with your knees."
The boy struggled onto the table, and soon his balls were lying on my chest. His cock was jutting up, not touching me.
"Now put your cock between her tits and squeeze them together. Now thrust your hips back and forth. Good, good, that's it fuck her tits. Yes, fuck her tits."
She leaned close to my ear. "Beg him to fuck your tits."
“Fuck my tits. Please I need to feel your cock between my tits.”
And he did. The movement of his cock plowing through my tits was extremely erotic. After a dozen or so strokes I was really getting into it, but then he came. Cum spewed over my face and chest. It was gross.
The boy was stuttering trying to apologize.
"Don't worry; you did very well for your first time. Like I said she's a whore, she enjoyed it, didn't you slut?"
"Yes, Mistress, I enjoyed it very much."
"Thank the man, slave."
"Thank you very much for cumming on my face."
"Now scoot up to her face so the she can clean up your cock."
He shuffled forward and stuck his cock into my face. I had barely seen a cock before, and this was too much. I clamped my mouth shut. Mistress pinched one of my nipples, and twisted. I opened my mouth to scream and he thrust his cock into it.
"Clean it like a good slut."
I didn't have much choice. I sucked the slimy cum off of his stinky cock.
"Okay, time's up dear."
The boy reluctantly pulled his dick out of my mouth, and got off of the table. While he was pulling on his trousers Mistress scooped up as much cum from my chest as she could, then said to me, "Open wide."
I hesitated and she glared at me. I opened my mouth and she scraped the repulsive filth into my mouth.
The boy finally got dressed and stumbled towards the door. "Thank you."
Mistress took a five dollar bill from my purse. "No, thank you, lad." She pushed him out the door.
She walked back over to me, grabbed both of my nipples and twisted. "Now listen to me slut, you are my slave. Your position in life is to serve me, to please me. You are nothing but a whore, not only that, you are my whore. If I tell you to suck a donkey's dick and drink its cum, you are to do it. Do you understand?"
Tears were streaming from my eyes. I caught my breath and chocked out, "Yes, Mistress. I understand."
She released my nipples and started to lightly massage my tits. "I can give you pleasure as well as pain. I enjoy giving you both. I will choose when to give you pain, as well as when I to give you pleasure. I will elevate you to the pinnacle of ecstasy, but I will also humiliate you beyond your wildest imagination."
"As I told you when you agreed to serve me, if you don't like the way I treat you, just say so, and I'll let you go." She continued to massage my tits as she looked deeply into my eyes. "Do you wish to continue to serve me?"
While my tits still stung, my tears were almost forgotten. "Oh yes, Mistress, please forgive my dis-obedience. I do wish to serve you."
"I believe you slave." She traced her fingertips to my nipples and once again she pinched them. "Just remember your place." She released my now very sore nipples. "Except for that last little outburst, you have done well today. You have made me very proud of you, so I'm going to give you a reward."
She hitched up her skirt, and took her panties off. She climbed onto the table and positioned her succulent pussy above my mouth. She paused for a moment, then she sat on my face. She let go of her skirt, and I was in darkness. I was slightly surprised at first, but with nothing to see, my senses were soon even more focused on servicing her pussy.
Mistress started rocking back and forth on my face and before long she was rubbing her clit on my nose, while I concentrated on licking her cunt. Her body was wracked by an orgasm, but she continued to sway back and forth on my face.
Juice was flowing non-stop from her cunt. The taste was pure erotic bliss. I was in heaven. I couldn't get enough of this woman. After a while, though, I my tongue was starting to tire, and I was becoming sore from the lack of movement. I had never expected that lying still would be such hard work. Finally her body convulsed in another giant orgasm.
I was suddenly blinded by light as she slid her body down mine. She threw her arms around my shoulders, “You are amazing. You are a dream come true." She started to lick her pussy juice off of my face. “You are truly delicious."
For some reason I found this very erotic and I started to get really hot.
She took a deep breath, "And I just LOVE your cologne." She giggled, then started laughing. It was a deep, hearty laugh, and quite contagious. She hung on to my shoulders for quite a long time, our bodies shaking in laughter.
Eventually we stopped laughing and we lay there quietly taking each other in. At last she whis-pered into my ear, "How are you doing slave? Are you sore? Shall I unbind you?"
"I'm fine Mistress, I'm a little sore, but please don't untie me."
“You really are a slut aren't you? You like the abuse don't you, you little vixen?"
I blushed in shame. "Yes Mistress, I guess I do love it when you abuse me." I thought for a minute. "I think I love you, Mistress."
She rose onto her elbows and stared into my eyes. "I guess you might just love me. We'll see if it lasts, though."
She got off of the table, left to room, and returned a few minutes later carrying a bath towel. She folded it and placed it under my head. As she stripped she said, "Time for your baptism, little one."
I wondered what she meant by that, and I found out quickly. Once again she positioned my face between her legs. "Open wide."
Naively, I opened wide. Suddenly a strong jet of piss struck my face, much of it in my mouth. "I'll try to go slow, so you can keep up, but it's pretty tough, so drink up."
Of course, being bound, I had no choice. Half of her piss seemed to go up my nose, I'm sure I drank half of it, and the other half coated my face. Soon I was coughing and gagging.
She finished, dismounted, and stood before me. “You are a very messy slut. I was going to reward you. I was going to let you cum, but if you can't even keep yourself clean, I think I need to punish you. I'm going to take a nap. I expect you to be here when I get back." She giggled.
"I'm sure that you'll soon be sore, so I'm going to loosen your restraints." She loosened the ropes securing my hands, and the straps binding my legs.
“You'll want to wiggle a little to relieve your aches." She turned, paused for a second then turned back. She slapped my face - hard. "What do you say, whore?"
"Th -slap- th -slap- thank -slap- you -slap- Mistress."
"Much better, slave. Keep in mind your position, and remember that everything I give you, wheth-er it is a reward or a punishment, are gifts from me to you, and that you are to show me appropriate gratitude for either." With that she left me alone.