Payment for Services Rendered
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I lay on my bed in the darkness, it is close to midnight. I feel your kisses, your touch, and your body, making love to me, my whole body from tip to toe, preparing me, making arrangements for my initiation.
Images flash through my mind, memories, beautiful memories - the touch of the Mistress. It feels so good, and, as always, I feel my mind wandering, imagining, and wishing you were here.
I have come to visit you.
The sun has set and your maid welcomes me at the entrance to the mansion. Dressed in a short black skirt, heels and seamed stockings, she escorts me to the garden beside the pool.
You greet me with a smile, hand me a glass of cool clear liquid. I take a sip before I lean in to kiss you gently, lips grazing lips, sharing the taste of the liquid.
I put my glass down, my arms creep around your waist and I draw you in, our lips meeting, softly, lips parting, my tongue licking Your lips, teasing, searching for your open mouth searching for your tongue. Your arms encircle me, pulling me closer, our kisses deepen, bodies melding together, a soft moan escapes my mouth.
Both my mind and my body have missed you. You move your hands down my back, fingers trailing, making me shiver. Your hands find the cheeks of my ass. You squeeze them, pulling me close to you.
Moving back I look into your eyes. Watching your face, ceremoniously, I undo my shirt, button by button, until it is fully undone. I open it, so you can see my chest, covered in a fine mat of curly grey hair, matted against a tanned chest which has been created by a regular visit to the gym.
Watching your eyes fixed on my chest I open the shirt wider and pull it over my head revealing my upper body, finely honed and tanned from my recent holiday in the Bahamas.
Moving back into you, I take your hands, placing them around my neck and lean into you. Your finger and thumb breach down and touch each nipple. You lean in taking each nipple into your mouth, flicking your tongue over them, your teeth rasping over each.
Your tongue tracing circles around each nipple.
Your mouth moving up and kissing my neck, as your hands reach round to run up and down my back. Your long nails trailing up and down, pausing to dig into the soft flesh of my shoulder blades leaving welts that are your signature.
Your hands mould and squeeze the muscles in my back as you lower your head and I feel your tongue on my right nipple, licking, circling, sucking while your fingers roll and tease my other nipple.
I whimper, cradling your head.
There is a direct connection of nerve endings from my nipples to deep in my scrotum. The feelings are intense, my body offering itself to you. I can feel myself getting hard, curled up in the locked cage.
I love the way you lick, suck and gently bite my hardening nipples! Reluctantly I step away again, smiling,
I stand in front of you and slowly take off my jeans, leaving my shorts, I step closer, and begin to unbutton your blouse, kissing my way from your mouth, to your neck, down to your breasts, moving lower as each button releases, my hands caressing your skin.
I ease your blouse off, pressing close to you, our naked skin touching. We kiss deeply, your hands on my ass, pulling me in close. Your hips pressing, I can feel the mound of your sex.
I reach down between us, feeling for your panties, fumbling a little, I slip my fingers under the gusset, slowly pulling your panties down. You step out of them and I caress the mound of your moist sex, feeling your hips move forward.
I lower you on to the floor carpet and move my mouth down over the gentle slope of your mons, slowly rubbing it, and then running my tongue up and down the gentle slope. I slowly lick around the crest, licking back up slowly, feeling your hips rise as I kiss and lick my way down to the valley of your sex.
Another long, slow, wet lick, this time my fingers gently opening the lips of your pussy, licking along the lips and darting the tip of my tongue over the moist hood of your clit. My tongue circling the growing bud, flicking my tongue tip over the bud, feeling it begin to respond and grow. Gently taking the bud between my lips and sucking softly, the bud grows under the intense attention of my tongue tip.
I feel your hand, on my head, taking hold of my hair and guiding my mouth lower, showing me how to pleasure you. I hear you whisper, 'fuck me with your tongue,' feeling your hands on the back of my head pushing me into your open wet lips.
My caged engorged cock flinches and begins to grow pressing against the cold steel cage.
You pull me to my feet and lead me to the sofa, sitting me down and kneeling between my legs, ‘your turn now darling.’
I feel your fingers unlocking the small lock releasing my cock which leaps forward like a coiled spring. Your hot breath on the crown of my cock. You pull the foreskin back and forth, pressing your hand down to the base and then holding the shaft of my cock, slowly You draw your hand back up the shaft, flicking your tongue over the head, licking the tiny bubble of precum from the slit and running your tongue over the head.
You give me tiny sucking kisses up and down the shaft and bobbing your sucking mouth over the head, you draw the head and half of my shaft into your wet mouth.
Your tongue licking down and around my balls, sucking each into your mouth and mouthing the soft round orb, letting the waves of pleasure roll through me. Moaning, watching you, loving the feelings running through my whole body.
Your tongue finds the slit of my cock. You slowly trace one finger down over the shaft and under my balls, teasing the soft underside between my balls and my anus.
Your finger traces a path up to my small anal bud and I feel you slowly work the tip of your finger into my ass, moving your finger in and out of the tiny aperture, slowly, teasing, sometimes deeply, then withdrawing, only to push in deep again.
Fucking me, faster, teasing the nipples as you finger my ass. I feel my orgasm building, You don’t stop. You know I am close, letting those feelings take hold of me,
Your finger pressing deeper, I feel spurts of cum splattering over your hand, into your open mouth, over your tongue. I close my eyes, savouring the pleasure. Quickly, I feel you rising, taking my hand and leading me over to the bed.
Laying me down on the soft white sheets, you lay beside me. Stroking my cheek and holding me close to your body. Feeling your breasts, nipples hardened, press into my body.
'Sleep my darling, close your eyes and sleep. When you awake we will make love. You are mine, my sweet, and you belong to me.'
My eyes flick open and I see the faint glint of the shackles above the bed
I hear my Mistress’s voice. 'Sleep, my darling. Soon it will be time for you to pay.'
My eyes flutter and then close.
I hear the sound of chains rattling and what sounds like the cracking of a whip against tender flesh. Someone far away lets out a moan and begins to count, slowly. 'One, two, three' – in response to the slapping of the leather against flesh.
I sigh and fall into a deep sleep – listening to the whispered sounds of the count – 'one, two, three.'
To be continued...
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We waved bye to Forrest’s and my parents as they drove off. It was summer break and they would be gone for several days. My friend Forrest and his 9 year old sister, Scout, were staying at my house for the time they were gone. None of our parents wanted us to be home alone, but they were fine if we were together. I was 15 and Forrest was 14, but he looks 10 or 11. I live in the middle of nowhere, but we found plenty of things to do during the day, but my favorite time was at night. My...
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It was the summer before my second year of high school when I got a call from Darci Smith asking me to meet her at the high school the next day to help her clean out the costume room. Now Darci is the drama club teacher and the art teacher. Every guy in the school wants to fuck her and masterbates to her. Darci is in her early thirties, married, and looks like she is still twenty one. She has nice mid size tits, a fine ass, big blue eyes and blonde hair. She has a pert little hard body and...
"There's a man here to see you, Mr. Forrester; he says he's a detective from the Denver Police Force." Oh-oh, thought John. "Ok, send him in, Angela." "Hello, Mr Forrester; my name is Paul Donohue, I'm a detective from the Denver Police Force." "What can I do for you, Detective Donohue?" as I pressed the intercom so Angela could listen in discreetly out at her desk. "Well, Mr. Forrester, sometime last year I was handed a case in Denver that has us all baffled. It seems that two...