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Order In The House
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A buttery soft black leather finger lifted his chin until his eyes meether cold icy stare. Looking directly into his soul, she quietly scorned. "You'vebeen masturbating again. Haven't you."
"No Mistress." He gallantly replied in a feeble attempt to hide the truth.Instantly her soft black leather gloved hand stuck a firm blow across his leftcheek. Regathering his jaw in her soft black leather gloved hand and once morefixing her frigid gaze upon him, she noticed he was beginning to tremble.
She paused to witness the red hand mark form on the left side of his face,complete silence filled the room.
"Don't lie to me slave." She said in quietly but firmly. "You've been playingwith that filthy dirty disgusting little thing of yours. Haven't you!" Herfrigid stare can be just as intimidating as her seething anger.
With his mind racing with thoughts of the punishment he is about to endure,he closed his eyes, swallowed and then said shamefully.
"Yes Mistress. I have." Her buttery soft black leather hand struck a powerfulbackhand to the right side of his face.
"You despicable, contemptuous, lying little pig!" Another powerful blow landedon the opposite side of his face. Firmly grabbing his jaw in her buttery softblack leather hand, she barked. "When?" Stamping the stiletto heel of her booton the floor as she spoke. Totally panic stricken, he instantly replied.
"Last Friday Mistress." Still leering intensely into his eyes, she askedin an unnervingly quiet tone.
"Where?" Shaking with fear, he nervously answered.
"At home Mistress." Bending down to place her face a few centimetres abovehis, she slowly waved his head from side to side and asked with a mocking smile.
"Where at home?"
"In my bedroom Mistress." He said resentfully.
She stood erect to leer down at him once more and asked.
"And when you were playing with that filthy dirty disgusting little thingof yours, what were you fantasising about?" He swallowed then replied.
"You Mistress." Instantly her right hand crashed heavily into the left sideof his face knocking him to the floor. From behind clenched teeth, she snarled.
"You despicable waste of space." Then barked demandingly. "Get back up here!" Ashe slowly rose, she grabbed a handful of his hair to drag him to his knees.Her buttery soft black leather hand instantly clamped tightly around his throatand tilting his head back as far as it would go, she bent down to place herface just above his. Then in absolute disgust she said.
"I've never been more nauseated in my entire life." She threw his head awayand stood to tower over him. A buttery soft black leather finger raised hischin, forcing him to make eye contact with her frigid gaze.
She paused for a brief moment then snarled. "You mean to tell me, that you,were playing with that filthy, dirty, disgusting, little thing of yours and,you had the gall, to think of me at the same time?" Tears were freely streamingdown his face as he answered.
"Yes Mistress." Another blow of her buttery soft black leather hand slammedacross his face.
Leering down at him, she grabbed his jaw firmly and lifted it as high asit would go. Then said laughingly.
"Tell me what this lurid little fantasy of yours was slave." She bent overto place her face just above his and added. "After all, since I was involved,I have a right to know. Don't I!"
"Yes Mistress." He cringed.
"If you don't tell me this instant, I'll cut the skin from your entire bodywith my bullwhip. Now Speak!" The sound of her stiletto heel stamping on thehighly polished wooden floor, boomed throughout the room with her last word.
With her powerful gaze mere centimetres above him, his lower lip was trembling,tears were freely rolling down his face, his entire body now shaking in fear.He reluctantly croaked a broken sentence.
"I was fantasising that you had commanded me to do it Mistress." Instantlyshe stood erect and barked.
"You, filthy, dirty, disgusting, little, pig!" Punctuating each word witha powerful blow to each side of his face as she spoke. Her buttery soft blackleather hand grabbed his throat tightly. She bent back down to confront himonce more. "What on God's earth, ever possessed you to think, that I, wouldcommand you, to do anything so utterly repulsive as that?" Petrified with fear,he couldn't speak.
"Answer me!" She demanded.
Drawing on every ounce of courage he had inside him, he compliantly stammered.
"I don't know Mistress." With her buttery soft black leather hand clampedtightly around his throat, she began rocking his head slowly from side to sideand sarcastically said.
"Louder slave. I can't hear you." Turning her ear towards him to listen.He sniffled and replied.
"I don't know Mistress." She released her grip on his throat and stood. Hiseyes were still locked on hers and with a look of pity on her face, she beganto gently cares his cheek with a buttery soft black leather finger. Breakinginto a smile she asked him almost affectionately.
"Perhaps you would like me to give that memory of yours a little prod." Hedared not answer.
"Down on all fours!" She snapped and instantly he dropped to his hands andknees.
The clonk that the stiletto heels of her almost crotch high black leatherboots made on the highly polished wooden floor, echoed loudly throughout theroom as she crossed to her arsenal. Without hesitation she selected a longthin riding crop, then purposefully clonked her way back to stand in frontof him.
"Higher!" She commanded. Demanding him to raise his body more erect. As herose she gripped his head between the thighs of her beautifully crafted blackcalfskin boots. She stood tall and erect with her slaves head firmly clampedbetween her black leather thighs, her right arm fully extended before her andpointing the tail of her riding crop at her slaves naked behind, she beganher ritual.
The long narrow flap of her riding crop snapped three times in quick successionupon his bare behind and she left it resting on the same spot she'd just struck.It's her way of letting him know, that there's plenty more where that camefrom.
"Tell me slave. What, on this God's earth, ever made you think, that I, wouldgain any pleasure, from watching a filthy, dirty, disgusting and utterly repulsivelying little pig like you, masturbate?"
"I don't know Mistress." Instantly her riding crop rose to shoulder height,it then curved along its length as it followed her hand's rapid downward movement.Its long narrow tail made a resounding crack as it sharply snapped on the exactspot it was resting a split second before. His entire body immediately joltedand causing him to jerk his head between the soft black calfskin of her leatherthighs. She closed her eyes lightly and smiled at the pleasure it gave her.Rolling his head between her black calfskin leather thighs, she slid the longnarrow tail of her riding crop slowly across the naked flesh of his behindand left it resting on the opposite cheek of his bottom. She then said dispassionately.
"I want the truth slave and I want it," Another full swing of her ridingcrop cracked loudly on the naked flesh of his behind. "Now!" His head jerkedviolently between her black leather thighs. She slowly turned her head anddrew in a satisfying breath.
"Please Mistress. I couldn't help it Mistress." He said between heavy gaspsof breath. Rolling his head between her thighs, she asked.
"Couldn't help what slave?" As she slid the long thin tail of her ridingcrop across his naked behind and rested it on his other cheek.
"I get these urges Mistress." He panted with the searing pain that the lastburning strike her riding crop left on his bare behind. Furious with his reply,she angrily scalded.
"First! You don't know. Then! You couldn't help it. And now!" The crack ofher riding crop split the air in the room, compelling him to instantly jumpoff the floor as it struck. "You get these urges!" Another full swing of herriding crop mimicked its predecessor and cracked loudly on the bare flesh ofhis opposite cheek. His head immediately jolted between her velvety soft blackleather thighs. She closed her eyes and her lips widened with a silent sighof the pleasure it gave her.
Instantly recomposing herself, she said demandingly. "Which one is it slave?I want the truth!" The endorphins that were flooding his brain like a powerfuldrug, had him answer.
"All of them Mistress." Thoroughly insulted by what he had said, her ridingcrop made another resounding crack on his bare behind. His head instantly joltedbetween the supple black leather that encased her thighs and once more sheswooned with the pleasure it gave her. She slowly slid the tail of her ridingcrop across to his other cheek and continued her interrogation.
"Do you think I'm stupid or something?"
"No Mistress." Rolling his head between the soft black calfskin of her almostcrotch high leather boots and smiling at what he might say next, she said.
"I'm looking forward to your explanation slave." She paused to listen. Buthe didn't utter a word. The searing crack of her riding crop split the airin the room once more. He lurched violently at its burning sting. His Mistresssavoured her increasing pleasure.
Gently tapping the long thin tail of her riding crop on his now red strippedbehind and rolling his head between the thighs of her black leather boots,she announced.
"I'm waiting!" Looking down at the pool of tears forming between her pencilthin stiletto heels, he knew he was about to pay more than dearly.
"I'm sorry Mistress." At this point, he realised that she was using him forher own erotic pleasure. But he wanted nothing more than to give her as muchpleasure as he possibly could. Although the searing pain of her riding cropmade him jump and lurch violently, the endorphins that they had created inhis blood stream were slowly turning each stroke into a dull numbness. He nolonger cared how much pain had to endure. Providing his Mistress with pleasurewas the paramount though in his mind.
"Sorry for what?" She asked presumptuously.
"Mistress. I can't help it Mistress." He sobbed.
"What can't you help slave?" She asked knowingly.
"You are so beautiful Mistress." Three full swings of her riding crop crackedon alternate sides of his bare behind. Reeling in the pleasure it gave her,she then growled in anger.
"You're not getting out of it like that!" Another loud crack of her longthin riding crop reverberated throughout the room.
"But Mistress," He sobbed between heavy gasps of breath. "Its true!"
"I want an answer slave and I want it," Another resounding crack of her ridingcrop landed heavily on the red stripped flesh of his naked behind. "Now!" Sulkingand sobbing, he replied.
"Mistress, you are the most beautiful sexy woman in the entire world. Itstrue! Please believe me."
Tossing her long hair back over her shoulder, she nonchalantly replied.
"I don't doubt that for a second." With his head still firmly clamped betweenher soft black calfskin leather thighs, she slid the tail of her riding cropacross to the opposite cheek of his burning behind.
"I'm sorry Mistress. You give me these urges. You make me do it Mistress." Hepleaded in total anguish.
Standing tall and triumphant, she said calmly.
"I know." She continued with a broad smile. "I know everything about youslave." Allowing her words to sink into his mind for a moment, she then added. "Allof my unruly slaves think of me when they play with themselves. And, all ofthem receive a good dose of discipline to correct their disgusting misbehaviour.You know that you can always rely on me to discipline you. Don't you slave!"
"Yes Mistress." He wept.
"Just as much, as I can rely on this!" And with that, she began repeatedlypounding the long narrow tail of her riding crop on both cheeks of his bottom.Each jolt of his head between her soft black calfskin thighs, was taking hercloser to her own ecstasy. Pausing to enjoy the pleasure of it and vigorouslybucking his head between the thighs of her soft black calfskin leather boots,she proudly announced. "And I know just how much you love it. Don't I!" Followedby another loud crack of her riding crop.
"Yes Mistress" He wept.
"You're going to give me what I want." Her breathing was becoming deeperas she spoke and with her pleasure still paramount in his mind he sobbed.
"Yes Mistress."
She then began thrashing his bottom repeatedly with her riding crop. Theeffect had her slave dancing on his hands and knees, his head was continuallyjerking up and down between her soft black leather thighs. She soon began totremble and gasp. She went weak at the knees and slid to the floor with herslave's head still firmly clamped between the supple black leather thighs ofher boots. One of her buttery soft black leather hands was frantically clutchingat her breast. She was enjoying every second of the pleasure that washed overher. But she didn't stop thrashing her slave with her riding crop. She wasin a frenzy of pleasure and sadistically attempting to prolong her pleasurefor as long as she possibly could.
After the powerful grip of ecstasy slowly released her from its clutches,they were laying there peacefully on the floor. Her slave was caressing, smoochingand worshiping her beautifully soft black calfskin boots and thanking his mistressrepeatedly for the punishment she had given him. Recovering from her trip intoparadise, she was toying with his hair between the fingers of her buttery softblack leather gloves. She then announced. "I have something very special foryou slave. Would you like that?"
"Yes Mistress. I love everything you give me Mistress." She released thegrip her black leather thighs had around his head and cheerfully said.
"Help me up then." He quickly rose to his knees and helped his Mistress toher feet.
Promptly clonking her stiletto heels on the highly polished wooden floor,she made her way over to a chest of drawers and opened one. Watching his Mistressfrom behind, he watched her step into some leather straps and fasten theirbuckles around her hips. Taking a few other things from the drawer, she pushedit shut. But when she turned to make her way back to him, he couldn't believehis eyes. She was proudly sporting a long thick black dildo. It bobbed up anddown between her black leather thighs with each step she took as she made herway back to him. Smiling gleefully she said. "I'm going to show you how toplay with a real cock." Taking the black dildo in the palm of her hand, shebegan stroking it up and down and laughed wickedly at him. She continued paradingaround the room and showing it off proudly.
"My cock is so much bigger than that disgusting little thing you've got.My cock, is always in the mood and my cock, is always up for the occasion too.My cock doesn't squirt that disgusting filthy slime and then sag lifelesslyafter I've come. My cock is totally superior to that filthy, dirty, disgusting,little thing you've got between your legs. Look at it. This is what a realcock looks like. Its big, its long, its thick and its always nice and firm." Shepaused to smile at him then said. "From now on, this is the only cock you'regoing to be concerned with. Do You Understand!" His eyes were as wide as dinnerplates. Waving the black dildo in front of his face she said. "Aren't you goingto show your Mistress how much you want to suck her beautiful big black femalecock. You know she'd love that, don't you slave." He was so shocked by allthis he couldn't answer.
As he knelt before his Mistress, she began running the fingers of her butterysoft black leather gloved hands affectionately through his hair and said. "Iwant you to give me the filthiest and most disgustingly lurid blow job thatyou could ever imagine. I want the blow job you that you fantasise about inyour wildest dreams. And maybe, I might forgive you for playing with that filthydirty disgusting little thing of yours." Smiling down at him, she stepped alittle closer to him and said. "Begin!"
He wrapped his left arm around the tops of her beautifully crafted blackleather boots and with the fingers of his right hand he began gently strokingher black female cock up and down. Looking up for her approval, he saw herbeaming a huge smile down at him. He looked at the black phallus and then extendinghis tongue, he leaned forward and licked the balls of her black female cock.The tip of his tongue then slowly traced its way up the entire length of hisMistress's big black cock and danced around its head, like a cheap whore ina dark lane on Saturday night. Then suddenly, the entire length of her blackfemale cock was buried to the hilt inside his mouth. His Mistress sighed softlyin pleasure as his lips began slowly sliding up and down its entire length.
"I knew you were nothing more than a filthy dirty little slut." She heldhis head between her buttery soft black leather hands and began rhythmicallythrusting her black female cock in and out of his mouth.
He kept on licking, sucking and dancing his tongue all over her shiny blackcock for what seemed like ages, desperately trying to please his Mistress asmuch as he possibly could. But in truth, he was trying to postpone his inevitablefait for as long as possible.
Finally she announced.
"Guess what I want to do now?" Without waiting for him to reply, she continued. "That'sright slave, I want to fuck." Then gleefully announced. "Over there my petand rest your weary chest." Gesturing at a leather padded vaulting horse, whichstood in front of a mirrored wall. Not wanting to disobey, he reluctantly compliedand lent across the waist high vaulting horse. Quickly she secured his wristsand ankles with wide black leather cuffs and using the short chains that hungfrom them, she clipped each one to the vaulting horse. He knew there was noescape. Snapping a white latex glove over her soft black leather hand, shescooped a generous amount of cream from a jar and began pushing it into himand continued to work as much of the cream into him as she could.
"Your lily white little bottom looks so beautiful with all those lovelyred stripes I gave it. Did you enjoy getting them slave?"
"Thank you Mistress." She strolled around in front of him and took greatdelight in removing a black condom from its wrapper and rolling over her blackfemale cock in front of his eyes. Then grabbing a handful of hair, she liftedhis head and slid her black cock into his mouth saying. "This is going to beso wonderful slave. You must trust me and above all, relax." Holding his headgently in her hands and thrusting her black cock repeatedly in and out of hismouth, she said. "I know you're going to love my cock, aren't you my pet. You'llsoon see, just how much better it is than that ridiculous thing you've got." Withhis mouth completely full, he could only mumble. But it didn't matter to herwhat he said, anything she heard meant that he would.
She withdrew her cock from his mouth and trailing her buttery soft blackleather hand down his back she slowly ventured behind him, rubbing the residualcream from her white latex glove all over her black female cock as she went.Standing behind him she said.
"Can you see me in the mirror?"
"Yes Mistress I can."
"Good. Because I don't want you to miss a second of this slave! I want youto see exactly how much pleasure it gives your Mistress, to fuck a disobedientlittle wanker like you in the arse." With that she slapped his bright red strippedbehind and said. "Now relax!" She took hold of her black female cock in herwhite latex hand and slowly pressed it against the rim of his anus. He gaspedas its head slipped into him. She kept gently pushing the black phallus intoher slave, until she had its entire length buried deep inside him. Rippingthe white latex glove from her right hand, she held his hips in her butterysoft black leather gloved hands and cooing softly, she began slowly thrustingher long black female cock in and out of him.
"Tell me what you can see in the mirror slave?"
"I can see my beautiful sexy Mistress. She's standing behind me wearing hersexy black leather boots and she's fucking me Mistress."
Noting that his penis was slowly becoming erect and knowing the answer beforeshe heard it, she asked.
"Does it hurt?"
"No Mistress. It doesn't hurt at all."
"Tell me slave. Tell me how much you like it."
"I never imagined it to feel so nice Mistress." She smiled and began to slowlyincrease her rhythm. Then slapping his red stripped behind she commanded. "Say'fuck me I'm a slut'."
"Fuck me I'm a slut."
"Your my filthy little slut. Aren't you slave?" Purposely making sure thatshe was massaging his prostate gland with her dildo as her rhythm increased.
"I'm your filthy dirty little slag whore slut and I love your cock Mistress.Fuck me like the filthy dirty slag I am. Please Mistress. Fuck Me." At thispoint she stopped and said
"See how much I know about you. I knew you'd love this. Now beg me to fuckyou. You slag slut." Desperately he pleaded with his Mistress.
"Please Mistress. Please! I beg you! Please don't stop. Please fuck me! Ibeg you Mistress. Fuck me!"
"Such sweet music to my ears. Are you still watching me in the mirror?"
"Yes Mistress I am. Please fuck me like a filthy dirty slag slut Mistress.Please I beg you Mistress. Please!" Slowly she recommenced thrusting her dildoin and out of him.
"If in future, you ever feel those urges and you find yourself playing withthat disgusting little thing of yours, I want you to think of this. I wantyou to fantasise about the vision you can see in that mirror. I want you tofantasise that your Mistress is standing behind you in her beautiful sexy bootsand she's thoroughly enjoying every second, of fucking that sweet little slaghole of yours. And woe betide you if I discover that you're fantasising aboutanything else. Do you hear me slave!"
"Yes Mistress. Fuck me Mistress. I love it so much. Fuck me!" It was quiteobvious to her that he was approaching orgasm and she began to thrust him withvigour. Then she began to pound her cock in and out of his virginal littlehole.
Each time the two of them played together, it is always about her pleasure,never his. This occasion was no different to any other. She always made surethat she had it, regardless of anything he might want.
"Come on slave, fuck me back. Bounce that slag arse of yours up and downon my cock." Instantly complied with her command and began rocking back andforth in time with his mistress. She was thoroughly enjoying herself with hiships held firmly in her buttery soft black leather hands. The sound of fleshslapping together went well past his pleasurable moans and carried on and on.Eventually she fell limp on his back exhausted and groaning in ecstasy.
As her eyes slowly opened, she noticed droplets of pearly white fluid onthe floor. Momentarily she ignored it and decided to rest for a moment or two.When she finally pulled out of her slave, she unclipped his ankles, grabbedher riding crop and then unclipped his wrists from the padded vaulting horseand angrily barked.
"Get down here this instant." He quickly fell to his hands and knees andbegun kissing the toes of his Mistress's boots and thanking her for fuckinghim. A full swat of her riding crop landed on his naked behind and rang loudlythroughout the room. Her slave poured his passion over the feet of her beautifulblack leather boots, totally unaware of what he was being punished for.
She stood tall and ignored the display of passion that he was pouring uponher boots. Pointing her riding crop at the droplets of semen, she barked.
"What's this?" His eyes focused upon what she was pointing to and panic fellon his face. Another loud swat of her riding crop shattered the silence. "Howdare you!" As he quickly crawled over to it, another loud swat of her ridingcrop found its target on his behind. "Lick that up this instant. And don'tyou miss one molecule of that disgusting slime. Or my bull whip will make youwish you weren't born." Scrutinising him lap up each and every drop from thehighly polished floor with his tongue, she had fun continually harassing himwith. "You like the taste of your own cum don't you. Don't miss that one overthere. Not yet you haven't finished doing this one yet."
Sometime later and fully dressed in his street clothes, he was sipping acup of tea when she asked brightly.
"Same time next week minister?"
Beaming a huge grin, he said. "I wouldn't miss it for the world Mistress."
Pointing a finger at him, she firmly said. "Remember what I told you!"
Grinning widely, he answered. "Every night Mistress."
"You filthy dirty little slag." Still grinning, he retorted.
"No I'm not!.I'm your filthy dirty little slag Mistress."
"Indeed you are."
THE END
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