A Visit From My Mistress

My hand closes on the door knob, anticipation causing a sheen of perspiration on my palm, on my whole body, so I need to grip tighter than should have been necessary as I gently turn and push forward. Will you be there, will the key have transported you once more to this shared space and time, outside of the other world?

Being quiet so as not to startle, but needing to signal my presence to you so that you can know that pleasure and pleasing and homage and yearning have entered the room.

As I enter I can see the outline of your body under the pink and purple towels…lying face down, your face cradled in the hollow created by your folded arms. Yes, once more you’ve come to take the pleasure I crave to give and to take what pleasure you choose to dictate. I imagine your eyes closed, the eyelids twitching as you play images of what is to come across their inner-screen.

I close the door, calming my breathing which for a moment ceased in the realization that this was finally real, the obsessive thoughts that have plagued my waking and sleeping thoughts are about to enter the world so that I can touch, and feel them, mould the moments to match the images and inner experience and build it all for you, in this tactile world. And breathe. Calm and deep and slow.

The sunlight tumbles in from the skylights, beams picked out by the chamomile scented smoke from many candles. The warmth of the English sunshine is drawn away by the air-conditioning, cool air brushing against skin and small goose-bumps bringing nerve endings nearer to the surface, to amplify each touch and stroke, even the movement of air causing gentle tremors of peripheral bliss.

Walking across to the padded bench on which you lie so still I let my vision slide slowly across, from your downward pointing toes, the soles of your feet, ankles and lower calves…then the towels, touching and clothing the curves of you thighs, rising to create a glorious rounded pillow over your buttocks, the fall into the valley between buttocks and spine and onward until your shoulders emerge naked and smooth and tanned. The gold chain lying loosely around your neck and I can see in my mind’s eye the golden key embraced between your breasts. It had brought you here and soon would take you back, but first I have tasks to undertake. Wonderful, welcome tasks.

I look to the small table, its surface arrayed with oils and toys and a small smile tugs at my mouth, and a shiver of joyful, trembling anticipation passes through me. The toys we use and the ones you only use to tease me, to bring me to heel or to spur me to greater heights.

I pull at the narrow belt that holds my robe closed and shrug it from me so that it drops to the floor. I stand near your feet clothed only in the lacy, purple pants that you picked out for me…it seems so long ago now. My penis, half-erect, twitches wishing to awaken to the task, but it’s not yet time and I distract my thoughts to more immediate tasks. Taking the bottle of warmed oil I pour some liberally onto my palm, the pungent smell of yiang-yiang rises to my nostrils and erupts in my senses like the smell of sex itself – musty, earthy, with a sweet exotic headiness….and you catch the scent too, a slight rise of your back as you breathe it in and an almost silent sigh as you breathe out again and settle further into the bench and into your thoughts.

I take your left foot in my hands, lifting gently to bend the knee, and with firm stokes I massage the sole, using the tips of my thumbs to spread the oil across and into the spaces between toe and toe, toes and foot, lifting the bottle once more and dribbling warm oil onto your calf and holding it between both hands I push forward toward your knee, around the front of your leg and back again, a slow insistent rhythm building. Placing your left leg down I repeat the sequence on your right, allowing the oil to cover my forearms so that they are prepared. Placing your right leg down I cover your calves with towel and then lift the one from across your thighs and buttocks, my heart pounding at the sight of such lush delights, the mounds of your buttocks look firm and unyielding, but I know how they can quiver and quake when the passions take you. I quickly step out of the pants, use the step to climb carefully onto the bench, and straddle across your thighs, bringing mine into contact with your outer thigh, settling slightly so that my balls drop into the hollow between thighs and buttocks, brushing against your skin. I have to stretch to reach the bottle, bringing it around so that I can pour the still warm oil onto your thighs, holding my breath as I lean slightly forward and pour more onto each buttock in turn, watching as the oil runs in slow rivulets across the mounds and down into the crack between. You move languorously, shifting your position slightly and turning your head to the other side, as you do I hear you mutter but cannot make out what you say.

Reaching forward my hands glide over each separate mound and I push down into your firm flesh, extending my fingers in a futile attempt to take each buttock within my hands. I rub firmly with a circular, pressing motion and then start to slide forward on my palms, up onto the small of your back – stopping for a moment to pour more warm oil along the length of your spine and more onto your buttocks – then pushing gently forward again and as my hands explore more of your back my body closes in on yours, my penis slotting its length along the channel between your buttock mounds and my blood surges, tingling through my skin and thrumming, pounding into my penis, the sensation of your lubricated buttocks along its length being almost too much to bear. Your push your pelvis down onto the bench in a slow, rhythmic movement, pushing and stroking your clit against the cushioned surface of the bench.

I pull upright again, my buttocks squashing firmly against yours. Penis jutting up at forty-five degrees with blue pulsing veins winding along the length, and twitching as pre-cum appears in small droplets at the tip.

I draw my leg over and slide down from you and the bench, stand at the base and take your thighs in my hands, drawing your body smoothly across the cushioned surface toward me. You turn languidly onto your back, caught between the relaxing motion of the massage, the arousal of the scented oil – musk and sex - and the anticipation of the pleasure to come.

I kneel, my face and mouth occupying the space between thighs and cunt and I blow gently against your pussy lips, the oil providing a silky sheen to your pink skin, hinting at the juices that are yet to flow.

You clamp your thighs to the sides of my head and reach down, pushing at the back of my head, bring my mouth and lips and tongue against your cunt… and the stimulation that has gone before rises up and takes your sensations and desires with it…clamping harder on the head between your legs and pushing yourself against the licking, sucking, nipping mouth that is seeking to bury into you, deep into you being, along the thrumming length of your clit and down beyond the layers and lips of your pussy, urgent, electric, the waves of pleasure seem to build from different place.. the pit of your stomach, the tip of your clit, the base of your skull.. and then the sensations take flight along your nerves and limbs and muscles, all rushing to the same place… colliding and crashing deep within your pelvis, then falling back like waves and flowing to pussy and clit and thighs… you bite on your lip as the sensation takes charge, tensing and flexing and twitching and throbbing and then……….. a warm tingling glow envelopes you and you pull away from the lapping, bobbing head.

I startle as you pull away, the warmth of your body and the tremor of your muscles disappearing and leaving me feeling exposed and tremulous, my face wet with your juices and my breathing deep and hurried. In my efforts and your flexing and pushing, and the juices flowing into nostrils and throat, I had been breathing less and less and the dizziness had been joined by a slow change in consciousness as I was drawn into your centre….and now the cooler air hit me and I sucked the sweet smelling air, a different awareness returning as I remembered, and then realized that the next stage was to start.. my heart stopped, then skipped and skittered…… my eyed followed you as you took two steps to the tray and I knew that I was scared and eager and so, so excited…..

You look across the tray and consider. Yes, perhaps it was now time to try a new toy… one that had been teased about and threatened numerous times before, but never tried. The mention of it had become an accepted and understood signal from you.. to pay attention or else! To try harder or else! But this was the time to make it real, to test and to push the limits further than before.

You walk back toward me and touch me, pulling on a sheer velvet robe, which you let flow over your breasts and hips but do not tie, a wonderful stripe of gently tanned flesh framed by white velvet, the shadows around your vagina and lower belly accentuating the shape and the glory. To touch the nape of my neck with your palm and gently, firmly draw me up to stand , then across to the bench where, following your direction, I bend over, belly folding over the edge and penis head bumping the underside. You take your palm from my neck and I feel you take my ankle, moving it toward the leg of the bench and then fastening it there with straps. Then my other ankle. You enter my field of view from behind and walk to where you can take hold of my wrist, slipping a noose of supple leather over it, and then pulling the leather belt it is attached to tight. Then my other wrist. We have played this game before, a few strokes of a whip, raising red lattice work across my buttocks, perhaps the last few strokes biting deeper than last time, but never too much to bear. You reach from behind, up between my legs, first cupping my balls in a firm embrace and then up a little further, running velvet fingers along the length of my penis, pausing at the head to rub the dripping precum around in small circles on the sensitive tip. I pull against the restraints, testing their firmness, in doing so I confirm my helplessness. Naked, exposed and yours to do toy with. The place I so yearn to be.

You move back, licking the tips of your fingers, the precum tasting sweet. You reach out and pick up the phallus feeling its weight, rigid but with a soft, warm surface.. like skin over bone. The straps dangle from the harness and as you turn you let the dildo drop and swing, and as it comes into view you see his eyes widen and he freezes.. but then you see the relaxation, he thinks you are about to tease again.. that you will show him the dildo and speak to him of how you might one day use it. But you don’t speak. You place the phallus in front of him, where it fills his field of vision, and you walk behind him again, taking up a bottle of warm oil, which you pour copiously over his buttocks, placing the bottle neck directly against his skin at the top of his crack and letting the oil run down into it. You use your hands to smooth the oil over the globes of his arse and then, gently, probe into his anus with the tip of a finger. His body goes rigid and he turns his head as far as he is able, straining to see you.. suddenly aware that perhaps, this time, it is not the game that it has been.

You walk back round to take centre stage in his restricted line of sight.. taking up the phallus and slowly, deliberately begin to strap the harness around your waist, stroking the length of the phallus as you do so, lubricating it with your oil covered hand, taking the tip of the phallus between fingers and thumb and rolling it gently…. Just as you do his penis when the mood takes you. His eyes bore into yours, trying to judge if you are just teasing… but behind his eyes you can see the growing awareness of what is to come as he begins to realize that you are resolved to impale him… to take him as he would wish to take you… to pin him as an exhibit to your authority.. and you smile at him…

She smiles at me, and I see a new resolve in her eyes… this time this is not a passing tease… I feel a thrilling, thrumming dread, silence descends around me and my vision tunnels, excluding all except the sight of the dildo, now attached and bobbing, upright… leering at me in anticipation of the ravishment it will soon enjoy. And then I see my Mistress reach with both hands behind her neck, undoing the golden chain with the key and placing it to one side on the table and so I know that she will not be leaving soon, she will be taking her time and taking her pleasure for the hours that stretch ahead and I don’t know if my heart and soul can stand the mix of keening anticipation and the overwhelming sense of submission and surrender…..what will the next few hours bring, and how will I be changed by them?......................

You feel the erotic charge fill up your belly again, radiating out through your pussy and charging up the length of the dildo. You are aware of your own supremacy, the power to bend others to your will and to do with them as you please, and you ponder what new delights you might event in the minutes and hours ahead….