He kneaded her feet with care, wanting to please her completely. Raising her foot toward his mouth, he looked up at her inquiringly. At her nod, he began to gently lick and suck on one delicate toe and the sound of her pleasure told him he was on the right track. He moved from one to the next, losing himself in his task. The touch of her foot against his cock shook him back to attention.
She used the instep of her foot to stroke the length of his cock, bringing him to a state of hardness again. She noticed that he was done with her other foot, so she switched and allowed him to continue with her left foot. She tickled at his balls with her toes and smiled as he struggled to maintain his attention on the massage. After a few more strokes, she drew her foot back.
He had just begun to wrap his tongue around her smallest toe when she spoke.
“Rise and stand here in front of me,” she commanded.
Wordlessly, he rose and waited.
“Take one step closer and widen your stance.”
The adjustments made, he tried to keep the twitching of his cock at bay and his mind off the images that were swirling in his head.
“You did a lovely job with my foot massage,” she said, taking a bottle of lube from her bag.
“Thank you, Mistress. I’m so happy you enjoyed it,” he said, watching her invert and squeeze some of the bottle’s contents into her palm.
“I did, and I know I’m going to continue to enjoy you this evening.” Her slick hand wrapped purposefully around his cock and began its slow course upward to the tip and then downward to the base. He stood quietly, biting his lower lip, as she repeated the action again and again.
“I do enjoy it when you demonstrate self-control,” she told him, her eyes fixed on his. “Are you enjoying this, my boy?”
He took a deep breath before attempting to speak, hoping his voice would not quiver.
“Oh, yes, Mistress…very much.” That hadn’t been too bad.
She stroked him harder and a bit faster and asked, “And what about now?”
He opened his mouth, but only a moan escaped, as he struggled to stay on his feet.
“Yes, that’s what I thought,” she said, smiling. She slowed her hand to its previous pace and he gave silent thanks. It was torture to be aroused like this again and again—but it was sweet torture, and the last thing he wanted was to end it by slipping over the edge before she gave permission.
He noticed that her hand slowed even further, barely grazing his skin now. Still, a fine stream of fluid had begun to run down the underside of his stiff cock—he could feel it as her fingers spread it around.
Sensing that she might be ready for something else, he pushed other thoughts aside so that he would be ready to obey.
“Leaking for me…I love that,” she murmured as she moved her hand down to his balls. Her fingertips grazed his sensitive skin and her hand closed around him. Gentle caressing and squeezing followed, and all he could do was stand before her with his legs spread. He could feel the drops of fluid spilling down his hard shaft.
“Hmm, what if I do this?”
She released his full sac and deftly moved her fingers behind it, sliding them into the crevice there. The lube she had applied made them slide freely and he felt her finger circling his opening.
“Oh, Mistress, please,” he said, his voice quivering.
“You’re going to have to do better than that, my boy.”
“Please,” he began again, “use your fingers on me, Mistress.”
She shook her head.
“Better than that.”
He swallowed hard, knowing she was fucking with his head as well as his body. He found it so hard to ask for what he wanted sometimes—and maybe that was why the Dominant role was always more comfortable for him. In that role, he could simply take what he wanted. That wouldn’t work now, though.
He took a deep breath and spoke.
“Please, Mistress, use my ass…fuck me with your fingers…I need you.”
His body was shaking and he longed to reach out and touch her, to let her feel his vulnerability. He kept his place, though, and waited for her response.
She stood, smiling, and moved behind him. Her arm encircled him, her hand resting over his racing heart, her cheek against his back.
“Fuck you with my fingers, boy? Just my fingers?”
“It’s not for me to say, Mistress. Any way you want. I am here for your pleasure.”
He could feel her breath on his skin as her hand moved from his chest up to his shoulder and around to the back of his head. Her fingers twisted into his hair and she bent him over the edge of the bed.
He knew she was going to the corner of the room where the toys were waiting on a shelf inside the chifferobe. He heard the sounds of things being moved around and the soft padding of her feet as she returned to him.
“First, we need this,” she said, slipping a blindfold over his eyes. “Then, this.”
She encircled his wrists with the restraint cuffs attached to the bed, and tugged the straps that raised his arms toward the head of the bed, securing him.
“Now we’re ready,” she announced.
He heard her, but it was as if she was speaking through a wad of cotton. His body was floating and drifting; everything seemed to be happening slowly. He knew this place, this space he so rarely visited, the core of his submission. He would not raise objections, nor ask questions now. She owned him completely.
As she opened the bottle of lubricant, she could sense a deep quiet settling over him. She walked to the side of the bed, looking at his face—eyes closed, mouth opened slightly, muscles relaxed. She leaned in next to his ear.
“All is well?”
“I’ve got you, my lovely boy. Enjoy the ride.”
Returning to the bottom of the bed, she pushed his legs apart and stood between them. Squirting the lube onto her fingers, she ran them up and down the crevice of his ass, spreading it around. He quivered and gasped, then settled down again.
She picked a glove up from the bed and slid it onto her left hand, being sure to let it snap so he would hear it. She swore she heard him whimper softly then.
Applying more lube to the glove, she let her fingers sweep up and down several more times before letting the middle one come to rest over his tight, dimpled opening. With gentle but steady pressure she let her fingertip move in a small circular motion, coaxing him to relax.
This was not a new experience for him; they had played this way many times and she knew how much he enjoyed it. He knew what to do to maximize his pleasure, and she felt him breathing and relaxing his muscles in order to admit her probing finger. It wasn’t long before she was able to add her index finger and begin some slow and easy pumping.
His breathing changed, and it was like the movements of a symphony to her. Her fingers created a soft, slow introduction before moving into the quicker, more rhythmic patterns. His body reacted as she played him and she watched with delight. At first, he was still and quiet, stretching just a bit. As she continued to pleasure him, he began to rise up from the bed, presenting his ass to her, responding to her movements. He spoke softly, but there was fierceness in his voice.
“Oh Mistress, yes…I love to feel you like this, inside of me,” he exhaled. “I…I need you so much…need to be yours…to be owned by you…mmmmm.”
“I know you do, my sweet. I’ve got something else for you now, so that you’ll know that you are mine completely.”
His breath came in ragged shudders as she worked her fingers in and out of him, and he whined as he felt them withdraw. In the next moment, however, his whining became moans of ecstasy as she pressed her strap-on deep inside him.
“Now, my own, I’m going to give you exactly what you need,” she purred, pushing with her hips.
“Please what, my sweet?”
“Oh, god…fuck me like your slut,” he cried out.
“Mmm, yes, that’s exactly what I have planned. I want you to do as I tell you.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he moaned, writhing in front of her.
She smiled, feeling a deep sense of well-being and control that touched her core.
“I want you to carefully roll onto your back now.”
He whimpered a bit, but began to maneuver himself into the requested position, keeping the dildo inside of him with her assistance. They moved like it was a familiar dance.
“Good boy. Relax now for a moment.”
She took hold of his hips and dragged him toward the bottom of the bed then lifted his legs, resting them on her broad shoulders. Satisfied, she reached up and removed his blindfold.
“Eyes on me, boy.”
He opened his eyes and locked them on hers.
Gazing down upon him, she began to work the dildo in and out of him. His body was quivering, and she turned her face to the right to plant kisses along the inside of his calf.
“Such a good boy for me,” she murmured. “And such a needy slut.”
His back arched at her words and she could feel him moving back against her harness.
“Yes, Mistress…so needy.”
She picked up the pace a bit, pressing deeper, letting him feel her control as well as her urgency. Moving her hand between his legs, she squeezed his balls and ran her nails over the skin. He stiffened and growled, and that drove her wild.
Building to a feverish pace, she reached out and wrapped a hand around his cock, now stroking and pounding him at the same time. She could feel his legs shaking against her and her heart was pounding in her chest. They were teetering on the brink together.
“I think perhaps I’ll slow down for a bit,” she informed him.
“No! Mistress, please, I can’t…I beg you, fuck me as hard as you wish, but don’t stop!”
That tripped the final breaker in her head, and she grabbed his legs and fucked him with total abandon, her whole body engaged. Her hand flew up and down his throbbing shaft and the movement of her hips was like a raging tide. He screamed and moaned and submitted to her every whim while she roared and conquered him.
“Give it to me, boy…I want all of you,” she demanded.
With that, every wall fell and the waves rushed in, rolling over both of them. His pleasure exploded, covering her hand like a fountain. His cries echoed off the walls and lingered in her ears, even as she slowed her motions. The sound and sight of him sent a bolt to her brain, and the aftershocks rippled through her body and took away her ability to think.
When her eyes cleared, they were both still and silent. She stirred herself, whispering reassurances and endearments to him as she slowly withdrew her toy. He moaned, and she quickly moved to free him from the restraints that held him, rubbing his hands and lowering his arms to his sides. Grabbing a blanket from the chair, she covered him and slid onto the bed next to him, encircling him with her arm.
“So good, my neshama. So pleasing. Breathe. I am with you.”
He moved his head to rest on her breast, his breathing becoming more regular and quiet. His eyes were closed, and she stroked his cheeks and forehead with one finger, soothing him. The minutes passed, but they were not counting.
Writer of erotica, educator, facilitator, active switch and polyamorist, Skye’s introduction to the scene was late but incredibly satisfying–sort of like pizza delivery! When she’s not crafting her newest sensual story, she can be found at live events on the east coast, flying around the virtual world facilitating discussions about online and real time BDSM, and reading the latest research on kink. You can find more of her writing at her site, The Moonlit Pillow.