Yes, Mistress: Part Two
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By Tracy Ames
Published on January 7, 2011
I feel the softness of his lips under mine, their dancing movements luring me in. “Open your mouth” I say in my most sultry voice, nudging your lips open. I feel the hint of a smile; he knows what’s in store: I want to be pleasured and he, only he, can please me. He knows every inch of my body; of my mind; of my heart. And that’s where his strength lies; he knows me.
Our eyes lock, I hold his face up to me, my fingers splayed across his jaw line, his cheeks, I pull him closer and he leans further into me. A soft moan escapes him and he sinks into me. That’s what turns me on; I can literally taste the sweet little sounds of his surrender and drown in the small look on his face, shy yet eager to please. I gently suck his tongue and he all but purrs aloud. He’s lost to me; his pleasure is now derived from mine. “Open.” I repeat.
“Ma’am,” his says. It’s been a while, his apprehension is palpable. I start to undo his shirt buttons, very slow; I study his face, his mouth, and his eyes. “I’m a little….” his breath catches. My mouth close to his, I breathe into him, he reaches for me—I pull back, and watch the abruptness of my withdrawal fill his eyes with uncertainty. I love it. I kiss him gently, just touching my lips to his—rubbing against them, licking softly at his mouth, nudging, and tasting him. His vulnerability tears at my heart.
“Are you nervous?” I part my lips against his. His lips melt under mine, and he nods and opens his mouth to me. “Don’t be nervous, love.” I kiss him and moan in spite of myself. I place his hand on my tummy and feel my skin come alive. “Touch me…there.”
“There?” He kisses me as his hand travels lower and lower. “Right there?” He touches me frustratingly gentle—stroking the crotch of my sheer panties, his fingertip softly tickles my clit. “Shall I tease you, Mistress?”
In truth, I want to kiss him violently and ride his hand until his wrist breaks but I say, “No.” and strain to keep the venom from my tone.
“Yes, Mistress.” His fingers move my panties and find my clit. He rests his lips on mine and moans, “Oh my God” as he slips within the wetness of my folds. I stroke his cock and fuck his fingers.
“Make me cum.” I breathe ragged—my wetness runs down his hand. I force his eyes to mine; the sound of my pussy pulls him farther and farther into subspace. His cock is on autopilot, spilling pre-cum as I demand it. “Make Mistress cum on your hand like a good boy.”
“Yes, Mistress…” His eyes unfocused, his voice cracks. Harder and faster he concentrates on his fingers inside me. “Please cum on me, Mistress.” His head falls to my shoulder in surrender.
His pumping hand sends streams of inarticulate cries from me. I tremble, arch my back, grab a fist full of his hair and pull his lips to mine—I gift him my orgasm hard, loud, and forcefully.
“Thank you Mistress,” he said without being prompted, kissing me softly back to my senses and tells me how much he love me. There is something in his voice. I look into his hooded eyes: he’s still in subspace—lost within himself, he still tends to my needs. Damn, he’s been trained well! There are times I even impress myself.
“Up over my knee,” I rise and bend him over my lap. My hand lands hard on his bottom. His cock swells with each smack. His tiny whimpers drive me mad. “Stroke your cock.” Smack! Smack!
He strokes and trembles.
“Faster.” My hand falls—his ass turns a deep berry hue. “Faster.”
“Yes,” He shakes and strokes uncontrollably
“Slower,” He obeys my command despite his overwhelming need to cum. I rub his warm flesh. “Very good.” Smack! My hand falls and he jumps. I lean close to his ear. “You’ve been so very good. Don’t you think so?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You know what I have planned for you?” I caress his well-toned thighs, and then rub my fingertips over the pre-cum slick head of his cock. “Tonight I’m going to use you. Would you like that?”
“More than anything.” His muscles tense and he begins stroking his cock. “Use me. Whatever you want, Mistress.”
I lick his ear. “I will.” Smack! He jumps. “Don’t cum, dearest.” Smack! Smack!
“Oh God!” He groans in pleasure.
“Stroke yourself for me,” Smack! “But don’t cum.” Smack!
“Please, Mis…stress, please…stop, I’m close…” he begs.
“Stroke.” Smack! Watching him struggle to heed my demands makes me dipping wet. I want him inside of me. “Enough.” I stand, shove him down on the bed and straddle him, and pin his arms above his head before his catches his bearings. He cock stands at attention, poised at pussy.
“Oh shit,” he says, the realizations of what’s about to happen sinks in. I smile, savoring his confusion—his vulnerability is incredibly hot. I can see him mentally bow at my feet.
I hold his wrist firmly with one hand and take his face in the other. I love watching his face as his cock plunges into me fully. We both groan as I take him deep and begin riding his cock with hot and quick rhythm—I push and tilt my hips inconceivably toward pleasure—again and again and again—short and fast strokes—deep and then shallow—again and again! I watch his face and dare him to cum in me. His arms above his head, I lean down and bite the nook of his neck. His gasps reverberate against the walls of my pussy. I want to tear him to pieces!
“Mistress!” He bucks his hips as if he wants me to stop but I ride him even harder. “Please Mistress! Stop…don’t…I…can’t…” He holds my gaze, watching me, willing me on yet begging me to stop.
“Don’t cum,”
“But...,” he begins then stops. “Whatever you want, Mistress,” he says through deep breaths and clouded eye. He’s gone—fully engulfed in subspace—neither here nor there; his head spins knowing he’s being used—knowing he’s thoroughly working my pussy.
I grind down on him, using his cock for three earth shattering orgasms.
“Mistress, may I…oh God…I can’t stop…please. I’m….very close,” he pants.
“No.” I place my hand flat on his chest, my walls close tightly around him. “Gaaawwdd!” my orgasm tears through me leaving my throat burning. I slow but don’t stop riding him. I press my lips hard on his—my hips quicken as our kiss deepens. His desire rising—he moans—my hips sway faster—our tongues are ravenous—he cries for release—deeper and faster, I move. “Cum inside of me.”
Somewhere suspended between want and need, every muscle in his beautiful body engages and his cum fills me. Feral, visceral cries shake him from the inside out—his voice fluctuates between human and beastly, desperation seizes and releases him.
“Breathe, darling.” I say calmly kissing his cheeks. He shivers and his eyes are still clouded, unfocussed, and unresponsive. I kiss every inch of his face, and then his lip—I don’t stop until he returns my kisses. “Hi there, beautiful,” I smile lovely, and then kiss him again. “Welcome back.”
"Yes, Mistress" began as a short starter written for a friend. However, it's now a HOT story onto itself. Grab some water and enjoy….it’ll have you screaming “Yes, Mistress!”
Sinfully Satisfying: Contains physical lights-on, explicit sex scenes.
Sinfully Satisfying: Contains physical lights-on, explicit sex scenes.
Yes, Mistress: Part Two
I feel the softness of his lips under mine, their dancing movements luring me in. “Open your mouth” I say in my most sultry voice, nudging your lips open. I feel the hint of a smile; he knows what’s in store: I want to be pleasured and he, only he, can please me. He knows every inch of my body; of my mind; of my heart. And that’s where his strength lies; he knows me.
Our eyes lock, I hold his face up to me, my fingers splayed across his jaw line, his cheeks, I pull him closer and he leans further into me. A soft moan escapes him and he sinks into me. That’s what turns me on; I can literally taste the sweet little sounds of his surrender and drown in the small look on his face, shy yet eager to please. I gently suck his tongue and he all but purrs aloud. He’s lost to me; his pleasure is now derived from mine. “Open.” I repeat.
“Ma’am,” his says. It’s been a while, his apprehension is palpable. I start to undo his shirt buttons, very slow; I study his face, his mouth, and his eyes. “I’m a little….” his breath catches. My mouth close to his, I breathe into him, he reaches for me—I pull back, and watch the abruptness of my withdrawal fill his eyes with uncertainty. I love it. I kiss him gently, just touching my lips to his—rubbing against them, licking softly at his mouth, nudging, and tasting him. His vulnerability tears at my heart.
“Are you nervous?” I part my lips against his. His lips melt under mine, and he nods and opens his mouth to me. “Don’t be nervous, love.” I kiss him and moan in spite of myself. I place his hand on my tummy and feel my skin come alive. “Touch me…there.”
“There?” He kisses me as his hand travels lower and lower. “Right there?” He touches me frustratingly gentle—stroking the crotch of my sheer panties, his fingertip softly tickles my clit. “Shall I tease you, Mistress?”
In truth, I want to kiss him violently and ride his hand until his wrist breaks but I say, “No.” and strain to keep the venom from my tone.
“Yes, Mistress.” His fingers move my panties and find my clit. He rests his lips on mine and moans, “Oh my God” as he slips within the wetness of my folds. I stroke his cock and fuck his fingers.
“Make me cum.” I breathe ragged—my wetness runs down his hand. I force his eyes to mine; the sound of my pussy pulls him farther and farther into subspace. His cock is on autopilot, spilling pre-cum as I demand it. “Make Mistress cum on your hand like a good boy.”
“Yes, Mistress…” His eyes unfocused, his voice cracks. Harder and faster he concentrates on his fingers inside me. “Please cum on me, Mistress.” His head falls to my shoulder in surrender.
His pumping hand sends streams of inarticulate cries from me. I tremble, arch my back, grab a fist full of his hair and pull his lips to mine—I gift him my orgasm hard, loud, and forcefully.
“Thank you Mistress,” he said without being prompted, kissing me softly back to my senses and tells me how much he love me. There is something in his voice. I look into his hooded eyes: he’s still in subspace—lost within himself, he still tends to my needs. Damn, he’s been trained well! There are times I even impress myself.
“Up over my knee,” I rise and bend him over my lap. My hand lands hard on his bottom. His cock swells with each smack. His tiny whimpers drive me mad. “Stroke your cock.” Smack! Smack!
He strokes and trembles.
“Faster.” My hand falls—his ass turns a deep berry hue. “Faster.”
“Yes,” He shakes and strokes uncontrollably
“Slower,” He obeys my command despite his overwhelming need to cum. I rub his warm flesh. “Very good.” Smack! My hand falls and he jumps. I lean close to his ear. “You’ve been so very good. Don’t you think so?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You know what I have planned for you?” I caress his well-toned thighs, and then rub my fingertips over the pre-cum slick head of his cock. “Tonight I’m going to use you. Would you like that?”
“More than anything.” His muscles tense and he begins stroking his cock. “Use me. Whatever you want, Mistress.”
I lick his ear. “I will.” Smack! He jumps. “Don’t cum, dearest.” Smack! Smack!
“Oh God!” He groans in pleasure.
“Stroke yourself for me,” Smack! “But don’t cum.” Smack!
“Please, Mis…stress, please…stop, I’m close…” he begs.
“Stroke.” Smack! Watching him struggle to heed my demands makes me dipping wet. I want him inside of me. “Enough.” I stand, shove him down on the bed and straddle him, and pin his arms above his head before his catches his bearings. He cock stands at attention, poised at pussy.
“Oh shit,” he says, the realizations of what’s about to happen sinks in. I smile, savoring his confusion—his vulnerability is incredibly hot. I can see him mentally bow at my feet.
I hold his wrist firmly with one hand and take his face in the other. I love watching his face as his cock plunges into me fully. We both groan as I take him deep and begin riding his cock with hot and quick rhythm—I push and tilt my hips inconceivably toward pleasure—again and again and again—short and fast strokes—deep and then shallow—again and again! I watch his face and dare him to cum in me. His arms above his head, I lean down and bite the nook of his neck. His gasps reverberate against the walls of my pussy. I want to tear him to pieces!
“Mistress!” He bucks his hips as if he wants me to stop but I ride him even harder. “Please Mistress! Stop…don’t…I…can’t…” He holds my gaze, watching me, willing me on yet begging me to stop.
“Don’t cum,”
“But...,” he begins then stops. “Whatever you want, Mistress,” he says through deep breaths and clouded eye. He’s gone—fully engulfed in subspace—neither here nor there; his head spins knowing he’s being used—knowing he’s thoroughly working my pussy.
I grind down on him, using his cock for three earth shattering orgasms.
“Mistress, may I…oh God…I can’t stop…please. I’m….very close,” he pants.
“No.” I place my hand flat on his chest, my walls close tightly around him. “Gaaawwdd!” my orgasm tears through me leaving my throat burning. I slow but don’t stop riding him. I press my lips hard on his—my hips quicken as our kiss deepens. His desire rising—he moans—my hips sway faster—our tongues are ravenous—he cries for release—deeper and faster, I move. “Cum inside of me.”
Somewhere suspended between want and need, every muscle in his beautiful body engages and his cum fills me. Feral, visceral cries shake him from the inside out—his voice fluctuates between human and beastly, desperation seizes and releases him.
“Breathe, darling.” I say calmly kissing his cheeks. He shivers and his eyes are still clouded, unfocussed, and unresponsive. I kiss every inch of his face, and then his lip—I don’t stop until he returns my kisses. “Hi there, beautiful,” I smile lovely, and then kiss him again. “Welcome back.”