The Mistress

The Mistress, dressed in a tight black corset and thigh-high boots, exuded an aura of authority and control. Her long red nails gleamed under the soft light, matching the deep red of her lips. Her huge breasts spilled over the top of her corset. Her big ass was accentuated by black lace panties and her tanned skin contrasted beautifully with the dark lingerie. Her hair was tied up in a long ponytail that cascaded down her back. A black leather collar encircled her throat, adding to her commanding presence. Her black smoky eyes took in every part of his body with a predatory glint.

He stood before her, a 6'1" ripped man with dark hair and dark eyes. His tattooed arms was strong and muscular, his abs were defined, and his huge cock hung heavily between his legs, already swelling with arousal. His body already trembled with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Come here, My Bitch," she commanded, her voice firm and unwavering. He obeyed without hesitation. She guided him to the cross, the rough wood sending shivers down his spine as she secured his wrists and ankles to the restraints. The spread-eagle position left him completely exposed and at her mercy Running her fingers lightly over his skin. His breath hitched, and a shiver ran down his spine at her touch. "You look so perfect - ready to be used." she murmured.

He let out a soft, involuntary moan, his body trembling with anticipation. She reached down and pulled his cock hard. His cock twitched at her touch, beads of precum oozing from the tip. She caressed it gently, eliciting a low groan from his lips. Suddenly, she spanked it hard, the sharp sting making him gasp and his body jerk against the restraints. "You won't need this today," she said with a wicked smile. His eyes widened, and he bit his lip to suppress another moan.

With deliberate slowness, she applied lube to the hook, ensuring it was slick and ready. She approached him from behind, the metal hook in hand. Pressing the tip of the hook against his entrance, he tensed immediately at the cold, unfamiliar touch, a soft whimper escaping his lips. Noticing his resistance, she delivered a sharp smack to his thigh, the sound echoing in the room, and his body jolted with a mix of pain and submission. "Breathe, My Bitch," she instructed, "Let it in."

Slowly, she began to push the stainless steel hook inside him. The metal stretched his entrance in a way that was both foreign and thrilling, eliciting a gasp from his parted lips. The sensation was intense, a combination of the cool metal and the gradual pressure spreading him open. His body strained against the restraints, every muscle taut and trembling. As the hook went deeper, he moaned, the sound a blend of discomfort and unexpected pleasure. Once the hook was fully inserted, she secured the rope attached to the ring on the hook to the collar around his neck. Each time he moved or looked down, it pulled the hook deeper inside him, amplifying the sensation. He whimpered, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as waves of pleasure and pain coursed through him, his cock twitching uncontrollably in response.

Next, she selected a medium-sized butt plug, her fingers deftly applying more lube to its surface. Pressing it against his stretched hole, the combination of the hook and the plug elicited a deep, guttural moan from him. The plug slid in with ease, his body accepting the intrusion as his muscles spasmed around it. The dual sensations of the hook and the plug filling him made him shudder, his moans growing louder, more desperate. "You're doing so well," she praised, her tone almost gentle.

She reached for a flogger from the nearby table, running the leather strands through her fingers. Without warning, she brought it down sharply on his cock. The sting was immediate and intense, making him cry out, his body jerking against the restraints. Each involuntary movement caused the hook to shift deeper inside him, intensifying the sensation. His cock twitched with a mixture of pain and pleasure, precum dripping steadily.

Satisfied with his reaction, she continued her assault, alternating strikes between his cock and his chest. Each strike left a reddened mark on his skin, the sharp crack of the flogger echoing in the room. His moans grew louder, more desperate, his body writhing in a combination of agony and ecstasy.

Finally, she paused, giving him a brief moment to recover. His body heaved with exertion, the echoes of the flogger's strikes still resonating through him. She gently caressed his heated skin, her touch a stark contrast to the pain she had just inflicted. Her fingers traced the welts and marks she had left. His breath began to steady under her gentle ministrations, the harshness of his gasps slowly turning into softer, more controlled breaths. "Shhh, you're doing so well," she whispered, her voice tender and calming. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. "Just breathe."

Her hands moved with deliberate gentleness, stroking his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, and soothing the tension in his body. She placed soft kisses along his shoulders and neck, her breath warm and reassuring.

"You’re such a good boy," she murmured, her lips now trailing down his spine. The juxtaposition of her rough treatment and her gentle touch sent shivers through his body, heightening his arousal. His cock twitched, still dripping with precum, responding eagerly to the change in her demeanor. She took her time, ensuring he was fully calmed before moving on, her hands never leaving his skin, a constant reminder of her presence and control.

When she felt he was ready, she leaned back slightly, her hands still resting on his hips. "Are you ready for more?" she asked softly, her voice a mix of gentleness and authority.

He nodded, his eyes filled with trust and anticipation. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered, his voice steady.

The Mistress moved back to the table, this time picking up a strap-on. The harness fit snugly around her hips, the thick, 8-inch dildo jutting out proudly. She stroked it a few times, as if to emphasise what was coming next. The dildo was veined and lifelike, "Do you see this, My Bitch?" she asked, her voice low and commanding. "This is going to fill you up completely."

He could only nod, his eyes wide and fixed on the strap-on. The sight of it made his cock twitch, despite her earlier declaration that he wouldn't be using it. She positioned herself behind him. With one hand, she spread his cheeks apart, positioning the tip of the dildo at his entrance. "Relax," she instructed.

As he exhaled, she pushed forward, the dildo stretching him even more. The sensation was overwhelming, his body quivering with a mix of pain and pleasure. The pressure of the dildo combined with the anal hook already inside him sent shivers through his entire body. She moved slowly at first, allowing him to adjust to the size and depth. Each thrust was measured, deliberate, designed to push him to his limits without breaking him. His moans grew louder with each movement, his muscles clenching around the dildo.

"You belong to me," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Every part of you."

Her pace increased, the dildo sliding in and out of him with a steady rhythm. The combination of the hook and the strap-on was almost too much, his senses overloaded with pleasure. Each thrust pushed the hook deeper inside him, sending waves of sensation through his body. He could feel himself nearing the edge, his body tensing with the impending climax.

"Not yet," she warned, sensing his imminent release. "You will cum when I say."

She reached around to stroke his cock, her hand moving in time with her thrusts. The dual sensations were intoxicating, his moans growing louder with each passing moment. "Now," she commanded, her voice a growl of pure desire. "Cum for me, My Bitch."

With a cry, he let go, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. His body convulsed, his release spilling onto the floor as she continued to stroke his cock through his climax. Finally, she slowed her movements, and then gently withdrew the strap-on and hook. She released him from the restraints, allowing him to collapse. "You did so well," she murmured.

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with gratitude and adoration. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

She smiled, but her eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief. "Your task isn't complete yet," she said, pointing to the pool of his cum on the floor. "Clean it up. Use your tongue."

His face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as he lowered himself to the floor. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned down and began to lick up his own release, the taste salty and musky on his tongue. As he lapped at the floor, he felt the sharp heel of her stiletto press firmly against his back, a reminder of her dominance and control.

"That's right," she purred, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You look so perfect like this, on your knees, cleaning up your mess."

The pressure of her heel increased slightly, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through his body. He continued to lick the floor clean, his tongue moving over every last drop. As he worked, she picked up a leather flogger from the table. "You deserve a little extra motivation," she said, a wicked smile curling her lips. She swung the flogger, the leather strands striking his ass with a sharp sting. He gasped at the sudden sensation, his body jerking involuntarily.

"Keep licking," she commanded, her voice firm. "don't stop until it's spotless." He obeyed, his tongue continuing its task even as the flogger rained down on his ass. Each strike sent a fresh wave of pain the sensation driving him to lick faster, more fervently. When he finished, she removed her heel from his back and ceased the flogging, allowing him to rise to his feet. She guided him back to the red velvet chair, her touch both firm and gentle.