Stranger at the Door II

After the tremors and quivering had subsided I looked between us down the length of our bodies. He had picked up his own rhythm and had managed to almost deep throat the phallus. I looked up and discovered that he had taken in almost half the candle with out any protest. I slowly slid the candle out. It was tapered and I knew the thicker end was needed. I turned the candle and placed the larger end against his asshole. It was flat and thick but he was well oiled and in need of further stimulation.

He started to push back against my fisted hand until he learned the diameter had changed. He tried to inch forward and I grabbed one ball and twisted. The look of pain on his face caused an orgasmic after shock and I shivered. I shoved the candle in leaving only a few inches. A precious few. He gasped and a tear slid down his cheek. I thrust my hips to remind him of the task at hand. He eagerly began to lick and suck once more forcing the fake cock down his throat. Tears began to flow freely as he nearly gagged himself each time.

I pulled the candle out and slid it in faster, back out and then slowly in. I would alternate my pace keeping him in constant ecstatic pain. His cock trembled and tiny drops would fall from the tip at each thrust. I slid the candle almost to the end and twisted that poor testicle again. His dick jumped and he barely disguised the minute thrust of his pelvis. He was going to thank me for this for many years to come.

I lifted my head from the pillow and bit the skin that encased those smooth, soft stones. He moaned around the mouthful of silicone and I knew I had him. I placed one foot on the back of his head and pushed him down, the candle moved in and out of him faster, harder than before. I bit and pinched his balls. I watched in fascination as they grew red and full. His skin glowed that beautiful shade of pre-ejaculation red. Tears continued to fall.

"Don't cum." my voice was rough and angry softened by that purr. He shook with an effort to contain it. His arms trembled and the muscles in his thighs jumped and twitched. His eyes were squeezed shut and sweat stood out on his forehead. I continued to force him to take all of the phallus into his mouth with my toes now the only reminder. He began to rock back and forth on his hands and knees. I only had to make sure the candle did not slip completely inside.

I laughed as I trailed the tip of one nail down the length of him. That was enough. I stared as his dick pulsed and spilled. It seemed a never ending fountain. We both knew he would be paying for his performance. He groaned and sobbed together, trying to hide the sound from me. I flicked the head of his cock and slapped his ass at the same time. I moved out from under him and slapped first one cheek and then the other. All four cheeks were rosy.

I stood before him and glared down the front of my dress. He crawled to my feet and kissed the tops of them. Without permission he began to unbutton the dress. I swatted his hands. He whimpered. I bent over his kneeling form and pulled the candle from between his cheeks. In this position he could once again smell the Chinese Rain and my desire.

"Start at the top, only teeth, don't let it soak through" they were the old fashioned hook and eye sort of buttons. He would never beat the liquid that even now had reached my skin. He sobbed quietly at the impossibility of the task. Slowly he made his way down releasing each button. The dress fell to the floor as I let the material slither from my shoulders. He gazed lovingly at my face. I smiled at him and let him read what was to come in my eyes. He blushed.

There were sticky patches on my chest and belly. He looked at each of them too embarrassed and humiliated to move. I pinched the nipple that had bruised slightly the nails digging in a bit. He sighed resigned to the fact that I was in control. It was my will that brought him pleasure and my will that brought him pain. I mixed the two at my fancy and he reveled in the sensation.

"Lick it" again that blush and I collected a tear on the tip of my finger. His eyes grew large as I kissed the drop from his eye and licked my lips. The first caress of his tongue was tentative and quick. I coaxed him with the toe of one boot poised over his balls. He took it as the treat it was meant to be and started in earnest.

His tongue was long and firm short and soft. He savored every bit of his own fulfillment making his way down the length of my body. Seeking every last drop. My skin grew warm. I sat in the chair once again, naked but for the boots and the strap on. Slowly I removed the instrument of his undoing. He watched never missing a move. The disappointment was clear in his eyes and the pout of his lips.

I took a new toy down from the shelf and handed it too him. It was a double ended strap on complete with a leather harness to make for hands free fun. I watched as he turned it over in his hands. Stroking both of the dildos attached to it. He marveled over the one for me. It was a rich deep purple and had been made from the mold of a former favorite. The one intended for him made the candle look like a matchstick. It matched the lovely shade of mine. He swallowed in fear and anticipation.

The look he gave me was filled with terrified, humiliating need. I stroked his cheek and ran my fingers through his hair. I brought out the rope and ball gag as well. The ends of the rope caressed him and I let him feel the weight of the gag. The ball was the same rich purple as the dildos. It added to the feeling of possession. He would be filled with items of my choosing. He would experience joyful tears and beg for me to own him completely. To rule his every thought and experience. Think for him and tell him what to feel. He would surrender all.

I set the toys back on the shelf and strolled to the door. I glanced down at the floor and his clothes. His eyes filled with tears as he crawled to the door. I pulled him to his feet and opened a drawer in the dresser beside me. I selected my favorite and handed him the tiny article. It was a pair of women's g-string panties. They were pink lace and matched the color in his cheeks as he blushed.

I dressed him like a child holding the panties out so he could step into them. I took my time in sliding them up his legs. Once they had been firmly adjusted his head poked out from the top. The waist band of the panties coming close to cutting into the delicate skin. I handed him a box from another drawer. I watched him balance it in one hand and his clothes in the other.

"Practice." I told him flatly and closed the door.