Slippage

I had only ever once experienced the devilish fetish of having my ass licked out. 1

A young man, not much older than myself had taken it upon himself as a gesture of true appreciation to show me the pleasures I could feel from not only having me secret dome explored, but my blissful cinnamon rim.2

Since that day I had never had the chance to feel the sensation of a mans hot breath trailing down my ass cheeks, the tip of his fiery tongue rolling around my rim or the orgasmic release of his molten tip entering, pushing and probing my tight virgin hole.3

Tonight I reined. Tonight I was the master, the mistress. Tonight I was in control and as I watched my first victim being restrained with leather and rope a small smile of satisfaction and contentment washed over my face as I myself prepared for my fantasies to unravel.4

“ Is he ready?” I asked my assistant as she clad my wrist in chains, attaching me to my the bars above my open window.5

I looked out below to the empty streets, the dark alleys complimenting the shady sky, the haunting night, hiding the stars that had vanished behind the depravity of masked full moon.6

“Yes Master” my pet responded stepping behind me. Her hands wrapped around the chains, pulling and tugging to make sure my restraints were secure.7

James stepped into my bedroom. His hands wrapped in ropes, his legs locked in leather and steel. I watched anxiously, trying to keep my power and control while my pet James to the floor before my ass and pulled back his hair revealing the fear and arousal glistening in the the candle light. 8

“Is this where you want him Master,” my pet asked yanking James hair back further. Her fingers stroking his rugged, unshaven face, her own body jerking in arousal in the heat of my plans.9

I nodded, arching my back so that my ass stuck out before his face.  10

“I have him right where I want him. Let him go and stand back. Do not touch yourself and do not further help us in my domination. Just stand back and watch. Is that understood?” I questioned keeping my eyes focused on James as they narrowed, the fear of uncertainty growing in his expression.11

“Yes Master,” she replied obediently, her eyes lingering over my body. Her teeth clamping her bottom lip.12

I was naked, dripping in sexual sweat from the furious heat that lingered in the room, acting like a sauna for my sexual appetites. I loved it when I could feel my sweat dripping down my body: down my full mountain breasts, my perking nipples, the curves of my stomach, my aching slit and my tight rim.13

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I knew she wanted to disobey me, I knew she wanted in, but she would not dare define me and that was my intention.15

“You,” I growled pushing my body closer to James, my legs now evenly spread. My pussy tingling and squirming as my juices mingled with my sexual sweat. 16

“Eat me,” I demanded feeling James breath hot against my smooth supple ass cheeks. “Taste me you filthy shit whore.”17

James immediately obeyed my generous demands. His cheeks pushes against my own. I bit my bottom lip hard, feeling my teeth break the skin, a small amount of blood filling my mouth, settling on my tongue.18

I loved the taste of carnal desire. The violation of my sins. The taste of blood as it swirled with my molten saliva and dripped down my chin revealing the evidence of my urgent needs.19

I could feel his tongue hitting my rim. The flavor of my arousal dripping around the tip as he softly rotated it around as best as he could restrained, sliding his tip inside my craving hole, inching its way towards my release.20

I gripped the cold steel tightly, my nails trailing furiously across its disturbing exterior. I let out a series of guttural groans and strangled moans, feeling him release his tongue from my hold, breathing heavily in caution. 21

Immediately frustrated, my cave throbbing and near to a heavy climax. I turned to face James who was sitting still, wiping my acid of his lips and chin.22

Anger washed over me. My power had been denied. James had been disobedient, her had disregarded my rules and now he had would be severely punished for even thinking about stopping without my permission.23

“Did I say you could stop?” I screamed frightening James. “Did I tell you to stop what you were doing?”24

James shook his head.25

“I-I- need to stop,” he stammered moving back.26

“Stop,” I growled looking at my pet, my eyes narrowed in fury.27

“You will stop when I tell you to stop, not before. Do I make myself clear? Do you understand the meaning of slavery you sniveling Fucking bitch?”28

James nodded, edging toward my ass again. He understood, he learned quick, but I was not about to weaken and let my power fade to Grey, his negligence unpunished.29


“Don't you are even think about it filth,” I said sharply closing my legs, standing up as best as I could against the window.30

I looked at my pet. Her eyes widened in excitement, her hands against the wall, nails trailing. She was fighting the urge to initiate the situation.31

“Get this pathetic excuse for human existence out of my face and tie him to the wheel,” I ordered ushering my pet towards James with my ferocious eyes.32

“Yes Master,” she complied grabbing his hair once again, dragging him into my torture room.