swing, so he knew better than to argue. He did his best to
position himself the way she had pointed for him to do. She
stood before him in all her glory with the cruelest instrument
of torture. He hated and loved it when Madam chose to give
him her attentions. "Now, worship my feet as you have
been taught!" he crouched farther down and began
kissing each one of her toes. She allowed him to gently suckle each
and every toe. He gave her his softest touch. When Madam
stepped back out of his reach, he obediently placed his
cheek on the floor. She wiggled the instrument of torture
at him in his line of sight. Satisfied with the tremor that
rippled across his backside, Madam slowly walked around
his prayerful form.
She knew he didn't see the cane she had picked up from the counter. She believed that she had seen him move. "Stay still!" She said as
she gently tapped the cane across his raised ass. Madam lubricated her eight inch strap on and pushed it into his dark hole. She followed the toy on to the rise of his hind
quarters. With one deep plunge she stopped to allow him
to catch his breath and adjust himself for her. She was crouched
behind her plaything. She eased his body back onto her kneeling
lap. She smiled as he rocked his ass back on her legs and then
stopped, still. With her arm around his shoulders, Madam,
could feel his breathing and a quivering of both the slightest
pain and an anticipation of how she would use him. This time,
Madam traced circles, with the tip of her cane, around his nipples and down to his now rising cock. “I knew it!"
She whispered, “My plaything is a closet homosexual.
Well, this is the only down low, you are allowed! "
She tapped the tip of her cane across the head of his cock.
Instead of going flaccid, it reared itself higher toward
her. She began to then rock in and out of him with her cock.
She knew he was where she wanted him to be. She knew he needed
her. She held on to him and rocked gently inside his stretched
depths.