“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Kelly says, drawing the plastic sword out of her drink and pinning the cherry between her teeth.
“I certainly didn’t intent to mislead you,” Alex says, smoothing the front of her perfectly tailored black skirt. She crosses her arms under her breasts forcing them to fill the V of her shirt. Kelly did have to admit that they were impressive breasts. She drags the cherry off the sword and closes her pink lips to consider.
“We can shake hands, I’ll pay the bill, and part as friends, if that’s what you prefer.” Alex says this with a coolness that is tinged with promise. Kelly can tell that Alex does what she says she’ll do. Desire tingles and climbs Kelly’s spine.
“I didn’t say that,” Kelly says, sucking her blue drink through the straw and blushing when she finds her eyes once again trailing to Alex’s breasts. “It’s just that I’ve always been with men, and I assumed that Alex was short for, well, you understand.”
Alex smiles and a chill of anticipation shoots through Kelly. When she speaks, her voice almost flat. “If you’re worried, don’t be. I can fuck you just as hard as any man.” She lifts her glass of bourbon, tinkling the ice for a moment before taking a solid drink. “This is a trial for both of us, you know. I’m not entirely sure you’ll satisfy me.”
Her words cut through Kelly, touching her greatest insecurity. Her cheeks flame and she bites her lower lip. “I’d like the opportunity to at least try to please you.”
Alex smiles behind her bourbon, and Kelly can’t help but feel that Alex got exactly what she wanted, and that she usually does. She considers Kelly for a long moment, eyebrow raised.
“Alright,” Alex says finally. “Text me your address and have Friday night free,” she say, gesturing to the waiter, who comes promptly to their table. Alex slides a $100 out of her black hand bag and hands it to the waiter, waving him just as quickly away. “I’ll send you instructions,” she says and stands from the table. Without a backwards glance, she leaves Kelly sitting at the table feeling vulnerable, excited, and wet. Alex never touched Kelly, and her sudden absence leaves Kelly longing for her touch. Just as the door closes on Alex, Kelly hurriedly sends her address.
Kelly spends all week, anxiously awaiting a text from Alex that never comes. Friday morning, a large box arrives at Kelly’s apartment. It’s wrapped in brown paper and has nothing on the outside except her address. Her breath catching in her throat, Kelly carefully breaks the seals and withdraws a thick black card board box with a fitted lid. Breathing harder still, Kelly lifts the lid. On top of the paper is an envelope of thick white paper. The card inside reads:
Be at the address below at 6pm tonight. Wear this exactly. Transgressions will be punished. -Alex
With trembling fingers, Kelly tears the tissue paper and when she sees what’s inside, she gasps.
At 5:40, Kelly steps onto the front step at the address Alex indicated. It is a huge beautiful house, in a neighborhood that is so nice Alex would feel uncomfortable standing here in her best dress, let alone what she’s wearing now.
In the box had been a pair of black patent leather spiked heels, a largish men’s rain coat, a pale pink push-up bra, a matching pale pink fluffy tutu, and a black leather collar and leash. Kelly stands on the stoop for a full three minutes trying to gather the courage to knock. She feels terribly awkward with the tutu squished inside the coat, itching her legs and tickling her bare pussy. The shoes and tutu fit her remarkably perfectly but the push-up bra is too small. Her breasts are spilling out of the cups, the top of which cut directly into the middle of her nipples. The collar is around her neck, just tight enough that she can easy breath, but no more. The leash dangles down the front of her body between her breasts.
Kelly is breathing hard and she knows her cheeks are pink when she rings the bell. After a terrifying minute of silence, The huge wooden door opens and Alex is standing there, pristine in a perfectly pressed white blouse and black tailored skirt. She is wearing nude leather heels. In her hand is a bourbon on the rocks, and when Kelly’s eyes finds Alex’s, she is surprised to see that Alex looks mad.
“You’re early,” she says and flicks her hand, gesturing for Kelly to enter. Suddenly shivering, Kelly hurries inside. “I thought,” Alex says in that cool tone, “that I told you to be here at 6.”
“Um… You did. I… I was just nervous and excited and I didn’t want to be late,” Kelly says, her voice rising.
“Mistress,” Alex says.
“What?”
“I demand politeness in my house,” Alex says stepping closer to Kelly, circling her in a menacing way. “You will clearly need to learn manners,” Alex says, her voice getting softer as she speaks. “When you address me, you will call me Mistress or mommy. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Kelly begins, her voice quavering, and then quickly adds, “mistress.”
Alex makes a sound of disappointment and adds, “Follow me.”
Kelly follows her to a study that is dimly lit by a crackling fire and a single green glass lamp on the desk. Alex goes to stand behind the desk. “Take off your coat and hang it over there,” she says, indicating a coat rack. Kelly slips the coat off, exposing the too small bra and tutu. Kelly shivers as she teeters to the coat rack, blushing furiously. She has done this kind of thing before, but she has never felt so exposed. Her pussy is completely wet already.
When she turns back towards Alex, Alex isn’t even looking at her, but flipping through some pages on her desk. “Come,” she says and Kelly does, as quickly as she can.
Without looking up, Alex says, “Lean over my desk for your punishment.”
Kelly begins to pant. “I… I’m sorry mistress, but what am I being punished for?”
Alex takes a deliberate sip of her bourbon and says, “I said, bend over the desk.” Kelly is shaking as well as panting and as she bends over the desk, the surrounding air of the room tickling her exposed pussy. Kelly’s cheeks flush in embarrassment, knowing that Alex will notice her wet lips. “Straighten your legs,” Alex says, coming to stand behind Kelly. She does, making her round bottom rise, presenting herself to Alex.
For a long moment, Alex is silent and Kelly can’t see her. Kelly’s knees begin to quake in nervous embarrassment. She is almost in tears, her pussy soaked and her hard nipples scraping against the desk. Finally when she can’t take it any longer, Kelly glances over her shoulder to find that Alex isn’t even looking at her round ass. She’s reading something on her phone!
Kelly blushes even more furiously and turns her face to press her forehead to the desk. Alex meanders over to her desk chair and takes a seat. For eight whole minutes, she works on something at her desk. Kelly lays across the desk, her ass in the air, for the whole time. When the clock above the door clicks to 6 pm, she sighs and stands from the desk. “Now,” she says, leaving her phone on the desk and coming to stand behind Kelly. “We can begin.” Once again she is silent, but this time, Kelly can feel her gaze burning into her back side. “I must admit,” Alex begins. “Despite my initial disappointment, your ass is delicious looking.
“I certainly didn’t intent to mislead you,” Alex says, smoothing the front of her perfectly tailored black skirt. She crosses her arms under her breasts forcing them to fill the V of her shirt. Kelly did have to admit that they were impressive breasts. She drags the cherry off the sword and closes her pink lips to consider.
“We can shake hands, I’ll pay the bill, and part as friends, if that’s what you prefer.” Alex says this with a coolness that is tinged with promise. Kelly can tell that Alex does what she says she’ll do. Desire tingles and climbs Kelly’s spine.
“I didn’t say that,” Kelly says, sucking her blue drink through the straw and blushing when she finds her eyes once again trailing to Alex’s breasts. “It’s just that I’ve always been with men, and I assumed that Alex was short for, well, you understand.”
Alex smiles and a chill of anticipation shoots through Kelly. When she speaks, her voice almost flat. “If you’re worried, don’t be. I can fuck you just as hard as any man.” She lifts her glass of bourbon, tinkling the ice for a moment before taking a solid drink. “This is a trial for both of us, you know. I’m not entirely sure you’ll satisfy me.”
Her words cut through Kelly, touching her greatest insecurity. Her cheeks flame and she bites her lower lip. “I’d like the opportunity to at least try to please you.”
Alex smiles behind her bourbon, and Kelly can’t help but feel that Alex got exactly what she wanted, and that she usually does. She considers Kelly for a long moment, eyebrow raised.
“Alright,” Alex says finally. “Text me your address and have Friday night free,” she say, gesturing to the waiter, who comes promptly to their table. Alex slides a $100 out of her black hand bag and hands it to the waiter, waving him just as quickly away. “I’ll send you instructions,” she says and stands from the table. Without a backwards glance, she leaves Kelly sitting at the table feeling vulnerable, excited, and wet. Alex never touched Kelly, and her sudden absence leaves Kelly longing for her touch. Just as the door closes on Alex, Kelly hurriedly sends her address.
Kelly spends all week, anxiously awaiting a text from Alex that never comes. Friday morning, a large box arrives at Kelly’s apartment. It’s wrapped in brown paper and has nothing on the outside except her address. Her breath catching in her throat, Kelly carefully breaks the seals and withdraws a thick black card board box with a fitted lid. Breathing harder still, Kelly lifts the lid. On top of the paper is an envelope of thick white paper. The card inside reads:
Be at the address below at 6pm tonight. Wear this exactly. Transgressions will be punished. -Alex
With trembling fingers, Kelly tears the tissue paper and when she sees what’s inside, she gasps.
At 5:40, Kelly steps onto the front step at the address Alex indicated. It is a huge beautiful house, in a neighborhood that is so nice Alex would feel uncomfortable standing here in her best dress, let alone what she’s wearing now.
In the box had been a pair of black patent leather spiked heels, a largish men’s rain coat, a pale pink push-up bra, a matching pale pink fluffy tutu, and a black leather collar and leash. Kelly stands on the stoop for a full three minutes trying to gather the courage to knock. She feels terribly awkward with the tutu squished inside the coat, itching her legs and tickling her bare pussy. The shoes and tutu fit her remarkably perfectly but the push-up bra is too small. Her breasts are spilling out of the cups, the top of which cut directly into the middle of her nipples. The collar is around her neck, just tight enough that she can easy breath, but no more. The leash dangles down the front of her body between her breasts.
Kelly is breathing hard and she knows her cheeks are pink when she rings the bell. After a terrifying minute of silence, The huge wooden door opens and Alex is standing there, pristine in a perfectly pressed white blouse and black tailored skirt. She is wearing nude leather heels. In her hand is a bourbon on the rocks, and when Kelly’s eyes finds Alex’s, she is surprised to see that Alex looks mad.
“You’re early,” she says and flicks her hand, gesturing for Kelly to enter. Suddenly shivering, Kelly hurries inside. “I thought,” Alex says in that cool tone, “that I told you to be here at 6.”
“Um… You did. I… I was just nervous and excited and I didn’t want to be late,” Kelly says, her voice rising.
“Mistress,” Alex says.
“What?”
“I demand politeness in my house,” Alex says stepping closer to Kelly, circling her in a menacing way. “You will clearly need to learn manners,” Alex says, her voice getting softer as she speaks. “When you address me, you will call me Mistress or mommy. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Kelly begins, her voice quavering, and then quickly adds, “mistress.”
Alex makes a sound of disappointment and adds, “Follow me.”
Kelly follows her to a study that is dimly lit by a crackling fire and a single green glass lamp on the desk. Alex goes to stand behind the desk. “Take off your coat and hang it over there,” she says, indicating a coat rack. Kelly slips the coat off, exposing the too small bra and tutu. Kelly shivers as she teeters to the coat rack, blushing furiously. She has done this kind of thing before, but she has never felt so exposed. Her pussy is completely wet already.
When she turns back towards Alex, Alex isn’t even looking at her, but flipping through some pages on her desk. “Come,” she says and Kelly does, as quickly as she can.
Without looking up, Alex says, “Lean over my desk for your punishment.”
Kelly begins to pant. “I… I’m sorry mistress, but what am I being punished for?”
Alex takes a deliberate sip of her bourbon and says, “I said, bend over the desk.” Kelly is shaking as well as panting and as she bends over the desk, the surrounding air of the room tickling her exposed pussy. Kelly’s cheeks flush in embarrassment, knowing that Alex will notice her wet lips. “Straighten your legs,” Alex says, coming to stand behind Kelly. She does, making her round bottom rise, presenting herself to Alex.
For a long moment, Alex is silent and Kelly can’t see her. Kelly’s knees begin to quake in nervous embarrassment. She is almost in tears, her pussy soaked and her hard nipples scraping against the desk. Finally when she can’t take it any longer, Kelly glances over her shoulder to find that Alex isn’t even looking at her round ass. She’s reading something on her phone!
Kelly blushes even more furiously and turns her face to press her forehead to the desk. Alex meanders over to her desk chair and takes a seat. For eight whole minutes, she works on something at her desk. Kelly lays across the desk, her ass in the air, for the whole time. When the clock above the door clicks to 6 pm, she sighs and stands from the desk. “Now,” she says, leaving her phone on the desk and coming to stand behind Kelly. “We can begin.” Once again she is silent, but this time, Kelly can feel her gaze burning into her back side. “I must admit,” Alex begins. “Despite my initial disappointment, your ass is delicious looking.
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Kelly doesn’t like the possible meanings of that statement and her knees quake a little.
“Count,” Alex says, and before Kelly can even comprehend, she feels a hard crisp slap on her left bottom cheek. Kelly cries out and instantly feels three sharp slaps on top of the first. “Slut, I didn’t say cry. I said count. Let’s begin again.”
Slap. “One,” Kelly says, her voice quavering.
Slap. “Two.”
Slap. “Three.” And so on until Kelly says “Twenty five,” and she tears are pouring from her eyes and she is sure that her ass is strawberry red. Alex laughs and says, “Now your ass is really pretty. Almost pretty enough to take a picture.” Kelly’s shoulders begin to shake. Alex says, “Let’s see, what would make your ass perfect? Hmm.”
Alex opens her desk drawer and withdraws a black tube which Kelly thinks is a vibrator, but when she glances over her shoulder she sees it’s only a tube of deep red lipstick, and for a moment, she feels relieved. But it’s soon gone, when, after applying it to her already ruby lips, Alex says, “Spread your ass.”
With shaking hands, Kelly complies. With held breath, Kelly waits, trying not to totally clench her star. After a moment, she feels Alex’s cool, moist lips as she presses a perfect kiss right on Kelly’s tight star. Kelly inhales sharply, but bites her lips before she can make any more sound that might upset Alex. She can feel her nails dig into her own sore ass cheeks trying to keep herself open for Alex’s pleasure.
“Now,” Alex says, laughing softly. “Now your ass is finally pretty enough for a picture.” Alex picks up her phone from the desk and walks behind Kelly again. Almost immediately, Kelly hears the ‘click.’ She isn’t sure which is more embarrassing, the tears spilling from her eyes, or the wetness sliding from the lips of her pussy down the inside of her leg.
“You know, my pet, I’m can see how wet your cunt is. Only a dirty little slut gets turned on when her ass is spanked. Are you a dirty little slut?”
“I…I…” Alex digs her hand into Kelly’s hair and yanks her up to standing. Kelly cries out in surprise. Alex turns her so they are facing one another. Alex is a few inches taller, a fact she uses to her advantage here. She slaps Kelly hard across the cheek and says, “I thought I told you to refer to me as Mistress or mommy.”
“I’m sorry mistress,” Kelly cries, the tears starting up again. Alex smiles and with her free hand, plucks Kelly’s right nipple from the tight bra and pinches. At the same time, she leans forward and licks the tears off of Kelly’s cheek.
“I’ll let that one slide,” she smiles again, and Kelly feels a wave of fear move through her. She releases Kelly’s nipple, her hand still deep in Kelly’s hair. She kisses Kelly and Kelly can’t help but the kiss back. Alex slides a finger between the folds of Kelly’s slippery pussy as she continues to kiss her. Kelly’s thighs quiver and she moans softly at the growing pleasure of Alex’s fingers caressing her throbbing clit. Alex pulls Kelly’s head back and withdraws her fingers. She brings her fingers up and paints Kelly’s own wetness on her lips. “Lick your lips, slut.”
Kelly nervously draws her tongue over her plump lips, tasting herself. Alex laughs sharply. “You are a slutty little whore.” Kelly blushes and cuts her eyes away. Her clit is throbbing and nipples hard as diamonds.
“Please,” she whimpers.
Alex slaps her face again and says, “Shut. Up. Whore.” She withdraws her hand from Kelly’s hair and catches up the leash around her neck. “On your hands and knees.” Kelly lowers herself down to kneel beside Alex, her cheeks burning in humiliation. Alex takes something out of her desk drawer and drops elegantly down behind Kelly. She slides two fingers into Kelly’s pussy and then yanks on the leash, momentarily cutting off Kelly’s air. She squeaks but clamps her lips shut. Confused and throbbing, Kelly arches her back and is rewarded with Alex’s cold tongue squarely on her star. A firework of pleasure explodes in Kelly.
Alex licks and kisses Kelly’s star, and Kelly imagines the red kiss from earlier smearing around, coating the inside of her ass even as Alex’s fingers slowly circle her clit. She is panting hard when Alex asks, “Are you ready baby?” Kelly feels something cold pressing against the tight opening Alex had just been kissing. Kelly starts to pant in silent fear. “Just relax. You’re and slut so if you just relax, this should be easy for you.”
Slowly, Alex slides a small metal plug into Kelly’s ass. It’s cold and it hurts but it also feels confusingly good. “That’s a good girl,” Alex whispers, as she taps the top of the plug with her finger. “Now crawl,” Alex says, as she rises to her feet and leads Kelly by the leash across the expanse of a deep soft Persian rug.
Kelly has been with a lot of men who have dominated her, but not once had any of them taken her ass. Alex, without asking, without thinking, claimed Kelly. Kelly feels like the sexiest little obedient slut in the world. Her swollen pussy is throbbing and each time she lifts her hip, she can feel the plug inside her and before she is half way across the rug, she can feel her whole body teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
When Kelly is right in front of the sofa, Alex pulls the leash to halt her. On the sofa is a large purple vibrator. Kelly begins to shake, but she barely has time to worry because Alex retrieves it and, holding the leash firm so that Kelly must arch her back to breath, slides the vibrator mercilessly into Kelly’s throbbing wet pussy.
Kelly can’t help the cry of ecstatic pain that escapes her lips. She is rewarded with a sharp slap on her ass. She bites her lips, but the orgasm is boiling within her and she begins to shake.
“Not yet,” Alex says softly, and Kelly knows she isn’t allowed to cum yet.
“Please Mistress,” She whispers. “Please may I cum?”
Alex laughs sharply and in addition to the plug and the vibrator, Alex slides a finger over Kelly’s engorged clit. Kelly bites her lip and clenches her fingers in the soft carpet. She can’t hold it much longer. Just when she thinks she will break into pieces, Alex says, “Alright slut. You may cum.”
In that instant, Kelly’s whole body contracts and arches in a hard, bone deep orgasm. She cries out, throwing her head back and pinching her own nipple. The moment she does, Alex withdraws the dildo and Kelly feels one final sharp slap right on her wet pulsing clit. The pain mixes with the pleasure and a final wracking twist of orgasm takes her.
When the aftershocks cease, Kelly collapses into the carpet, her ass, still filled with the metal plug is still up, having not yet received permission to move from her hands and knees. After panting and trying to recover herself, Kelly looks up as flops down into the sofa in front of Kelly, crossing her long elegant legs. She has her phone again, and she says, not even glancing at Kelly, “Don’t you have something you’d like to say to me?”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,” Kelly says, barely above a whisper. She is exhausted and the plug in her ass is starting to take over her thoughts. She wants to take it out, but is scared to. She wants to ask Alex to do it, but she knows she isn’t allowed to ask. She doesn’t know what to do, or what Alex has in mind for her, so she stays, quietly, on all fours, awaiting her Mistress’ instructions.
Alex huffs and her phone makes a sound. “Well,” she says, finally glancing at Kelly. “You did well tonight. I just sent the picture of your pretty ass to my wife. You’ll meet her next Friday.”
Kelly doesn’t like the possible meanings of that statement and her knees quake a little.
“Count,” Alex says, and before Kelly can even comprehend, she feels a hard crisp slap on her left bottom cheek. Kelly cries out and instantly feels three sharp slaps on top of the first. “Slut, I didn’t say cry. I said count. Let’s begin again.”
Slap. “One,” Kelly says, her voice quavering.
Slap. “Two.”
Slap. “Three.” And so on until Kelly says “Twenty five,” and she tears are pouring from her eyes and she is sure that her ass is strawberry red. Alex laughs and says, “Now your ass is really pretty. Almost pretty enough to take a picture.” Kelly’s shoulders begin to shake. Alex says, “Let’s see, what would make your ass perfect? Hmm.”
Alex opens her desk drawer and withdraws a black tube which Kelly thinks is a vibrator, but when she glances over her shoulder she sees it’s only a tube of deep red lipstick, and for a moment, she feels relieved. But it’s soon gone, when, after applying it to her already ruby lips, Alex says, “Spread your ass.”
With shaking hands, Kelly complies. With held breath, Kelly waits, trying not to totally clench her star. After a moment, she feels Alex’s cool, moist lips as she presses a perfect kiss right on Kelly’s tight star. Kelly inhales sharply, but bites her lips before she can make any more sound that might upset Alex. She can feel her nails dig into her own sore ass cheeks trying to keep herself open for Alex’s pleasure.
“Now,” Alex says, laughing softly. “Now your ass is finally pretty enough for a picture.” Alex picks up her phone from the desk and walks behind Kelly again. Almost immediately, Kelly hears the ‘click.’ She isn’t sure which is more embarrassing, the tears spilling from her eyes, or the wetness sliding from the lips of her pussy down the inside of her leg.
“You know, my pet, I’m can see how wet your cunt is. Only a dirty little slut gets turned on when her ass is spanked. Are you a dirty little slut?”
“I…I…” Alex digs her hand into Kelly’s hair and yanks her up to standing. Kelly cries out in surprise. Alex turns her so they are facing one another. Alex is a few inches taller, a fact she uses to her advantage here. She slaps Kelly hard across the cheek and says, “I thought I told you to refer to me as Mistress or mommy.”
“I’m sorry mistress,” Kelly cries, the tears starting up again. Alex smiles and with her free hand, plucks Kelly’s right nipple from the tight bra and pinches. At the same time, she leans forward and licks the tears off of Kelly’s cheek.
“I’ll let that one slide,” she smiles again, and Kelly feels a wave of fear move through her. She releases Kelly’s nipple, her hand still deep in Kelly’s hair. She kisses Kelly and Kelly can’t help but the kiss back. Alex slides a finger between the folds of Kelly’s slippery pussy as she continues to kiss her. Kelly’s thighs quiver and she moans softly at the growing pleasure of Alex’s fingers caressing her throbbing clit. Alex pulls Kelly’s head back and withdraws her fingers. She brings her fingers up and paints Kelly’s own wetness on her lips. “Lick your lips, slut.”
Kelly nervously draws her tongue over her plump lips, tasting herself. Alex laughs sharply. “You are a slutty little whore.” Kelly blushes and cuts her eyes away. Her clit is throbbing and nipples hard as diamonds.
“Please,” she whimpers.
Alex slaps her face again and says, “Shut. Up. Whore.” She withdraws her hand from Kelly’s hair and catches up the leash around her neck. “On your hands and knees.” Kelly lowers herself down to kneel beside Alex, her cheeks burning in humiliation. Alex takes something out of her desk drawer and drops elegantly down behind Kelly. She slides two fingers into Kelly’s pussy and then yanks on the leash, momentarily cutting off Kelly’s air. She squeaks but clamps her lips shut. Confused and throbbing, Kelly arches her back and is rewarded with Alex’s cold tongue squarely on her star. A firework of pleasure explodes in Kelly.
Alex licks and kisses Kelly’s star, and Kelly imagines the red kiss from earlier smearing around, coating the inside of her ass even as Alex’s fingers slowly circle her clit. She is panting hard when Alex asks, “Are you ready baby?” Kelly feels something cold pressing against the tight opening Alex had just been kissing. Kelly starts to pant in silent fear. “Just relax. You’re and slut so if you just relax, this should be easy for you.”
Slowly, Alex slides a small metal plug into Kelly’s ass. It’s cold and it hurts but it also feels confusingly good. “That’s a good girl,” Alex whispers, as she taps the top of the plug with her finger. “Now crawl,” Alex says, as she rises to her feet and leads Kelly by the leash across the expanse of a deep soft Persian rug.
Kelly has been with a lot of men who have dominated her, but not once had any of them taken her ass. Alex, without asking, without thinking, claimed Kelly. Kelly feels like the sexiest little obedient slut in the world. Her swollen pussy is throbbing and each time she lifts her hip, she can feel the plug inside her and before she is half way across the rug, she can feel her whole body teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
When Kelly is right in front of the sofa, Alex pulls the leash to halt her. On the sofa is a large purple vibrator. Kelly begins to shake, but she barely has time to worry because Alex retrieves it and, holding the leash firm so that Kelly must arch her back to breath, slides the vibrator mercilessly into Kelly’s throbbing wet pussy.
Kelly can’t help the cry of ecstatic pain that escapes her lips. She is rewarded with a sharp slap on her ass. She bites her lips, but the orgasm is boiling within her and she begins to shake.
“Not yet,” Alex says softly, and Kelly knows she isn’t allowed to cum yet.
“Please Mistress,” She whispers. “Please may I cum?”
Alex laughs sharply and in addition to the plug and the vibrator, Alex slides a finger over Kelly’s engorged clit. Kelly bites her lip and clenches her fingers in the soft carpet. She can’t hold it much longer. Just when she thinks she will break into pieces, Alex says, “Alright slut. You may cum.”
In that instant, Kelly’s whole body contracts and arches in a hard, bone deep orgasm. She cries out, throwing her head back and pinching her own nipple. The moment she does, Alex withdraws the dildo and Kelly feels one final sharp slap right on her wet pulsing clit. The pain mixes with the pleasure and a final wracking twist of orgasm takes her.
When the aftershocks cease, Kelly collapses into the carpet, her ass, still filled with the metal plug is still up, having not yet received permission to move from her hands and knees. After panting and trying to recover herself, Kelly looks up as flops down into the sofa in front of Kelly, crossing her long elegant legs. She has her phone again, and she says, not even glancing at Kelly, “Don’t you have something you’d like to say to me?”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,” Kelly says, barely above a whisper. She is exhausted and the plug in her ass is starting to take over her thoughts. She wants to take it out, but is scared to. She wants to ask Alex to do it, but she knows she isn’t allowed to ask. She doesn’t know what to do, or what Alex has in mind for her, so she stays, quietly, on all fours, awaiting her Mistress’ instructions.
Alex huffs and her phone makes a sound. “Well,” she says, finally glancing at Kelly. “You did well tonight. I just sent the picture of your pretty ass to my wife. You’ll meet her next Friday.”
