Published: December 10th 2024, 12:00:15 pm
Note: After this update, I will be taking a 2-week break! Updates to resume December 31st.
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"What are you thinking, Ma'am?" the man asked me softly.
I took a measured sip from my drink, savoring the sweet and bitter taste of it on my tongue. I set down the glass on the windowsill and stepped toward him, putting a hand along his cheek. His eyelashes fluttered, and I could feel a slow smile spread across my face. I drew him down until his face was nearly touching mine and slowly slid the tip of my tongue along his lower lip. He parted his lips breathlessly and moved in to kiss me, but I moved back just the barest fraction in silent remonstration. Hold still. He obeyed. I caught his lip gently between my teeth, enjoying the shudder of tension that fanned out across his shoulders.
"I'm thinking how much I'd like to play with you on Missy's bench," I said, equally softly. "If you behave, I might even let you cum." I lowered my hand to his crotch, where I could feel the beginnings of a hard-on through the expensive material of his pants. "Would you like that? I should warn you, I'm feeling a little wicked tonight."
"I can take it, Ma'am," the man said with a little smile. "I'm not easily intimidated."
I returned his smile with one of my own. "Good."
I led the man to the padded spanking bench Missy had used that first night I'd joined her book club. A party of three was just wrapping up there, and I stood patiently, stroking my new companion and whispering lewd nothings into his ear as we waited. When they finally left, I unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the ground, baring his chest. He wore a slender silver collar with a ring. I hooked my finger into it and drew him into a kiss. He complied, wrapping his hands around my waist as I undid the zipper to his pants. Reaching for a leather cock ring, I secured it firmly around the base of his cock and balls.
I cuffed him to the bench, leaving just a little bit of room in the restraints that hung off the D-rings. He was shaved smooth like many of Missy's male guests, and I enjoyed caressing his body and feeling the contracting of his powerful muscles beneath the soft and hairless skin. He twisted his neck, attempting to follow me with his eyes as I circled the bench.
I became conscious of others' gaze as I slipped on a pair of Latex gloves and squeezed out a dollop of lube onto the anal beads. I'd never put myself and my partner so firmly in the spotlight by laying claim to this particular prop, but the choice felt right tonight—bold and daring, with only the danger of looking foolish hanging in the balance. Ignoring my thumping heart, I tossed my hair, hamming it up a bit for our audience. Setting the bottle of lube aside, I began the slow but satisfying work of loosening my partner's ass.
Remembering what Missy had told me about using speech for foreplay, I made my companion of the moment talk me through it.
"Can you feel it?" I asked him as I massaged the surrounding area, pushing the next rounded bead into his ass. "How many beads are in you right now?"
"F-four, Ma'am," gasped the man. His face had gone pink, his sweaty hair falling into his eyes. How quickly he had shed his Ivy League polish, but I reflected that there was still much further to take him. I found myself eager with anticipation at the thought.
"Would you like to try a fifth?"
"Y-yes, Ma'am."
"You big slut," I said amicably. "Very well, fifth it is. It's a good bit larger, I'm warning you."
His body initially resisted the larger size. I experienced a moment of horrifying doubt that maybe it was too large, but I took a steadying breath. Slowly, I slid a finger around where the bead met skin and muscle. I worked at the tightness of the muscles with my finger, gently alternating pressure with languid circles. Hooking a finger into his rectum, I stretched his ass wide and was rewarded with the sight of a satisfying gape. With my free hand, I pushed at the stubborn bead, and finally with a pop, it was in. His body swallowed it up greedily and the bead disappeared from sight.
Trying my best to hide my relief, I flicked the switch at the base, and the beads hummed to life. A groan of unadulterated pleasure from my companion rippled out, and I thought I could feel the envious sighs of our audience. I had done it.
Disposing of the gloves, I reached for the man's cock and began to stroke. His cock was heavy and hot in my hands. I slipped a hand up and down its length while my free hand played with his balls. I tightened my grip slowly until I heard the answering whimper of pain.
"Does that hurt?" I asked, feigning surprise.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"How much more can you take?"
"I, I don't know, Ma'am..."
"Do you want me to let go?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Do you want me to let you cum?"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
My eyes landed on my friends, who had come out to watch. Missy sat back in a chaise, Thomas between her legs. Danielle had slipped on a strap-on dildo, her arm casually draped around the shoulders of the woman she'd been playing with. She met my eyes and smiled.
I increased the power setting on the beads until touching them felt almost like touching a live wire. I relaxed my grip on my companion's balls at last.
"Try to come on your own," I suggested to him. "You've got a vibrator in your ass and my blessing. What more could you want?"
"Ma'am?"
The man turned his face towards me, his brows knit in confusion, his eyes glassy with sexual frustration. His wrists and ankles were still bound to the bench, his cock as firmly secured by its leather constraint as it had ever been. We both very well knew that the chances of him being able to orgasm without my help were close to zero.
"Try to come on your own," I said again, and then kindly, because he seemed to need a little help spelling it out, I added, "I want to see you hump the bench. Why don't you throw in a bark or two, like a good puppy." I heard the sound of Missy laughing in surprised delight, and I felt a wicked and merciless smile creep across my face. I had left Sweet Mallory from upstate back home with my cardigans.
The man's face blushed furiously, understanding my intent at last. I held his gaze steadily, letting him know there was an out if he wanted it. He shook his head, accepting the game I set before him, as I had anticipated he would.
He began to rock, grinding his cock against the leather and barking like a dog. We laughed to see him gyrate his ass, the base of the beaded rod bouncing ridiculously in the air. The longer he went at it, the closer to an orgasm he got, until his balls looked like an angry translucent balloon fit to burst. But not quite. Despite the streaks of precum that leaked from his erection, relief eluded him.
I stepped forward when I deemed he'd delivered a worthy performance. Switching off the vibrator, I undid his restraints and turned him over until he laid back against the bench, knees spread outward, facing me. His face was red with exertion, his eyes and nose watery.
"Oh, there, there," I said, patting him on the head. "If you ask me nicely, I'll let you come."
"Please, Ma'am," the man said, his voice raw and cracking. "I'm begging you. I'm ready."
Slowly, I reached for the cock strap. It dug into his skin, nearly hidden from view. Cupping his genitals firmly, I snapped it off, freeing him.
Squeezing a little more lube into my palm, I locked eyes with my companion as I stroked him. Gone completely was the quiet self-assurance he had first approached me with. The man was openly sobbing, tears pouring down his cheeks, the closer he got to his climax. And then cum was spurting out from his cock, spattering across his flushed and sweaty skin and the black leather of the bench. His chest heaved as he collapsed against the furniture's frame, knuckles whitening as he braced himself against the final ecstatic shudders of his release.
Overcome with a wave of tenderness for this man I didn't know at all, and yet now knew so intimately, I leaned over and brushed my lips against his temple. He caught my wrist in his hand, turning his reddened eyes upwards into mine.
"That...was like nothing I've experienced before," he whispered. "Thank you, Ma'am."
I had wondered what he would look like when he surrendered, and my curiosity had been answered. Even I was a little awed by this power that I had stumbled into. This exchange far surpassed anything I had experienced before. This was dominance exerted and submission received in its purest form, and I had earned it all on my own.
As I stepped away from the bench, I felt hands patting my shoulders, words praising my performance. And then Missy was there, offering me a paper towel and a bottle of disinfectant, blue eyes gleaming.
"Well done, Mallory," Missy said.
After that, I had no shortage of volunteers willing to partner with me. I'd gone from being Missy's charity case to a domme in my own right. Her friends would never look at me the same way again...and neither would I.