couldn’t do anything but mumble ‘yes’ before she had thrust her rounded ass into my face and demanded: ‘Give it your tongue. I want it hard and tight. Now!’
Thrusting my fingers into her now dripping wet pussy and my tongue into her tight asshole, I could feel my own clit tingling and begging for release.
She ordered: ‘Don’t you dare come until I do, bitch, or you will not be allowed to suck my cunt for a month! You just keep finger-fucking me good and give me that tongue all around my ass like the good little slave you are.’
She breathlessly began to force herself back onto my tongue and fingers hard. She increased her rhythm until she was fucking herself onto me. I was nothing but her personal ‘ass and cunt dildo’ and I loved every minute of it.
My own cunt was clenching hard trying to achieve the release it ached for, but I continued to turn my focus from my own tingling pussy to that of my mistress. I could feel her tightening around my fingers. She reached back to hold my head in place as she thrust back onto me to push my tongue and fingers in deeply one final time before she shouted out her release. Sweating from holding my own orgasm, I could only shake and hold onto her tightly until I could bring my breathing under control.
‘You really are a greedy slut, aren’t you? I bet you could come just from tonguing my ass, couldn’t you?’
I could only pant, ‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘Prove it!’ she yelled. ‘You may lick my ass, but you may not touch either my cunt or your own.’
Grabbing hold of her hips, I began to rock myself into a fucking motion with my tongue penetrating and withdrawing from her ass rhythmically. Picturing how she always withdrew her dildo from my pussy almost to the point of pulling completely out and then thrusting hard and deep into me again, I mimicked this same pattern with my tongue and her ass.
Each time my tongue would push into her ass, my hips would thrust down onto the bed and rub my own clit against the harsh texture of the blanket that was still on the bed. How I wished I had a cock for just one minute and could feel the tight ridges of her ass muscles clenching around my hard erection as I forced it deep inside her virginal ass. If only I could force my tongue to swell and fill her tighter and deeper. I wanted to crawl inside her. I wanted to feel her pussy from the inside out. I wanted to fuck her like she fucks me.
‘Fuck me with your tongue. Feel me suck you deep into me. I feel you ready to come. Yes, come for me, little one. That’s it – oh, you are so ready to come for me, aren’t you?’
I could only grab her hard, pull her deeper onto me and thrust my clit one final time against the bed before I felt the deep and violent explosion rock me. Crying out, I stretched up trying to ride out the crest of the wave as it washed over me. She didn’t give me time to think before she reached back to grab me by my hair and pulled me up to where she lay. She thrust me onto my back and demanded that I tell her to whom I belonged.
‘You, Mistress,’ I said. ‘There is only you.’
‘That’s right,’ she said, ‘and I don’t ever want you to forget it.’
She forced three fingers into my still quivering wet cunthole and began to finger-fuck me hard. I rode her fingers and grabbed her ass to pull her harder and deeper into me. She didn’t give me time to breathe as she thrust her tongue into my mouth and began the same assault on my mouth that her hand was doing to my pussy.
Again the crest of an orgasm overtook me so forcefully that I instinctively grasped at her wrist in a silent plea for her to cease her torment and allow me to ride out this orgasm gently.
My nails dug deep into her wrist.
I could feel her pulse beating erratically beneath my fingertips.
My cunt was desperately sucking on her fingers, seeking a final stretch of closure from the most recent orgasm.
‘I can feel your pussy sucking my fingers like it was its favourite cock,’ she said, ‘but it is your mouth that should be sucking my cock dry.’
She pulled her fingers from my sopping pussy and pressed them to my lips.
‘Open up, little one, and taste your sweet cunt on my fingers. Lick them dry like the good little slut girl you are.’
I sucked on her juice-soaked fingers. I drew them deep into my throat and thrust my tongue in between each finger to make sure I had sucked off every bit of it.
‘Good girl,’ she said, ‘now go bring me my pants and pick up the clothes you so sloppily threw on the floor in your greedy haste to please me.’
I brought her jeans from the floor and turned to pick up my own pair that I had tossed next to them.
So absorbed was I in my task that I had neither seen her remove the belt from the loops of her jeans nor heard the soft whistle of the leather as it swung through the air in an arc toward me. It was not until I felt the sharp sting and heard the loud crack of the soft leather on my ass that I remembered that I had not told her about the dishes I hadn’t done that day. But she had remembered.
Remembered with a vengeance, apparently, from the feel of the sudden heat on my ass. I stood up and turned toward her with shock in my eyes.
‘I can see you thought I had forgotten, hadn’t you?’ she said.
I could do nothing but shudder.
‘Did you think I would forget with your little game that I gave you a task to complete and that you had completely disregarded my request today?’
‘N-no, I just …’
‘You just what? Don’t try to get yourself out of it now. You knew what you would get if you didn’t have them done today, didn’t you?’
‘Yes, Mistress, but I tried to explain …’
‘No buts!’ She cut me off. ‘None, that is, but yours. Now, get over here, put your hands up in the air and spread your legs out. Take your punishment like a good little girl. You don’t want to make this any worse than it already will be, do you?’
Numb, I walked over to where she stood, put my hands up over my head and spread my legs out in a solid stance.
She grabbed my wrists and held them together over my head so I wouldn’t be tempted to try to cover ass with them or to ease the pain in any way. Without warning she began the assault on my ass and thighs, all the while reciting my transgressions. I could do nothing but dance from one foot to the other while listening to the litany of my sins fall from her lips. I had not only not done the dishes, I had purposely disobeyed a direct request, refrained from telling her that I had disobeyed that same request, overstepped my bounds to demand that I be allowed to please her, plotted a seduction without asking permission first, come without asking permission, and stopped her hand from continuing to thrust into my pussy during the last orgasm because I had decided I was done. At this last sin she began a furious rhythm with the belt on my now fiery ass.
‘Whose pussy is it?’ she demanded.
‘Yours, Mistress,’ I managed between gasps of pain.
‘That’s right. And who decides when it comes?’
