Oh shit. She wants to turn me into a sub. I’ve got to play along if I want more. I do.
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Do you have any hard limits, Chase?”
“I have a few, no scat, no blood, no permanent marking, no cutting, no bodily harm that would cause an impairment. Everything is safe and consensual. That’s it. Oh, one more thing, I don’t like to ejaculate, unless I specifically say that I want to.”
“I can work with that. I want you to come to my house next Saturday. Be willing to give yourself to me to play with as I see fit until I’m ready to have you make love to me in the way I want you to. Can you do that?”
“No question. I’m in.”
“I’ll see you next Saturday at 2:00 pm.”
~
In the week between their meetings, Chase and Brigid had long conversations. They discussed their histories, likes and dislikes, spirituality, art, music, even sports. There were some differences and many commonalities.
When Chase arrived at Brigid’s house in Pasadena, she instructed him to go to her playroom, take off all his clothes, and kneel in front of her throne chair. He assumed the kneeling, submissive position, knees spread as far apart as he could, hands resting on his thighs, palms up.
He looked around at what she called her playroom. The first thing he noticed was that there was no black in the room. Everything was earth tones, natural woods, and colors. There were even plants hanging in corners. The room had a beautifully finished wooden St. Andrew’s Cross and a massage table with attachment points. A device like a sawhorse for flogging and sex, and a rope and pulley system for suspension. Her throne was a leather upholstered chair with fat leather armrests that extended out a little further than the body of the chair.
Clenching his PC muscles, building the sexual charge, anticipating that whatever she would want to do to him would take him higher into that transcendent space. He remembered the deep phone conversations they had, discussing Tantra and sexual spirituality. Few women he’d met could go that deep. Could there be some potential for a deeper relationship here? That thrilled him even more. She was smart and great looking, a superb catch.
She came into the room and stood before him, naked. Her beautiful, trim figure accented her hairless pussy. A hint of pink inner labia showed through her outer lips, right at his eye level, calling to him. His cock throbbing at the sight of her.
Noticing his twitching cock, she said, “It seems you like what you see.”
“Brigid, you are a goddess. You take my breath away.”
“Thank you. Now stand up. Put your arms down by your side. I want to look at you. Turn around, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks.”
He felt shy as he bent and spread. His glutes were tight and firm from the workouts he did almost daily. He had used bleaching cream on his butt, so his anus was clean and pink.
“Nice butt. Now flex your anal sphincter.”
He pushed out and clenched in, as his anus winked at her.
“I’ll be having some fun with that little hole later,” she said, smiling to herself. “Now let’s get this party started.”
She sat on the edge of her chair, crossed one leg over the other at her knee, and said, “Kneel up and scooch over here closer to me. I want you to make love to my feet. Suck my toes like you were sucking my nipples, lick all around, and take as much of them into your mouth as you can.”
Chase maneuvered into position, sunk back on his heels, and took her foot into his mouth, focusing on her toes. He sucked and licked until she pulled it away and gave him the other foot.
“Suck it.”
He put her big toe into his mouth.
“Do all of those toes and get them very wet because they’re going in your ass.”
You’ve got to be kidding me. She’s going to put her foot in my ass?
When he looked closer, he noticed she had narrow feet that weren’t any bigger than some of the other things he had stuffed in his ass. He slobbered as much saliva as he could on her foot. She pulled her foot away and said, “Turn around and put your ass up and bring it back until I tell you to stop.”
Chase did as she asked until he could feel her foot in his ass crack.
“Back a little more.”
She could easily slide her big toe into his anus, and she pumped it in and out. He loved the exotic sensations in his sphincter and thrust his hips back to meet her toe. She pushed down to stop his thrusting and worked the rest of her toes into his anus. When she got about half of her toes in, she started working her foot in and out until she got most of the foot in.
God, she’s fucking my ass with her foot. Kind of humiliating, but it feels good. At least she has small feet.
As she used her right foot to invade his anus, she started tapping his balls with her left foot, just hard enough to make him feel right on the edge of actual pain.
She wiggled her foot around in his rectum, “Can you feel my toe on your prostate?”
“Yes, it feels good.” He pushed back into her.
Her hand found its way down to her crotch. She pressed her hand against her whole vulva, feeling her clitoris awakening and her labia expanding. Her juices were seeping out of her swelling pussy and her breathing quickened a little. She could see that he was leaking fluid as well, making a small puddle of pre-cum on the floor. She put her left foot on his butt cheek and pulled her right foot out of his ass.
“Do you remember I told you, if you spilled any jism on my floor, there would be serious punishment?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Well, there it is. Punishment earned. You better lick that up before it dries.”
Chase was not happy about licking the floor, but it wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever had to do, and besides, the hardwood floor was spotless, like everything else in the room.
When he finished his task, she had him crawl over to her chair where she was sitting with one leg crossed over the other.
“Position yourself so that your balls are resting on top of my foot.”
When he got into position, she lowered her leg and told him, “Start stroking your cock. You can look at my tits or my eyes. I want you to get to the edge, but don’t cum. Tell me when you are close. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She gave him a jar of Albolene and said, “Use this for lube, and get started.”
He began rubbing his cock. As he looked at her tits, she reached up and pinched her nipples, pulling them out and up, moving her breasts around. Cupping them and pushing them out toward him. This sensuous display had him throbbing and breathing hard as he started leaking more pre-cum.
She reached over to a side table for a lightweight leather strap, like a belt with a handle. The sound of leather hitting flesh echoed through the room as she swung the strap, striking his hip and wrapping for a solid blow on his butt cheek. The impact was mild and only stimulated him, and she sped up her strokes. She put nice pink marks on each of his pale butt cheeks as he continued to stroke his cock.
Blood rushed to his cock, making it hard and engorged. He knew the edge was close, slowing his stroke to keep himself right on the brink. He was in that state of euphoria. His whole body was tingling. The sight of the beautiful woman in front of him and the feelings of being connected to her were beyond ecstatic. He was barely moving his hand now, not wanting to go over the edge. He was shocked out of his rapture as she kicked him lightly in the balls.
“I want to bring you down from the edge a little. Don’t stop. We can keep this up for a long time,” she said.
Once his erection diminished somewhat, she stopped kicking him in the balls, and resumed spanking him with the strap, and he resumed stroking.
Diabolical, she was playing him like a musical instrument, and he liked her tune. He was happy to notice that she had used the top of her foot when kicking his balls and not the toes. That could have been painful rather than pleasurable. He wondered how long he could go on.
He didn’t want to go over the edge because the sensations were incredible. The feeling of the strap slapping his ass added an extra sensation that was pleasurable pain. This woman was taking him past anything he had ever experienced, and he was determined to keep pace with her no matter where she led him.
He forced himself to breathe deeply, visualizing the energy coming up his spinal column from his cock into his brain, down through the tip of his tongue, which was touching the roof of his mouth, opening the channel down to his heart. He would hold that energy there and give it back to her when they were sexually connected.
Rubbing his cock once again got him to where his whole body expanded, and he felt like he was filling the room with his energy.
“I’m at the edge, Mistress,” he said.
“Put your hands behind your head and hold your position.:
She began kicking him in the balls again, not hard, but hard enough to refocus his attention. She increased the strength of her kick until she could see that his erection was softening a little. The sensations were amazing. He couldn’t explain how being kicked in the balls was a turn-on.
Although it wasn’t making him harder, it was taking him deeper into that ecstatic place where nothing mattered except the sensations in his body. It made him feel like his whole being was focused on his cock and balls, and it deeply bonded him to her. He could sense that she was totally present with him and reading his energy.
When she stopped kicking him, she told him, “Keep stroking. I want to see how much you like being on the edge for me.”
He picked up his speed as she strapped him harder and faster. The sensations were overtaking him and again the pressure was building. His whole body was thrumming, reaching for that orgasmic release. He could see her breasts swaying as she applied each stroke of the strap and he had to stop, or he was going to cum.
“Edge Mistress,” he cried.
“Don’t cum. Don’t stop. Just a little further. Hold out for me.”
He could only last a few seconds longer.
“Please, mistress.”
“OK, stop. Hands behind your head.”
She shortened her grip on the strap and brought it up between his legs, hitting directly on his balls. The pain doubled him over and he moaned.
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