Birthdays with a Mistress

Literotic asexstories – Birthdays with a Mistress by K74c3y,K74c3y
This was my birthday present. I had paid in advance, set aside the entire weekend, and was going to enjoy myself.

And yet my heart pattered in trepidation, wondering if I was really ready.

I glanced around the front of the building only to find it looked normal. Like any other building on this side of downtown. Gray and nondescript. Just a sign—-Angelo’s—-and the doors and windows were covered like many others were. No one could possibly guess what this place was on the inside.

Maybe that was true for most of us.

Straightening my skirt, I inhaled deeply before opening the door and hurrying inside. There were lowlights set in the back corners that kept the place dark. But then it came to life. My breath caught. Red and pink lights flickered from the ground. A dark desk was set up in the corner with a curtain fluttering behind it. Someone stepped through it and took a cool glance my way.

“Charity Hawkins?”

I nodded, not quite having found my voice yet.

What a beautiful person. Thick red curls framing the face and a long neck with colorful lipstick and bold dark eyes. Everything was trimmed neat and the part of the bright corset top I could see was fitted well with an overflowing bounty of breasts. I shifted my balance while trying to take my eyes off them.

A wide smile responded. “Call me Mistress. She/her pronouns today. Welcome to Angelo’s. All of your paperwork was received last week. Before I take you through the back, is there anything here that you would like to edit?”

She spread out the papers on the desk, inviting me closer. Long nails covered in gemstones glittered with her every move. They caught my eye, drawing me in. I felt my insides squeeze tightly as I took a glance. There was the questionnaire and accountability waivers I had filled out upon accepting this adventure. My deposit, my preferences, and my promise not to sue or publicize my experience. Everything appeared to be the same as it had been before. Feeling Mistress’s eyes on me left my cheeks heating up particularly when I double-checked my preferences.

I wasn’t sure they were more preferences than a curiosity I wanted to satiate. Wasn’t this what our thirties are meant for? More fun, more trials by fire, more everything.

I just hoped I was ready for it.

“It’s all there.” My voice cracked a little and I blushed further.

Mistress smirked. She tilted her head, her flame-red hair bouncing around her shoulders. “What a cutie you are. I think the two of us are going to have a splendid evening together. Would you like any refreshments or bathroom breaks before we go to the back?”

Exhaling, I shook my head. I’d spent all day preparing. All week, really. I’d done this once before as a dare with friends who weren’t open-minded ten years ago. But the experience had never left my mind. I’d had enough vanilla partners in the past, but I wanted to try this again. To remember if the experience was anything like what I remembered.

“I’m ready,” I told her. Mistress, I reminded herself, was what I should call her. “I’m ready, Mistress.”

“Oh, you’re a very good girl.” I stumbled at the fond term. She tutted before raising her hand to curl her finger at me. “Come along then, pet. We’re just downstairs and around the corner.”

She moved away from the desk to the dark hall. As she took a step forward, she waved a hand that lit the way. Pink lights only this time. Moving forward, I noticed it was also a little warmer. I shifted in my jacket while trailing close behind. We reached the end of the hall and soft music played, some older R&B that sounded familiar but I couldn’t put a name to. The fluidity of the music relaxed my shoulders and made me feel more comfortable as we descended a small staircase to the lower floor.

“Right here,” Mistress purred.

I glanced eagerly into the open room she gestured to, eyeing it with wonder. My footsteps were slow but she didn’t hurry me. When I was finally inside far enough for her to join me, she quietly shut the door and I noted the extra click of a lock. I turned and raised my eyebrow.

Mistress twisted her wrist in a graceful manner. “It’s only to keep us from being interrupted, but as you can see, it’s a simple latch and there’s no key. Any time you wish to leave, you’re more than welcome. Can you verbally remind me of your safeword, pet?”

I didn’t remember noting any specific pet names on the form so Mistress had taken it upon her to create her own. Part of me wanted to be annoyed by it. I wasn’t a pet. That wasn’t what submission was about, was it?

And yet there was something pleasing about the way she said it—-especially while she smiled at me. My stomach bubbled as I tried to think. The anticipation was killing me, distracting me.

Remembering she had asked me a question, I nodded. “Flute.”

She tilted her head to study me. “You have the loveliest of lips.”

My breath caught. “I do?”

I’d always thought them… well, boring. They weren’t particularly pink or red. Pale, like myself, and not exactly plump either. I’d thought about doing fillers before but needles scared me. There was a small line on the inside of my arm that proved I couldn’t make it through a tattoo. Running my fingers over my lips now, I wondered what Mistress saw in them. She was probably just saying it to be kind, to do her job.

“Your lips,” she told me confidentially while she strutted closer, “look like they know just what to do. I don’t do this with every client, but would you like a kiss?”

The nerves dissipated. I looked at her wide mouth with those bright red lips curved into a wicked smile. There couldn’t be a soul alive who would dare turn her down.

“Come here, pet,” she crooned as she grabbed me firmly around the neck. I froze at once, helpless and weak in the knees for her touch. Her leather corset and fitted satin shorts made a pretty picture, along with her combat boots. I inhaled her sweet scent just before she touched me gently. She tasted just as I would expect—-leather, strawberries, and confidence.

And then it was over too soon, just as I was getting ready for it.

“Very good,” she murmured and licked her lips. There was a small smudge in the corner that I started to reach for to fix before I could help her. She winked, however, and let go. My arm fell at my side. “There’s a cubby over there for you to undress to your comfort level. Do be certain to please me.”

Swallowing loudly, I nodded. “Uh-huh.”

I undressed quickly, removing the skirt and jacket with ease before turning to my shoes. They were slip-ons but somehow I still had trouble getting one to unstick from my heel. Then off came the bra. I folded them neatly, unable to help myself. My thumbs came down to my panties but that was where I stopped and hesitated.

We didn’t know each other, not really, Mistress and I. I’d never laid eyes on her before now. My preferences ranged from across the board though I did like a lady in leather. What if she didn’t like what she saw? But then I shook my head, telling myself I was being ridiculous. I was paying for this experience. It was a birthday present to myself. If I didn’t go all the way, I would surely regret it.

“Oh, look at you gorgeous thing. You can start with those on, if you like. I wouldn’t mind playing with you.” She watched me with bright eyes as I turned to her. “It’s all right if you’re shy. You know I won’t hurt you, don’t you, pet?”

I bit my lip, reminded myself of this, and nodded.

“Tell me, do you have any apprehensions or concerns I should consider before we move forward?”

“I don’t…” I paused before catching myself. Surely, this didn’t matter. I started to shake my head. But I froze as she stomped forward and reached out with a short black leather crop that suddenly touched the bottom of my chin.

She gave me a stern look with her dark eyes. “Tell me.”

“I don’t know that I like being called pet,” I confessed.

The leather slipped by my ear and then down my chin like a caress. It wasn’t soft or cool, but I didn’t mind. I sort of liked it. Especially while looking at her. “Very good, lovely,” she crooned. “Well done for speaking up. We’ll have you quiet soon enough, but now is your chance to speak. Do you have anywhere you would prefer to start or avoid tonight? On your body, I mean, or in here?”

I glanced around the room again. This time I had a better look standing around. There were several large toys, two different swings, and what looked like a sawhorse. Was there something on there? It swung slightly, a large bubous thing. A dildo. My heart hammered hard as I imagined the potential positions there.

Overall, it was a cozy room with those lowlights again that created glimmers across our skin in a soft and near romantic manner. There were cubbies behind me where I’d placed my belongings and across from that was a table filled with an assortment of supplies I could only begin to guess at. I tried to look but found my blush growing hot and had to look away. Over to Mistress I glanced, finding her waiting with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t think so.”

“Good. Remember, mustard for slow down, red or flute is for stop, and relish is to go harder.” She relaxed her shoulders and dropped the whip at her side. “You really are a cute little thing. On your knees.”

A thrill stretched through my spine as I hastily obeyed. I didn’t know what to do with my hands and fumbled with them before leaving them at my side.

“Your time starts now, lovely. You are mine. No one is here to help you.” She moved around me in a circle. I craned my neck around to watch her. “You will do everything I say, when I say it. Understood? No more talking. And lastly, you may not cum until I tell you.”

I wanted to ask, “How many times will I be able to—-”

She flung her crop out and I was smacked on the right ass cheek. It stung more than I had anticipated and I yelped. “Quiet!” I bit my lip when she smacked again, my bare skin smarting. No one had so much as spanked me before. It hurt but I could also feel the tingling in my backside spreading, itching at the idea of pleasure.

I considered saying something again just to see if it might feel better a third time around, but held my tongue. Something told me I’d have plenty of opportunities tonight to feel that whip.

“Very good, lovely. Now lick me.”

I opened my mouth to ask her but then she stepped close and put her leg forward. Her bare leg with prickly hairs that showed she hadn’t shaved in a few days. She had a fine knee and thick thighs that made me think of the gym rats I avoided when doing my cardio, too intimidated to try any other machines.

Not knowing where to start, I hesitated. That was a bad move as she immediately swatted my arm with a pointed look. “Now, lovely.”

So I leaned forward, falling on my hands now, and put my tongue to her knee. I rarely licked legs—-hips yes and even toes—-but the knee was new. I felt the grooves and prickly hair on my tongue as I swiped around her knee and started climbing up. She shifted her balance forward. Hoping that was a good sign, I renewed my efforts.

This wasn’t that bad. I liked her perfume, a citrus-y scent, and I felt her leisurely swiping the crop across my bare skin. It started at my shoulders to push my hair back. Then it slid across my collarbone before tickling my right breast. The room was warm but this touch made my skin tingle. I paused when the end paused over my nipple, surprised to feel something there.

Slap. I cried out at the pain and she smacked me again. “I didn’t say you could stop or cry. Lick me now!”

I nodded, pushing my nose into her skin to lick her harder. Up her thigh I went. She seemed to moan, which brought me relief. I wanted to please her. If she was happy, then so was I. There was a small voice in the back of my mind telling me I was silly to care about this, to agree to be on my knees, but I couldn’t help it.

This continued for the next couple of minutes. She teased the crop over my bare skin in an attempt to distract me. Every time it worked, I slowed or stopped, and she would smack me. I felt my skin smarting all over, certain I would be covered in tiny welts should I look. But I didn’t, dedicated to licking her from the top of her boots all the way up to her shorts. The closer I made it to her crotch, the more I swore she smelled like cinnamon. When I crossed to her other leg and worked my way up there again, she wiggled closer so my nose was buried there right between her legs.

“Stop,” she demanded.

I bit my tongue. It felt used and abused. Yet that hardly explained the way my mouth watered, eager for more. I looked up at her eagerly, beautiful Mistress, as she frowned. My hands clutched into fists. I ducked my head in fear I had disappointed her.

“You’re not wearing your bracelets,” she said accusingly.

“My what?”

She smacked the side of my left breast. It jiggled while I held back the urge to cry out. My eyes watered as I cautiously looked back up at the sound of her leaving me. I started to shuffle forward, surprised at how much I wanted to be close to her again, even as she moved back to her table. She slipped her crop into a holder at her side that I hadn’t noticed previously.

This gave her both hands to work with. She picked up fluffy red handcuffs with a smirk. “Get your hands beyond your back, lovely. Now.”

I snapped my mouth shut and obeyed.

“I’m going to have to punish you for not having them on sooner,” she informed me cheerfully while moving behind me to clip them on. I felt the fur close in around my wrists with two loud snaps. Unable to help myself, I tested them. It distracted me for the second it took Mistress to grab the back of my panties. She pulled hard before letting them snap back. It stung. I yelped more in surprise than pain. “Quiet!”

Nodding, I inhaled deeply and gazed up at Mistress who removed herself a few feet back to study me. Her heavy-lidded gaze made my stomach twist in the hopes she liked this. That she liked me. I licked my lips, wanting to ask but knowing I didn’t dare.

“Very good, lovely.” She strode forward again with the confidence of a queen, neatly setting the crop once more under my chin. I craned my neck up high. “You may speak now but only in responses. Yes, Mistress. No, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Do you understand?”

My heart skipped a beat. This had to be a gift. I had pleased her if she was going to let me use my tongue again. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Very good. We’re going to play a game. Come with me.”

It was awkward climbing to my feet from this position, on my knees with my hands locked behind me. Mistress didn’t help and I didn’t dare ask her. I wobbled on one foot before pulling myself upright. Then she was moving, over to the sawhorse.

“Faster!” She whipped my thigh when I finally arrived. I jumped, breathless, letting the pain tingle through me. “Finally. You’re going to bend over. And every time I hit you, you are going to thank me. That is all you can say. Do you understand?”

I nodded hopefully. “Yes, Mistress.”

Her mood darkened. “Then why haven’t you obeyed?” She smacked the side of my breast and I cried out; that one hurt. She smacked me there again. “That’s what you get for disobeying me. Now bend over and lean on your stomach!”

This time I moved much faster. Without giving this much thought, I went to the edge of the sawhorse and leaned forward on the cushion. My face nearly reached the dildo sticking out from the cushion on the far side. It was large and purple, wavering slightly in the air as I moved. I blinked several times before looking away. Was she going to tease me with it? Let me ride it?

“Stop moving.” She slapped my calf this time and I jumped, biting my lip just in time.

Lying with my upper body on the cushioned sawhorse was not as comfortable as I had hoped it would be. It was broader than a normal construction one, seemingly easier for one to sit on, but not by much more from this angle. The only comfort was that it didn’t smash my breasts much so they were able to hang low. But now they felt heavy, throbbing slightly from the earlier crop whacks.

My legs were spread apart a bit like the sawhorse as I laid over it to help me keep upright. With my arms tied up behind my back, I had to settle my balance on my legs and my chest here. Swallowing, I tried to catch my breath so the pressure wouldn’t feel like too much.

Suddenly there was molten lava on my shoulder.

“What is that!” I jerked, crying out only for the crop to fly against my left breast. Immediately I closed my mouth. My chest throbbed as I glanced about for Mistress to find her closer than expected. So busy looking to my body, I had near forgotten her.

Mistress had brought over a small rolling tray. She fiddled with something on there just out of view, though I could see well enough the crop that she lazily rubbed against the breast she had just hit. I shuddered. There were no words to describe how much I wanted to keep that pressure there. The throbbing was dying down and all I felt was a dull ache of contentment.

I shifted back an inch only to pause, feeling the edge of the sawhorse rub against my front. It nearly hit my clit. If I was careful, I might be able to cause the right kind of friction. There was a throbbing between my legs that had started some time ago; it wasn’t going to go away, I could tell. I needed satisfaction. I needed pleasure. I needed Mistress to—-

“Oh!”

Whack.

It had happened all over again. Fire on my back, this time my other shoulder, and then the crop on my buttcheek. I bit my tongue once more and looked for Mistress. My hair was falling in my face so my vision was limited. But I saw the candle in her hand this time along with the crop in her other.

Candle wax, that was what she was dropping on my bare skin.

Although the heat was startling and painful, it faded quickly both times. The sensation of the crop’s sting remained longer. As she delicately brushed her crop over my ass—-first in circles over where she had swatted me and then playing with the line from the top to bottom of me—-I felt a moan rising up from within.

“You’re a very naughty one,” Mistress chided mildly. “Let’s see if you can do better this time.”

I found myself nodding. I deserved another chance and I would do better this time. Bracing myself for the heat, it was still a surprise over how much it burned me on my lower back right above my panties. There was more of it too, dribbling over the sides. Warm sensations washed over me like a hot bath and I moaned.

“You haven’t given your thanks, lovely. I should punish you dearly for this. You’ve forgotten three times now. And what, you think you can merely enjoy your pleasure? Don’t be selfish, lovely. Three times three is what?”

“Nine,” I whispered. Her crop settled low on my shoulder. “Mistress! Nine, Mistress.”

“Much better,” she hummed. “Nine switches for your disobedience. And I’ll add nine more every time you forget to thank me.”

I hadn’t had a chance to nod before her crop came swinging down on my lower cheeks. The loud sound caught me by surprise even as I manged to restrain a wince. “Th-thank you, Mistress.”

She did it again on the other leg, so I thanked her again. The third one was easier though it hurt just as much. It went higher and I could have sworn it nearly crept between my legs. The fourth one went to the other leg and then the fifth made me jump, the crop swinging right up on my pussy. I’d never had such a violent sensation there before and choked. My swollen lips throbbed. It was torture, a glorious torture I didn’t have words for.

“Lovely, I’m waiting,” Mistress chided.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I panted.

Before I could beg her to do it again, she did. The rest of the punishment landed on my poor and abused pussy. For the last two, I could have sworn we were hearing the crop hitting water since I was so wet down there. Already I could feel my arousal sliding free of my panties to start trickling down my leg. I was drenched.

Normally, I reserved my play for the dark since it was so strange and unusual. Most of my partners didn’t mind morning sex, but that was different. This was different. With them, I felt like a part of me was locked up. But every slap and whack Mistress gave me felt like she was helping me shed free of a layer. I felt a little embarrassed now for her to know so much, to see so much.

When I attempted to shift my legs a little closer together, she stopped me with her crop. “What do you think you are doing?” she demanded.

“I only—-”

“Silence!” She whacked me again, this time on the inside of my leg. I closed my eyes. If she hadn’t known before, she knew now. Did her clients always get this wet? I didn’t want to think about them. But I didn’t wish to embarrass myself. The crop returned to my thigh and stroked it into the stickiness. “Aw, lovely. Is this for me?”

“Y-yes, Mistress,” I responded weakly.

“What a perfect lovely,” she crooned in response. She rubbed the crop firmly against my thigh as though she wished to spread the moisture. Then I felt her crop slide up my leg past my panties to tuck underneath. It felt unbelievably filthy in the most wonderful way—-especially as she tilted the crop to start pulling my panties down. She did so slowly and I gritted my teeth against the ticklish sensations, reminding myself I could not come without her permission. They slowly slipped over my ass and partially down my thighs. “What a delicious gift.”

I nodded, not knowing what to say. My chest heaved and I fought to gather my breath as the crop left my thigh. Maybe she was moving to clean it off. Hopefully, I hadn’t left it too much a mess. I turned my head onto my side and saw her come into my line of vision.

“Lick it off,” she demanded as she brought forward the end of the crop. I looked at it blankly and could smell my juices on it. I saw something dribble of the edge. My lips parted in wonder, and that gave her the opportunity to push it right into my mouth.

The crop was a little bigger than expected, though the leather folded neatly into my mouth. I tasted my own musk. I’d done so once before with a partner but it hadn’t been an otherwise remarkable encounter. But this, I could feel in my heart, was different. I wanted to please Mistress. If she was going to offer me a gift, it meant that I deserved it, and I wanted that.

So I treated the crop as I would a cock. I twirled the leather around with my tongue, moving my head back and forth to remove every drop of my arousal from there. It was a struggle breathing through my nose at this angle but I succeeded, hopefully making Mistress proud as she pulled it out of my mouth to inspect it.

“Very good, lovely,” she crooned. “But you missed a spot.”

I cried out when she slapped my left breast, then moved quickly to slap my right. My chest throbbed. Resting my forehead against the cushioned sawhorse and dildo, I managed, “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

She tutted. “And now you’re talking about of turn. Did I tell you that you could say that?”

“No, Mistress.” I waited for the inevitable slap with tension rising in my body.

“But you still did it?”

I bit my lip. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Then I believe it’s time for your next punishment,” she said pertly. “You’ll be crying with gratitude over this, lovely.” She hummed to the background music I had long since put out of mind, too busy listening to my wild breath and her words, while she moved about. Though I tried to follow Mistress with my eyes, my hair kept getting into my face.

Then she moved behind me. There was the soft squeak of wheels, her small tray moving about. It went around to my other side. So I shifted, ready to turn my head and see what she was about.

A warm, heavy hand rested on the middle of my back. My body relaxed at her touch. I couldn’t help it. There was something comforting about her. “I don’t think so, lovely. You’re going to want to say nice and still and relaxed here now. Listen to the music and the sound of my voice. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very good.” She grunted as she came closer. I jerked slightly to see her slide onto the sawhorse from the other side, facing me, scooting forward until she was practically on top of the dildo. Her position pushed it into a leaning position so it was much closer to my mouth. The idea was clear, however, as she was giving her own fake cock to use.

I slowly shifted so I was leaning on my chin forward instead of my back. “Oh, very good. You’re getting the hang of things now. Yes, you’ll be licking my cock now. I want you to pleasure me like your life depends on it. Do you understand, lovely?”

I swallowed twice before nodding. Then I shifted slightly more forward so it would be easier to put the toy in my mouth. If I was able to take it all the way down my throat, then I’d have my nose buried right between her legs. My heart skipped a beat, a thrill racing through me. I was practically naked for her and tied up here and yet I wanted nothing more than to make love to this cock just for Mistress.

“Good. You may begin,” she added pertly just as something cool dropped at the top of my ass crack. “Now!” she added sharply when all I did was jump.

Leaning forward, I hungrily licked the head like I would for a partner. My tongue swirled around it. Just as I took the top of it in my mouth, exploring the purple silicone with my lips, I felt a warm hand sliding down my back. Her massaging ministrations felt wonderful as she brushed off the cooled down wax, rubbed my arms, and then finally slid her hands down to my ass cheeks.

She grabbed me fully with my panties now around my ankles. Then she caressed and massaged my globes, ignoring the coolness she had placed there first. It must be lube. Her touch heated my skin. It was still so sensitive from her earlier whippings but she didn’t pay mind to that. A thought crossed my mind as I twisted my tongue around the cock, wondering if she would—-

My breath caught and I gagged on the dildo when her fingers began rubbing in the lube. I hadn’t played with anything anal after an awkward experience with my last girlfriend. She had been embarrassed, I had felt awful, and I hadn’t thought about it since. But that all fled from my mind as Mistress sent three fingers rubbing between my ass crack like she was rubbing out a muscle there.

Maybe she was.

I forced myself to relax when her fingers began swirling around my hole back there. Then she moved one hand free that brought more lube there as one finger finally centered on my asshole.

Feeling the pressure there, I closed my eyes and waited for more. I couldn’t move, feeling the need to wait for the inevitable. My body needed to relax; that was the only way this wouldn’t be painful. I waited for the push and searing sensation—-

And nothing happened.

I tilted back slightly, wondering if I had done something wrong. Mistress’s hand was just there. What would she do if I spoke? Then I tilted my hips up, going up on my toes, as though that might help. Anything to please her.

Suddenly, her finger pushed through.

There came that heavy sensation in my stomach, the immediate feeling that something was wrong. My muscles slenched and I tensed. She’d managed to get in without causing any pain, but I could still feel it. I could still feel her. I started to wiggle my hips only for her free hand to slap my ass.

“I didn’t say you could move,” she reminded me in a hard tone. “Did I say you could do that?”

I slipped my mouth free of the dildo. “No, Mistress.”

She slapped my ass again. I could have sworn her finger went in further right then. My stomach heaved but it didn’t feel as odd as it had a moment ago. My body was adjusting. “Did I say you could stop giving me a blowjob?”

Hastily putting my lips back around the dildo, now dripping in my saliva, I gave her a garbled response of, “No, Mistress.”

She began rubbing me gently around my asshole while twisting the finger that was inside. “That’s what I thought. Lick my cock, lovely, and do it right this time.”

I renewed my efforts with vigor, pretending this purple silicone really was her member. It took me a few tries but finally I was able to take the entire thing down my throat so my nose touched the satin of her shorts and I could breathe her in. My eyes watered as I paused to inhale, realizing there was another finger now in my ass.

“Very good, lovely,” Mistress crooned. Her two fingers slid in and out of me with ease, pleasuring me in a way I hadn’t enjoyed before. It was such a strange and pleasurable experience. How full my backside felt. My eyelids fluttered closed. Though I was tempted to settle there to enjoy this, I had my orders from Mistress. So I resumed my efforts with the cock as Mistress twisted her fingers about before sliding in a third.

That one made me whimper, the sound escaping my throat before I could help it. Her hand slapped my ass again. I felt my skin bouncing. It was probably red now; I would be sore for days. The thought only aroused me more and I moved back onto my tiptoes again to relish every sensation.

“Hungry, hungry girl,” my Mistress said in a low chuckle. She rubbed my sore cheek while playing with my hole. I froze when her fingers left me. “Don’t worry, lovely. Are you still loving my cock?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said while licking the head again. I moved to lick under and blinked hard as a new pressure pushed against my asshole. It must have already been closing up.

But Mistress had done a wonderful job in widening me already. And with a lot of lube, the next item slid right in. It was longer and thicker than her fingers, causing my stomach to clench. Telling my body to relax, I let it happen until the butt plug was nestled neatly between my ass cheek. My heart jumped when Mistress tapped the small piece on the outside.

“Well done, lovely, I’m quite pleased,” she announced. “I think you’re ready for your next surprise. What do you think?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I started to pull myself up without thinking.

She snapped the panties against my leg as she went behind me and I paused, uncertain of what to do. “Did I say you could get up?”

I swallowed. Lowering my gaze to the dildo I had slobbered all over, I shook my head. “No, Mistress.”

“Then it looks like you’ll need to be punished if you’re going to get any more surprises tonight,” she announced sternly. “Lie back down now.”

I obeyed even as she snapped the panties against my bare skin once more. Once I was again lying on my stomach, my face right in front of the dildo, Mistress tugged at my panties. She scolded me for leaving them on in that moment before taking them off and praising me for my behavior. It was a whirlwind to be with her and I couldn’t understand how I loved it so much. She had all the control here, and I lived for every second.

There was the sound of her boots moving around the room. Though I was tempted to look and see what she was retrieving, I knew better this time. My body trembled with impatience, eager for pleasure. My pussy ached but my ass was full. I shifted against the sawhorse to relieve the ache but froze as Mistress made her way back over.

She tsked. “I saw that. Are you asking for another punishment?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Well, you’re getting it anyways. What do you say after I spank you?”

My mouth dried. Thinking of what was about to happen made it hard to remember how to speak. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“Very good. I was only gone for a minute but I think ten spankings would help you remember next time to behave. Don’t you think?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I barely had the words out of my mouth before I felt the familiar slap of the crop against my ass. It was a wild sensation with the plug inside so close. I couldn’t speak and she warned me I’d have another five whenever I forgot to thank her.

She slapped the butt plug next. Had it rocked against me? Though I knew it couldn’t go in any deeper, I could have sworn it touched another part of me on the inside. My breath was knotted as I choked out, “Thank you, Mistress.”

I received three more spankings there, then my cheeks, and then my pussy as she spread my legs once more. I was better this time. She praised me as I thanked her. This was our partnership, our relationship. She gave and I took. It was a blessing that left me dripping wet once again, needing the chance to come. I thought I was right there but then she stopped.

“You did very good, lovely, well done,” she crooned. The crop gently slid across my ass and thighs as she moved around me. “You’ll have your reward now. But first…”

Mistress came close. I saw her boots on other side of the beam, though she didn’t climb up here again. I glanced at the dildo but then the world went dark as something was put over my eyes. There was the soft touch of satin—-just like her shorts—-and then soft pressure on the back of my head as she tied something.

A blindfold. My breathing deepened as she took my sight away.

“Does it hurt? Be honest.”

“No, Mistress.”

“Very good.” Her warm hands slid down my back and then up, rubbing my shoulders and then drifting down my arms. My breath caught when she tapped on my butt plug. The world tilted. It was the wildest and sensation. I wondered what she was thinking, what she saw when she looked at me. “And now for your gift…”

There were many toys I have tried in the past. But the sudden pinch on my right breast was more than I’d experienced before and I cried out in surprise. Tears stung my eyes.

“Quiet,” Mistress ordered. “Crying like that tells me you don’t like my gift. Do you like my gift, lovely?”

“I—-Yes, Mistress.”

It was yellow. This was yellow. I took two deep breaths and felt the tug on my breast. It wasn’t just a nipple clamp, I realized, but had to be connected to a chain. The pain pierced me in the nipple to my ribs but slowly began to fade. No more yellow.

“Very good. It only takes a moment, lovely. I’m here to bring you pleasure, don’t you remember?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

When the next nipple clamp was put on my left, I didn’t cry out. A few tears spilled free but neither of us acknowledged it. I breathed through the pain while Mistress caressed my neck and shoulders. She offered soothing words of comfort, promising I was the best she ever had, while I gradually grew used to the painful pinching.

“One more part of your gift, lovely. You’ll want to keep breathing, of course, but I promise you’ll love it. Do you want it?”

I had a very strong feeling now about what she was talking about. I’d used suction cups similar to this sort of sex toy but the clamps were new. They usually came in pairs of two or in three. Two for the chest and one for… My clitoris was already throbbing. It wept, ready for that climax. But pinching surely wouldn’t do anything. Would it? Anticipation sent a shiver down my spine as I wondered how much that would hurt.

If I said no, I wouldn’t get to feel it. I wouldn’t know that pain. This would be all I felt and it would be enough. I shifted slightly to feel the weight of the chain shift as well. My breasts were already being pulled downward by the weight of the chain but now this was something more. Was this all I wanted?

Then I thought about Mistress and knew how badly I wished to please her. This was her gift and I needed to take it.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She surprised me yet again. I’d barely finished the words when the clamp landed tight on my clit. A choked gasp escaped me; I couldn’t help it. The clamp grabbed the left side and it hurt terribly. My hips jerked up only for hands to push me back down. There was that weight pulling me down, centered on these areas of arousal. I felt sweat dripping down my brow. Another tear leaked free. My arms were tired of being tied behind my back, useless in offering support or protection.

“Oh lovely,” crooned Mistress as she rubbed me from my knees up to my hips and down again. “How beautiful you look. You’re just splendid. Do you love my gift?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No, Mistress?”

“What is your color?”

I thought of yellow and then I thought of her praise. The pain was worth it. I could do this. “Green, Mistress.”

I squeaked when the chain was pulled on–my nipples and clit tingled with pain. It was white-hot and spread through my body, ebbing into pleasure.

“Behave yourself, lovely.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The next time she gave a tug on the chain, it was far more gentle. Then her hand brushed over my breast and rubbed beneath it. My bare skin was terribly tender. In the cool room, her touch was a godsend. She traced circles all around my nipple between gentle tugs that heightened my arousal so much that I thought I felt the start of a climax. My spine stretched and I sucked in a breath of anticipation.

That was she abruptly let go. I groaned and my head fell back down onto the sawhorse. My poor pussy wept without the inevitable pleasure. There was a fire under my skin that needed to be itched.

“Don’t you dare!” Mistress had her crop at the ready when I tried shifting so my pussy could feel something on the edge of the sawhorse. “Did I say you could come?”

I froze. “No, Mistress.”

“That’s what I thought. Be still.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The crop hit my ass again. “What are you supposed to say when I spank you?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good. Remember this next time.”

My breathing was hot and heavy as I waited for her next move. Would it be another spanking? Would she take off the chain now? There was a dull ache in those three tender spots. I wanted to be free of it. They were only teasing me—-

There was another tug and I gasped at the sensation. Blindfolded, I had fewer senses now. I listened for Mistress to hear her moving about. But there was no way for me to plan for her next move. When she caressed my other breast before tickling the side of my stomach down to my hips to trace circles between my thighs, it was all I could do not to squirm.

She tugged on my chain while running the crop from the clip on my clit to my butt plug. When my body prepared for another climax, she moved back. “You’re too hot,” she scolded gently. “I may have to leave you here all night to settle down. I can’t have you climaxing early. What do you think? Do you want to stay here all night?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Then I paused. “No, Mistress.”

The low chuckle sent pleasure down my spine. “Do you want your pleasure now?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I bit my tongue to keep from begging. How much more of this could I take?

“Hmm… I will think about it,” was all she promised as she once again tugged on the chain that brought tears to my eyes. It was a twisted sensation of agony through my poor body. But my pussy continued weeping, my soul begging for a release. I tried not to move but received another ten spankings when I couldn’t help it.

After that, Mistress edged me yet another time. I was growing used to it, predicting the lack of satisfaction. But it didn’t make anything easier. I still wanted it, needed it. I needed her. When she started to pull away, I moaned.

“Aren’t you enjoying yourself, lovely?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I forced out through gritted teeth.

“You don’t sound too happy.” The crop lazily swept around the butt plug, down my ass cheeks, and then slid down further. I froze as the edge slid slightly inside of me. It was just the tip in my folds. It was almost nothing. But the emptiness of my pussy was begging to be filled and I felt the desperation clawing at me. I’d never wanted something inside me so badly. “Would you like me to do something about it?”

Praying there would be no more time wait, I nodded. “Yes, Mistress, please.”

She pulled it out much to my disappointment to slap my ass. It was a wet slap. “Then stand up. I’ll tell you where to go.”

Where were we going? Confused, I moved quickly to obey. I made it onto my shaking legs and straightened up. Though I turned to where I thought she was last standing, I couldn’t be certain. The only thing I knew next was the crop was pressed hard against my right knee. My breath stuttered to a stop as it slid smoothly up the inside of my thigh. It was damp. Then it moved higher to where it had been moments ago, just an inch inside of my pussy.

“Stay still,” Mistress ordered.

My body quivered but I obeyed, still as a statue while she carefully removed the clamps. First came the right nipple, then the left. She was using one hand so they fell noisily to the ground. I felt the pull on my clit before I heard the chain hit the ground. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering.

And then it was off. I nearly wept with joy. I managed another breath just as I felt the crop inside me shift slightly toward the right.

“Move, lovely,” Mistress ordered me gently. “You know where to go.”

The crop inside my pussy motioned for the way. My steps were slow, cautious since I couldn’t see, and careful because I didn’t want to go in the wrong direction. There was nothing on my clit any longer. It made me miss the clamp. I was aching for release. After that edging, my orgasm needed to be enjoyed. I didn’t believe in orgasm denial—-at least, not for very long.

When the crop moved out of me, I froze. I wanted to protest and opened my mouth. Instead, something was shoved into my mouth. A whimper escaped when I smelled myself and tasted something lacy and wet. Mistress had put my panties in my mouth.

“There you are, lovely. What a beautiful face. Now, stay put.” She shifted me with both hands before undoing the handcuffs. This surprised me but I didn’t have time to rub my wrists as she instead lifted my arms and I felt the cuff wrap around the freed wrist again—-then I was hooked onto something just overhead. “Oh, there you are. How does that feel? Does that feel good?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded automatically. My voice was muffled with the panties in my mouth.

She chuckled low before I felt her touch on the butt plug. My stomach churned and she nudged me forward. I took a tiny step and then another to find a wall in front of me. I’d been tied up to the wall. Testing my hold carefully, I also found the wall with my toes. It was cold against my skin. I felt my nipples were hard against the wall; it almost hurt.

The pain was pleasure here now. Especially as Mistress ran a hand through my hair. The braid had come undone sometime earlier but I felt her brush her fingers through it gently before tying the braid once more. It wasn’t anywhere as tight as mine had been, but it kept my hair out of my face and then off my back as she rested the braid on my shoulder.

“You’ve been very good, darling,” she explained gently. “You have one final reward this evening. Now, you can talk and scream to your heart’s desire. In fact, I’ll be rather disappointed if you don’t. Is that understood, lovely?”

I thought she might move the panties out of my mouth but she didn’t. And though my wrists weren’t held terribly high, I couldn’t reach my face to remove them myself. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Is there anything you would like to say now?” I thought I heard her moving away.

Furrowing my brow, I tried to think. We were having such a lovely time. We’d waded through agony and delight, pain and pleasure. Time didn’t exist here. I thought I would be anxious about not having my sight. But right now, I didn’t care. It wasn’t important.

Finally, I shook my head. I wanted whatever she wanted. “No, Mistress.”

“Very good, lovely,” she was on her way back. Her breathing sounded a little faster than before, like she was excited. That made my heart skip a beat. “You’ve been such a good one tonight. You’re my favorite right now, did you know that? Yes, you were naughty, but oh so good. I have one last surprise for you. Are you ready?”

“Ye-essssssss,” I hissed as I felt something hard brush against the inside of my thigh. It moved higher to my pussy and began to rub back and forth.

“Yes, what?”

When she pinched me, I squeaked and moved onto my toes. But the weight followed and I realized it was a dildo poking at me. Was it the one from earlier? I thought of the purple silicon I’d pleasured in my mouth only a short while ago. If I wasn’t turned on all the way before, I was now.

“Yes, Mistress.” The word ended in a heavy moan as the dildo thrust inside me all at once.

The strength of the movement slammed me into the wall in front of me. My breasts pushed flat, feeling the cool wall against my sore skin. My stomach clenched as I felt the dildo all the way inside me. My legs quivered. With the butt plug in as well, I was good and truly stuffed. These toys filled me inside completely and I could barely breathe.

“Very good,” Mistress breathed hot on my neck as she grabbed my braid. Then she slid out entirely and I cried out at the sudden emptiness. This was a strap-on, I realized, and the heat within me only grew. She chuckled before slamming right back into me. I felt her hips on my back as I was squished between her and the all. “But don’t come yet.”

“What?” I nearly choked on the panties and shook my head in frustration.

“Not yet,” she ordered again, starting to slide out. But she only went halfway before roughly thrusting right back in.

I thought for certain she must have torn something from the way I felt it all the way through my chest. Her arm snaked around me and I gasped at the sensation. She was still entirely dressed, I realized, while wearing her harness and dildo. But I was entirely nude. All I wore was the plug and the handcuffs.

My head fell back as she licked my neck, shifting her hips lightly against my backside. Panting, I tried to catch my breath since she seemed to be slowing down. Maybe this was my chance. She’d let me have my climax now. The orgasm sat somewhere inside me and it needed to be freed. Wiggling my hips, I tried to get the position just right.

“Not yet.” Mistress knew me too well as I tried wiggling against her. Her forearm clamped against my stomach before she pulled out most of the way only to thrust back in. I was terribly wet; I couldn’t tell if she had used any lube but it didn’t seem necessary. Moisture trickled down my thighs, tickling my sensitive skin. Vicious pleasure tore through me. She pulled out and we went through it again.

It was right there. I could almost feel it! My orgasm. But she teased me, hitting everywhere but just where I needed to have my pleasure. I feared I might burst into flames before she gave me what I craved so badly.

Mistress took me roughly from behind. I’d enjoyed this before and thought I would enjoy it again. But this was something else. It was near ecstasy. I wanted to weep but still hadn’t enjoyed my orgasm. Moans and whimpers tore raggedly through my chest as Mistress continued to thrust into me deeper and deeper.

We were climbing. I could feel it from the tips of my toes to the top of my skull. We were climbing high into the clouds. I clawed at the wall and my handcuffs, struggling to get there to the top. All the while, Mistress ordered me to wait. I thought I might die before it happened.

And then she licked me all over again, sending a shudder down my spine. “All right,” she ordered, now panting as well, “now you may orgasm. Now, lovely!”

I thought it would start right there. It almost did. I could feel us right there at the top, but I couldn’t see it. My legs shook and I whimpered, wrestling with my body to finally give in. It wasn’t until Mistress thrust again and then slipped her finger down to my clit and pinched that I knew I could make it. The peak was right there. Right there! With the next thrust, a thousand sensations won over, sending me right off the cliff.

I flew free right then. Millions of stars burst in my vision behind the blindfold as a violent orgasm soared through me. My body coiled and loosened repeatedly. I felt my spine bending and snapping and twisting. Mistress clung to me, her confident voice dancing me through the pleasure. She thrust twice more as my body contracted and milked the dildo until she pulled out. Though she stopping pinching my clit, her arms remained neatly around me while the orgasm ran its course.

Pulsing pleasure grounded in my pussy, coursing outward. My body weakened and I leaned gladly against the wall. It was an experience that kept me shuddering even after the initial wave. Part of me was still flying for a good minute afterward as I tried to come back down to earth.

“Oh,” I cried out weakly as Mistress’s fingers played with my sensitive clit when the experience was beginning to end. She was warm and dangerous. Could I take another beating there? My stomach clenched for the original orgasm still wasn’t entirely over. Small waaves still petered out. What was she doing? Surely Mistress couldn’t do this now. I wanted to push her away and even tried twisting free. But I couldn’t. My folds were swollen to their maximum. I thought I would break apart if she didn’t stop. That orgasm had surely wiped me out inside and out—-“oh!”

Another one swept through me.

Softer, gentler, but still maddening. I groaned, my body shaking. The stars returned and blinked at me. Warmth swept over me and I jerked several times. As I clung against the wall, I felt fingertips clawing at my ass to remove the plug. It came out in a smooth motion, with a rather wet sound, and then I was well and truly empty.

It was a sharp experience that left me heaving for breath in the dark. But that didn’t last long. The panties were plucked neatly from my mouth. Then the handcuffs were removed so my arms dropped down to my side. It was over and I had survived. Dizzy, I slumped against the wall. I felt every tremor racing through my body and the dwindling delight that left me feeling like jelly.

“Very good, lovely,” Mistress was crooning softly. Her mouth was right next to my ear as I gasped for breath. She somehow managed to keep me upright while leaning against the wall. I felt her hands everywhere, caressing the hot and cold parts of me. She swept her fingers across my breasts and down my stomach to swipe at my clitoris before moving around to my ass. It was a light touch I nearly missed though it left my body tingling. “Oh, you were just wonderful. Can you stand on your own?”

Her arm shifted down so my back was against the wall. I clung to it and nodded.

“Very good. I’ll be right back.” She kissed my cheek before moving away from me.

There was a chill in the air without her at my side. I couldn’t help but whimper. Fortunately, a second later, she was clucking her tongue and right back where she had been a moment ago. “I hope you didn’t doubt me. Did you, after all we enjoyed?”

“No, Mistress,” I promised her.

“You really are lovely.” She hummed and shifted away slightly. But then she was rubbing something warm into my skin. Hot oil. It smelled like roses. Then there was a warm towel. She used both to brush over every inch of my body, the towel going both inside and out, to offer proper aftercare.

Mistress’s touch was everywhere. No one had ever cared for me so thoroughly, so gently. My weakened limbs relaxed with her touch. I wanted this to last forever. Soon I had forgotten the smell of my arousal until I only smelled the roses. When she’d finally covered everything, even wiping my face clean and brushing oil gently across my forehead, she stepped back.

“Here you are, lovely.” A warm blanket, softer than anything I’d ever felt, was wrapped around me. “Hold on now.” I obeyed. It felt as though she had wrapped me into a cocoon for safekeeping. Nothing could touch me now. She moved back and finally untied the blindfold. I blinked several times in the light, finding myself looking into her broad, smiling face. “There she is. Hello, lovely. How do you feel?”

My mouth opened but I was speechless.

I was satisfied, well pleasured. And cared for, now. Clinging to the blanket, I glanced around the room that seemed to tell me how much I had enjoyed tonight. Everything looked so clean. Maybe it had all been in my imagination. Had this all been a dream? I licked my lips. Then I turned back to Mistress to see her tilting her head and smirking at me.

“You’re supposed to answer me, lovely,” she said pointedly.

I glowed under her orders. “I feel wonderful.”

That smile widened and I felt like I had won over the sun and stars. “Very good.” She leaned forward and to my amazement, kissed the top of my head. It was a precious moment that warmed me more than this blanket. “You did perfectly. I shall leave you alone to gather yourself and your belongings. Don’t rush yourself. It is time we parted since you behaved yourself so well this evening. Do you remember the way out?”

My nod was more reluctant. When she raised an eyebrow, I answered, “Yes, Mistress.”

“I know, I shall miss you as well. But you are always welcome to return. Don’t take too long, and do drive home safely.” She nodded, studied me with one final appraising glance, and then swept out of the room without another look.

I clung to the blanket and let out a deep breath. The evening was over and we both knew it. I had come here for something, and I had received it—-tenfold, really. Thinking about what we had just done together put a flush on my cheeks.

Pulling myself together, I slowly dressed. My panties went into my pocket. I neatly folded the blanket and put it on the sawhorse, just needing an excuse to linger in the room. But I knew I needed to go. It was late and I had work in the morning. Moving to the door, I glanced back in the hopes of memorizing everything.

Or perhaps, I thought to myself, I would just have to find a way to return here again.

It might have been a birthday gift, this evening with Mistress, but there was no reason for this to be over. The experience had been well worth the cost. Heading out of Angelo’s, I considered how I could find another chance to come here again.

My body tingled with hope. It had been a perfect birthday present.