Learning to Serve: Possession

After Joan regained a normal breathing pattern, she stood up, patted Scott on the head and went to the bedroom. She came back with the cock ring and instructed Scott to put it back on. Joan instructed Scott sit next to her on the couch. As they watched the movie, Joan would gently stroke Scott’s cock, kissing his nipples, sucking his cock, then stroking it again. This pattern repeated itself until the movie’s conclusion. Scott was ordered to go to the bedroom and lie on the bed on his back. Joan soon followed with a thin spatula in her hand, along with a couple of waters. After placing the waters and spatula on the nite stand, she secured Scott’s arms to the bedposts. Immediately following, she mounted Scott and slid down on his cock, riding him, using her cock as she pleased.

“Whose cock is this?”

“It is yours Mistress. I am your slave; you own me and all that I am.”

“Yes, my lovely pet, I love riding my lovely cock. I am going to instruct you to do many things this weekend and I expect you to comply without hesitation. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Mistress, I will comply with all of your wishes.”

Overcome with a euphoria heightened by the power she had over her young lover, Joan orgasmed quickly and hard on “her” cock. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, YESSSS, FUCK, I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE THAT I OWN IT! YOU ARE THE BEST LOVER EVER AND I OWN YOUR ASS!” Joan shouted out the words in pure ecstasy and possession, never having totally held dominion over any one person as she did Scott, never possessing a man like this, never having orgasmed as hard and as much as she did with her slave. This was new territory for Joan as well and she was creative enough to continue to push his limits and her own. As her orgasm began to subside with her collapsed on his chest, she smiled to herself as her more conditioning of Scott was to come.

Scott’s head was abuzz with an overwhelming sense of contentment, with his owner slowly panting on top of him, his cock still rock hard deep inside of her, and his own satisfaction denied because the cock ring cut off any possibility of his own release. Scott was relieved that he could not cum as he was not given permission and did not want to be punished. He had avoided ogling Sarah on the couch and he had brought his Mistress to multiple orgasms already. Tonight was going to be an easy night.

Once Joan’s breathing was normal, she slid her sopping wet and warm pussy off of her slave’s cock, grabbed the spatula from the nightstand, pulled the cock ring off of “her” cock, and slid down so her mouth was above Scott’s cock. She began to kiss his head, licking the length of his gorgeous manhood. Taking his magnificent cock deep into her mouth, Scott’s hips instinctively pushed up, reacting to her talented mouth. Joan slowly worked Scott’s cock up and down, his breathing becoming more ragged, hips pumping, he was so close.

Without warning, Joan quickly released Scott’s cock, grabbed the spatula, pulled it back, and snapped it down on Scott’s balls.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHRRRRGGGGG! UHHH! UHHHH! UHHHH!,” Scott wailed.

Joan repeated the action three more times as Scott winced and wailed at this new found torture.

“I’m sorry Mistress. What did I do? I’m sorry, please don’t, no more, please, please, uuuhhhhggg.”

With tears trickling down the sides of his face and the feeling of a softball lodged in his lower stomach from the blows to his balls, Scott’s need to cum had vanished. Confused, hurt, and feeling abandoned, Scott felt Joan begin to pivot direction and gently massage his throbbing balls while moving up to kiss her captive lover. She kissed him passionately and possessively, as Scott began to release himself to the moment of his lover’s soft touch and loving kiss. Joan’s hand was stroking Scott’s cock, providing sweet pleasure as she kissed his nipples, supercharging Scott’s reactions, working him up to an excited intensity again. Joan’s mouth took his full length in her mouth again, working all the way up to the tip, sucking, licking, pumping it with her hand as then half the length was in her mouth. Scott’s eyes were closed, head slowly moving from side to side, hips began to buck again, pushing toward her mouth, working to his orgasm.

SMACK! Again, Joan snapped Scott’s tender and vulnerable balls with the spatula. Once, twice, three more times with Scott screaming out in pain, “UUUUUUHHHHHHGGGGGG!”

“UH! UH! UH!” was all that escaped his mouth as Joan left the bed and walked to the en suite. Scott again sat bewildered, frustrated, and confused. His breathing was haphazard with his chest heaving and balls aching, but an odd feeling of excitement was mixed with it this time. His owner was using her cock exactly how she chose to use it. It was for her pleasure and amusement and Scott began to realize just how much possession she had of him. Lying there alone, he already missed her touch, whether a beating, torture, or caress, Scott needed her touch in any form. Scott closed his eyes and a small smile formed on his face, realizing how prolific this woman had become in his life in such a short amount of time.

A few moments later, he felt her lips on his cock again, licking, softly sucking, kissing. Scott’s cock immediately sprung to rock hard again. Joan placed the cock ring back on her cock, mounted it with her dripping pussy, and rode it to two more orgasms. After her second orgasm, she pulled her pussy off his cock and then collapsed to Scott’s right side, half-heartedly reaching down and removing the cock ring. The blood flowed uncomfortably through his cock as simultaneously, he relished its release. Joan cuddled up to her slave, nuzzling her head on his chest, placing a leg over his midsection, and pulling the covers over them. Both Mistress and slave drifted off to sleep, one fully satisfied, and the other mentally exhausted and physically frustrated.

Sarah softly tapped on her mother’s door at about 3 A.M., slowly opening the door when there was no response. The light on the nightstand was still on and the site that greeted Sarah sent electricity from her pussy throughout her entire body. Both lovers were asleep, with Scott’s hands chained to the bed behind him and Joan nuzzled up to her captive. As Sarah approached the bed, Scott’s hard-on was noticeable under the covers. Sarah giggled a bit, which awoke Scott, looking at Sarah with a mix of embarrassment, shock, and horror. Sarah smiled, pursed her lips, and blew Scott a kiss, followed by a wink from gleaming eyes of lust and desire.

“Mom, mom, I am home,” Sarah whispered as her mother lifted her head.

“Oh, hello dear. Did you have a good time?”

“Yes, mom, I did. Sorry to disturb you, but I know you want me to check in when I get. home.”

“That’s okay dear, no trouble at all. Could you turn off that light before you leave? Good night.”

With that, Joan’s head dropped back down on Scott’s chest and she was off to sleep again. Sarah reached for the light, hesitating a moment, looking hungrily up and down Scott’s half bound body. Again, she smiled, bent down and kissed Scott’s cheek. The feel of her soft lips on Scott was disarming. They seemed to flutter on his cheek, pressing gently, but firmly as the sweet scent of her young womanhood invaded Scott’s consciousness. Whatever punishment he may receive will be worth that simple encounter. He stared at her the entire time, enthralled by her youthful simplicity and beauty.

Sarah whispered, “Sleep well Scott.” and then turned off the light and left the room.