A guest post today — let’s just call the author Mistress M, shall we? Female dominant, male submissive.

She sat on the edge of the hotel bed drinking a glass of red wine to settle her nerves. Legs crossing and uncrossing the silky nylon of her thigh highs giving on an axious charge. It had been so long since she’d seen him.

Would he look the same? Dark and sexy with that little smirk…god she hoped so.

Would he still think she was beautiful like he used to whisper in her ear long ago?

She sent him a text, “are you seeing anyone?”

He replied “no, I’m not, you?

She didn’t respond just booked a plane ticket and sent a text when she was in town. “Meet me at the Omni hotel, 7pm. Don’t be late…your Mistress will not like that.” He tried to respond, she just simply said, “no talking…7pm.”

So now she sat, drinking wine, reapplying her red lipstick, and glancing at the clock. 6:58…would he come?

She looked in the mirror…all the things he fantasized about…black latex corset, crotchless panties, thigh high stockings attached to the garters and knee high lace up black boots. She had straightened her hair because he always liked that and wore her glasses. She felt like she might start shaking at any point and drank another sip of wine.

Then the knock on the door came. Finally.

Her heart was pounding when she opened the door and there he was. He looked exactly the same…a little older, a little more filled out then when she’d seen him last, but just as beautiful. He always took her breath away like no one ever had, before or since. He was quite simply devouring her with his eyes.

“Fuck.” he said, “Hi,” and she just stared at him regaining her composure.

“Come in…have a glass of wine while you take your clothes off.”

“Jessica, don’t you think-“

“No talking and you will call me Mistress or you will be punished.”

He stopped and she could see his body language visably change. How long had he repressed those feelings? He wanted this and badly. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispered and drained his wine glass.

“Get another,” she said. “You are going to need it.”

She sat on the bed and watched him nervously fill his glass and let her own smirk come across her lips. “Take your clothes off. Now.”

He stared at her,”yes, Mistress.”

In 30 seconds he was naked and hard in front of her. “Drink your wine, slave.” She knelt down in front of him and grasped his cock in her hand and looked up at him. “Miss me?”

“Yes.”

She squeezed and he sucked in his breath, “how much?”

“So much,” he barely whispered out.

She raked her nails down the inside of his thigh, “Good. Put the wine glass on the nightstand and lay on your back on the bed.”

He laid down and she quickly tied his arms and legs to the bed with the restraints that were tucked in under the mattress out of sight. She pulled out the leather whip and laid it on the nightstand. “Slave you have 20 seconds to make me cum, if you do not you will be punished.”

She climbed on top of him and slowly lowered her wet pussy on his mouth. Counting to 20 in her head and holding back her orgasm which was fighting to win. “That’s too bad. You seem to have forgotten how to please your mistress.”

She picked up the whip and ran it down his body slowly, “please don’t, I’ll try harder. I’m sorry, Mistress.”

She brought it down hard on his stomach, “Do not talk and do not beg unless I tell you to.” She slipped out of her panties and shoved them in his mouth, “there, now you will be quiet. I think 20 lashes for failing to do something so easy.”

She went to work covering his body with welts and then licking them to ease the sting. When she was done they were both breathing hard.

Removing the dirty panites from his mouth she said, “now you can try again.” This time she let go and came quickly drenching his face and beard. He very eagerly licked up every drop, murmering thanks in between breaths. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, “mmmm next time it’ll be your cum I taste on my tongue but, first we have more playing.”

She untied him and said, “bend over the end of the bed and wait for me.” She went into the bathroom and came out wearing her strapon. He was purposely looking the other way knowing what was coming but she would not let him off that easily.

“Look at me, slave.” He very slowly turned his head and looked at her in the eyes…that look she loved. Complete vulernablity. Complete submission. He would never say the safe word and she knew it. “Ask me to fuck you. Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me mistress. I want you to hurt me.”

“Good boy. Very good boy.”

She very roughly pushed him over applied the lube and very slowly forced her way into him. He moaned. “Don’t fucking move, you dirty boy. I know you like it.”

She started out slowly then moved faster and deeper until he was begging her to stop.

“Lay down on the bed.” Once he was laid back she tied his arms down again, and began to fuck him again.

“Do you want to cum, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress…please.”

She slipped out of the strapon but left it inside him and began sucking his cock. Very slowly and deep in her throat at first but then faster. Then she stopped.

“You will ask me.”

“Please, Mistress can I cum?”

“NO.”

She pushed the dildo farther in and began sucking him hard and fast.

“Please. Please let me cum.”

“NO. If you cum I will bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

She went back to slow torture and looked up at him and he was practically in tears. She went faster, using her hand which she knew would send him over the top.

“Please. Please.”

“I will let you cum…but you know what you have to do…”

“No…don’t make me.”

“If you want to cum you will have to.”

“I will…I’ll do anything you want. Just please, let me.”

She went back to work and very soon he was pumping into her mouth, filling it up. She sucked the last drop dry and started the slow crawl up his body staring at him…she grabbed his face and forced his mouth open and kissed him. She dripped all the cum back into his mouth swirling it around with her tongue before untying him and allowing him to kiss her back. She swallowed and kissed him again.

She smiled and looked at him, “good boy. Very good boy.”

He smiled back and his eyes turned dark, “I hope you enjoyed yourself because I’m about to pay you back…harder….”