The Mistress and Her Prince  - A Short Story

The door to the bedroom opened and closed as she entered silently without a word.  She caught me in the act of struggling at my bonds that she had tied earlier in the night. She had just left me there to lay and wait for her return at her leisure.

“Oh my poor presumptuous Prince,” she said to me,  “do you really think I would allow you to come undone? By that of course, I mean your bonds."

"You have a pretty good idea of what I would do.  Oh my poor Prince,” she smiled at me patting me on my head like a pet.

“However, I don't want you just needy, I want you begging and pleading for me to let you cum, with you on the brink of hysteria,” she grabbed my hair forcing me to look her in the eye. My hands were tied tight above my head to the bed while in a sitting position awaiting her pleasure.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said simply, knowing the rules as I eyed the riding crop in her hand. She was never hesitant at using it when I forgot them. Oh, if I only could get out of these fucking bonds.

“First things first, would be checking exactly how tight that rope is. I don't want you slipping out on me.”  

Fuck!  Can she read my mind, I thought.

She yanked my legs down and jerked my body towards her. The rope bit into my wrists...She worked expertly, first, one leg, then the other as I was tied spread eagle to the bed...

“You look so handsome, so helpless and under my control...” she trailed a finger down my naked chest to my crotch.

“You will be blindfolded and the last thing you will see is me dressed, clad in my leather and lace panties, red lips, black thigh highs and high heels...”   a wicked laugh erupted from her as she leaned in giving me a deep kiss.

I had only eyes for her eyes as the blindfold was applied and darkness descended. I felt a sharp rap of pain on my stomach, knowing it must be the riding crop.  Fucking bitch, I thought to myself.

“You don't get to see me coming at you...let all your other senses take over Sir...”  I smiled inwardly at the honorific to myself as she could not fully give up my dominance of her. She knew she may end up in the same position soon herself.

I felt the gentle touch of the riding crop as it slowly started to be drawn in lazy light lines down the length of my body,  starting with behind my ear, across my lips, down my neck, chest, stomach, and then down the inside of my thigh-

SNAP!

“Breath in the pain and blow it out like a good boy...I want to hear that hiss on your lips and see you biting down on your lips...”   Her voice dropped in tone ..deeper…more serious.

She slapped my chest, legs, each hit getting a little stronger sting than the next. The last hit on my bicep registered deep and I could not help but to let out a hiss in pain as she expected from me.

Her tongue then lightly licked the place of pain….soothing me…her tongue glided along my bicep. I felt her body move over top of me on the bed. Her bare chest rubbed across my own. Her breast moved down over my stomach, finally to my hard cock. She then straddled my body, leaning in close to my lips.

"Take my nipple in your mouth and suck it, I want to see your mouth on me,” her voice came out hard and commanding but in a whisper of need.

She took a turn with each nipple, letting me suck them hard and then moved suddenly away, grabbing my head roughly tipping my head back, exposing my neck...I felt her tongue lick up slowly to my chin, she bit my neck hard without warning.

"This will be only one of many marks - YOU are mine," She whispered harshly.

“Yes, Mistress,”  I whispered back, lost in her attention to me now. As she straddled me, she started to grind her slick pussy against my stiff cock slowly back and forth for just a moment...

“I don't think you want this pussy enough,” she said roughly in my ear, biting down on my earlobe. Hard.

She positioned herself and slammed down hard on my cock – “Fuck me good!” she screamed, as she slapped and then clutched at my chest. She dug her nails into my sides and leaned in, biting my chest just above my nipple as she gyrated her hips. God, her pussy felt so tight.

I felt her pussy clenching on my cock ever so slightly while she moved up and down, riding the thickness of it.

“You are not moaning enough Sir... I need you to want this more,” she gave my thigh a wicked slap as she jumped off my cock. She slowly straddled my face and hovered.

"Do you want to taste this pretty pussy? Lick my clit. Taste yourself on me. Devour this pussy then!" she commanded.

She sat, smothering my face.  I ravaged her pussy as I suckled and nipped and bit at her pussy, dipping my tongue into her center,

“Fuck yes, savor my taste mixed with yours...” she whispered.

I could tell she was on the edge of an orgasm as she backed up a little and let herself wash over me, letting herself drip down my neck and chin. I could feel her lean down and lick herself off of me.  She then slid her tongue over my lips...

“I love my taste on your lips,” she whispered to me, as she gave me a heated kiss and sucked the droplets of herself off my mouth. She sat back and took my cock into her pussy again.  She went hard and fast, hips gyrating again as I bucked and moved my own hips to meet her movements.

"You will tell me when you are about to cum. Understand?" she commanded.

I could only nod because I was moaning and whispering her name under my breath imagining what she must look like as she fucked me on top. It was a pleasure and a torture all at the same time.

She wetted her fingers from her pussy, putting them in my mouth. I sucked frantically as she continued to fuck me faster, slamming her tight pussy onto my thick cock.

“Fuck yes, your cock is hitting the brink of every wall I have...fuck!” she clawed my chest, raking down my stomach.

I was almost there. I could feel myself building for an explosion.

“Please Mistress, let me cum, I’m close, so fucking close,” I told her.

I know she can't and won’t grant my request as I get the answer to my question. A slap to my face and her stopping suddenly from screwing me and grabbing me by the neck...

“After I think you can control yourself,” she whispered in almost a hiss, still holding my throat.

She slipped herself on to me again and heaven returned. She started moving slowly, gyrating and applying a little more pressure to my throat.

“Will you ever get your release?” she asked, not expecting an answer.

I started pulling at my ropes wanting to break them with sheer strength and fucking fuck the hell out of her...damn her…fuck. I yelled inside my head.

“I know you want control, to ravish me. You will just have to be a good boy and take this sweet torture,” she said, almost laughing as she continued to fuck my cock.

She leaned in close to my ear, hands still on my throat.

“Let me be your obsession, needing me and wanting me in ways you can't even understand...I will only let you cum on the brink of hysteria my Darling Prince…..”

And the world just faded away and it was just me and her for as long as she wanted...