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Monday morning again. I frantically get ready for work, for some reason I forgot to set the alarm, I must have been distracted for some reason. Michael puts on his clothes that I washed for him on Saturday, and is quickly ready to go. I'm curious to see how this first week is going to go. I tell Michael not to tell anyone at work about this, since employee relationships are frowned upon. We have to act like nothing is going on, as well. I instruct him that I want him to come home right after work, and remind him that he is to be naked. He tells me that he has to stop by his house to do a few things, pick up clothes, check messages, etc, I agree, but to return back here immediately after that. The work day goes well, we both play it very cool, we see each other in passing twice, but nothing is made of it. I'm thinking this will not be hard to pull off.
When I return home after work, Michael has not arrived, even though he gets out an hour before me. I'm not concerned, I know he had to go home, but if he's not back within an hour he may be reintroduced to my crop. As expected, he pulls in within 15 minutes, as I'm fixing dinner. When he walks him I greet him with a kiss and a squeeze of his package. I remind him that he needs to strip, and I'll have dinner ready in a few minutes. Unfortunately, it's too late for tanning, but yesterdays session is noticeable, Michael is tanning up well. After dinner I decide to put him on display in his usual position in the living room. I string him up and gag him before reminding him of my plan to stretch his balls, not wanting to deal with any resistance or whining. Michael watches helplessly as I attach his ball stretcher and tie it down to the spreader bar. I set the timer for one hour, and sit down to watch the news, and Michael squirm. Of course he's fully erect with the tip of his cock glistening with pre-cum. Once the buzzer goes off, I kneel down in front of him and unscrew the stretcher and massage his sore balls. I can't resist cleaning the goo of the tip of his cock with my tongue. Unfortunately, after this little appetizer I realize I can't resist the main course.
"So Michael, I almost forgot dessert, guess what I'm having.....You!!
I then take his entire member into my mouth, and gently hold his balls with my hand. When I slide my lips to his head I wrap hand around his shaft, pumping him with my hand and mouth. As I'm holding his nuts, I'm able stroke his asshole with my finger, I also tease it by slightly pressing on it. I stop to lube that finger by placing it in my mouth, and then resume. With my finger lubed I now penetrate Michael's tight hole while still holding his balls. His groans heighten, I feel his body tighten, and very soon I feel his cock swell in my mouth, the cue that he's about to cum. He soon emits a loud groan, I can see him throw his head back as his cock delivers delicious shots of his semen into my mouth. I avoid immediately swallowing it, preferring to hold it in my mouth to fully taste it's sweetness. After cleaning up Michael's cock with my tongue, I now really need to be fucked, but I know it'll take a little while before he's ready. To speed up the process I decide to adorn Michael with a collection of clothes pins. I place one on each of his tender nipples, which produces a cute, little squeal. Next, I slowly begin to attach them to his scrotum, first one on the left, then one on the right, one in the front and one in the back. There's still room for one at the bottom of his ball sack, right in the middle of the others, and I also place one more on the little ridge of flesh between his balls and asshole. Just for fun, I threaten Michael by attempting to place one on the head of his cock, as he complains loudly through his gag, but I know this would be too much. Stepping back for a viewing, Michael looks yummy, bound, gagged, spread, stripped and clipped. It's such a turn on for me to do these things to him while he's helpless to stop me, and can only look on. After about 30 minutes Michael's cock is once again rigid, and I begin the painful process of removing the clips. Every clip that is removed produces a groan from my slave. After the clips are removed I tie a thin rope around his balls, cinching them yet again. The rope extends about four feet creating a leash of sorts. Keeping him gagged, I untie him and lead him into the bedroom by the leash, I really need to be fucked. I strip for action and get on the bed on all fours, and prompt Michael onto the bed with my new leash. I want it doggie style and position him behind me. He slowly slides in, my pussy heavily lubricated with desire, and he begins to fuck me. I lower my head to the bed, and being that I still have the leash in my hands, I can control how fast or slow Michael fucks me by pulling on his balls. Without being told Michael starts drilling me hard, which I like, and begin to moan from the sensation. However, I soon want to change the rhythm and do so by giving the leash a firm yank, stopping Michael and pulling him deep into me. I release the pressure on the leash and he resumes, but now using long, slow strokes. I reach down with my hand and start rubbing my clit, triggering the start of my orgasm.
"Good boy Michael, keep fucking me.... you're such a hot fuck...my little fuck toy"
God, I'm really getting close, this is slow building, the best kind.
"Keep driving your hard cock into me...a little faster baby....yes...like...that...OH...GOD....FUCK.......ME...."
I bury my face in the pillow and a huge wave of pleasure engulfs me. Michael is fucking me hard and fast, but as the orgasm passes I yank the rope, pulling him and his balls into me, holding him there while I recover. I then relax my grip on the rope, slide his cock out of me, and flip over. I still want him in a big way, and let him enter me again as I pull his mouth to mine, we engage in long, deep kisses. I can't seem to get enough of him. I spin the rope around so I can control him from the back , he slowly fucks me as we kiss, as I pull his balls in rhythm. I'm soon beginning to cum again as my clit is being stimulated every time he drives into me. I squeeze his small, tight ass, digging my nails in, as a wave of pleasure comes over me. It's not a huge orgasm, but it last longer than normal. I pull firmly on the rope to stop my fuck toy, but I continue kissing him before I roll him over onto his back. Knowing he wants to cum, I retrieve my jar to add to my collection, and quickly string Michael up as I did on the first night, kneeling on the bed, wrists tied to the ceiling, and a spreader bar separating his knees. I take his cock into my mouth, tasting my own juices, and begin pumping him with my mouth and hand, he immediately starts groaning. It takes a while to get him to pop, even as I tease his asshole, and massage his balls. He eventually gives me the signs that he's about to cum, his body tenses, and I feel his cock swell in my mouth. This is when I take him out of my mouth and put his cock in the jar as I continue pumping him with one hand. Hot streams of his white cum are soon shooting into the jar, as he thrashes in the ropes that hold him captive.
'' Good boy, I bet that felt good, you gave your mistress a big serving of cum from your cock."
I suck the remainder that still is slowly oozing out, before releasing my sex slave for the night.
On Tuesday morning Michael informs me that he needs to cut the lawn at his house after work. I figure this won't be a problem, and tell him to wear shorts and no shirt, this could be an opportunity to work on his tan. I also tell him not to shower at home, I want him to shower here, a little body hair is growing back, and I want to spray him down with hair remover.
When I return home after work I find a few packages waiting for me from UPS, they must be the toys I ordered on Sunday. Since Michael is not home from cutting the lawn, this would be a good time to take a peek at what I've just purchased. Everything seems to be here, it's a good amount of stuff. Some of the things are toys that Michael can use to pleasure me, and some of the things are toys that I'll use to torture or punish Michael. I hear him pull in and I quickly put everything back in the boxes, stashing them in the closet. I don't want him to see these things now, I like the element of surprise. When he comes in I give him a quick kiss which turns into another longer kiss, and eventually long, deep kisses. I'm starting to think I may be getting in deeper emotionally in this relationship than I had planned. Could I be falling in love with my little fuck toy? I run my tongue on his neck, tasting his salty sweat, reminding me he is definitely in need of a shower.
"Sweetie, why don't you hop in the shower, I'll be in in a few minutes to spray you down with the hair remover."
Once he's been cleaned up, I bring him out into the living room and tie him in his "display" position. I attach his ball stretcher and tell him I'm going to make dinner and we'll eat when his session is over. After dinner we watch TV for a bit, but I don't feel like dominating or torturing Michael as I have been. I think I just want to make love to him, and I'm a little afraid of this feeling. I'm 36, experienced with relationships, this is just supposed to be a fling, I don't want to get emotionally involved. After all, Michael is 18, I thought he would be the one who might not be able to handle it.
''Michael baby, let's go into the bedroom, I...I want to make love" I say, not believing what I just said.
I feel like I have just lost control of this relationship. Luckily Michael hasn't picked up on this, and obediently does what he is told. Once in the bedroom, I strip and get on the bed, and invite Michael to join me. He seems a bit confused that I'm not tying him up, or doing something to humiliate him. Once on the bed we start to kiss, we both feel a bit awkward.
''Michael, I just want to make love, no bondage or torture, I just want to you to make love to me...you know, slowly...gently."
He nods and knows exactly what I'm talking about, but he's surprised, not thinking I had it in me. He then starts to gently kiss my face, my neck, my ear, before slowly working lower to kiss my breasts while delicately fondling them. He glides his tongue lower, over my stomach, down my right thigh, tasting my every inch. He ends up slowly teasing me by caressing the insides of my thighs with his tongue, ever so slowly inching up to my sex. I resist pushing his face into my pussy, instead letting him glide his tongue around my pink folds. Finally, I feel him flick my clitoris, ahhh, this is followed by his tongue running the length of my slit. I know he's tasting my nectar, as I'm so turned I'm sure my pussy is dripping with anticipation. He works his way back to my clit and works it just as I taught him, but after a few minutes I can't hold back.
"Baby, I want you in me, I need you to make love to me," I whisper.
Soon Michael has penetrated me, feeling every inch of him slowly sliding in and out of my sex is delicious. I pull his face down to mine, I need to kiss him, I need to have my tongue in him, I can't seem to get enough. He continues to slowly make love to me, and soon we both feel the start of a mutual orgasm brewing. It builds slowly, however, Michael doesn't rush his rhythm. It slowly continues to build, which I know is going to lead to a long climax. Soon we both are reaching the summit, I begin to cum, in what seems like slow motion, with Michael right behind me. He throws his head back and groans, he thrust into me hard with each shot of his glorious semen. The origins of this orgasm seems to be deep within me, and my back arches as I feel a wave of goosebumps cover my entire body. I dig my fingernails into Michael's ass, in an attempt to keep him pumping me through my entire climax. Eventually this massive wave passes, and it feels like every ounce of tension has been exorcised from my body, as I lie there exhausted. Michael lies down next to me, and holds me. God, I can't believe this, it's actually romantic, I can't remember ever making love with this kind of passion before. Well, I guess that we were making love, not just fucking. There was no humiliation or control, no top or bottom, just two people enjoying one another. Sadly, this is new to me. We spend the next few hours in bed just talking, and I realize how much I like Michael as a person, not just as a sex object. I almost feel bad about all the evil things I have been doing to him, but I remind myself that he does enjoy it.
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