Part 2
Suddenly before I could contemplate my situation or even try to find an
alternate way out of it, I heard the door to the changing room begin to rattle.
Fearful of what was happening I looked at the lock to the room and noticed that
it was turning!
Thinking fast, I tried to suppress the fear and desperation in my voice as I
spoke loudly and with as much confidence as I could manage, "Excuse me, this
room is still occupied and I don't need any help." It was then that the door
opened and in stepped a woman, who then shut and locked the door behind her.
Thinking back to that first sight of the person I now know as my girlfriend,
lover, and Mistress, I find it hard to properly describe the feelings and
emotions that were coursing through me at the time. A part of my difficulty
stems from the fear and anticipation that I felt at being found in my current
predicament. Here I was dressed in latex, aroused, exposed and unable to do
anything about it. My first thought when I saw the lock turning was that I was
going to jail for indecent exposure but that thought, and every other in my
head, quickly disappeared as I looked upon the person who now stood before me
with a smug smile on her face, twirling a set of keys.
To say that she was stunning would be an great understatement, but I'm sure
that has something to do with my state of mind at the time. The first thing I
noticed surprisingly was her smile, which was accentuated by a dark red shade of
lipstick. Highlighted by a dark color as it was, her smile seemed to give
teasing hints of future adventures while giving a small glimpse at the
mischevious mind it belonged too. From this my eyes moved up and I noticed that
she had on latex mask that covered the upper portion of her face and concealed
her identity quite well. The mask was different from any I had ever seen before
because it looked like a typical latex cat mask but the ears and the top had
been removed. This allowed her gorgeous mane of hair, which was dark though
tinged with red or a similar color, to flow freely and naturally across her
shoulders and back. While following the wavy lengths of her hair, my eyes
finally took in what she was wearing upon the rest of her body. A black catsuit
that had a keyhole on her chest to display her ample cleavage to those brave
enough to steal a look. To set off this amazing look, my mysterious visitor
wore elbow length latex opera gloves; what looked to be 4 inch black stiletto
boots that came up to her mid calf; and a belt that held several toys such as a
crop, a dildo, and various other things.
As I tried to come to grips with the events that were transpiring before me,
my visitor began to chuckle at my predicament and at my expression. Setting the
keys she had used to enter as well as a small bag down, she finally spoke.
"Well I have to agree that the room is indeed occupied though I have to
disagree about you not needing help. You seem to be quite stuck hanging there
and what's more I think you need to be taught a lesson. Such a naughty boy to
be coming in here and playing with yourself. Now what are we going to do with a
naughty boy like yourself?", she taunted in playful tone.
Stunned, I tried to think up an excuse and speak. Unfortunately all I could
manage was a broken, "I-It's not w-w-what it l-looks like I swear."
Slowly she put a latex covered finger on my lips and softly whispered,
"Shhhh my pet. I know what you were doing in here because I could hear your
moans and whispered pleas for your Mistress to let you come."
"Damn!", I exclaimed in my mind, " I knew I should have picked up one of
those gags."
Slowly the woman before me moved her finger from my lips and began to gently
caress my face before moving her hand down to my crotch as she spoke. "Yes it
was quite the fantasy you seemed to be having but it's a shame to have a fantasy
alone when you can have it with someone else. You have a choice now. I can
either move that stool back over here and leave without you ever knowing who I
am, or what we could have done together or you can agree to place yourself in my
hands and in my control by simply saying "Yes Mistress".
Oh god I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Things like this don't
happen in real life. They are only supposed to happen in online erotica like a
person finds on Literotica or Liquidsmooth. Yet here I am bound to a wall while
being propositioned by a beautiful woman in a latex catsuit who was gently
stroking my still hard cock and waiting for my answer. "Ahh hell with it", I
thought, "It's not everyday that something like this happens." With my decision
made I said those two words that I had spoken in my fantasy's a hundred times
but never thought I would say to a real person.
"Yes Mistress"
Smiling at my answer she firmly squeezed my cock, "I am pleased with your
answer but with it come a few rules. First you are not to speak until I give
you permission or until I ask you a question. Second, I am your Mistress and
you will address me as such. Third as your Mistress, you will follow any order
I give you without question. For now these are the only rules that I will
expect you to follow and any disobedience will be punished. Now do you
understand these rules?"
Swallowing hard as I still tried to come to grips with what was happening I
nodded only to remember that she had asked me a question and probably expected a
verbal answer so I quickly stammered, "Yes Mistress".
Noticing my slip up she raised an eyebrow and chided me, "I will forgive
that slip up since you caught yourself slave, but be careful of the future when
I may not be as forgiving." That said, her face once again took on its playful
smile as I noticed a twinkle in her eyes behind the mask she wore.
Slipping her hand off of my twitching cock, she slipped both of her gloved
hands underneath my latex shirt and began to caress and stroke my chest and
stomach. The feeling of her hands covered in latex stroking my chest was
exquisite and I could only close my eyes and relish the feeling as she slowly
massaged my chest and tugged on my nipples.
"Oh god that feels good." I groaned as I writhed in pleasure and forgot
where I was and the role I had taken on. Suddenly I yelled in shock as my new
Mistress viscously pinched my nipples as hard as she could manage, then quickly
withdrew her hands with an angry look on her face
"I warned you slave that you were not to speak until I had given permission
or asked you a question yet you disobey me. Unlike you're last mistake this one
will not be so easily forgiven." she said angrily as she glared up at me.
Fearful of what she would do, I watched with trepidation as she took a
object from her belt and held it up to my face. With a stern voice that
expressed her anger she simply said, "Open slave". I of course had no wish to
further anger this temptress so I complied with little hesitation only to soon
find my mouth stuffed with a gag. No not just a gag but a penis gag!
Smugly she smiled up at me as I tried to express my dislike of this object
in my mouth, only to find out that nothing but muffled mewling and grunting
sounds came out of it. Finally seeing the futility of protesting any further I
hung there silently which pleased her even more as she reached up and patted my
cheek, "Now now slave, don't pout. After all it accomplishes nothing other than
making you look cuter. Now hold still while I play with my new toy, which is of
course you!"
Before I could fully contemplate those words she bent down and took the
length of my hard cock into her mouth in one smooth motion. Groaning into the
gag, I sucked in air through my nose as the intense heat and velvety soft
feeling of her mouth combined with the maddening movements of her tongue to
quickly create delicious bolts of pleasure that shot up my spine and went
directly to my brain. Helpless before her assault, I could only hang there and
moan as she continued to bob her head back and forth on my cock before releasing
it and standing up and looking at me with a cheshire grin.
"You know slave that really is a tasty piece of equipment you have there.
Not super large but just the right size and shape for sucking and I'm sure it
would be great for fucking as well. Perhaps we'll find out about the latter
option later but for now I'm not through playing with you yet."
With that she turned and grabbed the stool I had kicked over and set it in
front of me. As she knelt on it, I quickly realized that her head was even with
my crotch and she was in the perfect height to suck on my cock. Grasping my
cock by the base with her right hand, she began to slowly stroke it up and down
while her left hand gently massaged my balls. Continuing to masturbate me, she
slowly extended her tongue while looking up into my eyes and softly licked her
velvety tongue over the tip of my cock. Treating it as if my cock were a
popcicle and it was a hot summer day outside.
Oh god how I wanted to scream and beg for her to suck on my cock as she had
before but all I could manage was to mewl in frustration behind my gag. Hearing
my cries of desperation, she grinned evilly and broke her eye contact and began
to lick the head of my cock in earnest as if it were covered in sugar. Slowly
she'd place my cock deep in her mouth so that the entire bottom of the shaft was
resting against her tongue, then slowly, almost agonizingly, pull back until
just the tip rested on the end of her tongue. Next she would move her head and
slowly lick down one side of my cock head until she had met the rim and then
change direction, slowly running her tongue over the top of the head until she
reached the other side. Once there she would lick up the other side at the same
agonizingly slow speed until the tip of my throbbing cock once again rested on
the tip of her tongue. At this point she would push it deeply into her mouth
once more, suck on it once or twice, then start the whole tortuous process over
again.
At first I kept track of how many times she repeated this maddening cycle
but the mounting frustration combined with the paradoxal relaxation it invoked
caused me to quickly lose track of anything except the pleasure that was
emanating from my crotch. Even after she had stopped her ministrations on my
almost painfully erect cock, I hardly noticed until she brought me out of my
trance by speaking.
"Mmmmmm ... you are delicious slave and there is so much juice flowing out
of your cock that one would almost think you had already cum", my Mistress
purred in a low sultry voice. Then once again reaching out towards me, she
gently ran the middle finger on one of her hands around the head of my cock
collecting the juices dripping from my it, causing me to groan. Though not as
pleasurable as her loving tongue, the smooth texture of her latex gloved hand
was exquisite on the sensitive head of my cock. Raising her finger to her mouth
she locked her eyes onto mine as she greedily sucked the juice off of it. Then
taking the finger out of her mouth and once again running it around the head of
my cock she whispered softly, as if to herself, "But this is so much sweeter
and quite slippery so it should ease your discomfort."
Quickly, before I could ponder what she meant by her last statement, she
once again kneeled back on the stool and enveloped my cock once again in the
humid climate of her delicious mouth while spreading my legs apart. Thankfully
this time she seemed to be through toying with me and began to suck on my
throbbing cock in earnest while swirling her tongue around the shaft and head.
Lost in the pleasure her mouth was feeding my mind, I leaned my head back and
closed my eyes to concentrate on my fast approaching orgasm.
It was then I felt something where it shouldn't have been.
My eyes jerked open as I felt her latex covered finger, the same finger she
had lubricated with my precum, slowly slip into my ass! I jerked in shock and
screamed into my gag in protest at this unwanted invasion. Evidently she had
foreseen that I would react in such a way because I felt her free hand firmly
grasp my balls and squeeze them just enough to get my attention. Looking down I
saw her staring up at me and even with her mask on I could tell while she
continued to suck my cock, that she was silently letting me know that I had no
choice in this and there would be consequences if I didn't behave. So rather
than have my balls squeezed into jelly I calmed down and decided I would endure
this though not enjoy it. Seeing that I had calmed down and was going to play
along, she slowly began to move her finger in and out of my ass while continuing
to suck on my cock.
This continued on until the unthinkable happened. As she was sucking my
cock and fucking my ass with her finger I suddenly noticed that I was moving my
hips in rhythm to her finger fucking. I was enjoying getting my ass fingered by
this woman! "This is not supposed to feel good!", I thought to myself but I
could not deny that not only did it feel great but it was turning me on to have
this woman do it to me.
Suddenly my inner musings were disrupted when I felt Mistress quit sucking
on my cock and remove it from her mouth. Looking up at me she said mockingly,
"You like to getting your ass played with don't you slave?"
Trying to deny it even though I knew what she said to be true, I shook my
head fiercely which only elicited a smile from her.
"There's no reason to lie because I can still see your hips moving and
fucking yourself on my finger. Yes that's right slave, I quit moving my finger
as soon as we started talking but you continue to fuck yourself on my hand like
a slut in heat. That's what you are. You are a slut. Only sluts like to have
their asses played with and only sluts enjoy getting finger fucked. You like it
don't you slut?"
My head drooped in defeat as her words sunk in and I consciously realized
and accepted that I did enjoy her fucking my ass with her hand.
"Oh yes I can see it in your eyes that you like it. Maybe I'll fuck your
ass with my strap on. Would you like that? Yes I'm sure you'd like to ride my
hard she-cock like the slut we both know you are but that will have to wait but
I have something else that you should love."
All I did was look down at her and moan behind my gag, trying to beg her to
finish me off and let me cum like the slut she told me I was and the slut that I
felt like. I did like her finger in my ass and I liked what she did next even
more. Again engulfing my cock with her sultry mouth, she pushed her finger even
deeper into my ass and curved it inward so that she could massage my prostate.
Soon she wasn't moving at all while I did all the work as I humped forward
into her mouth so she could suck on my cock and then thrust backward to fuck
myself on her finger. Back and forth I went as the sensations overwhelmed me.
All the while I reveled in my newfound submission and tried to act like a slut
for my Mistress. In my mind I kept on hearing Mistress call me a slut and
telling me how she was going to fuck me with her strap on dildo.
Finally Mistress took her mouth off of my cock and whispered up to me, "Cum
for me slut. Cum for your Mistress like the wanton slut-slave that you are"
That was all it took.
Pushed finally over the edge, my body stiffened as waves of pleasure crashed
through every nerve in my body. Again and again I felt cum blast out of my cock
and into Mistress' mouth. All through this she never missed a beat and
continued to suck on my cock while fucking my ass with her finger, trying to
milk every last drop out of me. How long my orgasm really lasted I don't know.
I'm sure it was only a handful of seconds but the incredible pleasure from my
explosion seemed to last hours and left me hanging limply on the wall while I
tried to catch my breath through my nostrils.
