The Old College Try
I am a college student, and hence spent an enormous amount of my time in
bars. I'm thin, about six feet tall, with curly brown hair and big brown eyes,
and I've been told that I'm cute in a 'bookish' sort of way. I suppose its
true, I don't really know, I've only had two girlfriends in my life, and I've
only had sex with the last one whom I was with throughout high school and my
first year in college. So I guess I'm inexperienced, or whatever.
So there I was sitting in a bar, already a little bit sauced when in
walked a beautiful brunette. I mean, man, she was a real looker. She had
perfect legs, deep blue eyes, a bright smile, everything. I think I fell in
love with her as she walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. I know I was
staring because she gave me a weird little look as she scanned the crowd, not
angry or anything, just probably surprised at my reaction. She shouldn't have
been though; almost every guy in the bar was casting jealous eyes at her
luscious figure. And the way she moved, something about it just screamed to
every guy to stare straight at her, as if it would be a regret one could hold
for life if they missed a moment of it. Still though, I felt bad about staring
and flushed bright red and stared down into my beer, and took a couple of
swallows until I felt my face return to normal.
"Can I get you another?" I looked up and there she was, standing right
next to me at the bar. I flushed all over again, not trusting my voice so I
smiled and nodded quickly.
She turned to the bartender and I caught the scent of her hair, it was
perfect, flowery and beautiful, just like her. When she turned back to me I was
caught up in those deep blue eyes again and it took me a second to realize she
had asked me my name.
"Er...Tristan," I mumbled.
"I'm Sarah, pleased to meet you." She smiled back at me and held out
her hand, for some reason I got a picture in my head of someone holding a hand
out to soothe a frightened or skittish animal.
I shook her hand, and then drank some more of my beer, trying to think
of something interesting to say, knowing she probably heard all the lines I
could think of every time she came out.
"So, do you go to school here?" She asked.
"No, I drink here, I go to school over there." As silly as it was that
little joke managed to break the ice. After a few more beers, which to my
embarrassment, she paid for, we were chatting away like old buddies. She was a
psychology major who practiced photography in her spare time, but mostly we
talked about philosophy, which was my major.
I couldn't believe it, there I was sitting in a campus bar, surrounded
by other guys who were confirmed players and the sexiest girl in the place was
talking to me! In fact, I think she was even flirting with me. She kept
sliding closer to me, and eventually started putting her hand on my arm, and
then shoulder, which raised my blood pressure considerable. I felt myself flush
each time she did it, which made me even more embarrassed so I flushed even
harder. But her smile was too sweet for me to get that uncomfortable, and her
eyes too understanding.
Normally I don't drink very much, but I really didn't want the
conversation to end and she kept buying drinks, so I had a lot. Pretty soon I
wasn't flushing anymore, and I was doing my best to flirt back, even though I
wasn't nearly as good at it as she was. In fact, I had so much that I didn't
even notice that for every four drinks I had, she had one. I didn't even notice
when halfway through the conversation she switched from rum and coke to just
coke.
"Hmm," She looked around, pouting her glossed lips, my heart nearly
dropped into my stomach as I thought she was about to leave, "This place is
getting kind of crowded. How about we go to my place? Its close, and its
quieter."
"Uh, yeah, yeah sure." I managed to stutter, totally in shock at the
offer, even though I knew she didn't want me to come over for what I wanted, I
was thrilled at the idea of spending time with her, even if she wasn't
good-looking she was a lot of fun to hang out with.
"Alright, c'mon then." She put down her glass and waited for a second
while I drained mine, then threaded her way out among more jealous stares, and a
few angry ones for me.
True to her word, her apartment was only a few blocks from campus. It
was a nice brick building with a secure entrance, and I wondered how a college
student could afford to live there. It was a far sight from my little studio.
I think we went up four or five flights of stairs to get to her floor, and once
we were inside my suspicions about the price of the place were confirmed. Nice
hard wood floors, beautiful furniture, lots of space, everything you could
possibly want.
"Make yourself comfortable." She said, waving airily at the couch.
"Would you like some wine? I'm afraid I don't have any beer."
"Uh, yeah, wine...sure." I moved over to the couch, feeling my head
start to swim a little and thinking the last beer hadn't been such a good idea.
"What kind?" She smiled at me from the archway into the kitchen.
"Uh, red I guess..." I mumbled.
"Yeah, but what kind, Merlot?" She laughed sweetly and her deep blue
eyes danced inside the frame of her silken brown hair.
"Oh, yeah, that's good." I grinned at her foolishly and silently cursed
myself since I didn't really know much about wine, I wondered if I had sounded
stupid.
She smiled at me again and then turned and walked into the kitchen. I
could hear the tinkling of glasses and the sound of a corkscrew whining in a
cork. I looked around the apartment again, noting all the psychology books, a
few philosophy books, and a number of interesting photographs on the wall. I
stared enviously at her entertainment center, full of state of the art sound and
video equipment. Then more enviously at the computer on a desk to the side of
the living room. It sure looked top of the line. Of course if she were a
photographer she probably did a lot of graphics work with it. Just as I
began to wonder what was taking her so long she came back with two glasses of
red wine in her hand.
"Here you go, it's a nice vintage, I think you'll like it." She
hesitated a second looking down at the glasses then handed me one. I wish she
had handed me the other, my head was already spinning and the one she gave me
was fuller than the other.
I smiled and took a sip. It was really good. Pretty complex taste but
I liked it a lot so I took another. "Thank you, this is very good."
She smiled and sat down beside me on the couch. She reached down for a
control and in a second some sort of soft jazz was snaking its way seductively
through the room from the speakers by the stereo. She raised her glass to me in
toast, "To new friends."
I smiled and clicked my glass against hers a little unsteady, but
heartfelt. I took a sip and she drained her entire glass. Not wanting to seem
rude, I did the same. She smiled at me brightly and took the glass from my
hand, setting it on the coffee table with hers, then scooted closer to me and
planted a kiss on my cheek. I breathed in raggedly, my pulse quickening at her
proximity, my face flushing and my cock getting hard in my pants. I turned
toward her a little bit in surprise and she kissed my again, full on the mouth.
I couldn't even respond I was so shocked at what was happening.
Her lips mashed against mine, her tongue snaking its way aggressively
through my lips and into my mouth. I felt her hands move onto me then, as I sat
stock-still. One moved up my chest until she was stroking my throat softly with
it, the other was moving along my thigh, oh so slowly, toward my crotch. She
leaned back and licked her lips, her hand still resting on me. "You don't do
this very often do you, sweetie?"
I flushed even harder and looked down from her gaze, shaking my head
that I didn't. She laughed softly and her hand moved further up my thigh, just
barely brushing the head of my cock. I moaned softly, still not daring to look
her in the eye in case I should find out that that sweet, forgiving laugh was
matched by a contemptuous look. She leaned forward again, kissing her way along
my neck to my ear. I shivered as I felt her hot breath against my ear, my head
spinning between my arousal and the alcohol.
"There's nothing to be afraid of here. You're safe with me. Don't you
want me?" She licked my ear after that and I thought I might die as my head
began spinning wildly.
I woke up dazed and disoriented. I was lying on a couch in some strange
place. There was the sound of running water coming from somewhere off to my
right. I looked around trying to figure out where in the hell I was, then it
hit me. Sarah! I had passed out on her couch just as she was kissing me. I
cursed myself for missing a golden opportunity, wondering if she would ever give
me another chance. I got up, noticing that somewhere along the way my clothes
had been changed, I was now wearing what appeared to be a rather expensive pair
of silk pajamas. Right as I had decided I should explore a little bit and find
out where my clothes were the water cut off. I stood stock still, frozen in the
middle of the living room as a door to my left opened and Sarah walked out
wrapped in towel, her hair dripping around her head.
"Good morning." Gone were the sweet smile and the dancing eyes.
"Uh, hi, umm...Look, I'm really sorry," I stuttered, then looked down,
so disoriented, frustrated and embarrassed that I felt tears coming to my eyes.
"Yeah, well, you drank a little bit too much, it's no big deal." But it
was, I could tell from her voice that it was. For some reason I had an almost
overwhelming urge to throw myself down at her feet and beg her to forgive me.
I looked up and saw those deep blue eyes staring at me appraisingly, not
angry, just as if she were wondering exactly what it was I was going to do.
Again, I felt an urge to throw myself down at her feet and beg her to forgive
me. "Look, I'll make it up to you, I swear, I'll do anything."
She smiled at me, but it didn't touch those questioning blue eyes,
"Anything? Will you really do anything?"
"Yeah, look I'm so sorry, please...let me make it up to you?" I could
feel a tear escape my eye and run down my cheek.
"She smiled at me and walked over, wiping the tear away gently. "All
right, I'm doing a study for my psychology class that involves hypnosis. If
you'll stay here this weekend and let me record your behavior under hypnosis,
then maybe we can both forget about last night."
I smiled at her weakly and nodded my assent eagerly. "Thank you, thank
you so much."
She smiled at me again and shook her head laughingly. "Hear me out
first, Tristan. You have to be completely willing to go under and accept
whatever suggestions I need to complete my experiment. For you to be in the
proper state of mind you can't drink any alcohol for the next two days, and umm.
Well you can't ejaculate at all."
I flushed a bright shade of red at the last, but I nodded again.
"Alright...that's fine, I can do that."
She smiled at me again and then went and showed me my clothes. When we
were both dressed she showed me the door, giving me her phone number and telling
me to call her Friday after I was done with all my classes.
The next two days went by excruciatingly slow. All I could think about
was Sarah, and that night that I had almost spent with her. I kept imagining
myself on my knees before her. Kissing her feet, licking her pussy, begging her
to spank me. I've fantasized about those things since I was a teenager, even
though I never had the courage to ask anyone to do them to me. Normally though,
I can control my fantasy time. For some reason I couldn't with Sarah. I could
hardly do anything expect sit there and think about her and imagine her doing
all sorts of depraved things to me.
I found myself masturbating constantly. Every time I thought about her
I would eventually end up with my hand around my cock, bringing myself right to
the edge of orgasm and then stopping, mindful of what she had told me about her
experiment. I knew I was only making things harder on myself, but I just
couldn't help it. When I went to sleep I would dream about her, and each night
I woke up several times on the verge of orgasm. I even started keeping a
journal of the times that I masturbated with short descriptions of the fantasies
I had when I did. That's something I had never done before, but if I failed to
do it, I couldn't concentrate on anything else until I had.
It got to the point on Friday where I just skipped all my classes
walking around my studio in the nude all day because I couldn't stand the amount
of time it took me to take my pants down if I needed to stroke myself. I was
starting to panic, it seemed like something was seriously wrong with me. I also
started to worry about how I might behave around Sarah if she put me under
hypnosis, but there didn't seem like there was much I could do about that. I
had promised, and even the thought of not seeing her that day was enough to
nearly start me crying. As the afternoon wore on, I simply sat on my bed,
stroking my cock slowly, keeping it continuously at the edge of orgasm, and
waiting until I could call her.
Finally the time arrived and somehow my head completely cleared. I got
up off the bed and took a shower and got dressed. I gathered up a few things
into an overnight bag, my shaving kit, a few books, etc. Then I went over to
the phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?" Her voice was like honey in my ear.
"Uh, hi...its Tristan, just wondering if you are ready for me to come
over for that thing?" My voice was still uncertain, but I knew I wanted more
than anything to see her again.
"Oh! Hi! How've you been, sweetie?" Her voice laughed at me over the
phone, but I loved it, even though I felt myself flushing a deep red at the
thought of answering that question honestly.
"Err, fine. How are you?"
"I'm good...you can come over now, its all ready for you. Don't worry,
sweetie, we'll have fun this weekend." I could hear her smile over the phone.
"Uh, okay, I'm gonna catch a cab, I'll be over in a little bit."
"Cab, huh? You sure are in a hurry, but that's okay by me. I'll be
here, waiting for you." I could hear that smile again, and the last words set
my pulse to racing.
I practically ran down the stairs and hailed the first cab I saw. Even
though it was only like a twenty-minute walk from my place to hers, I much
preferred the three-minute cab ride. I thrust a twenty at the driver not
bothering to wait for my change and hit her buzzer. I leapt for the door as the
answering buzz came from it, and ran up the flights of stairs to her floor,
knocking on her door just as it opened.
There I stood, breathing heavily from my hurried journey over, and I
could hardly take my eyes off her. She looked just as gorgeous today as she had
the day before. She was wearing skintight jeans and a small cream-colored tee
shirt that showed off her luscious figure quite flatteringly. Her lips were
glossed the prettiest shade of pink I have ever seen. Her eyes shone at me from
beneath her beautiful brown hair, and I found myself looking down at the floor,
embarrassed for staring.
"You look beautiful," I managed to murmur.
"Why thank you. You look pretty good yourself. Would you like to come
in?"
I let her lead me into the living room, and felt my cock begin to rise
as I was once again in the room that had been the stage of so many of my
fantasies for the past two days. She motioned to the couch and I sat down. I
looked around and noticed that the lights were very dim. On the table was a set
of headphones and a stray with a vial of some liquid, some alcohol swabs, and a
syringe. I stared at them, wondering what exactly I had gotten myself into.
She noticed my look, "Tristan, I have to make sure that you're okay with
this. It won't work if you don't want it to, at least not well enough for my
experiment. This is going to be a drug induced hypnoses session to study the
effectiveness of this technique for behavior modification. You know, like
helping people stop smoking, or kleptomaniacs stop stealing, etc. I promise
that I can remove all of the suggestions at the end of this weekend. I also
promise that your name will remain anonymous in my documentation of the
experiment. However, I do need you to sign a release stating that you
understand and are willing to undergo the treatment."
She held a piece of paper out to me, and a pen. I pretended to read it,
but all I could think about was how beautiful she looked, and how hard my cock
was, how much I wanted to come, how much I wanted to admit all my dirtiest
little secrets to her. I wanted to tell her about the time that I stole my
girlfriend's panties, and how I would still wear them around, under my clothes
to school, or jerk off in them and suck my come out of them. I signed the paper
and handed it back to her.
She smiled at me and leaned forward, kissing my cheek whispering in my
ear, "You won't regret it, I promise."
I leaned back while she measured out a dose of fluid from the syringe.
She wiped down my arm with alcohol and I tensed as I felt the prick of the
needle in my arm. I didn't really feel any different as she pulled the needle
out, covered it with a cap and set the tray back down on the table. She then
took a locket from around her neck, her tits thrusting out invitingly as she
reached behind her head.
"Now I'm going to put you under. The drug will make you a little groggy
for a while, and more amenable to my suggestions. Then you'll wake up and we
can begin recording the results. We'll do another session of hypnosis tomorrow
morning, and another tomorrow night, and so on, until the last one on Monday
morning, possibly Monday night, but only if you want to." I looked at her in
surprise then realized it was a three-day weekend and nodded my consent.
She began swinging the locket in front of my eyes, and I tracked it,
marveling at how pretty it was swinging there. I realized that the drug must be
working, and thought that it was kind of like Wednesday night when I was here.
That thought got scattered as she began to speak.
"Listen to my voice Tristan. You are very relaxed. You are safe here.
This is a safe place. Pay attention to my voice. You are very relaxed. Your
muscles are relaxing, your eyes are goring heavy. You are very relaxed. This
is a safe place. Listen to my voice. Concentrate on my voice. Block out
everything else but my voice. My voice is safe, my voice is relaxing. Pay
attention to nothing else but my voice." I felt my entire body relax, and soon
true enough; all I was aware of was her voice. "When you hear me count to three
you will fall into a deep, deep, sleep, the only thing you will be able to
attend is my voice. You must pay attention to my voice. My voice is relaxing,
my voice is safe. When I count to three you will fall into a place where only
my voice matters, where you can do nothing except what my voice tells you. One.
Two. Three."
I did fall into a place where I could only hear her voice. I felt her
putting the headphones on my and didn't even care. I felt her lay me down on
the couch and it hardly registered. All I could really pay attention to was the
voice on the headphones.
The droned over and over again in her sweet soft voice, "You are my
slut. You will do anything and everything I ask you to. You will obey my every
command. You are my slut. Your body is mine. Your cock is mine. Your mind is
mine. You can use none of them unless I give you permission. You are my slave;
you live only to serve me. You will do anything I ask, because whatever I wish
is the only thing you want. I am your mistress, and you are my slave, and you
love it."
I don't know how long the loop continued like that, in fact I don't even
really remember hearing it at all. What I remember is falling asleep on the
couch and then waking up again a few hours later, at least judging by the sun's
position. I sat up and looked around. Unlike last time I knew exactly where I
was. Across from me in a chair was Sarah, flipping through the journal that I
had kept for the last two days. I didn't remember packing it, why in the hell
had I? Yet there she was reading about all the depraved things I had dreamed of
her doing to me. Reading about how I must have spent nearly half of the last
forty-eight hours touching myself. I felt myself flush a deep dark red, I made
a strangled sound and she looked up.
"Look, Sarah, I'm sorry about that...I, I don't know why I brought it.
Umm, please can I have it back?" I stuttered, tears beginning to fall out of my
eyes at the humiliation of the situation.
"You brought it because I told you to the last time you were here.
You've been a busy a little slut haven't you? And now you're in trouble because
you didn't call me mistress." She smiled at me again, very sweetly and dropped
the journal on the floor, the pointed to the floor in front of her chair. "Get
down here slut, you should no better than to forget to properly address your
mistress."
I stood looking at her in shock; I couldn't believe what she was saying.
She had already hypnotized me on Wednesday? Now she had done it again? What
had I gotten myself into? Even as I thought this I heard her voice in my head
and felt myself getting up, felt my shock get pushed aside as I realized how
grossly I had disrespected my mistress. I got on my knees in front of her and
averted my eyes, tears flowing down my cheeks.
"Please Mistress, your slut is so sorry. Please punish your slut for
offending you."
She smiled at me and lifted one sandaled foot towards me. "Show your
mistress how much you worship her, my little slut."
I reached out and began tenderly kissing the offered foot. Drawing in a
breath and feeling my head swim at the faint aroma drifting off the sandal. I
moved my tongue along her toes, licking each in turn and rubbing my face against
the top of her foot slavishly. I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants,
begging for release, but my cock was hers now and I couldn't even touch it
without her permission. I kept licking until she withdrew the foot from before
me and replaced it with her other. After I had licked and nuzzled it for a
while she drew it to away and I whimpered, as I was no longer allowed to show my
devotion to her. She laughed at me softly as the whimper escaped my throat, and
I felt her hand slide into my hair, tugging me up to my feet. I looked at her
questioningly as I stood in front of her and she smiled at me.
"Strip," was all she said.
I reached down for my shirt and pulled it over my head, breaking two
buttons in my eagerness and I think, to her amusement. I quickly toed off my
sneakers and reached down and unbuckled my belt, pulling off my pants. Then I
froze, standing before her in my boxers, suddenly embarrassed to be heedlessly
doing as she told me, getting naked in front of her fully clothed form with her
bright green eyes staring at my body as I exposed it to her.
"Aw, is my little slut embarrassed?" She said it kindly and I felt my
heart warming up, as she was so kind to me, so understanding. "Your safe here,
honey, don't you want to show your mistress that hard cock?"
I smiled at her nodded shyly, but I couldn't quite bring myself to pull
down my boxers, even with her understanding tone. She solved the problem for me
by reaching out and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of my boxers, drawing
them down until the purple head of my cock peeked above the white band of
elastic. She smiled at me and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss right there
and my knees almost buckled. She then stripped the boxers all the way down to
my ankles and I stepped out of them, red with shame, my cock sticking out before
me, swollen red with blood, its tip glistening with a drop of precum.
She stood up and motioned me to follow her. I did, though tentatively,
still embarrassed and slightly afraid of what was going to happen. She led me
into the bathroom. An old claw-foot tub sat there and she immediately went over
and turned on the water. From the side she took out a few different beads, some
powder and a vial of oil, dumping them all in the tub. The sweet aroma began to
fill the room and set my head swimming again with its feminine purity. When the
tub was half full she gestured for me to get in, which I did. She immediately
handed me a hand towel and a bar of lavender smelling soap and told me to get
nice and clean for her. I scrubbed for all I was worth.
"Now its time to get rid of all that icky hair, isn't it slut?" She
smiled at me, handing me a pair of scissors and a small mirror. Beside the tub
she placed a razor and can of shaving cream and a bottle of Nair.
I looked at her uncertainly, rubbing the soft hairs on my arms and legs
questioningly. She smiled at me and nodded. I sighed as she reached out and
stroked my forehead gently, then planted a kiss on it. She rose and walked to
the door, turning to me one last time before she left, "Don't come out until all
that hair is off."
I sighed again and began slowly trimming down the hair until it was
short enough that I could shave it. I don't know how long I was in that tub,
but by the time I got up and turned the shower on to sluice the remnants of the
hair and Nair off my body the water was starting to get cold. As I slid my
hands up and down my body I couldn't believe how smooth it was, how sensitive,
how sexy. I wondered why I hadn't ever done this before. I gave the mirror one
last check before I walked out of the bathroom, making sure that no hair was
left on my body.
There she was sitting on the chair, finishing up my journal. I walked
over to her and stood there, not wanting to interrupt her, embarrassed as I
thought of all the things she was reading. Finally she finished and looked up
at me, a soft smile on her lips, her green eyes smoky. "You have quite the
imagination, my little slut. I didn't suggest half of this stuff to you on
Wednesday."
I flushed dark red and averted my eyes, feeling them flood with tears at
the embarrassment of having her read all those most personal of thoughts. She
laughed again, that soft, sweet, understanding laugh and reached out to stroke
the leg nearest her, smiling as she felt its perfect smoothness. She stood
again and once more told me to follow her, but this time she led me into her
bedroom. In the center of it was a large four-poster bed, surrounded by a
diaphanous white canopy. She looked at me and then motioned me to go sit on the
bed. She then walked over to a closet and began rummaging around inside it.
She came out with a beautiful pair of virgin white stockings and lace panties.
She crossed over and handed them to me. Once again I flushed red with
embarrassment, but I could feel the soft silky undergarments swishing gently
against my legs. It felt unbelievable without my hair to impede the contact,
and I wanted nothing more than to slide the soft smooth things up my claves and
thighs and enfold my cock in the beautiful, silky lace panties.
"I think these will fit. If you're good, we might get you some of your
own so you don't have to borrow mine." She smiled at me sweetly as I put on the
beautiful stockings and then watched admiringly as I slid the panties up my
thighs. The weren't quite big enough and the very tip of my cock poked out
above the waistband.
She smiled at me again, placing one hand on my chest and lightly
stroking a nipple until I moaned softly. The stockings felt unbelievable and
the panties glorious, the waistband serving to further stimulate my cock as I
squirmed a little under her delicate touch.
"You look very beautiful, so innocent." She leaned forward and kissed
me softly on the lips. I could taste her lipstick and smell her hair, my knees
felt weak again.
"Thank you, mistress," I murmured shyly.
She sat down on the bed, turning me towards her and spreading her legs
to enfold mine. Her hand traced down my neck to my cock, rubbing it lightly
through the silk of the panties until I was moaning and precum was dripping down
and soaking into the top of them.
"Are you ready to please your mistress now?" She asked it softly, her
thumb rising up and rubbing into the opening of my cock, sliding around in the
slippery drops of precum there until I was sure my cock would explode at any
moment.
"Oh yes, yes please mistress." I whimpered.
She smiled and pulled down until I was kneeling before her. She pulled
my head into her crotch and began rubbing it gently up and down against my face.
I could feel the heat of her even through the denim, I could sense the dampness,
and I could smell her. Smell her excitement, her desire, her passion. I moaned
into her crotch and she moaned back at me. Somehow she guided my hands to the
waist of her jeans and I they trembled as I unbuttoned them and began pulling
them down her silky smooth thighs. I kissed her soft skin as I did, lovingly,
as if she were a goddess. She was. My goddess. She pulled me back up after
the jeans were off, one of her hand reaching down into panties that were stained
wet by her excitement. My face was inches from her, but her light touch on my
forehead stopped me from leaning forward and burying my mouth between her
thighs. I whimpered as I watched her fingers stroke softly beneath the red silk
of her panties. I squirmed on the ground, wanting nothing more at that moment
than to taste her, to spend all night there between her legs, worshipping her,
as I should. I knelt there, my cock feeling as if it would burst within her
silky white panties, watching my mistress masturbate herself right before my
eyes. Listening to her begin to moan with increased passion as her fingers
began moving faster and faster below the curtain of her panties. I moaned and
whimpered as her thighs tensed, body shaking, and her panties turned dark with a
flood of her juices as she came with a great cry.
As her trembling subsided, her hand left my forehead and she propped
herself on one elbow, looking down at me with a soft smile, the hunger in her
beautiful eyes seemed not to have abated in the least. "My poor little slut, do
you want to taste me? Do you deserve to taste your mistress sweet pussy?"
I knelt there, unable to meet her gaze anymore, trying to decide how to
answer her. Tears started running down my cheeks as I struggled with the
question she had asked me, and I felt my cock throb against the silken confines
of the panties and felt the pain of three days of frustrated masturbation in my
swollen balls. I felt her hand grip my chin and lift it up. I could smell her
on the fingers just below my mouth, see them glistening with her juices. I
gasped as she slid the fingers between my lips, sucking the juices from them,
stroking her soft fingers with my tongue. She smiled and wiggled her fingers in
my mouth, and then pulling them out she pinched my lip, harder and harder until
a gasp escaped my mouth again and tears began to pool in my eyes. She just
laughed as my and used my lip to pull my face into her crotch.
"Take them off with you teeth slut, and I will let you give your
mistress an orgasm with your mouth." I wasted no time, biting into the soaked
panties and tugging them down for all I was worth. I had to keep moving my head
to get the panties over the swell of her hips and ass, and I didn't care that I
was slavishly rubbing my face all over her ass and thighs, eager like an animal
in heat. I was in heat, and I needed to taste her pussy fully, not just from
her fingers and the panties now clenched in my teeth, but to feel the soft, warm
skin beneath my tongue, and taste the juices as the flowed directly out of her.
She barely raised her feet off the floor as I dragged the panties down, so I had
to prostrate myself and drag my face along her carpet to get them completely
off. I felt her foot raise and them come down on the back of my head, pinning
me to the floor with the panties still clenched tightly in my teeth.
"You look so sexy there, little slut. Where you belong, at my feet.
You love it don't you?"
I spit the panties out; only sorry that now they were gone I could no
longer taste the sweet juices that had soaked into them. "Yes Mistress, I love
it."
"You love me don't you, slut?"
"Yes mistress, I love you."
"Do you want to please me?"
"Yes Mistress, more than anything."
"Good slut, such a sweet little slave." I could hear her smile as her
foot lifted off my head and she lay back on the bed.
I moved back up to my knees, my hands resting lightly on her thighs as
my head crept foreword to her pussy. It was the most gorgeous pussy I have ever
seen. Surrounded by a trimmed down of silky brown hair, I could see her clit
peeking at me shyly from beneath the glistening hood. The lips were flushed red
with her passion and they too shined with her juices, invitingly I thought. I
wanted to devour her pussy, to lose myself in it and never escape. The first
touch of my tongue upon it made my head begin swimming again, I began humping
futilely at the air as even more blood rushed to the head of my cock. The taste
and smell were indescribable; I wanted more, I wanted this to never stop. I
heard her moan with pleasure and a shiver of delight passed up my spine at the
knowledge that I had pleased her. I began licking at the lips, driving my
tongue in deep to taste her more fully. I felt her thighs tense around my face
and heard he begin moaning in time to the thrust of my tongue. I had little
experience licking pussy, I had only done it once before, but listening to her
moan I was able to quickly learn what pleased her and what didn't. Feeling the
tensing of her thighs underneath my palms I was able to judge which way she
would move and thus not break my rhythm even when she bucked with frantic
passion. I don't know how many times she came as I knelt there licking her.
Each past orgasm was unimportant; the only one that mattered was the next one I
could give her.
When she finally pushed me away my face was soaked in her sweet come.
There was a damp spot on the bed and her thighs and ass and hips all glistened
wetly with a coating of her juices. She lay there a moment before me,
recovering herself and then sat up, looking down at me with a sweet, loving
smile.
"That was wonderful. You are such a good little slut." She stood and
patted me lightly on the head, as one might pat a dog. I flushed with pleasure
at her touch as much as her words. I nuzzled her hand happily as she cupped my
face before walking over to her dresser and rummaging around for a second.
When she came back she was holding a small camcorder, one of those
digital kinds. She opened the panel at the side and adjusted the lens until it
showed to her satisfaction, then turned it toward me. It was replaying the
scenes of the last few hours. How I had dressed myself in her stockings and
panties, then begged her to let me suck her. I flushed red with shame at the
sight of myself, so sluttish, so slavishly devoted to her, but my cock throbbed
even harder in the panties.
She adjusted the camera again and pointed it at me, obviously ready to
document more of her 'experiment.' "Now slut, do you want to come for your
mistress?"
I nodded shyly, not daring to look into the camera. I felt her foot
reach out and her toes brush over my engorged cock. I couldn't help myself; I
began moaning and humping shamelessly against her foot. She kept rubbing,
bringing me to the edge of orgasm again and again, withdrawing her foot every
time I was about to explode.
"If you come you know what has to happen don't you my little slave?"
She asked sweetly, in her softest voice.
"No mistress," I mumbled, still humping against her foot shamelessly,
but unable to look into the camera.
"You have to clean up your little mess, don't you slut? You don't want
to leave a mess in Mistress' bedroom do you?" I could hear her smile and
chanced a look into her eyes. The still shone hungrily. They burned into me,
willing me to become the slut she wanted me to be.
"No mistress. Please let your slut come mistress, your slut will clean
up his mess." I ground my cock furiously against her foot.
"I know you will, slut. I know you want to, don't you?" Her voice had a
teasing note in it now, not cruel, but as if she wanted me to confess my deepest
darkest desires to her camera. Her foot still played skillfully over my cock,
driving me out of my mind with passion.
"Yes mistress. I want to taste my own cum. I love to suck up my come.
Please mistress, let your slut come and let him suck it all up." I ground my
cock furiously against her, at the very edge of orgasm.
"Then come for your mistress slut, and then suck your sweet little jizz
of her toes." With that she began furiously rubbing her foot up and down my
cock, making me cry out with passion as it erupted with the strongest orgasm I
think I have ever had. My come coated not just her toes, but her entire foot,
shooting up to the air and spattering my chest and belly.
Nearly out of my mind with ecstasy I threw myself down and started
sucking the come off her foot frantically, savoring every salty drop. She ran
her foot all up and down my stomach and chest, collecting more and more of it
for me to suck off of her beautiful foot. I licked it all off, until her foot
was glistening lightly with my spit and not a drop of come was left on it. Then
I knelt down and sucked drops of come out of the carpet as my penis continued to
contract powerfully despite being bereft of any more semen to shoot. I
collapsed against the floor when it was finally done, my head rested lightly on
one of her feet, kissing gently at the beautiful toes despite the fact that I
hardly knew where I was.
She got up and left me there on the floor for a time. When she returned
she had what looked to be a handful of black leather straps in one hand. I t
turned out to be a harness that she proceeded to attach to me, with straps
encircling wrists and ankles, elbows and knees, my waist and neck. Spaced
throughout where a number of metal rings, which I am sure, she could have used
to bind me in almost any number of combinations. She ended up attacking a cord
to my neck and the foot of the bed, and another to lock my arms down at my
waist, just within reach of my cock. She told me that I couldn't come without
her permission but that my cock had best be very ready for whenever she wanted
it. She then told me to climb up on the foot of her bed and slid herself
between the sheets, with me lying there like a dog at the end of her bed. It
didn't take her long to fall asleep, but I spent a while stroking my cock and
listening to her steady breathing. I could still smell her on my face. I
wondered what would happen tomorrow.
