Late-Night Awakening

There," she said, as she pulled the knot tight, securing my right wrist. I was now fully tied down onto the bed, spreadeagled on my back, my cock filling its little cage.

She was straddling me, wearing just her short silk dressing gown. Her glossy hair was radiant in the sun from the window.

The key lay behind her, on my stomach.

I struggled experimentally against my bonds and found that her stockings - which she'd used to tie me up with - had a little give to them, but not much. I was completely at her mercy.

"Now we can unlock you," she said, leaning forward and giving me a long and lingering kiss.

"Oh god," I breathed. "Yes. Please?"

She grinned at me, sitting back up and looking down at my earnest expression. "But... before I do... There are some conditions I'm afraid, my eager servant boy," she said, now adopting a mock expression of sadness, with her bottom lip stuck out. "You'll need to pleasure me first, with your mouth."

I let out a quiet moan of desire and frustration and submissive arousal. Even now, with the key right there, resting on my stomach, she was going to tease me. Even after twelve days of being locked up.

"I think I am going to let you come today," she told me, as she shuffled forward until her smooth thighs were touching my cheeks. I looked up at her perfect pussy under her dressing gown.

"But..." she went on, "Naturally I'm not just going to let you orgasm straight away. It goes without saying that a big occasion like this requires some build up. I want to have some fun with you, so that when you do get to come, it's really special."

I groaned.

Her shins were pressing down on my arms a bit, but I didn't care. All I was focused on was her pussy as she slowly lowered herself down onto me.

"And if I'm going to take my time having fun with you," she continued, "I need to be satisfied first. Mmmmmmmmmmm."

Her pussy had reached my open and eager mouth, and I greeted it with my tongue.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

She let out a long sigh of pleasure. "Oh yessssssssssss! Mmmmmmmm."

I pushed my tongue inside her as best I could. She was so much wetter than I'd expected, and I was overcome by the heady taste of her. She tasted and smelled of last night's arousal too, when I'd knelt on the floor to pleasure her, and the fact that she expected me to have her sex in my mouth even when she was unwashed was deeply arousing for me.

Her silk dressing gown, which, together with her firm thighs, surrounded my head and blocked out the light, was brushing against my forehead as she moved herself on me, rubbing herself against my mouth as if it was just a sex toy purely there for her pleasure. Which, I thought to myself, was true.

My nose was repeatedly squashed by her pubis, so I had to breathe when I could - but I didn't mind at all. In fact quite the opposite. It made me feel utterly subservient to her needs - a role which I felt blessed to be able to fulfil.

Her hips, which I'd seen gyrating on the dance floor the night before, now moved equally powerfully to slide her wetness back and forth over my face, and I licked her from her clitoris to her wet hole, over and over until I could hardly tell which part of her was pressed against my tongue, but I was in a submissive heaven.

My cock was crying out to be freed, and as she fucked my face, I could feel the little key bouncing and shifting on my stomach in a way that made me fear it might be lost. After a few minutes, it slid down between my legs, and I could now feel it just at the base of my buttocks.

She was so loud - much much louder than usual when Miss Bradshaw was in the house - and I loved it. The sounds of her pleasure, and her desperation now as she tumbled towards an inexorable orgasm, were the most arousing thing in the world for me.

And then it arrived. She humped my face slower and harder as she came, crying out, and I felt her shudder as her orgasm overtook her.

She moved slower and slower, sighing happily as her orgasm gradually subsided, and finally she came to a standstill, still sitting on my face as she caught her breath. Her pussy was spasming, and every time it did, she gave a tiny breathless mew of pleasure.

I relaxed my body, even though my cock was anything but, and sexual longing blazed inside me.

Having her sex pressed down against my mouth, my tongue aching but alive to her delicious taste, was so beautiful. I felt so lucky that I got to have her perfect pussy right there filling my senses, and I let out a long sigh laden with desire.

But then suddenly she was moving on me again!

She was grinding her pussy against my lips and tongue - a slippery onslaught, and after only perhaps ten seconds her second orgasm began to possess her.

And it was as she cried out, that I experienced the same thing I'd had the night before - an orgasm, without the orgasm. A climax with no ejaculation.

My cock was still packed into its little cage, throbbing desperately, but I'd had some kind of "denial orgasm" along with her, and it felt gut wrenching and wonderful.

Eventually, she lifted herself up off me, and shifted down to kneel over my chest looking into my eyes with wonder.

"Before you, no one has ever been able to make me come with just their mouth," she said. "And god... that was so fucking good!"

She kissed me hungrily, her tongue exploring mine urgently, and I struggled against my bonds because of my desire to touch her body.

Behind her, my cock was ignored as she kissed and kissed me in a way that was so utterly beautiful and passionate that I couldn't have wanted her more in that moment than I did.

And yet I still couldn't have her. Not yet.

In fact I was further away from being able to have her - not just caged, but tied down to the bed as well. Only she could untie me. Only she could unlock me. And she was in no hurry at all to do so, especially now that she'd had a lovely orgasm.

"Because you are so fucking good at making me come with your mouth," she said, in bursts, as she snogged me. "Maybe I don't actually need to unlock you at all!"

My heart skipped a beat. Surely she was joking? Was it possible that she was going to keep me locked up??

As she continued to kiss me, I was moaning from pure desperate yearning, and a submissive arousal unlike anything I'd experienced so far.

She began to kiss my neck, nipping it with her teeth, and in between she kept talking:

"I think you like being at my mercy, don't you?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"And you like it when it's unfair don't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

"You like being my servant boy, here purely to give me pleasure, isn't that right?"

"Yes," I replied forlornly as my cock felt like it might just succeed in bursting free of its confines. But of course, it couldn't.

"So in that case, I think you should beg me to keep you locked up," she breathed, her soft wet lips moving along my shoulder, kiss by kiss.

The pang of submissive arousal I experienced as she said this was intense.

"Please keep me locked up," I pleaded.

"Even though I have the key right here, and I could easily unlock you and make you come, you want to stay locked in your little cage - just to please me?"

"Yes," I panted, my body protesting - writhing to be free. "If that's what you want then yes."

She giggled as she shifted further down my body, her kisses moving down to my chest. Her lips encircled my nipple, the tip of her tongue caressing it, teasing it until it was harder - and then biting it.

"Maybe it is," she breathed. "Maybe all I want is your mouth and your fingers. And for you to use the dildo to fuck me. That would be incredibly unfair wouldn't it, when you have a nice big cock I could use instead."

"Yes," I said in a pitiful voice. I could feel pre-come dripping down from my cock.

She sat up and undid her gown, slipping it off her shoulders to reveal her naked body. I feasted my eyes on her breasts. Her hard nipples in my mouth was now the thing I desired most in all the world, and she must have known that because she leaned forward until one of them was close to my eager lips.

I strained my head forward to take it into my mouth, but she kept it just out of reach, smiling delightedly at my desperation.

She kept bringing her nipple tantalisingly close but never quite letting me touch it with my lips, and I was now whimpering with frustration and desire.

I was lost in subspace. In a state where I was out of my mind with desire for her, but also in a submissive ecstasy where I longed for more and more denial and unfairness. And she was having a wonderful time toying with my desperation.

She sat up again, tossing her dressing gown onto the floor, and now she leant forward on her hands, her hair falling onto my chest as she once again began to kiss my nipples - but now - oh god - she was pushing her bottom back against my cage.

I felt the end of my cock make fleeting contact with her anus as she kept pushing back against me over and over, the tip of my cock meeting with different parts of her bottom each time, until finally she arched her body up a little to let my cage nestle against her pussy.

"Oh fuuuuuuck," I exhaled a shuddering breath.

Her teeth were grazing my nipple over and over, and in between she said:

"Just... imagine... if you were free of your cage..."

I began to let out a keening note of desperation as I felt the impossibly erotic softness of her pussy lips sliding against the bare skin of my constrained cock through the gaps between the bars.

She went on, still nibbling and kissing my nipple: "If you were big... fully... big and erect... so enormous... you would just slide inside me..."

And now the end of my cage did slip into her - just a centimetre or two, and my pre-come mixed with her slick wetness in a watery heaven of sensations. A promise of what I could not have.

"Mmmmmm," she groaned, "Imagine sliding right up deep inside me. Filling me."

She began to kiss my chest all over - big wet sloppy kisses, full of desire.

And then.... And then she looked up at me and stopped.

Very very slowly, she withdrew her pussy from my cage and brought her mouth close to mine. So close that I could feel her breath. But as I went to kiss her, she moved back - once, twice, until I knew it was futile. I was not allowed to kiss her.

She brought her mouth so close that her bottom lip brushed against mine.

"Now," she whispered, looking deep into my eyes, too close to focus on. "I am going to have a bath."

I was speechless as she sat up, suddenly all casual and cheery.

"So you just stay here while I wash," she said brightly. "And I'm going to have a nice soak in the bath and think about whether I want to unlock you or not. Okay?"

I was beyond being able to speak, and she laughed. "Oh I can't wait until you move in with me. I am going to have so much fun with you!"

And with that, she got up off me, and picked up her dressing gown. She put her hand between my legs and retrieved the key, her skin brushing against my balls, making me gasp.

Then, with the key in her hand, she sashayed out of the room with a cheeky waggle of her hips, blowing me a kiss over her shoulder.

I watched her beautiful naked body disappear out the door as she went off down the landing.

--

The next half hour - or however long it was - was something I will never forget.

Never before had I been so utterly consumed with sexual longing, or felt so utterly dominated. It was torture. And it was heaven.

I was more turned on than I ever had been in my entire life.

I simply could not believe that she would do this to me. And I loved it. I loved that she could be so cruel.

I had listened to her running the bath, and then I'd heard her singing to herself as she got in. Little splashing sounds told me she was washing, and since then I assumed she was just relaxing back in the soothing hot water because all was quiet. I imagined her slim naked body partially obscured by bubble bath, the surface of the water lapping around her breasts.

There was birdsong outside, but other than that all I could hear was my own breathing as I tried to regain my composure.

My cock was pressing hard against the inside of the cage, packed tight and throbbing. But its attempt to grow big was of course futile - my cock remained no more than three inches long, like it had done for twelve days.

--

Inexplicably, as I lay there feeling so completely owned by Steph, I began to think about a previous girlfriend of mine called Hannah who I'd dated before Caroline. We were in student halls together, and I'd been drawn to her hair which was dyed a vivid shade of red, her tattoos, and her cheekbones. I remembered the way she wore low-rise jeans with the waistband cut off, and little vest tops with no bra underneath so that her small but pert breasts jiggled slightly when she danced.

But I wasn't lusting after Hannah as I lay there. I was simply remembering something - another piece of evidence that showed I had in fact been a submissive man for years and not really realised:

We'd been going out for a few months, and one day as I'd emerged from the bathroom onto the corridor with my towel wrapped round my waist, Hannah had been standing there waiting for me in her pyjamas.

"Oh hi," I'd said, surprised.

"Hi," she'd smiled suggestively, moving in close to me, pushing her hips against mine and kissing me.

I tossed my toiletries bag to the floor, and she'd guided my arms upwards to hug her neck, leaving hers free to caress my bare back and sides.

"I'm going to have a shower now," she said breathily in my ear. "But I need to borrow your shampoo."

"Okay," I said.

"And your towel," she added.

And without warning, she unhooked it from my waist and pulled it off me.

I remember gasping and looking up and down the corridor in alarm to check there was no one there.

I tried to grab the towel, but she kept it out of reach, dancing backwards away from me laughing.

"Hannah!" I'd protested, panicked that someone would come, covering my crotch with one hand as I tried to get the towel with the other.

"Uh uh - it's mine now," she teased. "Go and wait for me in my room. It's unlocked!"

And she stooped down quickly to grab my toiletries bag, and darted into the bathroom, slamming it behind her, giggling.

My mouth wide open, I'd tried to open the door, but she'd locked it.

And so, left completely naked in the hallway without my room key (because it was in my toiletries bag), I had no option but to dash to Hannah's room which unfortunately meant going across a stairwell to get to the girls' corridor.

I'd scuttled to the door at the end and peered through its little window to see if anyone was out there. There was. Arthur from the ground floor was coming in from outside with shopping bags. I watched as he put them down and then went outside again to get the rest.

I took my opportunity, praying that none of the girls were in the corridor - and that Hannah hadn't been lying about her room being unlocked!

It felt so wrong going out of that door onto the stairwell wearing absolutely nothing. The air was cool, and my heart pounded as I ran across to the door on the other side while Arthur's back was turned, and quickly peered through the glass to check there was no one about.

Safely into the girls' corridor, I'd legged it to Hannah's room which was three quarters of the way down, past the kitchen where I could hear voices, and past the bathroom which Hannah should have been using.

Her bedroom door was indeed unlocked, and as I pushed it open and slid inside, I heard the voices from the kitchen suddenly get louder as the kitchen door opened. I recognised Natalie's voice as she shouted: "Hey! Tom!"

I'd been seen! I closed the door behind me, locking it. I could hear Natalie announcing to the girls in the kitchen: "I've just seen Tom going into Hannah's room totally naked!!"

Shrieks of delight and excitement erupted, and got louder as they spilled into the corridor. Before I knew it, they were outside the door, trying the handle. "Hey Tom. Hannah! Let us in!"

I knew the girls well, but I couldn't think of anything to say to them. I just stayed there with my back against the door and my heart thumping in my chest.

My cock was hard - fully erect as I stood there on the other side of the door from the excitable girls, one of whom had glimpsed my naked body.

They'd stayed there, talking and laughing and still occasionally calling through to me, until Hannah came back.

"Hannah!! Do you know that Tom is in your room totally nude?" one of the girls said. Dani her name was. Tall and posh.

"Is he?" I heard Hannah say.

There was lots of chatter and and commotion as I waited nervously for Hannah to ask to be let in. And what would happen then? Surely she wouldn't let them come in?

Seeing Hannah's towel on her radiator, I dashed and grabbed it, putting it round my waist - hiding my hard on as best I could.

Hannah knocked and called out, and I unlocked the door, opening it a crack.

There she was wrapped in my towel, looking very sexy and highly amused. She'd slipped inside, shutting the door in her friends' faces, which was met with booing.

And instantly, she'd ripped the towel off me and slapped my bottom.

"On the bed," she'd commanded.

--

Lying here on Steph's bed I suddenly wished I was on my front. The memory of Hannah's hand smacking my bottom made me long for Steph to punish me like that. I thought to myself that when Steph came back, perhaps I would ask her to spank me.

And then suddenly I heard Steph getting out of the bath, and my heart began to beat harder.

I heard the bath draining, but still no Steph.

Then I heard the tap running again, filling the bath, and it was that sound that meant I didn't hear her padding down the landing back to the room - so when she appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a white towel, I gasped in surprise.

Hannah had been sexy wrapped in a towel, but Steph was sexier. Steph was beyond sexy - I decided that she was the most beautiful, most erotic, most wonderful girl I'd ever laid eyes on. And she was here to play with me.

She was smiling broadly.

"Good boy for staying right there waiting for me," she giggled.

She walked across the room to the bed, and sat on the edge of it looking at me. I longed to be able to touch her.

"I've been thinking, while I was in the bath," she told me with a twinkle in her eye. "About what I want to do with you today. And I've decided I do want to unlock you."

I let out a long breath as I absorbed the impact of her words. I was going to be free after all.

"Oh god," I breathed. "Thank you....!"

"You're welcome," she grinned, tilting her head on one side. She held up the key, and I stared at it like it was the holy grail.

All thoughts of Hannah had evaporated. My desire to be spanked was forgotten. I needed my cock to be free - free to grow to its full size.

She turned her attention to my crotch and giggled. "Well it certainly looks like someone is very ready to be let out," she said, and she gave my cage a few playful swats to make it waggle from side to side.

Then she put the key in the lock.

The click of the padlock made me draw breath. How I had longed for this moment for so many days, never quite knowing if or when I'd be let out. Miss Bradshaw had promised she'd unlock me sometimes, but never had.

I watched as Steph removed the padlock and placed it carefully on the bedside table, with the key still in it.

Then, turning back she gave my cage a little jiggle, and it immediately came loose as my cock began to grow.

I was hard in seconds.

The cage was still over the end of my cock, constraining my bell end from growing to its full size.
Steph giggled. "Oh dear, you're in such a rush to get hard that you didn't even give me a chance to take the cage off you, you silly boy!"

But a few more jiggles, and it was off, and my cock, blissfully unconstrained, swelled up to its maximum size, standing up and straining so hard that it didn't even throb - it was just one long throb that never subsided.

I realised that Steph's expression had changed. She was mesmerised.

"I'd forgotten just how big you are," she said. "Gosh..."

She simply gazed at it, not touching it, just marvelling at it.

It had stripes all the way down it from the bars. And the ring which the cage attached to still encircled my cock and balls - there was no way of taking that off in my current state.

I had to admit that my fully erect cock was magnificent. Even I'd forgotten how big it was.

Perhaps, I wondered, that was because it was actually bigger than it had been before? Perhaps all the denial and frustration were now making me harder than I'd ever been.

"Your cock is beautiful," she said with sincerity. "I'm glad I decided to unlock you, because I want that inside me."

"Oh fuck," I breathed. "Yes. Yes please. I need to be inside you."

She turned to look into my eyes. The mischief and lust I saw there was unfathomably deep.

"Oh I know you do," she said, and the way she said it sent tingles through me. "But remember, servant boy, that there are still conditions."

My breathing was shaky. Every muscle in my body was tense, and I was thrusting my cock upwards into thin air, struggling against my bonds.

"So because I'm giving you your freedom, you will have to lose some other privileges to make up for it."

My stomach lurched with submissive arousal.

"What privileges?" I asked her, incredulously.

"Oh, you'll find out," she replied portentously. "But first my beautiful boy, there's a hot bath waiting for you. I'm going to untie you so that we can make you all lovely and clean. I don't want to use your cock..." She ran her fingernail up the underside of my cock.

"...or play with it - until you're fresh and sweet smelling," she smiled.

--

Untied, I was led down the landing by my cock. Her grip on me was thrilling - the first time my cock had been properly touched in such a long time.

But it wasn't a sexy touch, or a loving caress. It was her using my cock as a handle with which to pull me along.

In the bathroom, she turned off the taps, and tested the water.

"In you get," she told me, stroking my bottom affectionately.

It was the first time I'd been into the main bathroom. It was very fancy with its tiled floor and standalone bath with gold feet. Sunlight streamed in through the sash window, filtered through the large plant which Miss Bradshaw had strategically placed on the window sill - although there was no one outside to see me.

The water was just the right temperature, and I eased myself in, sighing with satisfaction.

Steph, still wrapped in her towel, caressed my cheek. "Are you okay?" she asked, suddenly tender.

"Yes," I smiled, filled with love for her.

"I'm not being too cruel?"

"No," I replied, shaking my head rapidly. "No - I love it. I really love it."

I nearly added: "I love you" but I stopped myself just in time.

"Good," she smiled, and she ran her fingers across my bottom lip. "Because I really do fancy playing with you a lot today."

She picked up the bar of soap from the little built in soap dish, and lathered her hands without ever breaking eye contact with me.

I was captivated by her beautiful face, my whole body electrically alive in anticipation of her touching me.

And for the next several minutes there were no words passed between us - she simply washed my body in the gentlest, most sensual way, soaping up my shoulders and arms and chest and stomach. Then my feet and my legs - running her fingers up the insides of my thighs and down my quads - softly cleaning every part of me except the place I desired it most, and I was in such a state by this point. My bell end was poking up out of the water.

Reaching for the bar of soap once more, instead of lathering her hands with it, she now placed it onto the underside of my cock and slid it up and over my cock, back and forth, pressing it against my stomach.

I longed for her hand to caress me, but all I got was the hard bar of soap rubbed slowly over my erection, and then over my balls, leaving them soapy, and leaving me breathless.

"Onto your hands and knees," she told me, and so I obediently turned over onto all fours in the water, my back and bottom now exposed to the cool air.

The bar of soap was now deployed between my legs, and up between my buttocks. It glided all over every part of my bottom, and then up to my back.

Thrillingly, she slipped her other hand under me to stroke my stomach, low down, super close to the base of my cock. But never actually touching it.

And when, finally, she had soaped my whole body, and had me lie back again and rinse it all off, she announced that I was clean, and ready for her to play with me.

"I'm going to go and get dressed," she said. "You will stay naked. Obviously," she added with a chuckle. "So get yourself dry and properly groomed and ready, and then come and find me in the bedroom," she instructed.

"Okay," I said, intoxicated by her, and unbelievably aroused by what had just happened - not to mention what might happen next.

She walked out of the bathroom, but then doubled back a couple of steps into the doorway again.

"Oh, I nearly forgot to say," she added, "One of the privileges you've foregone today is walking. You will stay on hands and knees - understood?"

My stomach turned somersaults.

"Yes," I replied.

"I think you can call me Mistress now," she said.

"Yes Mistress."

She grinned. "Much better!"

And then with a little wink, she disappeared.

--

A few minutes later, the bath drained, and my hair combed, I had hastily dried myself, and was now leaving the bathroom, eager to be with her.

There is something incredibly humiliating about being made to crawl on all fours, and the fact that I was doing it naked, along the carpeted landing, without even being watched, was confirmation that I was indeed fully subservient to her, because I could easily have just walked and she'd never have known.

Her door was shut.

I had a brief flashback to Hannah's door in the student halls. Except this time I wasn't just naked - I was on my hands and knees.

I paused a moment, and then decided to knock. I was willing to bet that no one had ever knocked so low down on this door. No previous occupant of this house had probably ever crawled along this landing naked and requested entry to the bedroom.

After a moment, the door swung wide open, and as I looked up I gasped in wonder.

Steph was dressed as a dominatrix, and in that moment she was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

From my hours alone on the internet I'd encountered dominatrix pictures and never been turned on by it. All that PVC, and the corsets and whips and stern expressions just looked silly to me.

But how Steph looked right now was anything but silly. My cock was harder than ever as I gazed up at her from my position at her feet.

She was smiling at me, enjoying my reaction, and she was standing with her legs slightly apart, her weight resting on one side, and what I recognised to be a riding crop in her hand.

There wasn't much to her dress. It was figure hugging and incredibly short - and yes, it was black PVC. The front and back of the dress were held together with regularly spaced stretchy black straps, leaving her sides and hips bare.

It had a plunging neckline exposing a thrilling amount of her breasts, studs lining the edges.

She had dramatic dark eye makeup, and her lips were a vivid red, her lipstick glistening. It was impossible to not want that mouth around my cock.

Her look was completed by thigh-high tight leather black boots, with high heels that made her tower over me even more.

She giggled.

"What do you think?"

"You look... amazing," I breathed.

"I do, don't I," she replied, tilting her head as she looked down at me. "Time for some fun!"

The end of the crop made sharp contact with my bottom and I cried out in surprise.

"In you come," she told me, and she stood back to let me crawl past her into the room. The end of the crop ran up and down over my bottom as I went.

The curtains were wide open, the sunshine streaming in, and as I reached the middle of the room, close to the foot of the bed which I'd so recently been tied to, she told me to stop.

"Kneel up," she told me, strolling round to stand in front of me once again. "Hands behind your head."

I did as I was told, and looked up at her with what must have been pure submissive desire. I was consumed with sexual need.

But she was still smiling, enjoying herself enormously.

I watched her eyes move down my body, lingering on my cock which was straining hard.

"Oh yes, I'm glad I decided to unlock you," she said. "I like seeing your nice big hard cock. When you move in with me, I'll probably keep you naked most of the time so I can admire it."

She raised her foot and nudged it with the end of her boot.

"Or play with it."

With her leg lifted, I could see under her dress - her bare pussy. She looked wet. Ready for my cock.

She lowered her foot, and now used it to gently kick the insides of my knees as she said: "Legs wider apart."

As I did so, I felt even more vulnerable, and she walked slowly round to stand behind me.

I looked at her over my shoulder, but she immediately said: "No. Eyes forward. Looking down at the floor."

I did as I was told, every part of my body tingling - most especially my bottom which was anticipating further contact with her riding crop.

But it was the inside of my thigh that now felt its gentle touch, as she ran it slowly up between my legs, the edge of it pressing against my balls for a moment, before it travelled back down the other leg.

Then I felt its smooth flat end rest against the back of my thigh, sliding up and over my bottom, and slowly up my back.

I was breathing shakily, every nerve ending alive.

"Do you remember how many times you spanked me last night?" she asked quietly.

"Oh!" I breathed. "Uhhh, no. I don't remember."

The crop struck the back of my thigh hard, and I yelped.

"Owwwww!!!!"

"Try to remember," she said, in that same calm quiet voice, as she continued to rub the flat leather over my body - over the place she'd just struck me, and then further up - teasing it between my buttocks.

"I think it was... six times?" I ventured.

"Wrong," she said, and the end of the crop struck the back of my other thigh, harder than before.

"Owwwwwwwwwwww," I moaned, realising with a sense of dread that in fact that it was costing her very little effort to inflict so much pain. The crop could bite so much worse if she hit me harder.

"It was seven times," she told me, "Six times at the table, and once on the dancefloor."

"Sorry," I breathed.

The crop struck me again, higher up where my bottom met my thigh.

"Fuuuuuck!" I exclaimed, my body tensing at the sudden flash of pain.

"I think you mean sorry Mistress," she suggested, and I could hear humour in her voice.

"Sorry Mistress," I repeated. The humiliation of calling her that, even as a game, stirred deep feelings of submission within me.

"And do you remember what I told you would happen today, after you'd had your fun spanking me?"

"Yes," I said quickly. "You said you'd repay me. Harder."

"Good boy," she praised me, with surprise and delight in her voice. "That's correct. I will repay you. But instead of slapping you with my hand, like you did to me, I'll use this crop instead. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes Mistress."

She chuckled. "Well that's quite funny because it's not actually fair at all is it?"

I didn't know what to say to this, but my stomach was turning somersaults.

She continued: "It's not fair that I should use something as painful as this riding crop - especially," she added, "When it's on your bare bottom."

She was now rubbing the length of it sideways from my lower back, all the way down to the backs of my knees, and back up again - slowly, teasingly.

I focused on slowing my breathing. Savouring the sensations, even though I knew she might strike me again at any moment.

"Seven times," she said, with emphasis. "That's going to really hurt isn't it."

"Yes Mistress," I replied in a small voice. My cock was dripping pre-come again. The stripes from the bars of the cage had disappeared. My bell end was huge - fit to burst.

"Ready?" she asked.

And then as I opened my mouth to answer her... CRACK!!!!

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFUCK!" I cried, almost falling forward, shifting my right knee forward to regain my balance.

The lash from the crop was so much more painful than the ones I'd received so far - across my bottom, the end of it biting into the middle of my right buttock.

As I got myself properly back into position, I was tensing my bottom over and over in a forlorn attempt to ease the stinging.

I heard her laughing quietly. "That must have really hurt," she commented. "I've never used one of these - it definitely packs a punch doesn't it."

I didn't reply. I was just bracing myself for the next strike.

But she made me wait, caressing my bottom with the end of the crop, nudging it between my cheeks. Between my legs.

Then it stopped making contact with me, and I knew what was coming, scrunching my eyes up tight.

I heard the brief swish of air, and then CRACK!!!!

She'd hit me low down on my bottom just above my thigh, where she'd got me earlier, except that this time it was with much more force. The stinging was unbelievable, and I let out a long moan as I rode out the pain.

CRACK!!!!

Without warning she'd lashed me again, my left buttock bearing the brunt of it.

I heard her tittering with laughter, and then WHACK!!!! She used it like a cane, a sharp strike slightly higher up on my bottom where it was less fleshy.

I took a hand away from behind my head to steady myself, and was instantly rewarded with a volley of not-too-gentle raps between my legs, on my balls.

"Hands in position," she ordered, and I immediately obeyed in a panic, fearing that she would hit my balls with more force.

But the crop was back on my bottom, rubbing it up and down soothingly.

"How does your bottom feel?" she asked me, more sympathetically.

"It's stinging really badly," I admitted.

"Oh good. It certainly looks nice and sore," she said admiringly. "Only three more to go now servant boy, and I plan to make your bottom look even sorer."

CRACK!!!!

Caught by surprise, I inhaled my cry of pain, breathing fast and shallow through my pursed lips as I waited for the afterburn to subside in my right buttock.

CRACK!!!!

Right on the same spot. I was keening in pain, sucking air through my teeth.

"Last one," she said, running the end of the implement down the groove of my spine. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I lied, my arousal levels through the roof.

There was a swishing sound, and I braced. But no contact came. Only the sound of her chuckling. "I like the way you flinch," she giggled.

The swishing sound again, and this time I was certain it would land - but it didn't. She was chortling with laughter, enjoying herself.

And then, suddenly:

THWACK!!!!!!!!!

It was a vicious lash, across the lowest part of my bottom, and I howled long and loudly, even as her hand now caressed my bottom lovingly and soothingly.

Her mouth by my ear. "Oh good boy," she crooned. "You have been so good my beautiful servant boy."

Her sensual touch was beyond heavenly, exploring every part of my bottom, tracing each welt she'd inflicted.

"Oh Tom, I am so wet for you," she told me, kissing my neck. "So fucking wet."

Then she reached her hand round and took hold of my cock, groaning with satisfaction even louder than me.

"Fuck," she moaned. "I was going to play with you for longer, but that'll have to wait. I need this cock inside me."

She began to wank me, in just the way I liked, and now it was my turn to swear as I found myself thrusting against her hand. God it felt good. I couldn't believe I'd been locked up for all those days and missed this feeling.

I knew full well that if she kept going I would absolutely come. My levels of arousal were so high.

So perhaps that's why she stopped, and went and stood in front of me, beckoning me with her finger to stand up, a look of pure lust in her eyes.

"You are temporarily allowed to stand," she told me. "And temporarily relieved of your servant boy duties."

I stood there looking in her eyes, breathing hard. Desperate for her.

She said: "I want you to fuck me Tom. Take me. However you want."

"Oh!" I sighed in surprise and delight. My cock throbbed all the harder.

"Fuck me," she commanded. "Take control. Use me to relieve all that pent up sexual frustration."

I took a second to absorb what she'd said, checking she meant it.

And then...

Then I took control.

I pulled her roughly to me and kissed her urgently, my tongue in her mouth. Her lipstick smeared. I slid my hand up the back of the PVC dress and groped her bare bottom, grunting in pleasure.

She melted into me, much as she'd done the night before, except this time it was real. She was truly giving herself to me, and I was taking what I wanted. It was like she was my oxygen, and I'd been starved of it.

My hands were all over her now, pulling her hard against me. My cock was pressed against the front of her dress, huge and insistent, and she had her arms round my neck, holding on tight, moaning in a plaintive way that only served to enhance my carnal desire.

Pulling away, I bent her forcefully over the end of the bed and she squealed in surprise as she found herself face down on the duvet, her bottom in the air, nearly losing her footing in her heels.

I yanked up the back of her dress, exposing her arse to me - briefly registering how insanely sexy she looked like this, rubbing my hand up and over her arse, my thumb pressing against her sexy little puckered anus.

And then I entered her pussy, in one powerful steady motion that made her let out a shuddering gasp.

"Oh GOD!!!!!"

She kept repeating this as I began to fuck her, driving deep up into her, pushing her dress further up to expose more of her beautiful back, grabbing her hips and pulling her hard against me.

I had never felt more manly - more powerful - than in this moment, taking Steph while she shrieked with pleasure, filling her with my whole cock.

I was consumed with hunger for her, and even as I fucked her, I relieved her of her dress completely, roughly tugging it off over her head, rendering her naked like me, except for the boots.

I was slamming into her and she was moaning with every thrust, utterly lost in the moment. Utterly mine, capitulating to my superior strength and power, her slim lithe body positioned exactly where I wanted it.

I reached my hands under her and grabbed her breasts as I slowed down, fucking her now with long deep movements - nearly all the way out, and then all the way back in, relentlessly making her pussy experience me entering her over and over.

"Oh god that's going to make me come!" she wailed with a deep guttural noise I'd never heard her make before, gripping the duvet, her mouth open - smeared red with lipstick which I saw had stained the sheets.

"Not yet," I told her, and I withdrew from her as she cried out in dismay.

"On your back," I said, and without waiting for her to obey, I simply flipped her over, her pussy now exposed to me, open and engorged. She looked at me in amazement, but I moved my gaze down her body hungrily, sliding my hands under her bum and lifting her further up onto the bed.
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I pulled her thighs wide apart and entered her again - my cock pushing her open once more as she gasped, wrapping her legs around me. The stiletto heels of her boots scraped against my sore bottom, but I hardly noticed.

I pinned her hands to the duvet, my mouth on hers, my tongue moving against hers, muffling our moans of pleasure. God her pussy was heaven.

I fucked her hard and deep, grabbing her feet and lifting them, putting them over my shoulder and pulling her hips hard against me, burying myself as deep as I could go - my bell end, huge and throbbing, pushing right up inside her, her soft pussy spasming around my hardness.

She had completely lost control, holding me tight, wailing like a mad thing, writhing on my cock and gazing wildly into my eyes as her orgasm began to swell.