Written by Back2egg. This story is an account of a session we had together. It was a 2 hour, so a long piece of writing. Enjoy.
The original can be seen HERE:
I lay naked face down on the floor as my nipple
clamps were beginning to bite. I could hear a rummaging as Mistress Leyla
searched out of my sight.
“I’m just looking for something for you to ride,” She
muttered deliberately teasing. I remembered what I had put in my e-mail but was
She really going to go through with it? Earlier I was surprised to go outside
and for Her to fulfill my first fantasy but surely the next thing I asked for
was going beyond Her remit.
It was if there was a refusal to believe that
these fantasies could come true even though Mistress did nothing to hide Her
agenda. It wasn’t until I was struck on my buttocks for being late that I
really believed I was going to be punished. It was not until I was naked
outdoors did I believe that would happen, despite being on a lead indoors going
through doggie commands.
The denial going through my head was absolute and
even when Mistress Leyla said, “I’m looking for something for you to ride” I
still didn’t believe what I was in for.
“Turn over She ordered and I obeyed the long
nipple clamps catching on the floor and whipping around on release as my body
turned. I lay on my back and looked up and caught sight of myself in an
overhead mirror.
Yes it really was me, I had final submitted whole-heartedly
to a Mistress and was awaiting more torments. I was in a dream, I congratulated
myself for making it to the world of my fantasies but was She really going to
shaft me?
I looked to the side, still not daring to believe
and I saw Mistress with a large pink tapered strap-on protruding from Her
crotch. I swallowed hard as She expertly rolled on a condom along its entire
length. I began to worry a little; the strap-on was at least eight inches long
and when a man is going to be on the receiving end of a phallus you don’t
exaggerate.
Mistress strolled casually towards me stroking Her
cock slowly, either to tease or torture me mentally, or professionally ironing
out any air bubbles. She stood upright between my legs.
“All of our strap-ons are cleaned thoroughly.’ She
announced, to allay any fears. I did feel better for that information but with
it came the realization that I really was going to get shafted!
“First I want you to suck my cock!” She stated
with relish and knelt to my side Her knees in-between my arm and torso. I
wondered how She was going to take me, was She going to do me missionary style
where I was laying, getting me to pull my legs up so I would be in the diaper
position or have me on all fours and have me doggie style? There was a bondage
table waiting menacingly in the corner of the room and I thought She would take
me there rather than join me on the floor.
She offered Her cock to me and for the time being I
would do my best to please Her. I didn’t mind being humiliated, that didn’t
hurt and as long as Her cock was in my mouth it wasn’t going to be doing damage
elsewhere.
“Suck it!” She commanded with authority and I
quickly lifted my head to clamp my mouth on Her strap-on.
I sucked quickly noticing the latex sheath on my
tongue. As my head motioned back and forth my teeth lightly chattered on Her
cock and I forced my jaw to open wider not wanting to puncture the condom.
“Lick it!” She demanded and I instantly disengaged
my mouth and went to sliding my tongue along the length.
“Suck it!” She quickly revised and once again Her
cock was in my mouth slowly fucking away with tiny thrusts.
Again the will to please Her took over and I tried
to gobble as much of Her pink strap-on down my throat as possible.
“Good boy” She praised genuinely pleased with my
efforts as I quickly worked up the length. I started to gag and was quickly
instructed by Mistress.
