Jamie returned to the room after a short while this time. She climbed up on the bed with her legs spread on either side of Mark’s face. She was still dressed. She had a skirt on which she hiked up revealing the very sexy red thong panties that Mark had given her a while back. Mark was writhing in the bed still in his restraints. He wanted that pussy so bad. Wanted to lick her, to fuck her, to make her his. Jamie just sat there silently for a moment, running her hands over the outside of her panty, caressing herself, admiring her boyfriend in this position, restrained, ass cheeks red, desperate.
“Your need to spanked, Mark, is a sign of your real need” Jamie spoke with a firm deep husky tone. “Your real need is to be controlled… to be commanded… to be dominated.” Mark was barely listening; he was really just focusing on her pussy. Sensing his inattention, Jamie, grabbed his head under his chin and raised it up so they were making eye contact. Then she slapped his face, which startled him. “Not paying attention to me just earned you more spanking, boy.” She slapped his other cheek as he began to murmur, “yes mistress.” “What did I say to you, Mark? What did I say is your real need?”
Mark struggled to answer as quick as possible as he was now a good bit intimidated by Jamie, a good bit nervous by her aggression. But he really hadn’t been paying attention and could not answer with anything more than a stammer. Jamie slapped his face again, harder still, from one cheek to the other. He really did not like this at all, he thought. She slapped him once more and then spoke. “I said you have a real need and it is not just to be spanked. Your real need is to be dominated.” “Yes Mistress,” came his meek reply, “I need to be dominated.”
“You are a submissive bitch-boy, aren’t you?” Mark did not reply; he did not like the position he was in or the things he was hearing. Jamie knew he did not like it and she was herself a bit surprised at the pleasure that knowledge brought her. Her pussy was getting wetter just looking at him in this position. She held his face up by the chin, leaned in a little closer, slapped his face twice more; harder, and said, very very firmly, “AREN’T YOU?” Mark almost inaudibly mumbled, “yes mistress, I’m a submissive bitch-boy.” Jamie laughed so hard at that it almost completely blew the whole intense mood. But she could see the humiliation in his face and she knew she had him already, had him tightly under her control.
But by now she had a real need brewing. What her need right now was to COME hard in her new little bitch’s face; she was so worked up already. So she leaned back, let go of his chin, grabbed her panties and pulled them aside and slid forward, almost smashing her wet pussy into his face. “Work it, bitch-boy. Serve your Mistress’s pussy now! Make me COME!”
Mark started licking and kissing and nibbling and licking. He was very good at pleasing her pussy as he had been with every girl he’d ever been with. He loved eating pussy almost as much as he loved fucking it. He licked her clit up and down and swirling around; he sucked it; he probed inside her lips with his tongue. Without use of his hands, he didn’t feel like he could do as good a job as usual but he was trying very hard. He was “serving” her as she had said. He wanted so bad to please her this time especially. It even felt a little different and he noted that. He wanted so bad to please her… his Mistress. So he worked and worked and worked.
She could sense this too; she knew he had a need to pleasure her. And this whole situation – Mark tied to the bed with red and stinging asscheeks that she had made that way, his face cheeks reddened from her dominating and humiliating slaps, his new position as her bitch, her new position as Mistress – this whole situation heightened the pleasure for her. She was loving his work. She was commanding him to keep it up, and he was responding to her commands, and she was moaning and writhing louder and more intensely with every movement. She finally grabbed his head tightly and pulled it tight to her pussy and came almost unlike any other time she’d come in her life. Waves of orgasm flowed though her. She gushed juices in his face. She screamed loudly, held he head tightly, her body almost violently shaking. And then she was still. And she laid back almost exhausted, panting heavily as she came down from her orgasm high.
Mark knew he served her well, knew he pleased her; he could feel how good this orgasm was for her and he was proud of his work. “You,” Jamie huffed in between deep breaths, “did very well serving me, bitch boy. You are going to get it right now. I thought we would wait, but you are going to get your reward now, my little bitch.”
Mark perked up at this quickly. He was finally going to get to fuck her! Finally get to feel her pussy walls pull in his hard cock. His excitement grew. Jamie moved away from her position and got up from the bed. Mark waited for her to undo his cuffs. To free him so he could take her and fuck the shit out of her. He wanted to orgasm the way she had just orgasm and he wanted to take her bad. He lifted his head and watched as she slipped out of her clothes. She was so hot naked, he loved looking at her. Especially just after she just came so hard, she was so incredibly sexy.
But she left the room and he was puzzled. “Please come back,” he said. “Don’t worry, my little bitch, I’m coming back with your reward. You are going to get it so hard tonight.” His cock surged in anticipation as he heard he speak. He was dying to be unleashed to fuck.
She came back in to room and started to climb in the bed next to him. He was pulling at his restraints, wanting to be let loose so he could fuck the shit out of her but she didn’t touch them. She moved back into the same position: sitting in front of his face with her legs on either side if it. But this time it was different. Mark’s excitement came to a screeching halt. He saw something he couldn’t quickly process. He gasped and even shuddered a bit. Jamie was wearing a strap-on dildo and it was now right in his face. He was stunned into silence. He had completely forgotten about the buttplug buried in his ass, but now he remembered… “oh god,” he thought and gulped
Jamie could see Mark’s shock and discomfort and again, this pleased her. She had positioned herself right in front of his face. She had grabbed a handful of his hair and with her other hand grasping the fake cock strapped tightly to her crotch, started slapping the sides of his face with it.
“You served your Mistress’s pussy so well, you deserve to be rewarded Mark, my little bitch-boy. You deserve a good fucking yourself…”