Classic Variations: Our Beloved Mistress

My boyfriend, Gary, has always had a bit of a submissive streak and would often hint that he wanted me to be more aggressive in our lovemaking. Finally, I agreed to give it a try, but when I did, I discovered that domination just wasn’t my thing. In fact, what I learned from that experience was that I also had a submissive streak. We weren’t sure what to do after that, until he suggested that Melissa, his ex-girlfriend, could come over and top us both.

Melissa has beautiful, chiseled features and long jet-black hair that falls just past her shoulders. Her figure is trim and athletic, with firm breasts and spectacular legs. I had to admit that on the one occasion we’d met, I was extremely attracted to her. Gary explained that he’d been her slave while they were together, and since they had remained friends, he knew that she’d be happy to help. Intrigued by the erotic possibilities, I told him that I was game.

Gary contacted Melissa and made a date for her to come over to the house. As our new domme, the first thing Melissa did was instruct him to go to a local sex boutique and pick up a number of items. When he returned with the bag full of toys and accessories, he wouldn’t show me what they were. “Melissa told me not to,” he explained. I found it difficult to work that entire week. My pussy was constantly wet, which was even more frustrating because Melissa had given us strict instructions not to have sex or even masturbate. One night, I couldn’t take it any longer, and I thought about Melissa as I lay in bed and drove my fingers in and out of my pussy. Rubbing my hard clit feverishly, I sent myself into orgasm. Luckily, Gary wasn’t home yet to catch me at it.

By Friday, I was a bundle of nerves. Gary welcomed me home from work with a kiss, and I knew that he was as excited as I was. I could smell dinner cooking as he led me upstairs and undressed me while he ran a bath. Certain that he planned to begin the night with some warm-up sex in the tub, I tried pulling him in with me, but he was all business. He lathered my legs with shaving lotion and ran the razor over my skin, then proceeded to do my armpits as well. I thought he was done shaving me, but then he had me stand up. Taking out a pair of trimming shears, Gary trimmed away my pubic hair before lathering up my mound and shaving me clean.

Finally, after drying me off with a towel, Gary led me to our bedroom. Still nude, I examined myself in the full-length mirror. I had never been so bare in my life, I thought. My shaved pussy looked and felt wonderfully different. There was a blue silk robe laid out on the bed, evidently one of his recent purchases. “Put that on,” my boyfriend directed. “Melissa’s orders.” The robe felt sleek and sexy against my skin and I felt a warm rush of arousal in my cunt. I couldn’t resist the temptation to stroke my breasts through the satiny fabric and give my aching nipples a much-needed pinch. “Stop that,” Gary said. “I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes; I have to get ready now.”

I went down to the living room where I had a glass of wine, and Gary joined me a little while later. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw him. His hair was slicked back and he had put on makeup: mascara, powder, lipstick—everything. He was dressed in a French maid’s uniform that was scandalously short. The only thing covering his asscheeks and genitals was a tight black thong, which I recognized to be one of mine. He also wore black stockings with garters and a pair of four-inch patent leather heels. On top of it all, he had shaved off all his body hair. This must have been something he’d done before, I thought, because his makeup was perfect and he didn’t stumble one bit in his high heels. He was stunning. The sight of him wearing such feminine attire took my breath away and aroused me in a way I’d never thought possible.

I was telling him that when the doorbell rang and Gary hurried off to answer it. It was Melissa. She strode inside the house, barely acknowledging him as she handed him her bag. She wore a dark business suit with a short skirt, and I couldn’t help staring at her sexy legs. Walking toward me, she looked me over and gave me an approving nod. Then she lifted my face with her hand and pecked me on the cheek. “Dinner smells wonderful,” she said.

Gary served while Melissa and I sat down to eat. During the meal, he knelt beside her and she fed him morsels of food from her hand. Then he would lick her fingers clean. I watched them closely, barely tasting my own meal.

Afterward, Gary cleaned up while Melissa and I had coffee in the living room. She asked me about our relationship, then delved into my sexual past. How many lovers had I had? Did I enjoy anal sex? How often did I masturbate? I didn’t even realize my slip when I unwittingly revealed that I had masturbated in the previous week, a mistake that would prove costly later on. When she asked if I found her attractive, my cheeks turned crimson as I softly stammered “yes.”

When the dishes were done, Melissa led me upstairs by the hand and Gary obediently followed us. “Wait here,” she said to me. “I’m going to get ready.” She left me in the guest room and, at her command, Gary dutifully followed her into the bathroom. An eternity seemed to pass by before she emerged in the doorway, looking every bit the dominatrice. The business suit was shed in favor of a leather bustier that barely contained her ample breasts. There was a strange leather harness around her hips, the likes of which I had never seen before. Her long hair was pulled back in a severe bun. She wore a pair of elbow-length leather gloves and held a leather crop that she waved, beckoning me to come closer to her. I stepped forward nervously, and she grabbed a fistful of my blonde hair, jerked my head back and gave me a kiss that sent my senses reeling. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and then she released me, leaving me breathless and longing for more.

I followed her into the master bedroom to find Gary standing in a corner. His hands were bound by cuffs and attached to a large hook in the ceiling that I had never seen before. He was practically on his tiptoes, his hands raised high above his head. His balance was all the more precarious because a bar was attached to his ankles, spreading his legs wide apart. He was still dressed in the maid’s outfit and Melissa led me over to him, lifting his skirt with her crop. Underneath, Gary wore a leather harness that restrained his cock, which was as aroused as I’d ever seen it. “He is mine tonight,” she said as she caressed him through the restraining device. She then flicked the crop at his thighs and he groaned. “You will pay for that, slave,” she said ominously.

Quicker than the eye, she swung the crop. It hissed through the air and landed squarely on my boyfriend’s ass. He cried out, but that had no effect on Melissa. She swung the crop again and again as Gary groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The powerful image mesmerized me, and I stood silent and watched until she stopped, having decided that his buttocks were sufficiently red. He was now panting excitedly. His cock was dripping pre-come and was harder than ever. “Thank you, Mistress,” he whispered, his eyes cast toward the floor.

Melissa approached Gary and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “See how he enjoys it?” she asked, gesturing toward his straining erection. Walking over to the dresser, she then picked up a cat-o’-nine-tails. She swung it softly at first, alternating blows to his chest, back, legs and ass. He began moaning loudly, obviously enjoying the continuation of his punishment, and I felt my pussy grow even wetter with excitement. It was strangely erotic to watch my lover being whipped, and I began to understand that these sensations could be an intensely pleasurable experience.

Melissa increased the tempo and the force of the blows. The crack of the whip became louder, as did Gary’s moans, each time it landed on his flesh. In no time, she was whipping him with her full strength, making him jump in his restraints, until she decided to move on.

Flashing a smile at me, she picked up a paddle from the pile of toys on the dresser. “Count,” she commanded Gary as she struck him squarely on his ass. The hiss of the crop and the crack of the whip were nothing compared to this. I jumped at the thunderous claps that sounded when the paddle met my boyfriend’s flesh. Dutifully, he counted out each swat as it landed. Melissa stopped when he reached ten, and he thanked his mistress again. She kissed him and walked toward me.

“Your turn,” she said. “Strip.” Quickly, I shook off my robe and let it fall to the floor. “Give me your hands,” she commanded, and proceeded to cuff them together. She ran a chain through the cuffs and secured my hands to the bedpost. A spreader bar was next, and it forced my legs wide apart. Restrained like that, and bent over at the waist with my naked ass raised and vulnerable, I felt nervous yet strangely eager. The effect that the bondage had on me was unmistakable; my nipples were hard and my pussy throbbed with anticipation.

Melissa circled me and inspected my body. “I like your breasts,” she said, squeezing each one as if judging a piece of fruit. Without warning, she twisted my nipples, making me gasp, but the pain had an undeniably pleasurable effect on my wet cunt. Melissa picked up the crop and softly caressed my buttocks with the tip. I held my position as she ran it up and down the crack of my ass and along my pussy lips. The feel of the leather was so sensual against my clean-shaven cunt. She ran the tip over my labia and flicked at my clitoris every once in a while, making me hotter and hotter. I could not suppress a moan as I tried to bear down on the crop, wanting desperately to come, but that was impossible with my legs spread and my arms tethered. Sensing my desperation, Melissa pulled the crop away. “Bad girl!” she scolded.

I heard the crop whistle through the air before I had a chance to brace myself. The first strike landed on my raised buttocks producing a sharp sensation that shot through my body. I screamed out loud from its suddenness, and then there was another and another. I couldn’t help crying out, but I didn’t want it to stop. The feeling was addictive, and I savored each stroke of the whipping, raising my ass higher and begging for every lash. My body tightened as each blow landed, and beads of sweat dripped down my naked body. Her pace rapidly increased, sending electric jolts right to my pussy, the pain evolving into intense pleasure. As I became even more aroused, my wetness ran down my legs. Just when I thought I was going to come, Melissa stopped. I groaned in disappointment.

“Enjoyed that?” she smirked.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“How do you address me, slave?” she demanded, bringing the crop down on my ass one more time.

“Yes, Mistress,” I squealed.

Melissa came up behind me and pressed her leather-clad body against my back. The heat in my well-whipped ass seemed to grow as I pressed back against her. Then she turned my face to her and kissed me. Her tongue was insistent, sending sparks throughout my body. She reached around and ran her hand over my breasts, massaging the hot flesh and pinching my nipples hard. I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life. I wanted to run my hands over her silky skin, but I was still tied up, so it was deliciously frustrating. My body writhed desperately against that of my mistress until, without warning, she rammed her fingers into my wet pussy.

I was unable to stop myself from crying out as my body exploded in orgasm. My cunt immediately convulsed around Melissa’s fingers as she fucked me with them, and I experienced an intense orgasm. I tried to recover my senses, barely aware that she was still fucking my quivering cunt. I pushed back against her, trying to get as much of her fingers into me as possible. Then she massaged my clit, launching another shattering climax. I was exhausted by the time she pulled her hand away and held it to my lips. “Clean it, slave,” she demanded. I opened my mouth and licked up my pussy juices.

Melissa released me from the bedpost and beckoned me over to Gary. My hands were still bound and the spreader bar between my legs made me teeter as I made my way across the room. Pushing me down on my knees, she stood over me and pointed toward her feet with the crop, instructing me to worship them. Bending down like the good slave I had become, I covered her feet with kisses. Then, at her command, I licked the patent leather to a polished shine as she intermittently flicked the crop across my back, reminding me who was in charge. Next, I was ordered to kiss and lick her beautiful legs. They were even more delicious than I had imagined. I explored them with my mouth, slowly running my tongue along every ripple of finely sculpted muscle.

I could have adored her legs forever, but Mistress was ready to move on. “Lick my cunt, slave. Make me come,” she commanded, pulling my face up to her pussy. Since I had never gone down on a woman before, I was a little awkward at first. I began by licking and nibbling her lips while inhaling her intoxicating aroma. I ran my tongue up and down her vulva and feathered soft kisses along her cleft. My eager tongue brought a soft moan from Melissa and, spurred on by her approval, I thrust my tongue into her pussy and lapped up her juices. Then I began driving my tongue in and out of her like it was a small cock.

My ministrations brought another moan of approval, so I began attacking her clit in earnest, exerting pressure on her sensitive nub. I loved the way she tasted and wanted to savor the moment, but Mistress was in no mood to take her time. She pushed my face into her pussy and ground against my chin, and I continued to lick her as best as I could as she fucked my face with her cunt. Her breathing became more rapid and she erupted in orgasm, her powerful thighs clamping against the sides of my head. My face grew slick with her juices as I sucked her through two more orgasms. Then she pushed me away. All this time, Gary had watched us, his cock raging, but unable to pleasure himself with his hands cuffed above his head.

Mistress released me from my own cuffs and the spreader bar. Motioning me to the bed, she tied my wrists and ankles to the posts so that I was lying facedown and spread-eagled. She picked up the paddle and approached me. “You disobeyed me,” she said. “I told you not to masturbate.” I assured her I would never disobey her again and offered to do anything that she wanted, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. “Count them out,” she commanded as she began to paddle me.

Although my asscheeks were still tender from the crop, Mistress offered no sympathy. The paddle set my buttocks afire, but the sensation was exquisite and I felt the now-familiar rush of pleasure flooding my cunt. I never could have imagined the wonderful sensations that ran through my body as a result of being spanked, and by the time she was done, I was a bundle of raw nerves.

Melissa left me for a moment and I couldn’t see what she was doing from my restrained position. Returning to the bed, she placed a pillow beneath me, raising my ass in the air. I thought I was in for another paddling, but instead, she worked her fingers into my hungry pussy. She fucked me with them slowly, making me wetter by the second. I began moaning loudly, and just when I thought I was going to come, she pulled her hand away, leaving me empty and wanting. I was practically crying to be fucked. Little did I know that I was about to get what I so desperately needed.

Suddenly, I felt something large penetrating my pussy. I turned my head in time to watch Mistress filling my cunt with a strap-on dildo. The latex invader was larger than any cock I had ever had, and it stretched me like never before. I gasped as she fucked me slowly, teasing me with her toy. She pulled almost all the way out before slamming the whole length back into my cunt. I begged her to fuck me faster and harder.

“Please, Mistress!” I cried, but she ignored me and continued to fuck me deliberately. In my bound state, I couldn’t push back; she was in control and there was nothing I could do about it. Then, after an eternity of this delicious torture, she obliged my desperate pleas and started sawing the dildo in and out of my cunt as I lay bound and helpless. Her thighs slapped against my asscheeks as she rammed into me. When she wasn’t reaching underneath me to pinch my nipples, she spanked my ass while making me beg for more. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she pulled my head back as she fucked me, and I loved every minute of her rough treatment.

Each stroke of Melissa’s cock filled my aching pussy, and soon she began moaning as her breathing grew more ragged. Holding onto my hips, she kept slamming the dildo into me until an orgasm washed over my body and I screamed out from the pleasure. Melissa reached her climax shortly after, and she left her cock buried in my cunt as we came down, both of us breathless.

After she recovered from her orgasm, Mistress rubbed my clit gently and, in an instant, had me ready for another round. I was startled when I felt her finger probe my asshole and I tensed, having never been touched there before. Then I realized how good it felt and began to relax. Lubed by my juices, Melissa worked her finger past my sphincter and began moving it in and out. As I became more comfortable, she added a second finger, then a third, all while fucking my cunt with the dildo. This new, erotic pleasure felt wonderful, and I soon found myself thrusting back to meet her fingers.

Pulling the dildo from my soaking-wet pussy, Mistress whispered, “Now I’m going to give you what you’ve always wanted.” She then pulled her fingers from my asshole and I felt the tip of the huge dildo poking there instead. Slowly, she worked it into my ass, and I groaned as it penetrated me. It stretched me to the hilt, and the full feeling was fantastic. She held the rubber cock still as I grew accustomed to its size, and then she began moving it in and out, sending a new thrill coursing through my body.

Mistress fucked me with slow, even strokes. It felt deliciously naughty to surrender my ass to a woman, and I couldn’t get enough of her cock. Then she picked up the pace until she was fucking my ass with a furious rhythm. The sensations that ran through my body were indescribable, and I pictured how I must look, tied facedown and spread-eagled on my bed while this goddess fucked me in the ass. Excited, I begged for more and she gave it to me. Even as my orgasm overtook my senses, my mistress continued thrusting into my asshole until she came shortly after, her body quaking.

Pulling the dildo out of my ass, Melissa disappeared into the bathroom to clean the toy before returning to untie me. Then she lubed up her cock and approached Gary, who had watched the entire incredible scene. She freed his straining cock from its restraint and made him bend over so she could drive the strap-on into his ass. Gary yelped as she penetrated him, but then he moaned as she slipped the entire length inside him. I watched mesmerized as she sawed in and out of his stretched hole, her powerful thighs slapping his buttocks with each stroke. There was nothing gentle in the way she fucked him, and that was the way he wanted it.

Melissa’s stamina was amazing. Gary’s hard cock strained in the air, seemingly ready to erupt at any second. “Take him in your mouth,” she told me, “but don’t swallow his come.” Quickly, I dropped to my knees and took his swollen dick between my lips. Gary exploded moments later, filling my mouth with his seed. I tried my best to keep his whole load in my mouth, but some escaped my lips and dripped down my chin. Then Mistress had me French-kiss him, and we each swallowed some of his hot cream. When we were done we thanked our mistress and pledged our devotion to her.

Later that night, after Melissa had left, I couldn’t thank Gary enough for bringing Melissa into our life. Gary and I continue to serve our mistress to this day, and I have never been more fulfilled.