She walks to the dresser and lights Nag Champa incense, her favorite. You aren't certain, but it seems the smoke makes a heart around her face as she turns to watch you. You lay on a giant four poster bed, not because you wanted to but because you really had no choice. Her slaves came in earlier and tied you to the bed with silk scarves. Then they draped your naked body with a transparent black veil. It wasn't very warm, but at least you weren't totally exposed. Until now that is, as she delicately picks up a corner of the veil and swishes it off of you in one deft move and looks you over from head to toe. You try to hide your sudden erection, but there is really nothing you can do.
She doesn't speak but you watch as she pulls a glass bottle of red oil from between her breasts. She holds it up to the candle light for a moment and unscrews the stopper.
An exotic fragrance rises up from it. Something middle eastern surely, with notes of patchouli and sandalwood. Inside it is a little glass wand. She comes closer and sits beside you on the bed. She then drags the wand over your left nipple...leaving a trail of the oil on it. You gasp at the sudden touch. She reaches across you and does the same to the other nipple. And then she slowly dribbles the fluid from the valley of your throat all the way down to your navel letting it pool up in your belly button. She slowly removes her gloves, so as not to get oil on them. She takes one of her long gloves, and puts her finger into the corner of your mouth, forcing it open. With the other hand she uses the glove to gag you by laying it straight across your mouth and pressing it in slightly. Suddenly you feel even more aroused.
She takes her finger and dips it into the oil pooled up in your belly button, and slowly draws a spiral outward from your belly button and over your stomach. Then she rubs the oil in, all over your torso and abdomen and then between your legs, carefully massaging each part. You bite down on the glove and squirm with your arousal. She suddenly swats your private parts, and you jump. She smiles and looks at you as your eyes plead with her. You can't touch her. You know she holds all the power. The room is filling with incense, the candles are sputtering, and she pulls your restraints even tighter. She stands back a bit, and steps upon a little wooden stool at the end of the bed where you can see her towering over you. She slowly unlaces the front of her gown. Up till now it has been hugging her shoulders, but with the release of pressure from the laces, the red velvet slowly slides down her pale flesh. You are mesmerized by the sight of her standing there. As her gown puddles around her ankles, she stands there in a black corset, lace panties and silk stockings with a lace band holding them to her thighs. She steps down and you see her fiddling with one of the bedposts. You hear a latch click in the wood and then suddenly she is holding a whip that had been hidden inside the post. It's a small flogger with little rubber strings hanging from it. She comes back with the whip in one hand and a red candle in the other.
Your eyes are wide, as you wonder what will happen next. She leans over and lets the candle wax drip onto your left nipple. It stings. But its strangely pleasurable. Drip, sting, drip, sting. You squirm as drop after drop sizzles on your skin and then hardens, tightening around your nipple. She reaches across, and sets the flogger on your navel, and drips wax on your other nipple. Once they are both covered, she puts the candle back on the candlestick.
Then she picks up the whip, and suddenly slaps it across both nipples. And again. You feel the wax cracking, peeling, as she whips you again. And again. You can see the welts starting to stand out in relief against your skin. Then just when you think you've adjusted to the sting on your nipples, she pivots and spanks you hard across your cock with the flogger. As if it wasn't throbbing before, it is now. You buck your hips in response to that last stroke. She laughs. And does it again. She sets the flogger aside and grabs your cock in her hand. With the other hand she touches your face, sliding her long fingers over your forehead and cheeks. Her body is so close to yours as she stretches out to stroke your face and cock at the same time. Then she begins to pull bits of wax from around your nipples, and the wax grabs at your chest hair and pulls it too. Another bit of pain as she pulls the wax off. She pauses a moment to lick the cream off the tip of your member, like a kitten licking up milk. You swear you both moan at the same time. She goes to the end of the bed again. She crawls right up your body. Suddenly you realize as she mounts you, that those lace panties are crotchless. She levels her hips over you and slides down your hard shaft. You realize with a start how very wet she is as she milks you with her pussy. You are already so aroused, you are in serious fear that you will come too soon. You try to think of other things, like past due bills, or politics, but its no good. She just keeps riding you. The corset is overflowing with bouncing flesh. Her thighs pin you to the bed as she uses you, as she fucks you, as she laughs. Just when you think you will surely squirt, she gets up. Now what, you wonder.
She walks to the top of the bed and pulls the red velvet glove out of your mouth. She leans down and whispers in your ear...you owe me a new pair of gloves.
Then she mounts my face, facing towards my feet and my throbbing cock glistening with her pussy juices.
I suddenly find my hungry mouth pressing against her velvety soft pussy. I lick for all I'm worth, wanting to please her. My tongue finds her pearl, and I slurp and suck and swallow, and slurp some more. She unties the side of her panties and I find they come right off, even as I'm licking and tonguing her. I am surrounded by the essence of her, the joy of her, the womanliness of her. She starts to cum, and I am drowning in juices, feasting on the droplets as if of honey. I can't breathe, I can't see, I am overwhelmed.
She is using me and is cumming harder and harder. I am close to passing out when suddenly she is done.
She glides off. And then she kisses me, sucking her own juices off of my lips and tongue. I am heady with the arousal of it. My cock is still saluting the sky. This time she rolls up the other glove and stuffs it into my mouth.
Then she bends again, and whispers in my ear. Dear pet, I have used you for my own pleasure. I could just walk away now. But instead, when I count to three, you will come for me, very very hard. If you understand just nod. I look at her, my eyes watering, and nod slowly.
I try to resist. Really I do. After all, hypnosis doesn't work on me. Everyone knows that. I pride myself on being in control.
"One," she whispers. I whimper, my cock jerking.
"Two," she whispers. I shake my head no. She shakes her head yes.
"Three," she says louder.
And then my cock explodes like a fountain, spraying up like she owns it. And she does.
She rings a bell, slipping on a black robe hanging by the door. Two male slaves and 2 female slaves come in and she leaves me like that. One of them starts to clean my cock with her tongue. I lift my head her glove still in my mouth, as I see the door click behind her.
I lay back as I feel hands pinching and prodding me, but that is a tale for another time.
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