April 26th, 2013
More and more days go by, and
on the 6th night of my Slave Boy having no release, he sleeps next to me, locked, in
my bed…I was thinking that I would let him get off that night, but instead he
just pleasured my pussy with his mouth, giving me a Euphoric writhing release.
There’s something special about him, his dark skin, innocent yet deep eyes, and
mischievous smile that kills me every time. He glows in his adoration of me
and is genuine in his service. Nothing pleases me more, and nothing is more
repulsive than a completely selfish submissive. I have found the right one for
me; a relationship that is easy, flows, and most importantly a Slave I am
attracted to and can please my desires. I adore him, his humor, his deep voice,
his Iranian Coyote accent, the way he goes out to his car and comes back into my apartment in
a new suit, glowing always in his eyes just to see me.
I tell him my fantasy that
night before going to bed; that if I’m going to take his orgasm, for the first time since he's been locked in chastity, then I am
going to have it by riding his cock. This was a huge step for me, in admitting that I WANTED him; all of him. He lays limp beside me, his feelings of submission so intense that his body is no longer his own; he is locked in a constant state of desire, a desire so piercing, that the slightest touch from me sets a fire inside of him.
We awaken in the morning, his cock bulging out of his chastity device, his voice begging me to unlock him. I enjoy taking the cage off slowly, as to torment him more, and creating a sweet release once it's off. I torture him, slap his hard cock, and spit on it, his mouth; his dark eyes roll back in his head; he is completely mine. His tongue finds my yearning pussy, and pleasures me for quite some time, I am a puddle of water, dripping for his cock. It is time for me to merge with my Slave, to take him, my prey, completely for my pleasure. This is always how I do it from then on out. Just to ad an extra element of submission I cuff him to the bed, so that when he feels the natural urge to turn me over and be on top he can't; he must stay on the bottom.
The feeling of him is something I will never forget; his cock the perfect size of fullness, but not too hard as to be like ice; he is a warm fire inside of me, and I have mini explosions before an entire volcano of energy explodes from the depths of my being. He makes me cum harder than I ever have before, a dripping wet explosion, my body can hardly contain the pleasure.
We lay in bed for hours that day, him sprawled across my bed, one armed tied down in restraint, his body an empty vessel of clay. My Coyote lays his head down to rest; I have extended the erotic build up for 6 days, and he finally gets his release. We are happy and complete for now; like two young lovers without a care in the world.
SUNDAY APRIL 28th
I’m working across town in
Hollywood at my friend’s studio apartment. But I hate time away from my
slave boy, who’s face lights up whenever he sees me, who tells me he worships
the ground that I step on, who would rather lick the bottoms of my feet than have
an orgasm (another bluff I’ve called) but who will undeniably melt once he’s in
my presence.
His life is falling apart; his Porche Cayenne barely driveable and he has to borrow his friend’s car to drive
across town to see me. It's only been two days since he hasn't had an orgasm, but he is already weak and begging at my feet to come. I’m needing a serious work break, so I invite him into my presence. After coming inside
and resting his head on my lap like a small pup I pet him, and as I sit in a chair
overlooking the Hollywood hills on this perfect Spring evening, he kisses me,
his body pressed up against mine, and the rush overflows my body; a kinetic
connection, my heart open wide; I am in Euphoria. I moan, vibrate, drunk on his
admiration and devotion. I want him, and I want him now.
Like two giddy lovers, I take
his hand and lead him to the parking lot to his friend’s new mercededes with
beige leather seats which still have that new car smell. Slave boy, still in
Chastity to me, locked up for two days is yearning to get out. The only way I
can have satisfaction from his cock is to release him. But I would never let
him out without teasing him first.
Whining, moaning, he opens his
mouth and starts talking, making offers he can’t keep.
“Oh Mistress if you gave me
the choice to give you an Orgasm, or have one, which one do you think I would
choose.?”
“I don’t know darling, why
don’t you choose…have an orgasm or give me one.”
“Oh Mistress, I would do
anything for you, I would trade my Orgasm for yours…Maybe you’ll keep me locked
up in this thing for 6 months!” Lengthening his time in Chastity keeps this
Slave Boy very excited. I don’t think I would want to deal with his absolute
inability to function if I kept him in chastity for 6 months. He would become a
crying infant. I still adore his personality and must restore it every once in
a while. Perhaps I’m too compassionate of a Domme.
I allow him to play this game
of pleasing me, and slowly I unlock him. By the time I pull the casing off his
dick, he is fully erect, bulging out of it. I tease him some more with my hand
lightly caressing his smooth and glorious member, and he trembles, shakes and
begs to lick my pussy. I’m getting so hot, and enjoy the tease as well. He
climbs over the seat and squeezes into what small space he has in front of my lap. I enjoy the awkwardness
is on his part, and he must once again sacrifice his comfort for my pleasure.
We kiss like lovers, our saliva spiraling around our tongues, I want to suck
him into my being entirely; isn’t that when love making is the best; when you
want to inhale your lover?
Slave Boy proceeds to please
me with his tongue, making my pussy so juicy, red, and enlarged, I feel all my
blood rushing to my sweet spot. Nothing is better in my mind then when the very
landscape, the canvas of your art morphs before your very eyes; my pussy, his
object of adoration becomes of masterpiece composition of pulsating pleasure, an orgiastic Van Gough inside of me. My every fiber responds to every nuance of his desperate tongue pleasing me
while I call him my little bitch. I have
to enjoy a little humiliation every once in awhile.
Now I need his cock; he’s not
completely well-trained yet, still driven by his desire, and I must break him
in more for he tries to stick his dick in me too soon. I proceed to make him
back off and tease me with the tip; just gliding around my wet juices, surfing
the surface, not able to dive in. I almost come over and over again but I don’t
I want to build it, up, make my pussy literally pull him inside of me.
I indulge in our little
fantasy of him just being there for my pleasure; he rides me, our bodies
swirling together, melding into one, until…. That pinnacle moment when I
absolutely explode from all of his pent up frustration channeled into me; so
much more potent than a “regular” interaction. I do not allow him the same
luxury of sweet release.
We finish our love dance, and
remininsce in the car for 30 more minutes, just talking, being silly, holding
hands, cuddling as much as we can in a car. He has to go, even though he wants
to sleep next to me, on the floor even, anything to be close to me.
“Mistress, would you please
leave your shoes outside your door so that I can worship them?”
I’m delighted by the fact of
him sneaking by the apartment door and bowing down just to worship my shoes.
I comply with my slave’s
request and I tell him not to touch his cock. I’m leaving him unlocked for the
night, and want to test his ability of self control.
I fall asleep in my friend's bed, and apparently Coyote slept in the parking lot in his friend's car.
“Good morning Mistress…. I
love watching you scream in pleasure….hope you’re having a lovely day…
Ok fair enough but here comes
the confession from my weak Slave boy.
“BTW u left the lock shut but
You have the key my Goddess that means I can not be locked up, n also I used
the chance You gave me, worshipping your sandals with Your beautiful footprint
perfectly formed on it….it was risky but I wanted it…. I hope my Mistress is
not disappointed that I came w/o Your permission or presence although Your sandals were there
to witness….Muahhhh!”
He
came
on
my
shoes.
I've actually never met a person that was so turned on by the dirty imprint of my feet on the bottom of my shoes. But today is the day a man found my filthy shoes so erotic, he came to the thought of my feet.
“Did you notice last night
how frantically n excited I was bowing in the middle of the hallway facing your
shoes, cock in hand and inhaling the oh so arousing smell of your perfect feet
left on the sexy sandals hoping nobody sees me while trying to reach the so
wanted orgasm ASAP yet wishing you’d open the door to tell me how to do it or
make it stop….”
At first I had feelings of upset that my Coyote misbehaved and touched his cock without permission by me. And there's another part of me that finds his nature endearing. I'm sure I yelled at him for it, but the other part of me is completely turned on by the fact that his cum couldn't help but come out to the thought of my sandals.
