CAMELOT FANTASIES

Mistress and Slave    



Naughty Slave..



 
 
As  I  pull  into  the driveway I wonder if you'll hear the car and be
waiting  in  your  place by the door to welcome me, on your knees like a
good little slave, or if I'll have immediate reason to punish you today.
 
  I  walk thru the door to find it quiet, with no one in sight. It seems
there  will be need for punishment, how severe still remains to be seen.
I  drop  my  briefcase  next  to  the  door  and walk quietly toward the
bedrooms, steps cushioned by the thick carpeting.
 
The  door  to  our bedroom is open a crack and I stop when I can see the
bed,  it  would  seem  the punishment will be very severe indeed, for my
slave  is  in  direct  disobedience  of  my orders, masturbating without
permission,  and  about to cum from the looks of things. Suddenly I push
the  door open roughly so it slams into the wall behind it, and you stop
what  you're  doing as I walk in, scrambling off of the bed, kneeling on
the  carpet,  eyes  downcast. Your breath comes and goes heavily, cheeks
flushed from the orgasm that was so close, and the pain of denial.
 
  "What  do you have to say for yourself ****?" I ask threateningly as I
slowly cross the room toward you.
 
 "I... I'm sorry Mistress."
 
  I  stop  in  front of you, take your chin in my hand and roughly force
your  head back. "Look at me." I order in my sternest tone of voice, and
your eyes meet mine reluctantly. "What were you thinking about while you
were stroking my ****, my property?"
 
 "You ma'am.... I swear it."
 
 
 "My little slave couldn't wait five minutes for me to get home??" I let
go  of  your  chin,  slapping  you  across  the face and turning away in
disgust.  "Don't  move,  if  you want stimulation you little ****, I'll
give it to you."
  Ten  minutes later I'm back with my little black bag of toys, dropping
them on the floor next to you, smiling slightly to myself at the way you
jump,  and  the  fact that your **** is still rock hard, red and I would
guess throbbing like hell.
 
  You  had readied yourself for my arrival, naked except for your collar
and  leash,  which  i grab now, pulling you to your feet and over to the
door. 
 
From the bag I take the leather restraints, wrapping them around
your  ankles and wrists. There are four hooks on the corners of the door
frame,  and  I  lock  you  to these so you are spreadeagled in the door,
facing the bedroom.
 
  I  step  back,  pleased with the panic I can now see in your eyes, the
realization of the punishment to come.
  "I'm disappointed in you pet, in the way you make a joke of my rules."
I  slowly  take my suit jacket off, throwing it over the arm of a chair,
unbuttoning my blouse as you watch.
 
 "I know Mistress, I was thinking about you and I..."
 
  "SHUT  UP!!"  I say loudly, still undressing. "From now on don't speak
unless I ask you a direct question, understand?" " Yes Mistress."
 
  I  stand in front of you, naked now except for black garter, stockings
and  high  heels,  your  gaze  is  drawn  to my naked **** which I keep
completely shaved, then up to my large breasts, noticing that my nipples
are  rock  hard  with arousal, peeking out through the wild tumble of my
hair.  "  This  is  what  you  were thinking about slave?" I ask softly,
running  my  hands up my thighs, over my **** and up to cup my breasts,
fingers playing with my nipples.
 
  "Oh  yes  ma'am."  you  answer  huskily, moving as if you wish you had
something to rub your hard **** against, like my wet ****.
 
  "And  that's  why  you started touching yourself?" my right hand slips
down between my legs and I illustrate the words by spreading my lips and
running  a  finger over my clit. I watch you swallow hard before you can
speak. "Yes Mistress."
 
  "Even  knowing I would be angry? That you would be punished if I found
out?"
  "Yes  Mistress,  it's  because  I  want  you so badly, think about you
constantly."
 
  I  smile  at  this,  moving closer to you, reaching out to run my long
fingernails  over your chest slowly, tortuously. "As you should my love,
and  that  does  please me. Had you waited until I arrived and made your
needs  known  to  me,  things would have been different." my hand slides
lower,  fingers  wrapping  around  your  hard, throbbing ****, squeezing
around  you.  A  loud  groan  escapes you as I slide my hand up and down
quickly,  bringing you back to the edge of orgasm before letting go, and
turning away.
 
  "But instead you chose to take matters in your own hands, and for that
you must be taught a lesson." I take the bag and dump it's contents onto
the bed, finding your adjustable **** ring and ball stretcher, moving to
kneel  in front of you and put it on. A soft groan rumbles in your chest
as  I  finish, letting the weight pull your balls down, the ring keeping
your  **** rock hard. Before I stand, I look up at you, mouth level with
your ****, almost touching it...
 
  "You'd  like  me to take you into my mouth, wouldn't you slave?" I ask
teasingly,  licking my lips as you shudder. " Oh God yes Mistress.." you
groan the words, face flushed, brown eyes begging me silently.
 
"Do  you  think  you deserve to have me suck you down my throat and lick
you until you cum slave?"
 
  "No  Mistress, I've been bad.." I hear the shame in your voice, see it
in your eyes, that and your honest answer make me very proud of you.
 
  "That's  right, an extremely naughty boy." I reach out with my tongue,
licking  away  the  drop of precum from your **** as you watch, silently
shuddering. "And you still deserve to be taught a lesson."
 
  I  stand, turning away to walk to the bed, sitting on the edge with my
legs  spread  so  that  you can see my wet ****, reaching down to touch
myself.
 
  "Is  this  what  you  were thinking about while you were being naughty
slave?"  I  ask,  pinching  my  nipple with the other hand, watching you
sweat and squirm.
 
 "Yes Mistress."
 
  "About  **** my hot wet hole, or licking it?" finger **** myself
now,  enjoying the way you stare so hungrily, eyes full of need. "Answer
me ****."
 "Both Mistress..." your voice is thick with desire now.
 
 "And don't you wish you were doing it now, licking me, **** me?"
 
 "Oh God yes Mistress, I'm sorry for being bad, please Mistress."
 
 "Please what slave? What do you want?"
 
  "Touch  me please, I need you Mistress." you whisper desperately, eyes
shining, and I stand, slowly crossing the room to you.
 
 "Me, or would your own hand do ****?"
 
 "You, it's only you I need Mistress."
 
 Stopping in front of you, I wrap my fingers around your ****, squeezing
hard, looking into your slave eyes as you groan in pain.
 
  "Who's **** is this slave?" I ask, nipples rubbing against your chest,
mouth inches from yours.
 
 "Yours Mistress, it's your ****."
 
 "That's right slave, it's my property." I begin to stroke you now, fast
and  hard  the way I know you love it, and you groan again, this time in
pleasure,  not  pain.  "My  ****  only  gets  to  cum  when  I  say  so,
understand?"
 
 "Yes Mistress."
 
  "It's  my **** and my cum, and you better remember that." I reach down
with  my  other hand, cupping your balls, taking the weight off them and
you moan gratefully, hips swaying.
 
  I  lean  close, licking your lips before whispering "Mistress wants to
see her **** cum right now slave, RIGHT NOW!!"
 
  "Yesss  Mistressss...  aahhhh." your **** jerks and spasms in my hand,
squirting  cum  halfway  across  the  room as you moan and twitch in the
doorway.  After  a  moment you lay your head on my shoulder and I stroke
your hair softly in reassurance.
 
  "Thank you Mistress." you whisper, shivering as my nails run down your
back.
 
 "You realize there will be more to your punishment?"
 
  "Yes  Mistress,  whatever  you say." you agree eagerly, and I smile to
myself at your willingness.
 
 "You will not be allowed to cum now for a week, but you will service me
every  night  regardless,  orally  and  with  your  ****  in  my  ****.
Understand??"
 
  You  look  at me as if I've asked something impossible, but you answer
correctly. "Yes Mistress."
 
  I  smile at you wickedly... knowing it is totally possible, but that's
another story.
 


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