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Kim smiled down at the man sitting on the floor between her legs. He was massaging her feet, his thumbs pressing into her heel as his
tongue slipped between her toes. Kim
twisted her neck, her eyes shut tight, savoring the feelings of her
slave’s talented hands and warm tongue. Still smiling she whispered throatily, “I want to feel a tongue
on my pussy.”
The man looked up; his fingers kept their firm kneading motion as
he looked at Kim expectantly.
With a grin of devilish excitement she added, “why don’t you go
get me one?”
His face fell, his mouth slipped open in shock. His hands stopped
massaging her feet as he asked, his voice strangled with incomprehension,
“mistress?”
Kim shifted her legs to place them on the ground. “I am horny, your fingers have been magnificent and I want to
feel a tongue on my sex, a cock in my pussy. I want you to go into town and find somebody for me. Understand?”
He tilted his head, righted it, and it fell again. She doesn’t want me? He tried to understand what he had
done, had he displeased her? She
couldn’t be serious, could she?
“I will be waiting,” Kim said as she stood and left the room. The look on his face as she made her request had excited her, the
mixture of shock and denial, disbelief and acknowledgment all crossing
across his brow and through his black eyes. She had felt her arousal escalate as she looked at his face. She had almost changed her mind when his face registered his
acceptance, had almost pulled him into the bedroom with her when his eyes
shut in obedience.
“Yes, mistress,” he called out to her fleeing form, sounding
defeated.
* * * * *
He scanned the bar, looking for a handsome man, for a man that
would accept his offer to follow him home and pleasure his mistress. The bar was loud, the band sitting in the center of the back
wall squawking incomprehensible lyrics masked by thunderous notes of
electric guitars and booming drums. He
was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt with the words
“Metallica” written across it.
He spotted a man, sitting alone, sipping a bottle of Fosters, the
brown bottle sweating as the cold beer warmed in the hot air of the club. “Excuse me,” he said to the beer sipping man.
“What?” the man spit, sounding upset that his solitude was
interrupted.
“Sorry,” he whispered, “I thought you were someone else.” He stepped away, baring his hands in mute submission. Just a tad rude, he reasoned. He continued looking around for someone to pleasure his mistress. I can’t do this, he berated himself, this is too hard, why is she
making me do this? Have I displeased her? Still, he couldn’t disobey, and his eyes kept scanning the loud
room.
He spotted a young man, no older than twenty years old, sitting at
a table just inside the door of the club. His foot was tapping to the throbbing beat of the drum, his eyes
dancing through the crowd, watching the patrons of the club. He crossed over to him, “hi,” he said to the young man.
The young man looked up at him from his sitting position,
“hello,” he sounded apprehensive, his eyes questioning.
“This is going to sound weird,” Kim’s slave said. He was talking loudly, trying to force the words past his lips,
hating the way they sounded as he searched for a man to pleasure his
mistress. “I was wondering
if you had any plans for the night. I
was sent by my girlfriend,” he didn’t want to increase his humiliation
by admitting to being a slave, “to find her a man to fuck.” I can’t believe I am saying this he thought as he continued,
“she wants to feel a tongue against her sex and a cock in her pussy. She sent me out to find someone for her. So what I was….”
The young man’s laughing stopped him. “What do you take me for?” He sounded angry, his voice tight,
“you come up with this bull shit story, expecting me to believe it. What, you looking for some money and you and your friends are going
to roll me? Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Sorry,” he hung his head, “but I was telling the truth,”
and he walked away, his head bowed slightly with his eyes raised to
continue searching through the room.
The song ended and another song, just as loud, the lyrics just as
incomprehensible took its place. He
sulked through the deafening club, still searching for someone alone so he
could repeat his humiliating pitch. At
the end of the bar he found another man, sipping a small glass of wine. He was wearing a pair of khaki slacks with a black pullover shirt. “Excuse me,” Kim’s slave whispered, standing next to him.
The man looked at him, staring into his face, “do you need a
doctor?” He asked.
Surprised by the question, he said, “what?”
The man took another sip of his wine, “your face is red. For me to notice in this light, I figured that you must be
having some sort of medical emergency.” His voice was soft, his words
coming easily from his throat. Setting
his wine glass back on the bar he continued, “obviously not. What can I help you with?”
He swallowed heavily and took a deep breath, “I was wondering,”
He began, the flush on his cheeks climbing higher, “if you would follow
me to my house. My girlfriend
sent me out to find someone to,” the song ended and the people sitting
nearest to him looked as his words carried over the brief lull in dull
throbbing, “fuck her.”
The man took a sip of his wine, eyeing Kim’s slave with a look of
comprehension and understanding. “Are
you her slave?”
The music started again, a throng of people gyrating on the dance
floor in a parody of sex and desire. He hung his head and admitted, “yes.”
“Well, that explains the color of your cheeks.” Setting the wine down the man began to laugh. “This must be embarrassing.” He climbed off of the barstool and stood up. He was a tall man, standing six foot three, his dark hair
combed neatly, pulled back over his head. “Delighted,” he said, “lead on.”
They walked out of the club, Kim’s blushing slave leading the
way. He kept asking himself
why, what he had done wrong. His
cheeks were burning in humiliation, having to find a lover for his
mistress. His mouth was dry as he climbed into his car and backed out of
the parking space. When he
noticed the man that had accepted pulling his car behind him, he drove
away, the man in tow, towards his house.
* * * * *
Kim
introduced herself to the tall man in the khaki pants, “pleased to meet
you,” she said.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he said, sounding suave and
comfortable. It was an
unusual situation, but the man, William, seemed strangely at ease.
“William,” Kim called out, “pour yourself a glass of wine. I
will be right back.” She
took her slaves hand and pulled him from the room.
William poured two glasses of wine. He sipped the dark fluid, the flavor dancing on his tongue as he
walked slowly through the room, looking at the paintings hanging on the
walls and at the magazines resting on the coffee table. He skimmed through the magazines, running his fingers along the
table, sipping at the wine.
* * * * *
“Strip,” Kim commanded her slave.
He untied his shoes and set them under the bed. He unfastened his jeans and pulled them and his underwear off in
one deft motion. “Don’t,” he whimpered, his voice frail and weak.
Kim smiled, beaming with happiness, her red hair shining in the
light. She said nothing, just
watched as he stripped.
He continued to remove his clothes, pulling his shirt over his
head. He placed his shirt on
the growing pile of clothes and doffed his socks, standing naked before
his mistress. “Please,”
he whined in despair.
Kim ignored him. “Back
against the wall,” she told him.
He obeyed, standing with his back to the wall. Kim pulled some thick, white nylon rope from the closet and began
to tie him to the wall using the rings she had had him install years ago. The rings were sturdy, held into the studs of the wall. He had been tied there many times before, and they knew that no
matter how much he struggled, he would not free himself from his bonds.
The rope bit into his skin and he winced in pain. His limbs became useless one knot at a time. He watched as he left hand became detached from his control,
then his elbow, his shoulder. The
rope bit into his skin and his limbs became one with the wall. Kim continued binding her slave to the wall, sliding the rope
tautly across his chest to his right hand.
He hung his head against his chest, his hands flexing; opening and
closing as if he was demonstrating he still held power over his body,
though that power was mute at best. He
pulled against the rope, but as he expected, he was held immobile, trapped
against the wall until
(if)
his mistress chose to release him. She is replacing you, his mind taunted him. She had you choose your replacement for her. She had you go to the bar and supplicate yourself to a
stranger and bring him here for her. She won’t ever release you. His brain teased him, laughing at his distress and his immobility. He squeaked desperately, his voice a hoarse whisper, “don’t.”
Kim looked up from her kneeling position as she finished binding
her slave to the wall, knotting the rope at his feet until he was secured
in a standing spread-eagle tightly against the cold wall. She stood up, not saying a word, as she dropped her robe at her
feet. She pulled her panties
down her legs, revealing the treasure he sought and the moistness he was
not deemed worthy to service.
She
balled the panties up into a small ball and shoved them into his mouth. Using a small end of the rope she tied the panties into his mouth. “I am so wet,” she whispered into his ear, “can you taste
me?” She was taunting him with her words, “I want you to watch
me come. Too bad you won’t
be able to help.”
Leaving
the room she called over her shoulder, “don’t go anywhere,” a soft
chuckle escaping her lips as he moaned into his gag.
*
* * * *
Kim pulled William up the stairs, her naked body leading the way. They had sipped wine on the couch, finishing the bottle with small
talk and roaming hands. William
had been appreciative of the view when Kim had appeared naked from tying
her slave to the wall opposite her bed, commenting on her choice of
outfits.
Giggling like school-aged children they shared laughter until the
bottle of wine was empty. Smiling
coyly, Kim led William to the bedroom. She pushed him against the bed, the aggressor in their tryst. She unbuttoned his black shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. She kissed his chest, biting his nipples until he winced in pain. She unzipped his khaki pants and unfastened them, pulling them down
his legs.
Kim climbed into bed, propping her head up with some pillows. She
looked at her slave bound to the wall, watching with saucer eyes, “eat
me,” she hissed, spreading her legs wide, her fingers snailing through
the wet mat of pubic hair.
William needed no further encouragement. He climbed between her thighs and extended his tongue. He began to lap at her sex, gently at first, slow and softly
tentative strokes. His hands
climbed up her legs, his fingers sliding against her warm skin. He slid forward and pushed his hands against her thighs,
spreading her legs wider.
Kim moaned in delight as William’s tongue parted her sex, sliding
inside the heated cavern of her sex. Her eyes were locked on the bound form of her slave, staring at his
twisting body, smiling at his muted moans. His eyes were pleading, begging to be set free, pleading to be
allowed to service her in place of this stranger with the brooding eyes
and hard stomach.
William continued his probing excavation, his tongue dancing along
the engorged softness of her sex, his hot breath sending goose bumps
racing down her skin. His
hands held her legs wide, his tongue dancing against her throbbing clit in
rapid bursts. He lapped at
her sex like a dog drinking water, long strokes up from her ass, ending in
the tangled weeds of her pubic hair.
Kim groaned in delight, her head pressed against the headboard. Her excitement climbed as she stared at her bound slave. He was squirming in his bonds, straining his head towards her, his
neck bent forward. It was as
if he felt he could replace William from his impotent position across the
room. She smiled at his cock, standing strong, driven by the sounds
of her pleasure and the burning shame of rejection. He moaned behind his panty gag in tune with Kim’s gasps of
pleasure.
“I want a cock in me,” Kim hissed, taunting her slave while
prompting William.
William removed his hands and Kim’s legs shifted to press against
his head. William pulled
himself up, walking his hands up the mattress, pressing them into the bed
just below her shoulders.
“No!” he tried to shout, the sound coming out a desolate groan. He pulled against the rope, breathing heavily as his struggles
escalated. The moaning grew
louder and more despondent; his wrists were chafing under the strain of
his powerless exertions. Don’t
his mind screamed, it’s not fair. Why
would you prefer a stranger over me? His mind was taunting him again, laughing at his impotence,
besmirching his weakness.
I am here for you, don’t you see that?
But she could see. Her
green eyes never left his struggling form. William eased his erect cock into the Kim’s wet sex. Kim groaned in delight, savoring the feeling and the whimpering
sound that emanated from her tormented slave. With each powerful thrust of William’s cock Kim exhaled an erotic
noise of pleasure, and her slave sobbed in rejected silence against his
gag.
William thrust powerfully, driving his cock fully into the warmth
folds of Kim, his face a rictus of pleasure as her body gripped him. Kim wrapped her arms around William’s body as she came,
biting his shoulder as she screamed in ecstasy. William thrust twice more and came loudly, his head tilted towards
the ceiling, his teeth bared like a vampire’s scowl.
The three moaned individually, two in pleasure and one in muted
misery. William pulled his
flaccid cock from Kim’s body and rolled over, his head resting on
Kim’s arm. “Wow,” he whispered. With an evil grin he looked at the bound man that had brought him
here and spoke into the air, “that was great.”
It was
like the triumphant roar of a lion to the bound slave broken ego, and his
head fell against his chest where he sobbed in misery, tears running from
his dark eyes.
Kim
looked at William, “I hope you don’t mind,” she spoke calmly, “but
you can show yourself out, correct?”
William’s
face fell. He had expected to
stay the night, or at least demonstrate his prowess again, but he knew
better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, “of course. I’ll lock the door behind me.”
“Thank
you,” Kim said, watching him get dressed. He left the room and bounded down the stairs. As promised, he locked the door as he left. He climbed into his car, stared at the house for a brief
moment, and drove off, sated and content.
*
* * * *
Kim looked at her bound slave, breathing
heavily, a look of contentment written on her face as well. She taunted him further, her words a torment, “you didn’t
want to watch, did you?”
He shook
his head.
“You
wanted to eat me, didn’t you?”
He
nodded.
Smiling
Kim climbed out of bed and began to untie him. She undid the ropes that held him firm, freeing him from the wall. She undid the rope from around his mouth and pulled her panties
from his mouth. She watched as he worked his jaw, easing the built up
tension in his sore mouth. Kim
climbed back onto the bed and spread her legs wide, the view enticing. “You did say you wanted to eat me, correct?”
He knew
he was trapped. “Yes,
mistress,” he admitted, his desire overwhelming his revulsion.
Still
smiling Kim nodded, “then eat me, slave. Clean me.”
He
climbed between Kim’s widely spread thighs. He could smell her arousal, mixed with the pungent scent of
William’s seed. With a
tentative nod of his head he ran his tongue along the swollen lips of
Kim’s pussy. His tongue
danced along the outer lips of her pussy, sliding from one thigh to the
other, across her wet sex.
“Clean
me,” Kim repeated. She
grabbed his head and held it against her pussy, trapping his tongue
against her. His tongue
slipped between the folds of her cunt and he pulled William’s spent seed
into his mouth. He swallowed
thickly and Kim could feel his face contort against her sex.
Kim’s
moans climbed as her slave cleaned her body until she came again, shouting
loudly into the small room. Her
fingers pulled her slave’s hair, rocking his head against her sex as she
climaxed. “Oh God,” she
shouted, clamping her legs against his cheeks, her fingers tugging his
dark hair.
Her body tensed and then relaxed, her orgasm fading into the night. She released her slave and he rolled over to lie by her side. She pulled him to her, holding him, resting her head on his
shoulder. “Be sure to put
the rope away,” she whispered, her eyes shut.
And as
her heavy breathing relaxed, she drifted into a sated sleep, undisturbed
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