Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  He could never deny Her anything, especially the use of his body for Her pleasure. Her satisfaction would only lead to his own. What more could any man, submissive or otherwise, want?

  "Is all in readiness, pet?" She asked.

  "Yes, my LadyAngel. Your guests are beginning to arrive. Even now they are gathering in their respective dressing areas, donning the appropriate robes and wondering what You will expect of them." he answered. They both smiled as memories of many such weekends filled their minds.

  Her fingers slowly slipped from his body as She returned to the throne-like chair. It was all he could do to stifle the soft sigh of regret. His time with Her would come, of that he had no doubt. He was Her favorite, the only one allowed to kneel beside Her chair on the black satin pillow. The pillow where he even now sank to his knees, signaling the beginning of the ceremony. The oversized double doors swung open and two columns of figures slowly entered.

  The first six of each column wore robes of blood red, followed by six more in robes of white. Signifying their lack of knowledge of the world about which they sought to learn. Only two would be chosen this weekend to wear the red of Her students. The chosen would take the place of the two leaving. These two no longer had need of the Lady's instruction. Somewhere out of sight, a gong sounded as the robed figures moved to their designated places, sank to the floor and assumed the correct positions.

  The sharp sound of the crop against the calf of Her boot did not draw a reaction from James, although the sound of a faint gasp would be heard from one of the kneeling figures near the closed doors. Something She made note of, and would deal with when it was time to choose. She slowly walked down the steps, and continued between the double rows of supplicants.

  Her eyes carefully assessing each bowed head, the arch of each back and the trembling hands that rested against each set of thighs. Only two would 'make the cut' when the evening ended, therefore she could not afford to ignore even the slightest weakness.

  "Let the evening begin." She murmured before returning to the platform.

  James stood as She reached the top step and moved to stand slightly to Her right, although a step behind. Together they watched as Her students chose from among the supplicants, pairing off for what would be only the first session of a very long, and exhausting, evening. All supplicants would participate in whatever task the red-robed students chose. Whether they were hetro-sexual, bi-sexual or even homo-sexual, those classifications had no bearing here. The Lady would allow nothing less than complete compliance from the supplicant to his, or her, instructor's wishes.

  With little expression, they watched as each pair interacted. How each supplicant reacted once their robes were removed by the Chosen. How compliant they were with the direction given by the Chosen. When the gong again sounded, new partners were chosen and the process began again. Before the evening had reached it's end, each of the Chosen would have been with each supplicant, giving LadyAngel a clear choice for Her new students.

  James stepped back and around behind his Mistress. He knew She would become increasingly aroused as the evening's activities progressed. By the time the final decisions were made, She would signal which supplicants were to be led away and their robes changed from white to crimson. They would then be returned and led to the last two red silk squares.

  Her need would be as great as his own. James looked forward to the end of the ceremony, at that time he would kneel and taste Her to show his continued devotion. His mouth watered in anticipation of the unique flavor that covered his tongue when She granted him the gift of Her cum. Even now the faint scent of Her arousal drifted upwards between them.

  The need to draw closer and press against Her bare buttocks nearly destroyed his composure. But, as always, before he could put thought into action, She reached between them and took his arousal into Her grasp. The faint hint of a smile on Her lips was the only indication that She was pleased by his readiness for Her. James never gave any visible sign that her hand sent the blood rushing to his groin beyond teh obvious, but thankfully the sound of the final gong rang dully throughout the room.

  The Lady's Chosen led his, or her supplicant back to their original spot and indicated that they should once more kneel. When the Lady released Her grasp on his bulging cock, it immediately sprang up hard and ready. She paused at the edge of the platform and chose a pair of sleek black leather crops from the assortment kept there at all times. These were used to tap the shoulder of each supplicant chosen, before being led away to be dressed in the appropriate red silk robes of their brothers and sisters.

  LadyAngel again ascended the steps to the top of the platform and stood with one hand resting lightly on the arm of the throne-like chair. As Her eyes met his, She waited until the unchosen on the floor filed silently through the doorway. Once silence again filled the hall he moved before his Mistress, dropped to his knees and lifted his hands to the tops of Her boots.

  His fingers drifted slowly up along her pale thighs, continuing until they brushed the narrow strip of tight red curls. The only indication that his touch affected Her was the darkening of Her green eyes. Both of James' hands drifted to her hips, as if bracing himself for what would come next. She reached out one hand, laying it atop his head and pushed down.

  His lips parted and the tip of his tongue pushed between the dewy, curl covered lips. It was hard to tell whose moan was louder, his or the collective one that drifted up from the kneeling Chosen. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding his face against the heat radiating from Her mound. Each lick along the puffy lips brought a faint guttural growl from her throat, and encouraged him to increase his efforts.

  When she lifted one boot and set the stiletto heel against his thigh, the room seemed to give a collective groan. As his head fell back, She followed by bending one knee and grinding the dampness of Her pussy against his open mouth. Her body began to rock back and forth against his licking tongue. His moans vibrated against her distended clit and Her face lifted toward the shadowed ceiling.

  Suddenly Her ass cheeks slid up onto the thick arm of the throne. The strong grasp of Her hand in his hair pulled him around, the silk sliding on the platform floor. The sudden force crushed his mouth against damp swollen lips that parted as Her legs wrapped loosely around his shoulders. With a clearly audible snarl, he attacked Her opening. His tongue driving in, pumping deeper with each thrust.

  Balanced on his knees with both hands braced against the side of Her chair, he licked and sucked the sweet pussy of his Mistress. Hungrily driving the tip of his tongue into her juicy hole, intent on forcing the orgasm that would feed him the sweet cum he desperately wanted -- needed.

  "such a good boy." She purred, as he hungrily swirled the tip of his tongue. "Mistress' good boy."

  He visibly shuddered at the sound of Her voice, his cock a dark angry red as it strained towards it's Mistress. Drops of precum dripped onto the pillow beneath his knees. The drops falling faster and faster, until they became a glistening string from the almost purple tip of his cock to the black silk. Without even seeming to move, the crop flashed through the spotlight and landed with a crack across his ass, he groaned but never left the hot sweet pussy pressing against his lapping tongue.

  LadyAngel turned to look out over the Chosen who watched with lips parted as if they, and not James, knelt between her thighs. Hands furiously stroked, fingers rubbed and pinched under the red silk as they watched their Mistress be pleasured by Her favorite. The scent of arousal had filled the room once more. She smiled with approval and turned to look down at Her most prized possession.

  "cum, pet." She whispered softly, but she might as well have shouted.

  His body convulsed as the roar left his throat. Bowing backward until his head touched the floor behind him, a thick stream of milky white cum shot from the end of his turgid shaft and splattered against the side of Her chair. The Lady smiled as drops of cum landed on Her thighs, and stood to move over his straining body.

  "clean Me."
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  Trembling and panting from the force of his orgasm, James struggled upright to lick his cum off Her skin. Caressing his cheek, Her face turned to look out over the kneeling Chosen and addressed them directly for the first time.

  "You are my Chosen ones, tonight we have added two more to Our number. You will guide them as I have been your guide. Go now, rest. Your journey has begun."

  LadyAngel stepped back, held out Her hand and as James placed his in it they stepped down off the platform side by side. Without another word they walked along the darkened corridor. Once they reached Her chambers, LadyAngel walked to the center of the room and turned to look at James.

  "remove your robe." She said.

  He untied the ribbon that held the black silk closed at his throat, the faint rustle was music to Her ears as it slithered down his naked body. The faint sound of the crop against the calf of Her right boot acted as a signal, and he moved to the oversized wooden chair positioned against the 'toy' wall.

  Around the chair hung the various tools that the Lady used. Most obvious were the shiny sets of shackles and handcuffs that caught the light and reflected it back. Drawing one's attention to the arms of the chair where cuffs were bolted to the wooden arms, and shackles were attached to the legs. This section of the Lady's chambers served many purposes.

  Once James sat down and slid flush against the back of the chair, She closed the cuffs around his wrists. Dropping into a squat, she locked the shackles around both ankles. Once the echo of a metallic click died away, She stood up.

  Her nails dragging along his thigh until they came into contact with his semi-erect cock. Flicking a fingertip back and forth across it, he groaned as it filled out and stood up proudly. She grasped it tightly in one fist and knelt on the seat of the chair, Her knee against his hip. Drawing up the other knee against the opposite hip, Her bare pussy was perfectly positioned right above his cock.

  "watch your cock pleasure your Mistress, pet." She hissed.

  His gaze dropped immediately to the hand wrapped possessively around his straining shaft. He seemed to almost stop breathing as She lowered until the tip of his cock came into contact with the heat of Her slit.

  "such a good boy." She murmured.

  Dragging the tip along the close clipped curls, She smiled at the flushed look of strain on his face. Knowing it was almost painful to be this close to Her heat and not be able to touch, or assist, in any manner. Pushing down against him, the tip parting Her puffy pink lips. She rocked back and forth across it for one -- two -- three heartbeats, and then leaned back again.

  "look, pet, see how the dew forms on the tip of My cock?" She whispered beside his ear.

  His eyes closed and his color heightened, as if struggling with some inner demon. But the only sound he made was a strangled growl that remained locked deep in his chest.

  "tell your Mistress who owns this cock, pet." She hissed against the side of his neck, the tip of Her tongue licking against the skin heated by his overwhelming need.

  The words could barely be heard, "You own this cock, my LadyAngel."

  Her words cut as sharp as a blade. "louder, pet, tell Me who owns this cock!"

  Cum suddenly spurted onto the leather of Her corset as his words broke loose with a strangled cry.

  "this cock and this body belongs only to YOU, MistressLadyAngel!!!"

  "such a good boy." She crooned, brushing back and forth against his cock once again.

  He panted, struggling to stop the strings of cum that kept oozing over her bare pussy. But that battle was lost the moment Her hand guided him to the hole hidden deep between the soaked lips of Her pussy.

  With a satisfied growl LadyAngel sank down onto his cock, taking him completely inside without even slowing. His soft whimpers only fueled the fire blazing in Her body. Once She reached that point, --- once She began to fuck him, --- there was no stopping.

  Clamping both knees tightly against his hips, she rode his cock hard and fast. Her hands grasping the iron rings attached conveniently to the top of the chair. This angled Her body toward his face, dragging Her nipples against his lips. He could not resist opening his mouth to suck and lick at the hard tips. The harder he sucked, the faster She rode the long thick proof of his need.

  Suddenly Her head fell back and ragged screams echoed through the room around them. Feeling the tight walls of her sex constrict painfully around him set off another orgasm, and their cum mixed inside the pussy thrusting wildly up and down his length.

  Once She managed to stop and took a deep breath, She slowly backed off his body. James' cock caught between her pussy lips and left a trail of their cum glistening along her slit. She stepped to the side and leaned over his shoulder, growling against his ear.

  "you were a bad boy, pet. you made Mistress cum without asking permission."

  Struggling to breathe as Her hand came up and wrapped tightly around his throat. James could only nod silently.

  "Mistress must punish Her pet for causing such a mess." She said with a feral grin.

  Still gripping his throat with one hand, the other reached for his cock, stroking it rapidly. A strangled moan slipped past his panting lips, as almost instantly his cock became rock hard. LadyAngel released him but before he could catch a full breath, She spun with his cock still clutched tightly in one fist and slammed down on top of it.

  He howled as the slick, hot walls of Her pussy tightened around him. Expecting Her to move, he was stunned to silence when she sat perfectly still.

  "m..myLadyAngel?" he whispered softly.

  She never responded, nor did She acknowledge he'd even spoken. His mind was so entangled in the intensity that had preceded this moment, he couldn't think clearly. Gradually he felt the faint movement of Her inner walls moving around his throbbing shaft. He didn't even attempt to hold back the panting groans that spilled from his open mouth.

  She refused to do more than slowly milk his cock. Her punishment was to bring him to complete arousal, and keep him there until he begged for release. They both knew this would be the ultimate outcome of the evening. They both anticipated it, knowing it would bring them both intense pleasure.

  Locked inside Her pussy and helplessly locked into the chair, his cock began to respond to the vibrations shivering around it. The louder he moaned, the tighter his balls grew. He was lost in blind adoration for his Mistress, cum leaking from the pussy wrapped around it as She milked him completely dry.

  His body in knots, his whispers sounding strained and raspy. "please MistressLadyAngel, please forgive Your pet for making You cum."

  She used the arms of the chair to lift Herself slowly off his ultra-sensitive cock. Her pussy squeezing as tightly as possible, so tightly in fact that it literally lifted his ass off the chair. As the tip popped free of Her scalding core, he howled and slumped back against the chair. Barely conscious, he could only lay there gasping for breath.

  LadyAngel moved across the room to a closed door, opened it and stepped through. When She returned a few moments later, She held a warm damp cloth in one hand and used it to clean his cock. James sprawled limply, still bound to the chair. His eyes followed Her every movement, devotion replacing the heady lust from before.

  She looked up with a smile and murmured, "My good boy, I am pleased with you, pet."

  She released him from the cuffs and shackles. Exhausted, he struggled to stand upright before his Mistress.

  "i am utterly and completely devoted to you, my LadyAngel." he said.

  Her hand took his arm once again and they walked into the adjoining room where the oversized bed waited for them.

  The End.

  The Masked Ball

  The masked ball wasn't his kind of thing, but he had been talked into going by some friends of his, after weeks of cajoling, he had given in. The costume he had hired from a local shop made him look like an extra from some Jane Austen novel, long boots, tight britches and filly shirt with oversized cuffs. Looking at himself in the mirror, he put on the mask and t
hought to himself what a dick he looked! But hey ho, it might push some fair maiden's buttons!

  The taxi pulled up at the hotel entrance and after paying off the driver, he climbed the steps to the imposing building. As he entered the lobby, he was glad to see plenty of other people dressed in a similar fashion to him milling around and heading towards the function room.

  It was all very well done, the room had been decked out as it should be for the period, with a group of musicians at one end playing the kind of music he assumed was fitting. There seemed to be broadly an equal numbers of men & woman in the room, with a smattering of suitably dressed male & female servants mingling amongst the guests, distributing drinks & nibbles.

  The one thing that caught his eye about the female costumes was the abundance of bosoms on show. Looks like our ancestors had got one thing right about the dress code, he thought! Out of the corner of his eye he spotted someone waving at him and after a few seconds he recognised his friends, the masks were effective in disguising your features.

  The main part of the evening was spent mingling with them and some acquaintances of theirs, a few dances, which he wasn't too keen on, a few drinks and the occasional visit to the buffet table. After a couple of hours he was feeling a bit hot and decided to pop outside to the veranda for some fresh air.

  He closed the French doors behind him, sucking in a deep breath of cool air, before exhaling slowly.

  'It was getting a bit warm in there wasn't it?' a female voice remarked. He turned to his right and could just make out the shape of someone leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette, a few feet away.

  He walked towards the figure and responded, 'Sure was, don't think these outfits help!'

  She laughed, 'Your right can't wait to get out of mine!'

  As he got closer, he saw she was wearing a black evening dress with a scooped neckline, which showed off her magnificent bosom, a man could die happy in there he pondered. Long black silk gloves covered most of her arms and as his gaze dropped lower he could just make out her feet, she was wearing strappy sandals.