by RoxAnne Fox
Unzipping my boots I set them aside, fucking a man in the ass can be hard in platforms, and walked back to Eric. There was a slight tremor to him as I touched the skin at his rear and that part of me that was being vengeful loved the serendipitous situation I was in.
“This is your last chance slave. Why do you need to be abused to get off?”
Deep inside me I knew the answer; I knew why he had to suffer for sex but I wasn’t sure if he knew, or if he did but didn’t want to voice it. In a moment I would know or he would run screaming from my realm, gone forever.
Eric was motionless, silent, and I knew the moment had arrived. Grabbing a larger paddle, one with holes for less resentence, I got ready to soften him for what was to come.
Chapter 4
Eric’s ass was starting to look raw and I wanted to stop before I broke the skin so I set the paddle down and grabbed the lube. During his paddling I teased the sore skin with the rubber cock, threatening to fuck him if he didn’t answer me.
“This is your last chance slave.” My lubed up hands found his crack and began rubbing the slick substance in and around his anus.
The only response that came was a quiet cry.
“You can still speak, right slave?”
“Yes Mistress.” He choked out.
“Good, than I know you can still save yourself and run away if need be.” The mocking tone was intentional, pushing him to pride up and leave.
He stayed silent.
While I was beating him something in me began to change and now, as I was ready to fuck my ex-husband’s ass, that change was coming to the fore. The vengeful relishing turned almost into a pity. He had fallen so low, all that pride, that vanity, was stripped away. Gone. The man on his knees before me was not the same man that raped me every day all those years ago. It didn’t mean I wasn’t going to continue. This was my job after all, one I was very good at, and part of me started to feel as though he needed it more than that vengeful side of me ever did. The Eric who saw his kids twice monthly still put on the dick-head show whenever he was around me, so whatever he was feeling could be unique, or the beginning to something new.
Taking a deep breath I started working the hole putting in one finger first, then another, stroking in a slow and calculated way. Once I got the third digit in I could feel the tremor build in Eric once more, but he never told me to stop. Spreading my fingers more and more as I drew them out I widened him a little at a time until I could fit the tip of the dildo in.
The pink rubber dick was about as wide as four of my fingers brought together but twice as long as them so I had to ease it in slowly. Eric’s body shook with sobs under my hands as I forced the fake cock in and drew it back out getting faster with each pass. My pussy twitched watching him below me; it was always an exhilarating feeling to fuck someone this way but somehow, the intimate nature I had with the man below me made it something more. Soon his sobs turned to grunts and I could see his fingers flexing and reaching for a purchase that wasn’t there on the rubber mat.
He seemed to be enjoying my pace, another shocker I had not expected, so it was time to amp it up. Digging my nails in the tender abused skin of his ass I quickened my movements to the point where I almost had trouble keeping rhythm. The sound of leather on flesh, the clanging hooks, mixed with Eric’s returned sobs and grunts and was like a beautiful tune in my ears.
The tingling at my pussy spread with each added slap of skin or noise from Eric and continued through my whole body. My rhythm finally faltered as I had to fight my own building orgasm. Trying to gain more control over my body I dug my nails in and focused on his ass under my hands—bright red and swollen, being filled with my thick rubber dick—but the trail of juices flowing down my leg was distracting beyond the point of no return.
Biting my lip, knowing I couldn’t cum before pushing him over the edge, a new sound flitted to my ears; Eric trying to speak. He started with the word “I”, repeating it each time I bottomed out. The word was faint, struggling through his choking cries, but it was there. Slowing down I swallowed back my desire and focused on my slave.
“Is there something you wish to say?” The words were slow, mimicking my new motion.
His breathing was heavy but he managed to speak—his head down facing the floor, hair disheveled and wet with sweat. “I deserve this.”
The words struck me, at my core and I had to hear him say the rest; to tell me why he deserved this treatment.
Pushing in I asked, “Why?”
In one breath Eric blurted, “Because of how I treated my wife.” His sobs this time were not brought on by me; I was motionless, feeling at peace from his admission. “I was awful to her, I don’t even have the dignity to look her in the face or say a kind thing to her now because of how much shame I feel. I deserve this, I deserve everything, and the fucked up thing is it’s the only way I can get off; the worse the treatment, the better.” He let out a short laugh. “So do to me as you wish, Mistress. I am your slave.”
Not sure what to say to his confession, words I wished to hear for so long, I pulled out of him and sat back to decide what to do next and saw his dick was still hard, having never faltered with all I put him through. As I observed him he didn’t move and seemed to wait for my command. Getting to my feet I unsnapped the harness and let it drop to the floor. Eric jumped when it hit but stayed in position, like a well trained slave. Going to his hands I unhooked them from the bar then went to his legs and unsnapped those as well before bringing him to his feet.
There was one piece of furniture that was unused in my chamber, except on very rare occasions, and that was my red silk draped bed. Still blindfolded with cuffs in place at wrists and ankles I guided Eric up on the platform and I turned him around to place his used rear upon soft bedding.
“Lie back and bring your arms above your head then scoot up until you touch the frame.”
Eric did as I asked without question, without hesitation. Spreading his arms wide I hooked them to the rings on the frame then did the same to his feet. The entire time Eric’s cock remained hard and the sight of it had my mouth watering once more.
After his second ankle was hooked in I stood up and was moved by the sight of him. His arms and legs spread wide, chest still baring marks from where I smacked his nipples were set nicely against the silken crimson surrounding him, but most spectacular was his cock. It was solid, with pre-cum already forming at its tip, and had a slight curve that was perfect for hitting that oh so sweet spot all women had. I would have never thought I would stand before Eric and feel the urge to be fucked by him again, but there I stood.
“What is about to happen is out of the ordinary, but because you were such a good slave and learned so very much in such a short time you will be rewarded with something not many of my slaves receive. In fact, you are the first to get this reward on the initial visit.” As I spoke to Eric I stripped off my dress and climbed on the California king bed next to him.
“And this,” I took his cock in my hands, “has never happened,” and put it in my mouth.
His moan matched mine because I had forgotten how good he could taste when he wasn’t forcing me. It was like when we were first dating. The only difference was that I had way more experience since then.
Pushing the length of him down my throat I eased passed my gag reflex and brought all of him in before pulling back out again. The sides of his dick grew harder, the veins becoming tantalizing paths my tongue wanted to explore, as I pushed and pulled his cock out of my mouth. My moans mixed with his and I began to fear he would cum before I could feel him in my pussy, stretching me as wide as I could take, so I pulled back and squeezed hard at the base.
“Uh, uh, uh. No cumming before I get what I want.” Reaching to the nightstand which held items that may be needed for the bed I grabbed a leather cock ring I could snap on nice and tight.
Letting go, his cock went back to hard instead of near bursting which allowed me to fit the leather band on snuggly before snap
ping it closed. “There, much better. Don’t you agree slave?”
“Yes Mistress.” It was hard to tell if his voice was stressed from the cock-ring or from his building need; from what I knew of him, I would guess the later.
Massaging his dick, still slick with my own saliva, I watched his body arch as he moaned; turning his head to the side, pressing it against the downy pillow. Bringing my lips back to him I flicked the tip with my tongue as I kept my eyes on his writhing figure. He reminded me of the women I had been with at the sex club, clutching for something, their heads shaking back and forth as though they were subconsciously saying “no” to their own lust while I fingered and licked their delicate pussies.
A deep moan left Eric as a tremor took his legs and I had to thank myself that I remembered the cock-ring in time. His dick was fully engorged and looked almost painful; the head purple and swollen and ready to please my cunt.
Straddling him I ran my pussy along his dick, sandwiching it between us. His cock was warm, full of the need to be released, and felt amazing against my clit. I couldn’t help but rub against all that satiny-hard flesh—a delicious contradiction—and gyrate my hips to grind my kernel against his head before bringing it down the length of him stuttering at every bump along his thick cock. As I molested his dick like it was a fat pussy I leaned over and began sucking on his hard nipples. Eric cried out at first then moaned as I went back and forth from nipple to nipple; all the while I still rubbed my pussy along his dick. When my climax built to where I could bare it no longer I stayed at the tip and ground against it until my orgasm released, leaving me bucking and moaning above him.
Eric’s chest was rising with each breath, showing he was just as affected my by dick molestation as I had been. Unable to withstand my own need, wanting that hard throbbing meat inside me, I extracted a rubber from the table and placed it over him. Holding his cock in my hand I positioned myself above it, ready to relish every inch.
Increment by increment I pushed down onto his rigged phallus. It had been such a long time since I had been with a man so large that it was almost like being stretched for the first time. A shudder ran through me as I felt him bottom out, crushing my cervix. The walls of my pussy twitched at the feeling of being widened; it was ready for more.
Pulling him out slowing I leaned forward, my arms on either side of him, and positioned his cock in me so I could rub that fat head on my G-spot. Rolling my hips in circles I stroked that inner spot over and again, occasionally bumping my clit against his lower stomach. Each time both connected a pulse would roll through me until my body felt alive with the need to cum.
Sitting up I increased my pace, but his length and my own desire made it hard to maintain rhythm. Eric’s lips twitched and it seemed he wanted to say something so I told him to speak as I rode his cock.
“Please, Mistress, release my hands. Please let me pleasure you.”
Eric had never asked to please me in any way, even when we were still in love, so there was no way I was going to deny that request. Pausing I reached back and unhooked his ankles then forward to undo his wrists. Once I did Eric pulled me to him and turned me on to my back. With his blindfold and shackles still in place he spread my legs and entered me. My pussy was ready so he didn’t hesitate; instead he pushed inside of me and started with the pace I ended on.
As Eric drove his cock into me with more force than I could muster while on top his right thumb found my clit and started making circles. My body quaked and shook as he held my right leg to him and stroked my core forcing climax after climax from me until an orgasm split my being in two and had me screaming and shaking, muttering intangible words as though I was having a turrets fit. It was all I had in me to pull myself together as Eric brought me to my knees. In a cloud of orgasmic bliss I still knew I was supposed to be the master and him the slave but the desire to be fucked seemed to have turned the tables.
Once on my knees Eric entered me again and my next orgasm hit me at once. Moaning and shivering I brought my hand to my clit, unable to control my need for more, my need to cum harder again and again. And cum I did. Over and over until warm liquid was gushing out of me and around Eric as he pounded through my convulsing pussy which was getting tighter with each pass.
Once I felt drunk with lust, seeing spots and blurs and not really hearing sounds anymore, I reached back and released the cock ring. Eric must not have expected the action because in two strokes he was falling over me shaking with his own release. In that moment I swear I heard him whisper “Lynnie” to my back and I was more than surprised he chose me to imagine while he fucked me, yet didn’t know it.
Epilogue
“Bye Mom!”
“Bye. You guys, be good okay. I’ll see you next week.” It was hard each time not to tear up when Eric surprised the kids.
That first session had really initiated a change in him, which was obvious right away when he called that night to see if he could have the kids more often. The months that had followed brought him into my chamber again and again as well as improved his attitude from day to day. It was a change I very happy to see. The fact I helped make that change, even if he didn’t know it, made it even more wonderful. An added bonus was that it helped me heal too and he was now one of only three clients I saw—the minimum to continue working at Grautönen—because I didn’t need it anymore; I only needed the money.
Eric jogged over from the massive RV; done with loading the kids’ stuff in. “Okay. So I’ll have them back by Thursday, unless they want to stop somewhere else. I do have the RV rented for an additional week, just in case.” His smile was light, like it was when we first met.
Giving his shoulder a squeeze I returned it. “It’s fine. Have fun. They are going to love the Grand Canyon. It’s a beautiful place. Oh, if you do decide to stay longer you could go to Moab, see the parks there too.”
“That isn’t such a bad idea.” His smile turned up at the corner.
“Come on dad, I want to stop and Micky-D’s before we get on the freeway.” Robbie, the oldest, looked impatient hanging out the passenger window.
Eric laughed. “Alright, I’m just saying goodbye to your mom.” He turned back to me. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”
“Yeah?” My curiosity was peeked.
“I’ve been building up the courage to tell you this for some time now, and with as good as things are going, I think this is the time.” His hands came to my shoulders as his eyes became intent. “I’m really, really sorry for how I treated you. It was wrong, you were more than I deserved and still are, and I’m not just saying that because you look amazing now. I mean it. I’m sorry.”
His hands fell away but the smile stayed and the sincerity I saw in his eyes during his apology was plain for anyone to see.
“Thank you for saying that, and for what you have been doing lately. The kids really love this extra time with you.”
“You know, you could come with us.”
His invite was unexpected; I had already declined when he had told me about his plan. “Eric, I.”
“Come on, it would be fun.” His smile this time was wide and full of mischief.
He had been trying the past month to get me to hang out with him and the kids, or even go on a date, but at every chance I shoot it down. It was nice that what he went through at my job helped him be a better person in real life but I wasn’t ready to repair a marriage that put me in that job in the first place. Ricki thought us getting back together was a romantic notion, having been told who Eric was after he left that first time and given the bracelet from Walter as an apology for not telling him sooner, I on the other hand wasn’t the romantic type.
“No, Eric. Thank you, but it would be best if I didn’t.”
He pursed his lips a moment before nodding, a look of disappointment about him, then leaned forward and gave me a small hug. Hugs were not taboo with us because they seemed to make the kids happy knowing were nice to one another.
Pulling back
he said, “Okay, as you wish,” then looked me in the eyes and added, “Mistress,” before walking away.
He got in the RV without another word and honked the horn as he pulled away; the sounds of our children yelling “bye mom” wafting to my ears while I stood in shock.
Lifting my hand I waved—feeling as though I looked like a deer in the headlights, I tried to shake away the icy feeling in me—when my phone vibrated. Drawing it out of my apron pocket I saw a text from Eric:
My blindfold slipped the first time I was in your chamber, when you were on top. The only reason I kept coming back was because it was you. I will do whatever it takes. I love you. I’m sorry. I deserve even more than what I get at your job and I understand why you work there. I’m sorry for that too. What do you want me to do?
Looking at the screen I blinked a few times not sure how to reply then it became obvious. He always knew it was me and that fact was what made him start trying harder with the kids, start being nicer to me, and work up to an apology that I would only now be able to except. It was the reason he was trying to date me as well. He wants Lynette and the Mistress to be one in the same.
Trying to think of what Mistress would say I replied to his text:
Do not text when driving. Delete any texts such as the one you sent. Do not talk about this. If you comply, we will see…
When I hit send a sensation rolled through me similar to how I felt when we first dated and I would see his name on the caller id. There wasn’t a reply back for some time, and I had to wonder if he changed his mind or was doing what he was told, but when one finally came it said:
Yes Mistress and thank you.
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