THE NEW PET{BDSM 3}

“Please Mistress, please touch me.”

If someone had told Josh a few weeks ago that he'd be saying these words on his birthday eve, he'd have called them all liars.

What had started as a stupid dare just a few days ago had led to him being on his knees, begging a woman to drill a vibrator into his ass to touch him, just a little, so he could cum.

“Now Joshua, I'm sure you can do better than that. I can't hear the desperation yet.”

She brushed the vibrator lightly against his prostate and he moaned and pushed back, temporarily forgetting the instructions she'd given him.

She pulled it out and smacked his already red and tender ass cheeks hard with her whip. She meant it to hurt, and it did. They'd been at this for slightly more than half an hour, and Josh felt he'd already reached his limit. And yet this night had uncovered parts of him he never knew existed.

Mistress Sabine slid the vibrator back into him with agonizing slowness. Then she leaned over him from behind, her other hand tracing circles over his nipples.

“Beg me like you mean it, Joshua.”

Josh closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation.

Her nails had replaced her fingertips, and on each turn she pressed them deeper into his skin, adding sensual thrills of pain to the heedy pleasure he was feeling. His knees threatened to give way.

“Please,” he said in a voice that trembled.

“Now that's more like it.” She took the vibrator out once more. “Turn over. On your back, palms downwards.”

Josh complied as quickly as he could.

“Watch me.”

Josh looked on, mesmerized as she slowly slid her panties off. She brought it to his face and pressed it against his nose, choking him with her musky scent, then she stuffed it into his mouth.

She straddled him, and then When Josh tried to lift his hips to meet her, she slapped a hand firmly on his stomach. It was hard enough to hurt.

“Don't move,” she said.

Josh closed his eyes and prepared to ride out the sweet, exquisite torture.

“You're not being a very good pet, Joshua. Keep your eyes on me, and don't you dare cum until I give you permission to.”

Josh drank in the sight of the woman above him, her dark skin gleaming, back arched, muscles taut as they held her body up, slowing her descent.

When the first inch of his cock slid into her warm wetness Josh thought he'd died and gone to heaven.

She was so tight, muscles rippling around him as he bit his lip to prevent the orgasm that was threatening to envelop him.

She took her time taking his whole length into herself, and by the time he was completely inside her, Josh was muttering prayers for strength.

“Tell me how it feels,” she commanded him.

“Like paradise,” he whispered, and she smiled and began to move.

Her brown eyes were hot, liquid amber as she moved on top of him, rolling her waist in ways he'd never known possible. Her walls contracted and released in rhythm, and despite his best efforts, he felt his orgasm building up again.

As if she knew and wanted to torture him, she rolled her hips even faster until he was gasping, and then she pulled herself off him.

“You're too close a pet, control yourself a little.” Then she took him back to her.

She leaned over him, then ran her nails in parallel lines down his body. She alternated the pressure at different points, sometimes pressing deep enough to nearly draw blood, other times just barely scraping the skin.

She pinched his nipples and twisted them, and Josh couldn't contain the rough moan that tore out of his throat.