At home with his Mistress… first story of many!

The note on the door read, “Welcome to my home, come in, undress and wait.” He hadn’t seen her new place yet, and was, until that moment, expecting a quiet romantic dinner for two. She, obviously, had other plans in mind. He entered the front door, placed the bottle of wine he had brought to surprise her on the coffee table, and hung his jacket on a nearby hook. He called to her, but received no response and looked at the note again. “Okay, if that’s what she wants,” he thought to himself. He has learned not to disappoint her, he enjoys the fantasies they share…so, he undressed and waited patiently in the living room as instructed. After a few moments, she entered the room…she was draped in a black satan robe, the one he had given to her last Christmas. She approached his naked body, smiling, and touched his bare chest with his hands. “You smell wonderful,” he whispered. She leaned in to kiss him and responded, “You’re mine tonight.” With that, she pulled away from his embrace and stepped back to look at his nakedness. “Turn around, I want to inspect you.” He did as he was told. He felt embarrassed standing there before her, completely bare, but he loved the control she had over him. He felt her hands on his back, as they gently slid down to his ass. Her arms wrapped around his waist and moved to his shaft which was already beginning to grow with anticipation. “Oh no,” she whispered, “not yet…first, you must be prepared for the evening’s events.” She took his hand and lead him to the bathroom where she had the tub already filled with hot water. On the vanity she had several things laid out for him… shaving cream, a razor, and an enema package… “this is all for your preparation. Now, onto the floor, spread your ass for me,” she commanded. He hesitated a bit, but did as he was told. He knelt before her and reached to his ass. As he spread himself for her, he sensed her moving behind him. A cold peice of plastic was felt against him as she gently slid the enema applicator into his body…in and out, she teased him as his muscles clenched within his groin…he moaned quietly. He loves assplay, and he knows how it turns her on to have him in such a position, with such control over him. Then, she squeezed the flow of fluid into his ass…filling him with warmth. “Just relax,” she said, “hold it in for a few minutes, then use the toilet. When you’re done, I want you bathe and shave yourself. Dry off, and join me in the living room when you’re all finished.” With that, she left the room and closed the door behind her. He could feel the warm lotion in his body churning, his belly bloated, and he climbed to the toilet to relieve himself. Then, as instructed, he made his way to the bathtub. The water was hot, but soothing. He took his time making sure his body was clean for her. He reached for the razor and shaving cream and lathered himself. Stroking the cold cream over his shaft and onto his balls, he closed his eyes and sat back in the tub to enjoy the solitude. He fantasized about what was yet to come as he stroked his erection. He reached below and fondled his balls, imagining his hands to be hers. Suddenly, to his surprise, he was interrupted by her knock on the door. She entered the room, catching him in his embarrassment. She smiled at what she saw, “Don’t let me stop you, please continue!” She sat on the edge of the tub to watch… as he grasped tighter onto his shaft. He looked into her eyes as he stroked himself, cupping his balls, teasing his own asshole with his lathered hands. His strokes become faster, his breath deeper, and his back arched as he finally reached orgasm…the warm water around him washing the juice away from his body. Then, his body relaxed. “Nice,” she admired, “now back to shaving…don’t make me wait too long!” And she left again. Quickly, he shaved his cock and balls and joined her in the living room as she had instructed earlier. There she waited on the sofa, sipping a glass of wine. He moved to the couch to sit beside her, but she says, “No, your place is here” as she pointed to a pillow on the floor. He sat where she indicated and noticed a few toys laid out on the coffee table. “Okay,” she begins, “You are mine for the taking tonight. Agreed?” He nods. “Good. Now, some rules…” She reached to the coffee table to pick up a dog collar. “First, you are to wear this when you are here. It signifies that you are mine. From now on it will be hanging by the door. When you come in, you will immediately undress and put this on.” She attached it around his neck. “Second, you are to be prepared each time you come over. That includes an enema, a bath or shower, and whatever I choose for you to play with day.” With that, she reached to the table for a bottle of oil and a medium-sized piece plastic butt plug. “Turn around and get on your knees, present your ass to me.” Hesitantly, he did as he was told, he faced away from her, kneeling on the pillow, bent over. Then he reached behind him and stretched his ass open as he did in the bathroom. He felt the cold oil drip down the small of his back and between his ass cheeks. His scrotum tightened under him as the oil trickled down his inner thighs. He felt her hands on his hips as she leaned in closer…her warm breath against the skin on his ass. Then he felt her finger massaging him from behind, “Relax,” she whispered to him and with one quick movement of her hand, the plug was thrust deep into him. He gasped and his back arched… this pleased her. She caressed his hips, “Good. You took that well. Sit back again.” Gently, he moved back to the pillow, as he sat, he felt the plug slide even deeper into his groins. He rocked from one side to the next, with each movement, the plug shifted within him. He closed his eyes with pain and with pleasure. She smiled at each of his whimpers. “Now, please me,” she commanded. He opened his eyes to see that she had removed her robe. He reached to her legs and spreads them gently, his face inches from her pussy. He moved in to her, placing his lips against the sensitive skin within her lap, tickling her inner thighs with his beard. She moaned as he took her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Faster and harder… her breathing grew heavier and he knew she was about to cum. “Yes! That’s it!” she screamed as she reached her orgasm. Her back arched, her body trembled, and she pushed his face away. Their eyes met, his beard glistened with juice from her pussy… he climbed to the couch and kissed her passionately. She could taste herself on him. She smelled her own sweetness on his face. They collapsed together, in each other’s arms. After a moment, she laughs, “Now, how about cooking me dinner, Slave?”
Stay tuned….

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  1. creameater

    very nice

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  2. creameater

    love the story, having a woman dominate me, abusing my ass, and getting to eat pussy, always an every day fantasy.

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  3. dungeonmaster

    excellent…it got me hard!

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