Mistress Wants To Whip me
Sitting in the last row at the movies, Maggie and I were making out
like bandits. She had my cock out and was stroking it lazily throughout
the flick. Every once in a while she’d give my balls a light squeeze.
The pre-cum on the head of my cock was approaching reservoir
Maggie leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Let’s go to your
place. I want to whip you.”
We didn’t incorporate FemDom as a complete lifestyle but Maggie
wanted more and more.
“Can we at least see how this thing finishes?” I asked.
She squeezed my cock and said, “No problem, sweetie. It’s just that
for every extra minute we’re here you’ll be in bondage an extra hour.”
I put my cock back in my pants and we walked up the aisle. Thankfully,
the darkness camouflaged my hard-on.
Maggie knows how much black turns me on. Tonight, she was
wearing a black leather mini dress, black spiked shoes, and stockings.
Inside the door back home, Maggie was quick to assert herself. “Take
everything off, slave. Right here.”
I obeyed, disrobing entirely, dropping my clothes on the floor, then just
“Get on your knees where you belong. You’re My slave and I insist on
the proper respect. Lower your eyes. Look at my feet. Kiss them.
Both of them. Show me you know enough to worship me in the way
you know I want.”
Mistress Maggie’s shoes and feet were my hot buttons, and she knew
it. I couldn’t get enough of them. My cock was right back up within
“You know I love whipping you, don’t you, slave? I love how it makes
me feel deep inside. Taking your power and making it my own gives
me a rush like nothing else can. Come along, slave. Let’s go into the
bedroom. Crawl on your hands and knees for me. Crawl to your
I followed her as she’d commanded, watching her gorgeous ass as it
rotated in the tight leather dress. Surprising me, she stopped in mid
“I know you were looking at it, slave. Kiss it. Kiss and lick the leather
of my ass. Adore it. Worship it.”
On all fours behind her, I leaned close to that beautiful ass and licked
the leather of both cheeks, kissing each, before she began walking
again toward the bedroom leaving me to hurry and scramble behind
I caught up just inside the bedroom door. Mistress Maggie had already
picked up the whip from the dresser table. “Put your forehead on the
floor and raise your ass in the air, slave. I’ve been looking forward to
this all night.”
And then she whipped me, in a sensual manner that wasn’t anything
like brutality. This was all sex. And the more she whipped, the more
I wanted to serve her. Mistress Maggie owned me.
Surprisingly, when she’d finished, she gently stroked my buttocks,
told me to rise, brushed away a tear in my eye, kissed me, and then
hurried to the front door.
“Check your e-mail in about an hour, slave,” she said as she closed
the door behind her.
An hour later, I went to my computer and found this message: “You did
very good. You are a good boy. Since you have been SO good, I’m
going to let you touch yourself. You may kneel on the floor and stroke
yourself, but do not reach fulfilment. Not yet. You must think of me as
you do this. Think of me standing over you and watching you to see
your excitement. Think of licking the black leather of my shoes over
and over as you stroke yourself. Ms. Maggie”
What could I do?
I dropped to my knees and stroked my cock in rapid movements,
thinking about Mistress Maggie and her black leather and her high
heeled shoes. I played with myself until I couldn’t stand it, then
stopped — for Her.