Mistress Maggie Wants To Whip me

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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

stood there.

“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.


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