Welcome back to Chapter 8 of my Dominatrix Series! If you missed the previous chapters, you might want to start back at Chapter 1. Get ready for the bruising caning James is about to receive!
I swing the cane nice and hard for the first hit. It’s probably about the same as the first hit that was meant to shock him, but now it’s not shocking.
“One. Thank you, Mistress.”
He braces himself for the next hit. It comes harder.
“Two. Thank you, Mistress.”
I swing harder yet.
“Three. Thank you, Mistress. Four. Thank you, Mistress. Five. Thank you, Mistress.”
The fifth hit is so hard that I don’t know how he can stand it, but he still mutters the words. I switch sides so the bruises will be even.
“Six. Thank you, Mistress.”
I start back at a slightly lower hardness.
“Seven. Thank you, Mistress.”
Harder and harder, but I can tell he knows he’s almost done, and there’s a relief that comes with that.
“Eight. Thank you, Mistress. Nine. Thank you, Mistress. Ten. Thank you, Mistress.”
He breathes a huge sigh of relief. He thinks he’s done. But I have a secret. I was never planning to only give him ten hits. I am planning on eleven.
The last one takes him by surprise. He had been relaxed, but now he is tense, alert. “Mistress?”
“Sorry, pet,” I say, in a tone that tells him I’m not sorry at all, “I was so into it, I lost track.”
He knows it’s bullshit, but he also knows he shouldn’t call me on it. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Are you ready to come down from there, pet?”
I get the handcuff key and unlock him, letting him stretch out his sore limbs.
“On the floor, on all fours.”
He knows what’s coming now. I get the strap on out of the closet and put it on while he arranges a pillow on the floor for me to kneel on.
“You can have some cushions for yourself if you’d like, pet.”
“No, thank you, Mistress. I don’t want to make a mess of your cushions.”
“Do you think you’re going to be allowed to cum again, pet?”
“I don’t know, Ma’am, but even if I’m not, I imagine there will be a lot of precum. I’m sorry, Mistress. I can’t help it. I’m so turned on by you.”
I scritch him behind the ears again. “That’s okay, pet. I’m glad you’re turned on by your Mistress.”
He rubs his head against my thigh, and I know his eyes haven’t left the large dildo strapped to my body.
“Whenever you’re ready, pet. Suck my cock.”
Sometimes, when he’s being bad, I don’t even let him suck the dildo before I fuck his ass. Sometimes, when he’s really good, I let him put lubricant on it. But today, he is in between, so I’ll let him suck it, but I won’t use any lube.
He begins to suck on the dildo. His eyes meet mine, looking down at him. He makes a show of it, swirling his tongue around the tip. I wish that I could feel what his tongue was like on my clit instead of the tip of the fake cock bobbing in front of me. I can feel my cunt dripping at the thought. Fuck.
I know he can smell my arousal. He inhales deeply and moans softly. “I am ready whenever you are, Mistress.”
“I’m ready,” I say, and I pull the cock away from his face and wait as he gets down on all fours on the bare floor. I kneel on the cushion and slide the cock into his ass, pressing it deep. He moans, and he lowers his upper body to the floor.
“Oh god, thank you, Mistress.”
“Jerk off, pet,” I say.
“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and one of his hands slides underneath his body so he can stroke his cock, which I know is rock hard already.
I rake my nails down his ass cheeks when I pull back, and he screams. I can see his arm pumping faster.
“More, Mistress, please,” he whispers.
I thrust in deep, then pull back and spank his ass. I keep going like this, thrusting deep each time and scraping my nails down his ass or spanking him when I pull back. He moans loudly each time, and as I continue, his arm pumps faster and faster.
“May I cum, please, Mistress?”
“No,” I say.
He falters, his pace slowing and then stopping abruptly. “Mistress?” he whimpers.
“You may not cum, pet.”
He whimpers some more as I thrust into him a few more times, being extra hard on the scratches and slaps of his ass. “Mistress?” he whimpers again, and I smile, knowing that I am about to give him the best orgasm he’s had this month.
Thanks for reading Chapter 8! Come back for Chapter 9 next Friday, and don’t forget TMI Tuesday every week!