Secret Domme – Chapter 9

Welcome to the conclusion of Secret Domme!! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! If you want to hear more from Kody and his Domme, let us know in the comments! ~Jayden


Chapter 9

“You want me to lick my cum out of your ass, Mistress?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm,” I said.

“But, Mistress, I haven’t… I don’t know…”

I stopped fucking him for a moment and leaned down, putting my hand on his throat, “You are going to fuck my ass until you cum, and then you are going to lick your cum out of my ass. And then you’re going to thank me for it. Understand, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his voice coming out choked with my hand on his throat.

“Good boy.”

I began to move on him again, letting his throat go. He thrust against me, and I felt his grip on my hips tightening as we went.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now bitch. Cum now.”

It wasn’t instantaneous, but it was close. I felt it so much better in my ass. It felt very full and very hot. I ground down onto his cock as he came, pumping his cock as long as I could.

“Good boy,” I said, and then I collapsed down on top of him.

He gently rubbed my back until his cock softened enough that it slipped out of me. “I’ll lick up my cum whenever you’re ready, Mistress.”

“Good boy,” I said. I rolled onto my stomach and pulled my lower body back so that my ass was slightly elevated. “Go right ahead,” I said.

He crawled between my legs and tentatively separated my ass cheeks. He buried his face between them then and tentatively licked me. His tongue was soft, wet, and warm, and the gentleness was sexy as hell. I was pretty sure this was the first time he had licked someone’s ass hole, and I was glad that I was his first.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “More. Harder.”

He licked harder, making sure he was as deep as he could get from that position.

“Good boy, yes, that’s it.”

He kept licking, flicking his tongue across my tight hole over and over again. It was sexy as hell. It felt amazing.

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He kept licking for a long time, and I could tell that he was getting into it. He wasn’t thinking so much about what he was doing and instead focused on the pleasure he was giving me.

“Good boy,” I said.

I felt like I was going to orgasm from it, but I knew I needed at least a little more stimulation for that. I slipped my fingers between my legs and rubbed. With his tongue against my ass and my fingers on my clit, another orgasm rose quickly. I bucked against Kody’s face until my orgasm subsided.

I sighed heavily. It had felt so good.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said as he crawled out from between my legs when I collapsed onto the bed.

“Good boy,” I said.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I had one more major plan for him before I sent him back to his wife, this time. I went over to the dresser and picked up my favorite toy. It was a metal cock cage with a tiny little silver lock. “You’re welcome, bitch,” I said, turning around with the cage in my hand. “I just want to put this on you, and then you are free to go back to your wife.” I think I mostly managed to keep the disdain out of my voice.

He hadn’t seen the cage yet, when he said, “Already, Mistress?”

I smiled. “Yes. I’m going to lock you up, and then you’re of no use at all to me. Your tiny cock is at least partially useful, but once I get you locked up, you will just be a waste.”

“Mistress?” he said when he saw the cage.

“Yes?”

“What are you going to do, Mistress?”

“I’m going to lock you up.”

“W-why, Mistress?”

I beckoned him forward with one finger, and he came toward me. “Because your cock is mine now. You don’t get to use it without my permission.”

“Mistress?” he moaned.

“What, bitch?”

His look was pleading.

“What?” I repeated.

He shook his head slowly, “Nothing, Mistress.”

“Let me see that tiny cock of yours,” I said, and he stood dutifully in front of me, waiting.

I slipped the cage over him, securing it so that his balls hung down from the ring and his cock was safely tucked away. I checked in with him to make sure it wasn’t rubbing anywhere it shouldn’t be, and then I clicked the lock into place.

“There,” I said. “Now you’re all set.”

“But, Mistress, are you going to keep me locked up for two whole weeks?”

I shrugged. “If you’re unlucky.”

I put the key in an envelope, sealed it, and signed the seal. “If there is an absolute emergency, here’s the key. But you’d be wise not to use it without permission unless you’re prepared for a world of pain and torment.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

“Now go on home to your wife, little bitch. Tell her what a good boy you were for your Mistress. And I’ll see you in two weeks.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said. “Thank you.” He turned away, hesitated, and then turned back, “What would happen if I asked for permission to take the cage off, Mistress?”

“Why would you want to do that?”

He hesitated again and then said, “What if my wife wants to have sex with me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “The whole reason your bitch ass is over here is because she wasn’t having sex with you to begin with. Why would she start now?”

He shrugged, looking down at his feet. “I guess you’re right, Mistress.”

“Besides, if she wants to get frisky with you, she can. Or you can do things to her. It’s only your cock I’m laying claim to right now.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You don’t really need that anyway, do you?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Good. Then I’ll see you in two weeks.”

I watched as he got dressed, feeling satisfied with the way I had used him. I was glad to be sending him back to his wife and that I wouldn’t have to deal with him. Though, there might have been a small part of me that was a little jealous of her. But as the quiet blanketed the room once he’d left, I realized that I was leading a very peaceful existence and that maybe this really was the best of both worlds for me.


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