Welcome to Chapter 11 of my Dominatrix Series! If you haven’t read the previous chapters, I’d recommend starting back at Chapter 1. Today, we’re going to find out if James gets to orgasm again before he goes home.
~Jayden
Chapter 11:
After petting him for a while, I ask if he’s ready for another orgasm.
He whimpers a little. “Mistress, I’ve already cum so much,” he protests.
“Twice. You’ve cum twice.”
“But that’s a lot,” he whines.
I chuckle. “No, it’s not. Not for you.”
He whimpers some more, nuzzling my thigh.
“What’s wrong, pet?”
He shakes his head against my thigh.
I use my finger to make him look up at me. “Tell me.” It’s not a request. It’s a demand.
He takes a deep breath. “I can’t, Mistress.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because it’s not appropriate.”
“Pet,” I say, “I have seen you laying on this floor covered in my piss. Just tonight, I watched you suck a dildo after I fucked you with it. What in the world is there that you can’t tell me?”
He shakes his head. “I can’t, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
I shrug as though it doesn’t matter, but it does. I want to know what he wants to say. Is he in love with me? Shit. That would be bad. Or maybe he’s found someone else. Does he have another Mistress in Maine already? No, that seems impossible. My mind starts to spiral, and I just need him to go. “Well, that’s fine then, pet. If you don’t want to cum again tonight, you don’t have to. I’ll see you Wednesday.”
I stand up, wrapping the bathrobe tighter around me.
“Thank you for cleaning my bra for me, pet. I’ll see you soon.” I scritch him behind the ear again and step back, waiting for him to leave. I am sorely tempted to go hide in the bathroom, but that seems too cowardly.
He looks like he’s going to protest, but then he doesn’t. “Would you take my collar off, please, Mistress?”
I nod, and he steps close to me so I can undo the buckle. We do this every time he leaves, but this time, it feels different.
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
I nod again.
He goes to the door and puts his clothes on. “Thank you, Mistress,” he says, poking his head down the hallway, “I’ll see you on Wednesday.”
“Goodnight, pet,” I call back. He leaves, and I pull up the security footage on my phone to watch him leave. His head is down as he gets into his car and pulls out onto the road.
I take a deep breath and go pour myself a glass of wine. My play space is on the second floor above the garage, but the main house next door is my private residence. I am so bone tired I don’t even want to walk next door. But I am also so horny, I can’t stand it.
I take my time taking off my thigh-high boots and then slip out of my soaking wet panties, dropping the bathrobe on the floor next to the couch. I get out my favorite little vibrator, one that will stimulate my clit to a quick orgasm. I am just lying down on the couch when I hear the ding of my alert system. Someone is in the driveway. I’m not expecting any other clients tonight.
I pull up the security camera with one hand while I hold the vibrator onto my clit with the other. I see a familiar car parked in the driveway, and a familiar form get out of the car. In fact, as I’m watching, I see that James is back, and he’s waiting at the door.
J R Vincente 