Mistress Sade

“I want you to focus on my eyes.” I told her “Count my blinks.”

I blinked a few times, but she didn’t count.

“Focus” I whispered. I could see that she was more excited than nervous. Her hands were pawing at her knees and she could hardly sit still.

“One, two, three… four… five… six, seven… eight, nine… ten… ”

By the count of four she couldn’t look away. My voice swept over her like the caress of gently lapping waves. Slowly wearing down her defenses, washing away her will, her doubt. By ten she was truly helpless to resist me.

“You want to pee very badly, pet.”

The serene look on her face melted into a mosaic of embarrassment, urgency, and panic. Perfect.

“You can only pee after you’ve had an orgasm.”

“I can only pee after I have an orgasm.”

“You will tell me when you’re about to come, and only with my permission.”

“Only with your permission.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

I reached into a black velvet bag and pulled out a Hitachi Wand, holding it up before her eyes I told her “Only this vibrator can make you cum.”
Slowly unraveling the cord I drank in the sight of her. She sat stiff as a rail, perched on her knees with her thighs clenched tightly together. Her eyes were glued to the vibrator while her hands groped her creamy thighs, nails tearing at her stockings. I loved her dressed in silk stockings. Black. Smooth. Seamless. Her naked Venus mound framed perfectly by the garter of her meriwidow. I had her cut the cups out of it, allowing her breasts to spill over the black satin. This outfit was the perfect expression of our relationship- no matter how much clothing she put on she was always naked before me.

“Would you like to come?” I asked her, a wicked smile splitting my face.

“Yes, please Mistress!”

I reached behind my chair to pull an extension cord onto my lap, pausing to switch it on before plugging the vibrator in. I began to hand her the vibrator and paused, “What’s wrong pet?”

“I really need to pee, Mistress.” She was blushing bright as an apple and beginning to bounce and squirm, grinding her cunt against her calves in an attempt to distract herself.

“Go to the bathroom then.” I told her, pointing the way to the toilet on the other side of the room where toilet lay bound beneath an antique toilet chair, the bowl curving down into a perfect funnel. I had constructed the chair as such that when a slave was locked under it there was no way for them to turn their head or reject whatever came through the end. More than a few had choked at the torrents that had swirled their way down to them. I always found this surprising, but then their inability to use their tongue was why they were toilets and not pleasure slaves. Good help is so hard to find, especially when your toilet plunger is a stomach pump.

But I digress.

Pet’s eyes darted back and forth between toilet and the vibrator. She moved to stand once but quickly crumbled back onto her heels. “I can’t,” she cried, her eyes glued to the vibrator. “Mistress I have to pee so very badly. Can I please masturbate? It’s so terrible! I’ll burst!” I wretched her thighs apart and thrust her hand between her legs.

“Go ahead”

Despite being given the command to masturbate her eyes begged me for the vibrator. I could hear the soft clicking sounds as she grew wetter and wetter. Her cheeks flushed, eyelids fluttered, and lips parted as her tongue darted hungrily across them. “I can smell your sex.” Her face burned but her hand moved wildly. “You look ready to come.” I laughed at her as her posture changed from hungry determination to a whiny child. She dare not stop stroking herself least she be punished, but her shoulders slumped and tears began to well in her eyes.

“P-p-please” she begged me, eyeing the Hitachi with absolute desperation. “I-”

“You want this?”

I plugged it in and flipped the switch. Letting its low hum fill the room I slowly traced it over her nipples and dragged it down her chest and over her thighs.

“Take it.”

She tore it out of my hands and thrust it between her legs, a deep sigh escaping her lips as pleasure washed over her body.

“Not so fast” I said, switching off the power and laughing at her frustrated cry. I sat back in my chair, smug, and slowly raised my leg to caress along her cheek. It took an eternity to drag the length of my calf, ankle and then my toes across her lips. *bzzzzz* As the pleasure took hold once again her mouth hungrily sucked and nibbled at my foot, swallowing my toes as a cock. *bzzzz—–*

To be continued…