1. I Love You, Mistress


    Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: BDSM, Lesbian Sex, Author: MouthyLips, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    controlled and yet passionate and hungry. She took me in a way I had never dreamed of, simply owning me. I don't know how long it all lasted, nor when we finally fell asl**p in the huge, soft bed, her holding me close in her arms, my head resting on her breast (Best. Pillow. Ever.). We woke up late the next morning. We lazily made love again before showering together. After an expensive-looking brunch, I gathered my things together. She led me to the door and I suddenly felt very embarrassed. I said &#034I, uh, I don't think you actually ever told me your name.&#034 &#034No, I didn't&#034 Standing at the door, I kept my eyes on my feet. &#034So I guess there's no chance of seeing you again...&#034 &#034Check your phone contacts.&#034 I did, and found the new entry of 'M.' &#034How did you...? When did...?&#034 &#034I'll call you.&#034 After that, she called me up every few days. Sometimes, her driver picked me up and took me to the same hotel, and sometimes I would have to drive myself. Over the first two months, we must have had sex on every surface in that suite. One day, she sent me the address of an apartment building and told me to meet her in the penthouse. The place she lived was even better than the hotel; every single thing in it looked like it was worth more than I made in a year. She even had a little sex dungeon next to her bedroom filled with all kinds of fun toys, not that the rest of the penthouse didn't see some of the action. Gradually, our play times got ...
    kinkier as we explored our boundaries and established our roles as Mistress and Pet. I've tried bondage and even some light S&M before, but when I was with her, it was something completely different. I offered myself to her fully, and she accepted me in a gentle (and often a really fun not-so-gentle) embrace. I never told anyone about her. I guess I liked having this secret, super-kinky sex life. Eventually, she began setting down rules. Rule #1: She was my Mistress and I was her Pet. I was to obey all orders that she gave me. Rule #2: When we met, I was never to wear clothes around her, unless told otherwise. This was when she gave me my collar, which was the only exception. And Rule #3: I was not to touch myself or to come without Mistress's permission. The first two were easy to follow. I wanted to please my mistress, and I knew she would never order me to do anything that I didn't, deep down, really want to do. I've also always liked being naked, and loved how her eyes would roam over my exposed, vulnerable body; it was a hungry look, like she longed to eat me up. The third rule was harder. Firstly, just knowing I wasn't allowed to masturbate made it forbidden fruit, and we all know how tempting that is. Second, in those times when the mind wanders, mine would frequently wander to her, which got me horny as hell, like a perverted Pavlovian response. When it was only a couple of days between our liaisons, I could usually control myself, but when it was longer, I had a lot ...
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