Good boy...
Ever wanted to be in control? You just need a willing playmate, wanting to please in any way they can...
She could tell he was eager to please her since they arrived at the bar. Standing to pull out her chair when she approached. Ensuring the barman mixed her drink just so. Listening intently to her, and responding to questions in a considered manner. He was the perfect mix of innocence and willingness to comply.
He followed obediently when she announced their departure, taking her coat over his arm and following her to the elevator. Once inside, she pinned him against the mirrored wall, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. She ran her hand over his bicep, his forearm before tracing her fingertips to his groin. Pressing against his obvious arousal, she was pleased to feel that he had worn the restraint she had given him. She had chosen a soft silicone cage for him to try, fitting around his cock, as a way of prolonging his pleasure. And hers. As she pressed harder against him, he let out a quiet groan as she felt his straining cock twitch beneath her hand.
“Good boy!” she exclaimed quietly in his ear. “I am very pleased with you.”
“Thank you,” he replied, smiling at her.
“Let’s see just how much you can please me,” she grinned, winking at him before they left the elevator and headed to their room.
She closed the door as he hung her coat, before crossing the minibar to pour her a whisky. He glanced at her with a slightly panicked expression. She raised an eyebrow quizzically.
“Umm, there’s no ice,” he explained.
She stepped closer, taking the glass from him and cupping his face with her other hand.
“That’s ok, “she reassured him, kissing him softly before sitting in one of the armchairs. She watched him as she sipped her drink, standing nervously, awaiting instruction.
“Why don’t you make yourself more comfortable,” she suggested, “take off those clothes, let me see you.”
“Right. Yes,” he stuttered, sitting on the edge of the bed removing his shoes and socks. He glanced at her as he began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, enjoying her watching him but equally nervous about what may follow.
As he placed his shirt on the bed, she placed her glass on the table beside her.
“Come,” she instructed, pointing to the spot in front of her. He stood and walked toward her. She sat with her thighs crossed, her foot tapping in mid-air in mock impatience. Her short dress was stretched across her lap revealing the bare flesh of her thighs exposed above her boots, the neckline of the garment revealing enough of her cleavage that he could see mounds of her breasts being held by black lace. Her long hair was swept across one shoulder, revealing the tempting curve of her neck which he was desperate to taste. He must have paused in admiration for too long, as she cleared her throat and looked at him now with true impatience.
“I’m sorry,” he said, moving closer.
“Don’t be sorry, just do what I ask,” she replied sharply.
He felt his cheeks flush as he stood in front of her. He was sure her lips twitched in a slight smile before regaining their composure.
“Let me help,” she offered, uncrossing her legs and reaching out to the waistband of his trousers, running her fingertips across his abdomen making his muscles ripple. She released the clasp before slowly lowering the zipper. He couldn’t stop himself from twitching against her touch, his cock beginning to strain against the cage. She definitely smirked that time. Her hands found their way under the waistband and ran around to his arse, letting her nails drag against the fabric of his shorts before moving downward and pushing his trousers to the floor.
She sat back as he stepped out of them and put them on the bed, before returning to her. She sat forward in the chair, overtly appraising him. She took his hand in hers and brought it to her cheek, while her other hand slipped between his thighs and began running along his leg. She looked up at him and parted her lips slightly, his thumb running over her cheek and across her lower lip. She parted her lips further, allowing his thumb between them and letting the tip of her tongue swirl around his digit. As she closed her lips around him, never releasing his gaze, she moved her other hand to the top of his thighs, massaging his tightening balls with her fingers. His hips jolted forward, his cock straining hard against its restraint. She smiled around his thumb, which she now sucked on, swirling her tongue around it, before biting down gently.
He let out a low groan, his head falling back slightly.
“Look at me,” she instructed, bringing his attention back to her, her fingers still teasing his balls, her tongue licking her lips.
She leant back in the chair, hands tapping on the arms. She tilted her head to the side as if considering her next move. He knew he was flushed, his heart pounding out of his chest, perspiration beginning to show on his upper body.
“Kneel,” she said suddenly, nodding to him to obey.
As he lowered himself to the floor, she moved her hands to her waist and began unfastening the tie of her dress. Parting the fabric, she revealed her lace-clad breasts and that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. His eyes were drawn to the top of her thighs, noticing evidence of her arousal.
“Take my boots off,” she instructed, “they’re uncomfortable.”
His hands were immediately at the top of her boot. She watched as he carefully, slowly, lowered the zipper down the length of her leg to her foot, before gently removing her foot from it. He noticed her stretching her toes, and she marvelled as he took her foot in his hands and began massaging the sole.
“Mmmm, oh god boy,” she sighed, relaxing back as he rubbed the ball of her foot, each toe in turn then holding her heel in his hand, lowered his head to kiss the top of her foot. After gently resting her foot on his thigh, he worked the zip of the second boot along her leg. On removing it, he again massaged her foot, slowly manipulating each toe, sending shivers straight to her core, before gently kissing it and resting it on his other leg.
He knelt back on his heels, looking up at her expectantly. She leaned forward, placing her feet on the floor either side of him, her thighs spread revealing her swollen folds to him. He glanced between her legs, and she noticed his breath hitch as he did so. She saw him slowly suck in his lower lip before running his tongue over his top lip. She placed her forefinger under his chin and raised his head to look at her. She smiled knowingly.
“You want to taste me?” she asked.
“Mmm-hmm,” he murmured quietly.
She slapped her other hand on the arm of the chair and pressed her finger into his chin more firmly.
“I’m sorry? Is that how you answer me?” her voice sharp.
“No Ma’am,” he said more clearly, “yes please, I want to taste you.”
She nodded, “Better. Now, you need to earn that reward, don’t you, boy?”
“Yes Ma'am,” he replied, his chin still held by her fingertip.
She dropped her hand to her knee, before instructing him further. “Stand, and remove your shorts.” He rose a little unsteadily and manoeuvred the waistband of his shorts over his straining flesh, knowing the slightest friction against his cock would cause him to shudder. He allowed them to drop to the floor before stepping out of them. He glanced down to see his erection encased in straps of black silicone, and although the material was fairly soft, felt the restriction and growing discomfort.
“Hey!”
His head snapped up at the sound of her voice and the snap of her fingers. He met her stare and felt his cheeks flush.
She pointed at the ground in front of her chair and he knelt in front of her once more. She reached for his hands and brought them to rest on her thighs. She could feel him trembling slightly. She placed her fingertip to his lips and told him to close his eyes. He obeyed, his breath quickening. He felt her draw her finger down his chin, his throat, his chest. Lower, past his navel and through the soft hairs on his lower abdomen. She watched as his cock twitched slightly in its restraint and she sighed audibly.
“You are doing so well, boy,” she almost whispered.
He groaned as she ran her finger along his length, running it lightly across the head of his cock, catching the drops of pre-cum that had gathered. She gently wrapped her hand around him and squeezed, causing his hips to buck forward toward her and her hand to move along his flesh. She stilled her hand as he regained his control. She glanced up, his eyes remained closed, his lips parted, his breathing heavier.
She put a hand to his face, felt his cheek move into it.
“Ssshhh,” she soothed, “let me make you more comfortable. Would you like that?”
He nodded quickly, eyes still pressed closed.
“What do you say?” she prompted.
“Please, Ma’am, I’d like you to make me more comfortable,” his voice now huskier.
“Good boy,” she praised, moving both hands to his cock to release the fastening. As she removed the restraint, she moved one hand to his balls and began massaging them.
She heard him groan, and hips began moving in front of her, his cock now fully erect.
“Look at me,” she instructed. He opened his eyes and met her gaze; his pupils blown, his lips pressed together. His chest rose and fell heavily and rapidly.
She licked her lips and smiled.
Leaning back in the chair, she unclasped her bra, peeling back the lace to reveal her breasts. He noticed her nipples were hard as she traced them with her fingers.
“Now then,” she said softly, “I am going to let you relieve yourself, and then your reward for being such a good boy will be to taste me.” He watched her hands move to her thighs as she spoke, her fingertips running upward toward her lips, swollen and wet with arousal. She ran one finger between her folds, and she heard him whimper in anticipation.
“But,” she went on, “if you make a mess, you will have to clean it up. Do you understand?”
His eyes locked with hers, in recognition of what she was saying. He felt his cheeks flush once more as he nodded.
“So,” she asked, biting her lip, “do you want your reward?”
“Yes Ma’am, yes please,” he replied.
She chuckled quietly and relaxed back in the chair, watching the boy as he closed his fist around his own flesh. As his hand moved back and forth, she watched him watch her run one hand across her breasts, rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She noted the change of pace as he noticed her other hand between her spread thighs, circling her engorged clit, causing her hips to rotate slowly. He leaned forward, putting his free hand on the chair as he came closer and closer to climax. She reached forward and rested her palm under his balls before squeezing against his tight flesh. With that, his head fell forward and with a guttural groan he released, his breathing ragged, his hair now wet with perspiration. He felt completely bewildered and spent, both hands resting on the chair either side of her as his body came down from the high. He felt her hand coming to rest on his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin.
“Hey… Sssshhhh…” he heard her soothing tone. He slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head to meet her gaze.
She smiled softly at him, then looked down at her stomach. He followed her eyeline and saw that he had cum over her belly. He swallowed hard, and looked into her eyes.
“Clean it up, or no reward,” she instructed, no longer smiling.
Shuffling back slightly, he lowered his head to meet the soft skin of her abdomen. He pressed his tongue to her skin, trying to focus on the warmth of her body and to ignore the saltiness he tasted. He lapped his tongue against her, allowing his lips to form soft kisses against her flesh as he attempted to clean himself from her. Her hand had rested on the back of his head, her fingers tousling his hair, her nails gently running across his scalp. He moved lower across her stomach, desperate to please her but equally desperate to reach his reward. As his mouth met the soft hairs above her core, she grabbed his hair tightly and lifted his head from her. She looked down at her belly, inspecting his work. He looked up at her, awaiting her critique with his breath held.
“Well,” she said, before smiling broadly, “you have earned your reward. Lovely and clean. Such a good boy.”
“Thank you, Ma’am,” he replied eagerly, grinning back at her.
She released his hair from her grasp, and he was quickly between her thighs. Tentatively, he allowed his tongue to run between her inner folds, gently moving against her flesh. When he heard a moan escape her, he became more fervent in his movements, his tongue moving deeper into her cunt, then swirling the tip of his tongue around her sensitive clit. At that moment, her hand was back in his hair, gripping him closer to her, her hips moving against his mouth. His tongue found a rhythm, working against her, moving more quickly.
She grabbed one of his hands and brought it to her breast, massaging her flesh with his palm, pinching her nipple with his fingers. He brought his tongue back to her clit, she felt the tight coil within her reaching the brink. Moving her hips against him, she came quickly then, feeling his lips sucking against her flesh as her body shuddered. She pulled his head away from her as she rode the last wave of her orgasm, her body beginning to still, her head dropped back. He glanced up at her, watching her chest rise and fall, seeing the flutter of the pulse in her neck begin to slow.
He knelt back on his heels, hands on his lap, waiting for her to regain her composure. She brought herself upright in the chair, re-fastened her bra, re-tied her dress. She stood, picked up her unfinished whisky and walked to the bed. Pulling back the cover, she sat on its edge and patted the mattress next to her. He got himself off the floor on unsteady legs and joined her on the bed, sitting next to her. She pulled him closer and allowed him to rest his head in her lap, before pulling the cover over him.
As she sipped her whisky, she lazily ran her fingers through his hair and watched his eyes begin to close.
“Such a good boy.”
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