PERFECT FOR HIS MISTRESS

PERFECT FOR HIS MISTRESS
Isabel’s eyes followed it and for a second she glared at him, he was about to disobey her order to not spew his jizz.

Cash’s breath was shaky, his body trembling between anticipation and restraint. 

Isabel’s gaze trailed down his form, her eyes dark with authority. He knew that look, the one that said; she saw everything, even what he tried to hide.

When he shifted ever so slightly, she caught it.

“Stay still,” she said softly, almost kindly, but it wasn’t a request.

Cash froze. His pulse beat so loud in his ears that it drowned everything else.

Isabel yanked him towards her by his hair, her presence overwhelming, her hostility deliberate. She tilted his chin up with two fingers, forcing him to look at her.

“You disobeyed me. I told you not to leak any cum without my permission,” she whispered, though her voice carried no anger, only quiet intrigue. “Do you know what this means?”

He swallowed hard. “Yes, Mistress.”

Her eyes softened, just a little, but the power behind them remained. “Then say it.”

“It means I need to learn,” he said, voice unsteady.

Her lips curved. “Good.” 

The next few moments unfolded in silence.

She swiftly took another cock ring from her drawer, grabbed his balls and secured them at the hilt with the restraint. Every touch as she worked was a reminder that control was hers to give, and hers to take away.

Cash tried to steady his breathing, trying not to tremble under the weight of her focus. His hole pulsated around the plug, and he tried to press his legs together.

The ever keen Isabel noticed him failing her small test of patience and stopped him with another spank “keep them open. Don’t count that”

“Yes mistress” his voice trembled.

“You look so good when I spank you.” Another spank 

“Three” he resumed counting.

“You’re doing so well for me” she spanked him again and as his hips jerked, his penis twitched around carelessly. 

“Four” he whimpered.

Isabel spread his ass cheek open, spit in his hole and pushed a finger inside.

“Ahhh, fuck… yes… that feels good mistress” he groaned when she pushed her whole finger inside of him.

“Puppy, do you love that?” His mistress asked when she wiggled her finger inside of his ass, and fingered his prostrate mercilessly.

“Yes ma’m” he cried. “yes… hmmmm… so good. It’s so good ma’m. Let me… please let me…” his cock was too hard, too excited and too tortured by the rings that he could not ejaculate despite the pleasure he was experiencing.

She pulled out her finger abruptly and spanked him again. “Count!”

He obeyed. Each number came out as a confession, a surrender, a vow.

“Five!” Cash cried, red bruises were scattered across his pale ass. “Ah! Thank you mistress”

Spank!

“Six…”

Spank!

“Mistress, I… seven” Cash was a mess at this point.

Spank!

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me”

“Don’t count that” Spank!

“I’m sorry ma’m” he rushed out “Eight”

Spank!”

“Nine…oh God”

An even hotter spank!

“Ten.."

By the time he reached ten, his voice was hoarse, but Isabel’s satisfaction was radiant.

Isabel took her hand away from his ass after a soft pat, and a shove to the bed. Cash fell on the sheet panting heavily. “Thank you… oh thank you Madam”

Isabel smiled, “Look at you…” pleased with herself for wrecking him completely. “All that defiance… is gone.”

But she wasn’t done with him… yet.

She held his legs and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed. Cash turned upwards and faced her with a gentle sex smile on his face.

“Hey puppy,” she called, breaking through the haze. “Do you trust me?” She kissed his toes, and he sighed with content.

“I trust you.” Cash lifted his eyes, meeting hers. There was no hesitation. 

“Completely” he said and she smiled, glad that she had finally gained the trust and permission of this slutty, bratty and seemingly difficult boy.

Something inside her softened, not weakness, but concern. She cared for him. 

Leaning in, she brushed her lips over his temple. “I like the sound of that.”

Isabel kissed his legs more softly this time and peppered kisses on his thighs, shin and ankles, “My pretty boy” she muttered.

The words carried more power than any command.

Next, she held his knees and spread his legs apart “Hold your ankles in the air for me” she commanded.

He obeyed, holding his legs wide open in the air with his hole, his balls, his cock, the cock rings and the butt plug open to her feasting eyes.

In a teasing move, she pulled the plug out and pushed it back with a soft pop “You take it so well puppy” she grinned at his pink hole. 

“You make me so wet” and still in a standing position, she grabbed his cock and pushed it into her warm and hungry cunt.

She held his legs open, and adjusted her devouring cunt to swallow his whole length in an Amazon position and Cash… completely lost it.

“Fucking Christ!”

“You are such a good little slut” Isabel praised, and when she saw his eyes rolling into the back of his head, she slapped him back to reality.

“Are you a good slut?!”

“Yes… mistress” he choked out.

She slapped him again. “Say you’re my nasty, little, obedient slut”

“I’m your nasty, little, obedient… slut” he groaned, finding something to tether him onto sanity before he was thrown into the abyss of ecstasy.

She lifted her cunt, and slammed in on his severely lubricated cock.

“Are you a good puppy?” Her cunt didn’t stop bouncing off his cock.”

“Yeeesss… yes, I am. Mistress”

She let one of his legs go, reached behind her, grabbed his balls and squeezed tight. Cash saw bolts of pleasure explode behind his eyes.

Seeing how sensitive his balls were and how weak it made him, Isabel fondled, stroked the sac and continued to fuck him, pushing his legs open everytime he tried to close them.

Cash whimpered, on the very edge of cumming but the cock rings on his dick and balls ruined it, every single time. 

“Please, mummy… I’m so close” a tear of pleasure escaped his eyes.

“You so hot when you moan” she tightened her grip on him, Cash bucked his hips and moaned louder.

Isabel chuckled and increased her pace, she was nearing her peak too.

“You’re driving me crazy, mistress. I want to cum…”

“Don’t cum yet; I have a special compliment for you.” She edged him.

Isabel guided him through the rest of the night; not through pain or pleasure alone, but through rhythm and restraint. 

She built him up and broke him down, each test unraveling him further, until there was nothing left between them but raw lust and the echos of shared pleasures.

“Mistress, please…”

“Wait for it…”

“Mistress…” Cash cried “I can’t take it any more.”

“You're such a needy puppy” she sighed softly, pleased at the ruin she did to him. “Look at you, desperate for my attention. Beg”

“I’m begging you… please just let me cum… I’ll do anything.”

“You're here to serve… nothing else… matters right now." She stuttered, overwhelmed with her own pleasure.

“Yes, please…”

“You're my toy; you exist to be used by me tonight."

“As you wish, Mistress”

“You’re doing so well for me” 

He nodded, unable to speak this time.

Then she leaned forward and kissed him , not daring to stop riding his cock for even a second. “Cum” she said.

That order made every neuron in Cash’s brain sizzle with excitement, his cock twitched mercilessly inside Isabel’s cunt, his moans were choked in his throat, and his balls swelled, defying the restraint of the cock ring.

“You’re about to make me cum puppy” she ground out, the movement of her hips became sloppy.

His own orgasm was pushing past his cock restraints.

“That’s it! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” She cried out at the same time Cash grunted and whimpered silently.

When she breathed out the remains of her orgasm, she hopped off his dick, fell on her knees and took his still cumming dick in her mouth, sucking off his seeds.

She let her boy’s toy out of her mouth, with a soft plop  “Good job puppy” she cooed softly as she stroked his cock, and milked every drop of his sperm.

“That was incredible” she praised him, while Cash panted and came down from his orgasm high. “You taste so delicious”

“Look at what you’ve done to me?” He sighed weakly. “No one has ever made me cum like you do” Cash’s breathing was shallow, but peaceful; the kind of calm that came only after total surrender.

He had given her his all tonight.

“Make sure it stays that way” Isabel climbed into bed and pulled him into her arms

“Mistress?” Cash’s eyes were heavy with exhaustion “Was I good?” He asked in a weak voice while his lashes fell and his eyes closed.

“Yes, baby” She stroked his hair and he smiled as he drifted off to sleep “You’re perfect for me”