Wife Writer
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"Get into the tub" his Mistress ordered, as the slave at once obeyed without a moment's hesitation. She held his leash; unreeling it as he stepped in and had settled and then dropped Her end of it at Her feet. The very warm and gentle massaging action of the water felt soothing on his Domme tenderized ass cheeks, as he sunk down to his breastbone in the deep and spacious tub. He momentarily set aside his concerns about the leather strapped so tightly to his genitals, as his attention was drawn to yet another fascinating detail of the room.
An enormous aquarium spanned the jacuzzi to the left; built into the wall so that it ran flush with the surface of it. His eyes grew wider as the exquisite hues of the tropical fish glided passed him, as if runway models showing off all the rage color trends of the year. The background of the fishtank was that of medieval times; a castle with the drawbridge down and the fish swimming passed served as the three dimensional residents in the mote. The very impressed slave felt it was as breathtaking as the rest of the room and truly befitting his Domme.
Mistress saw the amazed look on the sub's face, and explained, "The large one that all the others seem to follow about is a Queen Angel fish. She is considered a "show" fish, and I was told by the one that gave her to Me that she is My counterpart in the underwater world. She was given to Me by My puppy slave as a gift of tribute."
It was no surprise to the submissive that Mistress would have royalty surrounding Her; right down to the finned friends in the built- in, massive glass tank before him. She was certainly a queen in Her castle – and more certainly a queen in his eyes. His queen. He wanted more than anything to become a permanent subject of Her Queendom.
His mind had gone adrift on this newest of fantasies, but only momentarily. He pulled himself back to the here and now; to the "here" of the whirlpool in his Domme's bathroom, and the "now" of the current lesson he was about to learn. His cock bobbed gently below the water's surface as he, and it, eagerly awaited his Mistress teacher to step into it.
With Her slave immersed in the jacuzzi and his eyes now riveted to Her every movement, the Dominatrix began to slowly undress; removing each piece of Her fetishwear provocatively, as She commenced to visually tease and tantalize the novice sub. She removed Her thigh high boots first; unzipping them in soooo very slow speed; raising his interest – and cock – immediately. The corset and fishnet stockings were the next to come off, leaving Mistress with just Her over the elbow length gloves and silver collar framing Her throat. Her property couldn't take his eyes away from the vision before him; his Mistress bathed in the flickering candles and starry night's light like a celestial Goddess; a Venus or an Aphrodite of an earthly dimension. But the imaged enjoyment would be short lived, for his vision was of a heavenly innocent. Contrarily, his fantasy Venus was a real life Domme and, of course, She had another image to project- Her image- and would do precisely that in but just a few short minutes.
She turned toward a dressing table and mirror, and lifting an ornate hairbrush, began to glide the bristles effortlessly through Her waist length hair. Mesmerized, he watched his Domme pull it all up to the top of Her head and catch it in a tight pony tail; the image in the mirror reflecting Her facial features all the more distinctly now. She continued to brush Her gathered hair, as his appreciative eyes descended and rested upon another arousing feature.
Her ass was curvy; starting from the small of Her waist, it wrapped around to Her slightly padded hips. The slave smiled and sighed softly as he spotted Her asscheeks' dimples; one on each cheek, and wondered how much slaves' cum had filled and overflowed them during scening. He was hoping he would find out for himself one day.
She turned around to him now; a devilish smile suddenly eclipsing Her face. The sub returned a somewhat nervous smile as he watched his Domme pick up Her end of his leash once more and walk across the room to the shelving unit. There, She reached down to open the cupboard beneath. That old question of "what if...?" visited his thoughts again, as She continued to search the contents of the cabinet; shuffling through things of ominous mystery to the submissive.
"What if all this so far was just a warm up? A warm up to something REALLY painful? What if She pulls something out of that cabinet that scares the shit out of Me at first sight? What the hell do I say then? – besides 'RED! RED!! CODE RED!!!'?" The frightened sub's imprisoned balls were throbbing now as if in sympathy to this new wave of fears.
Now, the wave rose to a tidal height, as Mistress closed the cupboard with the leash in one leather gloved hand - and Her newest toy in the other.
It was a strap- on dildo. A big, thick, black one.
And She was strapping it around Her waist as She headed toward the tub. And toward Her very nervous bitch boy.
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She sat on the ledge of the jacuzzi across from him, dangling Her legs in the warm and swirling water, Her huge black cock bobbing in Her lap as She gently kicked Her legs up and down within the gentle whirlpool. That same devilish smile returned to Her face, as She sweet and totally out of character requested, "Patrick, would you please pass Me My glass of brandy?"
The slave thought he heard wrong. Stunned; he presented Her with Her brandy glass and then nervously asked permission to speak. The confused sub was relieved when permission was granted, but still he felt hesitant with what he was about to ask. "Mistress, it is My honor to serve You anything; in any way. But..." his voice stammered, "But... but may I ask why You are calling me by my given name? Have I done something to disgrace myself tonight?"
Mistress did not reply; not, at least, to his mounting anxiety. She sipped on Her brandy; Her eyes studying Her afloat submissive before She finally said, "Bring yourself and your glass of brandy over here to Me. I want to serve it to you in My own very special way."
The slave obeyed; relieved to hear the tone of authority in Her voice return as he reached behind himself for the second glass of brandy. He really didn't know what next to expect, but did just as he was ordered. She had spread Her legs apart; reeling him in on his leash like an elated fisherman that's just caught 'the big one', as the submissive's sore ass glided across the floor of the whirlpool. He steadied the drink in his hand the best that he could as he now drifted right between his Domme's legs - and bounced off Her silicone manhood.
"Here, let Me take that from you." Taking the glass from his upheld hand, She rested the base of it on Her dildo as if it were a coaster and continued, "I see you have bumped into an old friend of Mine, slave." She laughed just then; looking first at Patrick and then down at the dildo. Her smile grew a bit wider; a bit more devilish as Her next planned lesson unfolded. He had no idea where this was going, but was oddly intrigued with the obvious lure. "But I need to introduce the two of you formally." She said almost primly; with mock concern for the rules governing proper etiquette. "I think you both should have a drink... together. I think that would be the perfect introduction"
With that last intentionally absurd remark, the cock wielding Mistress tilted the glass She held in Her one leather covered hand and carefully poured some of the purple liquid onto the dildo's long, thick shaft. At the same time, She pulled on the end of the leash with Her other hand and taking a firm hold at the nape of his neck, She drew his mouth down onto the bulbous head of Her cock. "Start licking, bitch!" She demanded, "And don't miss a drop! My brandy is too expensive to be wasted! And My cock needs My bitch boy's mouth and tongue to suck it clean!"
He immediately began lollipopping the rubber cock between Her legs; his tongue stretching to lap up the droplets of blackberry brandy as they dripped over the sides of the exaggerated girth of the shaft. He sucked at the cockhead; more to please Mistress, but still enjoying the decadency of the act himself. She continued to pour the liquor onto Her cock from his glass; occasionally thrusting much of its 9" bulk into Her seemingly very thirsty slave's mouth. He moaned now, but with a different sound to the moan than when he was in Her bedroom confined and gagged. These moans derived from pure erotic pleasure; as his tongue ran the course of Her dildo's thick shaft. She sat back on Her hands enjoying the show; occasionally sipping from Her own snifter of brandy. He took liberties now with his Mistress' cock; lifting it up with his hand; stroking it as if it were his own cock he was masturbating and licking and sucking the balls dry and liquor- free.
She watched Her new slave with approval, as his mouth fucked Her cock and licked up all the transposed content of the brandy glass from it. He continued to avidly kiss and suck and lick Her ebony cock long after the last of the liquor had been poured onto it; his oral talents obviously quite an attribute.
It had been some time since the jacuzzi had been filled; the water now cooled down substantially by the natural time lapse, and further still by the jets' whirling. The now tepid temperature was felt by the sub in more ways that one. The leather straps on his balls had reacted, too. They had begun to contract and tighten even more than the tension Mistress had used initially to restrict them. The submissive was beginning to feel real pain beneath the water and between his legs. His balls had begun to lose all feeling while further above, his shaft pounded from the strangulating grip, and the tip of his cockhead screamed for release on behalf of its other parts.
His Domme had felt the water's temperature drop too, and knew what was happening beneath the lukewarm surface to Her new property.
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