the floor had finally warmed from the fire in the fireplace. he had been lain there for an hour or so it seemed. In the other room She took Her time as always, She never hurried. Upon entering the cold cabin she'd ordered him to strip then lay in front of the fireplace, then She tied him. Ankle and wrist to the legs of the two couchs then lit the parcel of wood that awaited only a match's flame, went to the bedroom and bath beyond to change into something comfortable.."more appropriate" She had said. As the warmth crept across his body he waited. Finally the tapping of heels signaled Her approach.Clad in only perfume and boots..Her wonderful black boots..they shined all the way up past Her knee where they ended. Her beautiful black boots. She stopped by his head with one foot in front of the slightly turned other. Models called it a "five o'clock" pose..probably for the reason when standing that way it made a man forget work..and everything else for that matter. Her honeyed voice flowed over him, "and now for the whole of the weekend you..are now Mine, My pet". he shivered, who knew but Her what plans She had in store for him. The toe of Her boot an inch from his nose now, he knew what She wanted of him for the moment. he stretched then kissed the leather that was so shiny it reflected his face as his lips touched then parted as he kissed as She smiled. his tongue swirled, glistening the shiny leather until she pulled it away to be replaced by the other which promptly recieved the same care. "Very good, pet" She said, Her slender heel slipping past his lips and along his tongue then withdrew. Slowly she thrust into his mouth with the heel, as a strong Man would with His length into a willing woman's mouth, but he was not such and neither was She. Her power claimed him and his body to Her will. "such talent" She praised him as he swelled in hopes she would allow him to pleasure himself for her entertainment as She often did. it was the rare occasion that She Herself took pleasure by his length, most often it was his tongue She demanded. he remembered this as She withdrew Her slick heel from his mouth and trailed it down his neck. Feeling more weight as it scraped down his chest, he throbbed and pulsed as Her heel bumped his shaft then stroked up and down the sides of it. he moaned with desire as Her touch left his sensitive rod. A moan cut short for She had squatted over his mouth and lowered the moist folds of Her sex to it. "show what real talent you have now..." She demanded and he started to softly lick the outer edges of Her center as the scent of Her filled his breath, She gasped and sighed when his tongue thrust into Her and She pressed all of Her weight down. Craving Her juices he licked. Thrusting his tongue deep within Her, She sighed and ground Herself down. he dragged his tongue out and up, flicking Her clit. The sensation through Her pleasure nub sent lightening through Her as She yelped then cried out when he closed his lips around it and suckled steadily. Her thighs quivered along the sides of his face and he plunged his tongue back into the hot depths of his Mistress, finding the ridges of Her g-spot he pressed then rubbed causing Her to spasm. Then suddenly She grasped a handful of his hair and yanked upward hard as She flooded his mouth with her juices, screaming. Time for Her suspended as Her piercing wail trailed off when the world tilted, then righted. Spent, She fell back on him shaking with the aftershocks that thundered through Her body as sleep claimed Her. the softness of Her hair surrounded his lower body stirring his arousal, straining for a release caused him to arch up, again and again he thrust waking Her to anger. "how dare you!!!!" She raged. "hump My hair like some animal lower than what you should be??!!" With lightening fast moves She had released his wrists and ankles then had his wrists secured behind his back, jerking upward he got to his knees then was shoved forward. "what have you been told about gratifying yourself?" jerking his head back viciously by the handful of hair in Her grip."never, ever without Mistress' permission" he whimpered in guilt. Pain fired through his butt as a strap arced across it causing him to yelp," thank You Mistress!", "you're going to thank Me allright worm," She hissed and the strap fell five more times rapidly. he pressed against the rough floor with each strike, his yelps fading to gasps..the pain of the strap moving him against the floor, thrusting against it as he had Mistress' hair. the memory of it sparking in his body and he moaned taking 6 more lashes shivering, he spilled onto the floor convulsing and the strap paused. Mistress was now infuriated, he had still climaxed against Her will. She stood and used Her boot, shoving him back til his nose was above the puddle then pushed down. "well now, since that was so important to you.. you'll spend the night with it." then walked to the kitchen and drew a pan of water. he heard the sounds but wouldn't look up. Her steps resounded as She stormed back in, then a hissing, She had dowsed the fire. Slinging the pan aside, "that's where you'll sleep, perhaps by morning you'll remember just who you're supposed to provide pleasure for." Her steps faded then a slam as She resigned him to the lonely cold night in his puddle while She slept in the warm bedroom..in the soft bed. his tears fell and mixed with his cum as he softly sobbed himself to sleep already shivering in the dark....
to be continued