Emblem

Anniversary

EarRing

A story based on a small scene we did. It can be hard to concentrate on Tori's pleasure when she's torturing me so much.

While his Mistress was in the bathroom, preparing herself for bed, the slave performed his last tasks; locking up downstairs, turning the lights off, making the house ready for the night. The chores complete he had a choice; await his lady in the bedroom or check his email until he was needed.

Naturally he chose the former, and decided to surprise his Mistress at the same time. It wasn't to be anything major, merely something he knew she would like.

Five minutes passed... ten minutes and he began to fidget and squirm a little. Finally the lady left the bathroom and entered the bedroom. A quick pause as she saw him kneeling there wearing the clover clamps, and then a happy smile grew on her face.
  "Ooh... nice."

She walked up to him and looked down into us upturned face then cuddled him in delight, burying his head into her breasts. A decision was made;
  "Get on the bed and lie on your back".

As the slave rose and turned, she realised why his hands were behind his back... he'd handcuffed them there.
  "Oh! That will be difficult. Nice... Hold!"

She spotted the key, retrieved it, released one wrist from the cuffs, then pulled his arms forward and recuffed them in front of him. Pulled him, twisted him and pushed him backwards so he fell on the bed.
  "Better."

The lady moved and sat on top of the slave, pulled the chain on the clamps, tickled a little, enjoying the feel of him squirming.
  "Decisions decisions... bed or sex... bed or sex..."

The slave smiled; he had been right, she did like his actions.

  "Sex," she decided.

The Mistress rose and ordered the slave to move so his head was on the pillows. She layed down next to him and pickup up her Hitachi, turned it on and began pressing it against herself, using the vibrations to arouse her body.

A look and nod of the head instructed the slave to roll over and start stimulating his owners nipples. With his hands still cuffed he could only reach one at a time, but by stretching his could play with one nipple with his hands and the other with his mouth. His world focused down to those areas, listening to his Mistresses moans and trying to work out what was pleasing her best. When he felt her arm move and slip under him to reach the chain hanging between his own nipples, he was not surprised. He know the end of this scene... his moans of agony were to merge with her moans of pleasure. He felt himself getting hard at the thought.

"Concentrate," he thought to himself. "Don't let anything stop you from continuing in your task."

The moans did come from his mouth as expected... and he didn't let that stop him from licking, suckling, squeezing, rubbing his Mistresses breasts. The moans squeezed out around the edges of his mouth, but his tongue continued to work. No stopping, no drawing back. Concentration on his job, his duty.

A harder pull elicited a gasp, a moan that combined in symphony with his Mistresses climactic moans as she fell back, limp, shuddering a little with aftershocks of her orgasm. The slave drew back slowly and lookup up into the serene face of his beloved and stretched himself out next to her, kissing her, happy.

  "I love you, pet."
  "I love you too, darling," he replied; his first words since she entered the room.

Lifting herself above him, the lady placed her mouth over his and kissed deeply... and carefully removed the clamps from his nipples, stealing the moans from the slaves mouth, treasuring his suffering.