Yes Mistress

Yes, Mistress By Terri When Gene got home from work, Terri met him at the door and slammed it shut behind him. She was wearing a black leather corset and panties, and a pair of shiny thigh-high boots. She held a short riding crop in her hand. "Get on your knees," she ordered. "But my suit..." Gene stammered. "Down!" Terri shouted. Gene fell to his knees, his briefcase still clutched in his hand. Terri walked around him slowly, her stiletto heels clicking on the floor. "Good boy," she said. "Terri, I have to..." "Shhh," Terri said. She lifted his chin up with her hand so he was looking into her eyes. "You only have to do what I tell you to. Everything else will have to wait. Do you understand?" "Yes," Gene nodded. "Yes, what?" Terri said. She ran the tip of her finger along his face. "Yes, Mistress." Terri smiled. "Good boy. Get into the bedroom." Gene started to stand. "On your fucking knees, dog," Terri hissed. Leaving his briefcase behind him, Gene crawled down the hall to their bedroom. Terri walked behind him, smacking her palm with the riding crop. "Strip," Terri ordered him. Gene undressed self-consciously as Terri watched critically. "You've been working out, haven't you?" she smiled. "Yeah," Gene grinned. "I beg your pardon?" "Yes, Mistress." The grin disappeared from Gene's face. Terri smiled. "Good boy. Your ass looks nice and tight. I like that." Gene was standing before her, naked. His hard-on bobbed helplessly in the air. Terri ran her finger lightly over his straining cock. "Very nice. Would you like to touch your dick?" "Yes, Mistress." "Too bad," Terri said. She walked over to the bed and picked up a pair of leather underwear with a shiny metal circle hanging from the front. "We're going to put these on you." She dropped them into his open hands. Gene examined the underwear. It was a pair of brown leather bikini briefs, with an opening at the front for his cock and balls to show through. He shrugged and slipped them on. "Not quite right," Terri said. She slipped her riding crop through the metal circle that was dangling through his legs. "You need to put this on." She grabbed Gene by his cock and then pushed him back onto the bed. With gentle but firm hands, she unhooked the ring and then closed it around his cock and balls. The metal was cold against his hot skin. It held his organ tightly, holding his sack and his dick out, swollen and red. It wasn't painful, exactly; it was more like having a firm hand grasping and not letting go. A pearl of pre-cum dripped out of the head of his cock. "You like that?" Terri smiled. Gene didn't answer. His throbbing erection said it all. "Get up," Terri ordered. "Walk around. I want to see you." The outfit contained his motion, but his swollen prick still bobbed up and down as he walked. The cool air coaxed another drop of pre-cum from his dick. Gene felt Terri's eyes on him, and he proudly showed off his firm ass and pulsing dick to her. "My, my, aren't we vain?" Terri asked. She stripped off her panties and parted her legs. "Come over here and get on your knees," she said, pointing in front of her with the crop. Gene knelt obediently. "Put your hands behind your back and eat me," she ordered. Hooking his hands behind his back, Gene buried his face between her legs. Her pussy smelled like her juices and hot leather, and he inhaled deeply as he licked. It was hard to keep his balance, and to do all the work with his tongue, but he wanted to please her. "You love eating my cunt, don't you?" Terri asked. Her juices were dripping down Gene's chin as he lapped at her twat. "Lick my clit," she demanded. Gene licked her clit, strumming the tight little bud with the tip of his tongue. "You're a good little pussy-eater," Terri said. Her voice was shaking in time with her thighs. Gene licked faster and faster, her cream now flowing copiously, smeared on his cheeks, his nose, his lips, and his chin, running down his neck. With a shout, Terri finally came, pushing down on his shoulders with her hands. The riding crop clattered to the floor beside her as Gene thrust his tongue deep inside her hole, sucking at her juices. Terri pushed him away and sat on the bed. Her skin was flushed, and her tits were heaving over her corset. She appraised Gene, who was still kneeling, his fingers locked behind his back. His face glistened with her cunt juice, and his cock was even harder, straining through the cock ring, the head purple and bulging, pre-cum shining on the head. "Do you want to come? " Terri asked him disinterestedly. "Oh yes, Mistress, please," Gene begged. His biceps ached from being stretched back for so long. With a cold eye, Terri stared at his pulsing prick. "Stand up." Gene stood. Terri reached out and ran her finger lightly along his cock. Gene shuddered in pleasure. Terri snatched her hand back. "Alright," she said. "Jack your dick for me." With eager hands, Gene grasped his dick and pumped it. Terri fingered her cunt as she watched him. His balls were tight, his dick stiffer than she had ever seen it before. It wouldn't take long. Gene's hand flew along his prick, slick with his own pre-cum. Terri came again, jamming her fingers into her cunt as she threw her head back and moaned. With a shout, Gene came too, spurting his cum out onto the black leather of her corset. Terri wiped some of his jism on her fingers and licked it off. "You've been very good," she said. She reached over and unfastened the ring, freeing his softening dick. "Keep this up and I just might let you fuck me next time." "Yes, Mistress," Gene smiled. 8425 1.51/512345