11-19-2025, 09:57 PM
After running around like a lunatic all day, I needed something special. And here he was, sitting submissively at my feet, waiting for me to give him instructions. The metal links of the leash slide easily through my fingers as I contemplate how to torment him. In a good way, of course. I give a little tug. The leash is hooked to a thick black collar with silver hardware. He looks glorious in it and nothing else.
My day job consists of chasing down executives and reminding them about meetings, appointments, and special occasions. And when someone came back after being out of town, it made things twice as difficult on me because they are a thousand times needier. It’s as though they need to make up for the time they were gone. Communications go awry and I’m the first one to deal with the fallout.
He sits as I push away the day’s stressors. Using the metal links as a form of meditation helps me to become more present. Using the leash, I pull him close as I move forward and shove my tongue between his waiting lips. The kiss he returns is full of lust. The way he swipes his tongue along my bottom lip as I pull away tells me he wants to help.
“My Lady, shall I rub your feet?” He’s eager to please, eager to help me move on and get going with our BDSM play session. He always calls me Lady instead of Mistress. While in some ways I find it antiquated, I also find it endearing. Certain parts of me sing when he says, My Lady. His voice fills the words with meaning I can’t deny.
And yet, my urge is to deny him. I lean back and part my legs, baring myself to him. Caressing myself with a light touch, I shove one foot in his direction. “Yes, you may.”
The delicious feel of his fingers delving into the sore and tired musculature of my feet sends happy tingles all the way up my legs. His hands are always warm and today is no different. The heat from his body melts the tension away. I want to let him continue up my leg, but instead, I make him switch to my other foot.
Before long, both feet feel as though I hadn’t been wearing heels for hours on end. I continue to play with the leash. The links are almost like rosary beads to me. I lose myself in the feel of the hard metal as it slides between my finger and thumb.
I use my right foot to play with my submissive’s balls. He squirms for a moment, causing them to sway. I can’t help but laugh. I continue to tease him. He’s starting to get hard. I enjoy watching his erection grow and soften over and over when we play. Edging is very high on the list of items we concentrate on, but I love it when I let him come the most.
His pleasure, his climax, is mine. When I watch how his eyes roll back right before the lids close, the way his mouth gapes open if I haven’t put a ball gag into it, the sounds that erupt from his throat, it is the best feeling in the world.
And then the taste of him on my tongue. Salty, tangy. His taste. I snap back into the present. The room smells like sex. I can see pre-ejaculate steadily seeping from the head of his uncut cock. Licking my lips, I pull my foot from his grasp.
“Come, boy.” Rising I head to the bedroom. I need to finish removing the shackles I feel from my day and decide a quick shower will help. He follows leash dragging along the floor behind him, making noise against the tile when he enters the bathroom. I turn the water on and turn back to my boy.
“Strip me.” His fingers are nimble as they undo my pants and lower them. I lift each foot so he can fold them and lay them neatly in the hamper. He returns to unbutton my blouse, which is hung on the back of the door. He’s used to this routine and the stress melts from his shoulders during the process. A smile lights upon his lips, eyes spark as he removes my clothing. Inside, a warmth engulfs me. His happiness is my happiness.
He reaches around me to unclasp my bra, his thumbs graze my skin as he removes it. I can’t hide the shiver, but I don’t mind. I won’t reprimand him, not just yet. He slides them down my sides, hooking my panties, then brings them down. Taking the undergarments, he puts them in their proper place as well. “Good boy.”
I step into the shower, followed by him. He takes the removable showerhead and begins to wet down my hair, my body. I grip the towel bar and spread my legs wide. Like a good submissive taking care of his Mistress, he sprays my pussy with the water. The pressure is more soothing than rough and I rock my hips back and forth. After a few moments, he goes back to my hair again.
A little disappointed moan leaves me until he hangs the showerhead back up and digs his fingers into my scalp, working in a little shampoo. The groan turns into a blissful moan. And then that’s gone as well until he works the conditioner into my hair. While that soaks in, he washes my back and buttocks, my legs and feet. I turn and he repeats the process on my breasts and stomach. He pays particular attention to my pussy and I watch his cock harden all over again.
After a teasing touch and squeeze, I turn so he can rinse my hair. When that’s complete, he turns the water off and I follow him out of the shower. Before he can grab the towel off the rod, I take his leash and give a little pull. “On your knees.”
“Yes, my Lady.” He looks up at me as he lowers to his knees, adoration in his upturned lips. Water drops work their way down my skin, glittering in the bathroom lights. Instead of allowing him to lick me as he thought, I held up on the leash.
An inch away, lips parted, I can feel the heat of his breath on my sensitive skin. His eyes watch my fingers as I touch my collarbone, slide them down between my breasts. I circle my belly button once, twice, his eyes following every movement. Delving my fingers between my legs, I stroke my outer lips.
He licks his lips, anticipation showing in the way his eyes focus intently on my fingers. I part my legs and slide my fingers through the centre of my lips, pausing long enough to part them and give him a good look.
“Lick.” I place my foot on the edge of the tub and spread my hips open. He moves forward and takes a deep breath. A little groan of happiness is heard as he slips his tongue between my legs and flattens it against me. I hold back my own sound of pleasure. I want him to work for it.
The way his tongue laps at me, the way he twists it against my folds makes me want to grab him by the hair and shove him deeper, but I hold myself still. With every touch, my nerves light up. I take a deep breath in slow and hold it. Tightening my Kegel muscles in time with his licks gets me right up to the edge.
Instead of pulling him in closer, I push him back. “Enough. Let’s pick out something for me to wear.” I point out the door, a slight pout on his beautiful lips. When he turns, I smack him once hard on each cheek.
“Thank you, My Lady. May I have two more, please?” He sticks his ass out towards me and I smack him four more times, hard enough to leave his cheeks burning a little. He moves quickly into the next room, picking out my outfit. It’s the one thing I give him control over.
He dresses me in thigh highs black as night. Silky against my soft skin. Tall black heels grace my feet, but much more fun than the ones I wear during the day. A little lace around my waist and garters to sexy things up. He takes a few moments to put a sparkly necklace around my neck, braid my hair and use a matching clip, then kneels before me.
I revel in the way his cock bounces with his eager need to please me. Laying back on a chaise, I take the time to please myself. Fingers gliding in and out of my pussy, wiggling just right. My nipples stand out hard and I watch his eyes stare at my breasts. I pull my fingers out and brush them against his lips.
As he opens his mouth to taste my sticky fingers, I slide them in and out of his mouth. “Clean them off well.” He sucks on them, uses his tongue to swipe across them, and cleans off my fingers way more than they require.
Watching him suck on my fingers ramps up my desire. I pull the leash close to lead him and have him suck my breast. The sounds of his tongue as he lathers my nipple and sucks it into his mouth almost makes me climax.
I push him back and he sits back on his heels again like a good submissive. Reaching over, I pull my toy out of its secret spot. When he sees it, his face falls a little, but I know he’ll enjoy watching. “Stroke yourself, but do not orgasm.”
“As you wish, My Lady.” His hand glides up and down, the head of his cock teasing me as he grows again. I almost feel bad about how many times he’s gone up and down tonight, but I make a note in the back of my mind to repay him for his troubles. In a day or three.
I turn the toy on and tease myself with it. Even though I’m ready to explode, it is just that, a tease. It’s on a low setting and the vibration is barely there, but it’s exactly what I need. It’s enough to torment my submissive, which is what I want.
Using the toy, I tease my nipples and glide it down my belly. His eyes follow it like he followed my fingers earlier. Lust clearly prominent in his gaze. His cheeks are flushed and the room fills with the scent of our bodies heightened desire again. I lay back and press the toy against my clit after turning it up.
Instead of holding it in, I moan a little loud. I let my eyes roll back. I want him watching while I pleasure myself. He pants and his cheeks flush a little more. I lick my lips and lean forward, proffering the toy. “Suck it.”
He wraps his lips around it like a professional and cleans the toy off. I pull it from his lips with a little pop and go back to teasing myself with it. The need on his face is too much, so I use the leash to pull him close. Setting the toy aside, I open myself to him again. This time, I do grab him by the hair and shove him between my thighs.
Without the need for instruction, he starts sucking on my labia, then wiggles his tongue against my clit. I squirm against him and press myself into the chaise. The way he sucks on me gets me close to climax again. I want to push him away, but I wait. He laps up the juices from my pussy with long, slow licks. When he grabs my thigh and really digs into me, I push him away.
“Naughty, boy.” Laying back, I use my fingers to work myself into a frenzy. He watches, knowing my climax will not be his to claim tonight. With the right finger wiggle, a gentle touch to my clit, I’m writhing and then climaxing. My entire body tightens and then I feel like a pint of ice cream left out a little too long. Soft and pliable. Free and relaxed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I glance down at my submissive, cock in hand, still hard and ready to go. With a smile, I stand and start walking away.
“Yes, My Lady.” He looks sad that he won’t be getting to orgasm, but he also has a glint in his eye telling me he’s going to put me through hell at the office again tomorrow, just like he did today. I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me so that I can reap the benefits when we return home.
My day job consists of chasing down executives and reminding them about meetings, appointments, and special occasions. And when someone came back after being out of town, it made things twice as difficult on me because they are a thousand times needier. It’s as though they need to make up for the time they were gone. Communications go awry and I’m the first one to deal with the fallout.
He sits as I push away the day’s stressors. Using the metal links as a form of meditation helps me to become more present. Using the leash, I pull him close as I move forward and shove my tongue between his waiting lips. The kiss he returns is full of lust. The way he swipes his tongue along my bottom lip as I pull away tells me he wants to help.
“My Lady, shall I rub your feet?” He’s eager to please, eager to help me move on and get going with our BDSM play session. He always calls me Lady instead of Mistress. While in some ways I find it antiquated, I also find it endearing. Certain parts of me sing when he says, My Lady. His voice fills the words with meaning I can’t deny.
And yet, my urge is to deny him. I lean back and part my legs, baring myself to him. Caressing myself with a light touch, I shove one foot in his direction. “Yes, you may.”
The delicious feel of his fingers delving into the sore and tired musculature of my feet sends happy tingles all the way up my legs. His hands are always warm and today is no different. The heat from his body melts the tension away. I want to let him continue up my leg, but instead, I make him switch to my other foot.
Before long, both feet feel as though I hadn’t been wearing heels for hours on end. I continue to play with the leash. The links are almost like rosary beads to me. I lose myself in the feel of the hard metal as it slides between my finger and thumb.
I use my right foot to play with my submissive’s balls. He squirms for a moment, causing them to sway. I can’t help but laugh. I continue to tease him. He’s starting to get hard. I enjoy watching his erection grow and soften over and over when we play. Edging is very high on the list of items we concentrate on, but I love it when I let him come the most.
His pleasure, his climax, is mine. When I watch how his eyes roll back right before the lids close, the way his mouth gapes open if I haven’t put a ball gag into it, the sounds that erupt from his throat, it is the best feeling in the world.
And then the taste of him on my tongue. Salty, tangy. His taste. I snap back into the present. The room smells like sex. I can see pre-ejaculate steadily seeping from the head of his uncut cock. Licking my lips, I pull my foot from his grasp.
“Come, boy.” Rising I head to the bedroom. I need to finish removing the shackles I feel from my day and decide a quick shower will help. He follows leash dragging along the floor behind him, making noise against the tile when he enters the bathroom. I turn the water on and turn back to my boy.
“Strip me.” His fingers are nimble as they undo my pants and lower them. I lift each foot so he can fold them and lay them neatly in the hamper. He returns to unbutton my blouse, which is hung on the back of the door. He’s used to this routine and the stress melts from his shoulders during the process. A smile lights upon his lips, eyes spark as he removes my clothing. Inside, a warmth engulfs me. His happiness is my happiness.
He reaches around me to unclasp my bra, his thumbs graze my skin as he removes it. I can’t hide the shiver, but I don’t mind. I won’t reprimand him, not just yet. He slides them down my sides, hooking my panties, then brings them down. Taking the undergarments, he puts them in their proper place as well. “Good boy.”
I step into the shower, followed by him. He takes the removable showerhead and begins to wet down my hair, my body. I grip the towel bar and spread my legs wide. Like a good submissive taking care of his Mistress, he sprays my pussy with the water. The pressure is more soothing than rough and I rock my hips back and forth. After a few moments, he goes back to my hair again.
A little disappointed moan leaves me until he hangs the showerhead back up and digs his fingers into my scalp, working in a little shampoo. The groan turns into a blissful moan. And then that’s gone as well until he works the conditioner into my hair. While that soaks in, he washes my back and buttocks, my legs and feet. I turn and he repeats the process on my breasts and stomach. He pays particular attention to my pussy and I watch his cock harden all over again.
After a teasing touch and squeeze, I turn so he can rinse my hair. When that’s complete, he turns the water off and I follow him out of the shower. Before he can grab the towel off the rod, I take his leash and give a little pull. “On your knees.”
“Yes, my Lady.” He looks up at me as he lowers to his knees, adoration in his upturned lips. Water drops work their way down my skin, glittering in the bathroom lights. Instead of allowing him to lick me as he thought, I held up on the leash.
An inch away, lips parted, I can feel the heat of his breath on my sensitive skin. His eyes watch my fingers as I touch my collarbone, slide them down between my breasts. I circle my belly button once, twice, his eyes following every movement. Delving my fingers between my legs, I stroke my outer lips.
He licks his lips, anticipation showing in the way his eyes focus intently on my fingers. I part my legs and slide my fingers through the centre of my lips, pausing long enough to part them and give him a good look.
“Lick.” I place my foot on the edge of the tub and spread my hips open. He moves forward and takes a deep breath. A little groan of happiness is heard as he slips his tongue between my legs and flattens it against me. I hold back my own sound of pleasure. I want him to work for it.
The way his tongue laps at me, the way he twists it against my folds makes me want to grab him by the hair and shove him deeper, but I hold myself still. With every touch, my nerves light up. I take a deep breath in slow and hold it. Tightening my Kegel muscles in time with his licks gets me right up to the edge.
Instead of pulling him in closer, I push him back. “Enough. Let’s pick out something for me to wear.” I point out the door, a slight pout on his beautiful lips. When he turns, I smack him once hard on each cheek.
“Thank you, My Lady. May I have two more, please?” He sticks his ass out towards me and I smack him four more times, hard enough to leave his cheeks burning a little. He moves quickly into the next room, picking out my outfit. It’s the one thing I give him control over.
He dresses me in thigh highs black as night. Silky against my soft skin. Tall black heels grace my feet, but much more fun than the ones I wear during the day. A little lace around my waist and garters to sexy things up. He takes a few moments to put a sparkly necklace around my neck, braid my hair and use a matching clip, then kneels before me.
I revel in the way his cock bounces with his eager need to please me. Laying back on a chaise, I take the time to please myself. Fingers gliding in and out of my pussy, wiggling just right. My nipples stand out hard and I watch his eyes stare at my breasts. I pull my fingers out and brush them against his lips.
As he opens his mouth to taste my sticky fingers, I slide them in and out of his mouth. “Clean them off well.” He sucks on them, uses his tongue to swipe across them, and cleans off my fingers way more than they require.
Watching him suck on my fingers ramps up my desire. I pull the leash close to lead him and have him suck my breast. The sounds of his tongue as he lathers my nipple and sucks it into his mouth almost makes me climax.
I push him back and he sits back on his heels again like a good submissive. Reaching over, I pull my toy out of its secret spot. When he sees it, his face falls a little, but I know he’ll enjoy watching. “Stroke yourself, but do not orgasm.”
“As you wish, My Lady.” His hand glides up and down, the head of his cock teasing me as he grows again. I almost feel bad about how many times he’s gone up and down tonight, but I make a note in the back of my mind to repay him for his troubles. In a day or three.
I turn the toy on and tease myself with it. Even though I’m ready to explode, it is just that, a tease. It’s on a low setting and the vibration is barely there, but it’s exactly what I need. It’s enough to torment my submissive, which is what I want.
Using the toy, I tease my nipples and glide it down my belly. His eyes follow it like he followed my fingers earlier. Lust clearly prominent in his gaze. His cheeks are flushed and the room fills with the scent of our bodies heightened desire again. I lay back and press the toy against my clit after turning it up.
Instead of holding it in, I moan a little loud. I let my eyes roll back. I want him watching while I pleasure myself. He pants and his cheeks flush a little more. I lick my lips and lean forward, proffering the toy. “Suck it.”
He wraps his lips around it like a professional and cleans the toy off. I pull it from his lips with a little pop and go back to teasing myself with it. The need on his face is too much, so I use the leash to pull him close. Setting the toy aside, I open myself to him again. This time, I do grab him by the hair and shove him between my thighs.
Without the need for instruction, he starts sucking on my labia, then wiggles his tongue against my clit. I squirm against him and press myself into the chaise. The way he sucks on me gets me close to climax again. I want to push him away, but I wait. He laps up the juices from my pussy with long, slow licks. When he grabs my thigh and really digs into me, I push him away.
“Naughty, boy.” Laying back, I use my fingers to work myself into a frenzy. He watches, knowing my climax will not be his to claim tonight. With the right finger wiggle, a gentle touch to my clit, I’m writhing and then climaxing. My entire body tightens and then I feel like a pint of ice cream left out a little too long. Soft and pliable. Free and relaxed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I glance down at my submissive, cock in hand, still hard and ready to go. With a smile, I stand and start walking away.
“Yes, My Lady.” He looks sad that he won’t be getting to orgasm, but he also has a glint in his eye telling me he’s going to put me through hell at the office again tomorrow, just like he did today. I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me so that I can reap the benefits when we return home.