Note: This story may offend some, please keep that in mind. . . if you are church-goer. You may not want to read. . .
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Edging
Mistress Dark Pen
You didn't tell your Mistress where you were after work. . . you had her worry when she had no need. (You had went out with a bunch of guys as work, but you didn't want to show what a bitchy boy you are, so you didn't call her. Now you are a bad boy and WILL get punished.) You made her worried. Dinner got cold. She waited to play in her leather outfit. She was asleep with in her favorite chair, but when she woke up and you were still not there. She sighed, stripped, and when to bed.
You are really getting punished. . . You celebrated a thing at work, and it was late into the hours when you stumped in.
There was a note on the locked bedroom door. . .
Bitch
You have pissed your Mistress off. . .
You have two options to sleep:
1. On the floor
2. In the dog
cage
You could barely read the words so you eat your microwaved dinner and crash on the couch.
It was barely seven am when she woke you will a horn and ice water dumped on your overnight boner. . . She was glad to ruined your nice dream. You screamed and rolled off the couch growling and grumbling.
“Get dressed. Your clothes are laying out. On your bed.” She growled. You stumped to get up.
“I know you are curious. We are going to church. You have thirty minutes to get a shower, and dressed to get breakfast. You are going to need to pray for my fucking mercy.” She growled as you noticed that she is a full flowing bright blue dress and sandals. You knew thirty minutes as you were half-wake while a throbbing head, and ice-cold balls that you will not be able to jerk off even if the shower was hot. She had set it up on purpose.
You sat at the back of the church, to be honest, she smiled, but she rather be home herself. However you were a very bad subby boy. You fumbled around in your pocket as you pull out two Polaroid pictures. . . one was your mistress in her full black and red outfit. . . thigh high black boots with three inch heels which she had used to stump on your balls a time or two. Your cock twitched in your almost tight slacks. The corset she had on was a new one: red and black with lacy string tying up to both of her breasts. She had a leather black mini skirt that barely covered her red lacy crotchless panties. She sat with her legs open so you could see she had just shaved and you knew she probably smelled like her favorite vanilla and coconut soaps. In fact, you realized that she had smelled like those as she was sitting next to you. You looked her dress and started to wonder if she was wearing any panties under that dress. You had completely forgotten that you were sitting in the back of the church even as they sing some solemn song to their deity. Your cock was getting hard and pushing against your pants.
You looked at the other picture to see your mistress was wearing nothing and her biggest dildo was half way in her tight red pussy. It was way longer than you were and much thicker too. At the bottom were the words: It could have been you. (You knew that on a few occasions, she would let you actually penetrate your cock in that amazing, hot and so fucking tight pussy. She knew that you had a hard client and she wanted to celebrate with you, but you fucking idiot blew the damn chance. Now instead of sleeping in a warm bed maybe getting pancakes and sausage. You sitting on a cold wooden pew listening to most of the church out of tune. Her vanilla and coconut and the naughty pictures in your hand are still making you hard. The lack of the blood to your brain was actually fighting against your throbbing headache.
“Put those away.” she demanded in a whispered tone. Even her tone was driving you crazy. The driven harshness of her direct tone made you barely think of the time she would direct you get off. Your semi-hard cock in your hand: it would harden with each time she would demand the action to stroke.
“Stroke.” Her words were pungent as you moved from from the base of your cock to the tip and then moving it back down again.
“Stroke” You would did again and again.
“Stroke. . . stroke. . . fucking . . . stroke” You moved your curled fist up and down: your cock slid as you had a bit of lube in your palm. . . it made the wet sound like Mistress soaked hot pussy. You stroked your hand up and down as she ordered you: squished as it slid up and down. The more she ordered you the harder and faster you move. You groaned barely under you panting breath.
The fantasy made your cock extremely hard and you heartbeat faster.
You finally got done with a nice service and many rushed out to their cars. She got into the driver's seat. You were confused but you get in the shot gun seat. She usually does not drive, but you knew that you were not in place to argue. She opened the glove box for you to see there was a purple vibrator in there. It was a multi-speed and one of her favorites.
“Unzip you pants and sit on your hands.” She demanded as you did as she said. She rolled up her dress as she was not wearing panties. You can smell her musk heated smell as she cracked the windows and locked the doors. She had parked in the middle of the church parking lot as many cars were driving, but you knew that could not quite see either of your exposed crotches unless they walked by the windows. The idea of getting caught, even worst getting caught at church, just made the moment hotter. Your cock twitched and pushed through your boxers and pants. It barely brushed against the zip making you groaned with a twisted teasing pain. Your balls are heavy as you had not released in several days. You had just remembered that your mistress talking about having a nice night together. You just did not think it would be last night . . . damn it, you really messed up. You now realized that you are seriously going to pain. You Are tangled in your thoughts when you heard a mixture of her low vibrator mixing with the engines of the cars and them a slightly moan and whine coming from her lips. She was so fucking wet as you can smell her sweet hot smell and hear the wet noises as the vibrator rubs against her pussy.
The blood was slowly draining from your head as you cannot think straight. You only know that you didn't just want release, but you need to fucking cum like yesterday. She turned it up to medium as she squealed hitting her clit just right before sliding that stick into her dripping wet pussy. You wished that stick was your cock. You wanted to be in your mistress. You knew you want it. . . you knew you need it. You needed to be played with her favorite toy. You needed to have her bounce on you over and over . . . harder and faster, You needed to know you were making her whimper, whine, and moan.
You saw he lick her lips as you wanted have to have your Mistress lick your naughty spots over and over. . . You wanted those lips wrapped around your cock. . . getting thicker and fuller as you penetrate that mouth. . . that hot tightening mouth. You wanted her tongue to tease and play with that tip licking off your precum.
You whimpered and moaned as you body
built with tension. . .
It was so intense. . .
The build up.
. . her tongue and lips so inviting . . . you wanted, but did you
deserve it. . .
Did you beg enough? Did you serve her enough?
What did you do for your Mistress?
You so wanted her to suck your sweet spots. . . to ghave her lips pulling your flesh into her hot wet tongue. . .you needed her to lick you, but she never gave you permission. . .
You had right to moan. . . to twitch. . . especially not to cum.
She finally screamed in escasty as
her body got so tense, the windows steamed and she was panting as she
gushed. You could smell her sweetness is so strong. . . You needed so
cum. . . you cock is almost purple oozing of precum. She barely
touches and you are in a pleasurable swirl of pain as you scream. She
pushed you harden painful cock back into your pants.
“I'm good lets go eat., Only good
boys get to cum.” She smiled, pulled out the vibrator, and started
the car.
“Now lick it clean.” She handed you the vibrator. . .
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