012
JULIA
After supper and listlessly watching TV for a couple hours, I went to bed with my laptop and searched for Mistress Dark on the web. She had a professionally designed web page showing what services she offered. A lot of them were directed towards offering her services to subs without dominants, but she also offered training, and sold products for the well equipped slave owners home. Her website showed photos of many of the furniture products in use, with only the genitals or breasts of the model blacked out. As I looked at some of them, I felt myself get wet again, imagining myself displayed and used like this, uncompromisingly serving a demanding owner. I needed to cum again. I took off my clothes and got a nice six inch vibrator from my nightstand.
Turning it on, I slowly slid it into my slick pussy. Oh, heavens to betsy, I needed this. I was thrusting it back and forth in my sheath about three minutes from my first orgasm when I heard the front door open and Scott call out, "Honey, I'm home."
Normally, I didn't usually let Scott see me masturbating. It seemed like a private thing I did for myself, but I wanted to cum now and thought, fuck it. "I'm in the bedroom," I called out, a little breathlessly.
He walked through the bedroom door carrying four plain brown boxes of varying sizes. I was still screwing myself, oblivious too much more than that.
"Stop, now!" Scott ordered.
"What?"
"Stop masturbating now," he said.
"I'm so close," I moaned.
"If you're going to be my slave, you might as well grow accustomed to me owning your pleasure. Stop fucking yourself now!"
He wasn't my owner yet, or maybe never, so I thought of ignoring him and finishing myself off, but I sighed and turned it off, pulling it from my sodden pussy and closing my legs so Scott couldn't look up my wet vagina.
"Leave your legs spread and lick your juices off your vibrator. Clean it off, you dirty girl."
Oooh, I started tingling again. I slowly spread my legs, opening myself to him. I brought the vibrator to my mouth and started sucking it off. It wasn't the first time I'd tasted my pussy. I'd licked my fingers clean a few times before after using my fingers to masturbate, but it was the first time I'd licked one of my vibrators. It was covered in my juices. He watched me lick it clean, standing there at the foot of the bed.
"Put it back in the drawer," he ordered, and I obeyed. "Now, resume your position on the bed. Better yet, grab the headboard and don't let go. I don't wanted you tempted to use your fingers to finish what your vibrator started."
"What are you going to be doing?" I asked.
"Taking a shower. I want you to remain like this until I'm done. Acknowledge."
"I'll remain like this until you've finished your shower."
"Good."
He put his boxes in the closet and started stripping off his clothes. His cock was hard and looked as if it had been so for awhile, looking angry and red. I wondered what he'd been doing at Mistress Dark's. I was sure he'd tell me. His clothes went into the hamper and he walked into our bathroom whistling some unrecognized tune. I heard the shower go on and I lay there waiting for him, my legs spread wide and my hands gripping the headboard, a wrought iron arabesque design. My pussy was leaking down the crack of my bottom. I was so aroused right now.
After about ten minutes, the shower ended and shortly thereafter, I heard Scott brushing his teeth. When he returned to the bedroom, his cock was still hard. If anything, it looked harder than before, jutting up at an acute angle from the curly haired stem and dangling sack. Fuck, I wanted him in me so bad right now.
"Don't move," he ordered forcefully, "and don't speak.
I nodded. Scott got on the bed between my legs and started kissing his way up my right leg. I was practically twitching the closer he got to my core, but before his lips touched a single hair on my pussy, he stopped. I arched my hips, silently begging him to touch me, but he ignored me, going to my left leg and starting the whole ascending, lingering, kissing thing up that one. I was ready to scream when he stopped again, just short of my goal. Shit! I needed to cum so bad.
"You're very wet," he said. Of course I was wet. He'd stopped me just before an orgasm and was tormenting me now. I could feel my fluids leaking down to my anus.
"Please..."
"Shhh." He put a finger to my lips. "No speaking." I whimpered.
I arched my back again, begging with my body if I couldn't beg for real. His mouth was so close to my pussy, I could feel his warm breath on my folds, blowing warmly through my pubic hair. My clitoris felt enlarged and was peaking out from its hood. Scott was tormenting me, in the best possible way. His tongue flicked out briefly, probing my sheath. I whimpered again.
"Tasty," he whispered, smacking his lips.
What in the hell had he learned from Mistress Dark. He'd never been like this before. Usually he dived right in and brought me off quickly; not this exquisite torture. I felt his finger lightly stroke my perineum, smearing my fluids around and I gasped. A finger circled the the crinkled sphincter of my anus and I was reminded of what he intended to do with it if I became his slave. His tongue extended again, a momentary circling of my leaking hole, gathering more of my flowing juices, then done, and I could feel my pussy quivering, wanting to be filled. Who was this devilish stranger playing with me. Another soft caress of breath followed by the lightest kiss on my parted slit, blood engorged and needy. I whimpered again, bucking my hips up to capture his lips. He artfully dodged my attempt, limited by my widely spread legs.
"Uh, uh, uh," he whispered, his voice hoarse with the same desire I felt. If he didn't touch me soon, I was going to scream. "You're not to cum unless you have my permission."
He looked up at me as I nodded energetically, hoping that would be soon. His tongue slithered up my slit, gathering yet more of my fluids on his tongue, savoring the taste of me. Yet gone too quickly and not touching my clit, which must be waving at him like a beacon, it felt so hard. One finger penetrated my pussy to its full length, then out again and he put it on my lips, waiting for me to lick it clean. I tasted myself again, tart and sweet at the same time. I whimpered again, barely able to contain myself from howling. Two fingers the next time, as his tongue danced up my folds. I flinched, it was so intense. He fed me his fingers again and the liquid was dripping off onto my tongue before I circled them with my lips.
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