Yes, Mistress

**Warning! Sexual content**
**Damon**
Jasmine's mouth gaped and she stared at me in shock. "Seriously? Things might get really... rough."
I kissed at her lips and then smiled at her as I pulled away.
"I want you to fucking do your worst."
I then turned away from her and yelled out, quite loudly, "Chester, Andrea, you're dismissed for the day. Please leave immediately. By immediately, I mean within the next five seconds."
"Woah there Damon! If you're serious about this then I just need a few minutes to get things ready."
"T-things ready?" I uttered confused.
"Yes, I'm a professional. So, you wait here, and I'll be right back." She said before running out of the room, leaving me quite flustered and curious. I wondered if I'd bitten off more than I could chew here. Jasmine was truly... something when she was in Vixen Mode. Then again, it was possibly the sexiest thing about her.
When she finally returned, she had, in her possession a bowl with a few blocks of ice cubes in one hand, and a bottle of honey in the other.
"...Jasmine?"
"Don't ask. I'll show you later. Now let me get dressed." She said, nearing her bag and pulling out of it a pair of black lingerie. She looked quite serious during all of this, and honestly, it had me on edge, and I wondered again, if I'd bitten off more than I could chew. What if I couldn’t keep up? What if I couldn't keep her satisfied? These thoughts kept on rushing through my mind as I stared at the now closed door.
But all of my nerves seemed to disappear when she exited the door, looking ravishingly delicious in her lingerie- black material barely leaving anything to the imagination. In fact, I could swear she was practically naked as my eyes roamed every inch of her hungrily. She didn't seem to notice though as she walked across the room and began rummaging through another one of her bags. From it she removed the following: a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs, a whip, some rope, a collar and a leash.
"Usually the other vixens would use gags, but as I said, I like the sounds of pain and pleasure, so I won't be using one on you." She said.
"So, you'll be using all of those items on me?"
"Hopefully. A collar for my good boy. I think it will look good on you," she said, gathering the items and putting them on the floor near the bed. She then walked over to me, took off my blazer and began undoing my buttons. I stared up at her, engrossed at that look of concentration on her face... Goddess, she was so sexy. Every inch of her enticed me.
Once she had gotten my shirt off, leaving me in my trousers, she took my hand and pulled me so that I was standing. She then sat down on the bed, right on the edge and opened her legs slowly.
"On your knees. And from this moment, you'll address me as 'Mistress'." She uttered, and I knew then that there would be no going back.
I obeyed her and slowly got in between her legs. She reached down and then picked up the collar and leash.
"Head up."
Again, I obeyed, unable to muster up any words as excitement gripped me into its tight clutches.
She began placing the thing around my neck, clipping it at the back, and then tying the leash to it.
She bit her lip as she looked down at me, making my heart thud erratically in my chest.
"You look like such a good boy." She said, running her fingers through my hair. By now I was practically shivering. Soon, she began pulling at the fabric of her underwear, removing it enticingly down her smooth legs. I followed every single movement of hers, never taking my eyes off of her.
"Now, why don't you show me just how well you can work that tongue?"
I nodded and that was when her hand collided with my face. It wasn't a hard slap, it just stung slightly, and I was about to place my hand on the red skin when her own hand gently touched against the surface of it, cool and soothing.
"You need to be vocal… you bad boy." The words dripped from her tongue like the most addictive poison, and I found myself hypnotized.
"Yes, Mistress." I breathed it out, staring up into her blue eyes which now had a dark sheen of pure dominance coating it.
"That's a good boy." She whispered, and then grabbed me by the leash around my neck, slowly guiding me between her legs.
I was aching just to taste her, and the thought of her sweetness dancing across my tastebuds had me salivating.
When my tongue finally did make its way to her wet folds I moaned and so did she, whipping her head back, exposing her neck. I lived for the reactions she made when I was pleasuring her, and slowly, I began to move my tongue deeper inside of her, basking in her sweetness, trying to get all of it into my mouth and down my throat.
"Ha... Ah... yes, y-you're such a good boy!" She moaned out, only encouraging me more. By now she had wrapped her legs around my head, pushing me closer into her. Slowly her hands made their way to my hair, tugging at the strands and forcing a few moans out of my mouth which seemed to be just what she wanted as she tightened and throbbed around my tongue. She was edging closer, all she needed was a little push, and so I gave her just that, opening my mouth wider, and sticking my tongue in deeper. Immediately she let out a shaky gasp, before her back began to arch and her eyes began to shut.
"F-fuck, D-damon!" She uttered as she orgasmed in my mouth allowing me to taste more of her. I lapped at her greedily, taking in every drop until she was completely clean. Once I was done, she loosened her legs.
"You are such a good boy, aren't you Damon? Why don't you say it for me? Say, 'Mistress, I'm such a good boy'."
My cheeks flushed red as I uttered out lowly, "Mistress, I'm s-such a g-good boy."
She frowned at this, gripped me by the collar. Her movements were quick, and harsh, but again, not violently painful, more teasingly stinging.
"I don't like it when you stutter. Now say it properly, you naughty boy, before I punish you."
Demanding Jasmine was very intimidating, and excruciatingly sexy, and I bit my lip as she began slipping her underwear back on.
"I'm such a good boy, *my* Mistress," I said that last part looking straight into her eyes, knowing full well the consequences.
"I see you're becoming a little feisty. Well that's okay, I guess I'll just need to teach you a lesson. On the bed, on all fours." She demanded, tugging the leash a little. And that was when her tone changed as she began to grip the whip in her hand. "Damon... if you want me to stop, at any point, please do tell me. I will stop immediately." She uttered.
I turned my head towards her, now on my hands and knees, before saying, "There's no need to worry. As I said before, I like it rough."
She nodded curtly, before snaking her hand around the whip and gently running her hands across the length of it. She then gave it a flick, allowing the whip to crack. Admittedly my heart was beating so fast against my chest that I feared it would rip out of my chest and my mind was in an utter state of shambles, anticipating the pain.
It was not too long before the stinging sensation of the whip spread throughout my back. I gasped out at the sudden contact, and my limbs almost gave in.
"Let me help you there-" she said, gripping the leash tightly, allowing me to keep from crumbling to the bed. She then let the whip collide with my back again, this time, drawing blood. Again, I gasped out in pain and clutched at the bed sheets.
"Are you ready? From here, it only gets hotter."
And she was right, my skin ignited with every single crack of her whip, yet, somehow, the stinging feeling of pleasure began creeping in. It was somewhere there, mixed into the pain, subtle, yet so distinct, and soon, I found the gasps being followed by a few moans, as I allowed this warm hellish feeling to course through me, making me drunk on it.
"Good boy. You took your punishment so well. Your Mistress is so proud." She uttered, I turned around and gazed at her eyes, they were now pulsing red, consumed by her werewolf instincts which seemed to have kicked in with the smell of my blood in the air, and the sounds I was making. Slowly she lifted the whip up to her mouth where she curled her tongue around it and gently dragged it all the way to the end, allowing her tongue to wipe away all the traces of my blood on it. So absolutely sexy.
"Now for your reward," She said, a smile making its way onto her face as she neared me. Already I could feel the gashes on my back healing, removing every trace that she had ever brought the whip to my flesh. In a way, it left me disappointed. I looked forward to seeing her love gashes across my skin, covering up the gashes of hate my father had once left.
She inspected my back for a while, and ran a gentle finger against the wounds, making me shiver.
"I didn't hit you too hard, so I'm sure that the gashes will be gone in the next few minutes. In the meantime, stick your tongue out for me, like a good boy."
I obeyed her and stuck my tongue out. She then got onto the bed as well and moved towards the front of me so that she and I were facing each other. She began leaning in, slipping her tongue out too before it collided with mine. Slowly, she opened her mouth wider, taking my lips between hers and her tongue with mine, turning this into a wet, hot make-out session. She was such a good kisser, and every time her lips met with mine, I could be certain I'd be seeing stars.
She broke away from the kiss suddenly, leaving me with a deep feeling of want. Slowly she began to bite her lip as she reached around me, removed the collar and leash from my neck and said softly, "The big bad alpha, now Jasmine's bitch-" she then paused, kissed me again, making my heart flutter before wearing a deep, devilish smile that sent pleasurable shivers down my spine, "won't you say it for me?"
Again, I blushed before saying, this time, not stuttering, "I'm your bitch, Mistress."
Gently she ran her hands through my hair, "You are. My naughty, dirty, masochistic bitch."
And then she began to grip my shoulders and pushed me to the side so that I was now on my back. I winced slightly at the mild stinging pain.
Jasmine got off of the bed, bent down- you would not even imagine what that did to me- and then straightened up, now holding in her hands the rope, cuffs and blindfold. I assumed we were moving over to the next activity: teasing. It was a personal favorite of mine, being teased by Jasmine, because it made the release all the sweeter.
Jasmine then climbed onto the bed again, taking her time to tie me up: my hands to the two posts of the bed above my head with a pair of cuffs, and my feet to the bottom two posts with thick rope.
"I think I'll take this opportunity to execute my revenge for the pair of jeans and underwear you destroyed yesterday." She said, running her clawed fingers along the fabric of my trousers before gripping onto the material and ripping it clean from my legs. She smirked down and licked her lips.
"You look so satisfyingly scrumptious; I could just devour you." She uttered, by now I was rock hard from all of her dirty talk, taunting, torture and the pain she had inflicted on me. And now, all I wanted was to be her 'good boy', her 'bitch', her little plaything. She had literally driven me to the point of being a puppet dangling from her devilishly seductive strings.
She then hooked her claws into the waistband of my underwear before ripping it off of me as well. She smiled, bit her lip and then began leaning down towards me with the blindfold in one of her hands. She wrapped the black cloth over my eyes and tied it tightly to the back of my head so that I could not see a single thing.
"You wanted to know what the honey and ice cubes were for? Well now, I'm going to show you."
I heard the her flick the cap of the honey bottle back, and then began to feel the soft feeling of the golden liquid drip against my skin right from the top of my chest, down my abdomen and then right between my legs, right on the tip of my throbbing length, allowing the honey to drip right down the shaft. I moaned in response to thins, very excited for what was to come.
"Oooh, I like that reaction. I wonder how much more intense it will get when I do this-" And slowly I began to feel her mouth wrap around my hot, erect shaft, allowing the walls of it to enclose around me as she sucked at the honey all over my skin.
"Ah, Mistress... that feels so fucking good!" I said, breathlessly. Honestly this was so exhilarating, being tied up and teased by her.
Her tongue then licked right up my shaft to the tip and slowly, she began gliding it along the rest of my body, lapping up at the sticky honey. By now my breathing had become so hitched and uncontrollable and I could not keep my voice down as strings of desperate, loud moans, groans and gasps left my lips.
"And now for the ice." She breathed against my neck. I felt her shift, run her hands through the bowl of ice, and then she moved down to my hips again.
I thought I had a good idea of what the ice was for, but was proven wrong when her mouth began to take in my entire shaft, with a melting block of ice in the side of her cheek, rubbing against me.
I tilted my head back and let out a loud, "Fuck! Mistress!"
The feeling of hot and cold was literally mind shattering. I could not even contain myself, and slowly, she began to move her mouth, up and down until the ice had completely melted. Thereafter, she began placing another cube into her mouth, and another until I was basically on the brink of exploding. But before I could even dream of releasing my cum into her mouth and down her throat, she removed it from me and I whined, flustered and frustrated.
"You can't have all the fun." She said. I then felt her shift again and then, felt her lower her hips down on me, taking all of me inside of her. Goddess, she was so fucking tight, I could have literally exploded right then and there. But she waited once she had taken all of me inside of her. I expected her to go slow, but she had a habit of overthrowing my expectations. She was rough and fast, and I could feel my toes curling at the throbbing wetness of us both, panting and fucking like wild, sex-crazed beasts.
Eventually I could not hold it in at all and practically screamed my throat raw as I reached an orgasm so profoundly pleasurable, I was sure I was touching the clouds in heaven. Jasmine was not far behind and reached hers while she rode out my orgasm, collapsing onto me afterwards.
It was silent for a moment, with nothing but our heavy pants filling the room. And then, Jasmine finally spoke.
"Not bad for a retired Vixen, huh?" She panted.
I chuckled and pulled her up towards me, claiming her lips with mine.
"Not bad? That was fucking perfect. You are fucking perfect... Mistress." I said the last part huskily and she blushed.
Jasmine Spectra was truly nothing short of a beast in bed.
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