Respectfully and sincerely written for: Miss C.


“Hey, you be careful this weekend, ok” His statement was more out of fear for her than anything else. He had been working in the same office as her for long enough to build a lasting friendship. He truly cared for his H.R Manager, even if he didn’t much care for her gender. “Oh I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine, boys” she replied as she hastily gathered her cell phone, purse and keys. “Besides, trust me he’s no match for me. Even if he did decide to get a little randy on me, I would have him down and pinned in less than a few seconds”. The other two chuckled at her. Inside though, they sensed a streak to her that would most likely probably back that statement right up. Either way, each of the men knew she was superior to them, so they just left it alone. “Well, girlfriend, call us if u need us, mkayy”. She just smiled and nodded, then made her way to the exit and to the parking area for her car.

She was in Western Illinois, late on a Friday afternoon. The only thought obsessing her beautiful mind today was getting to him. She was excited moreover anything else. Her nerves were a little tested as well. Her planning was meticulous, calculated, and ready. He didn’t know, and as much as she wanted to call him she forced herself not to. Her cell phone in the purse, she decided to keep it there during the drive. He was in for the worst, (or best) of her, depending all of course on interpretation.

She had it all laid out in the recesses of her mind, and like a sports announcer; was imagining the play by play over and again. She wanted him, and she knew that feeling reciprocated without end from him. He had been a very good boy in her eyes, so this surprise trip was going to be all about him. Her decision in that was firm. She had a feeling she might have to crack a hand down on his round, pert, and bent over ass to drive her point home. She smiled to herself at that thought as her car cruised down 30th to State Street onward to her apartment. Traffic in Quincy was somewhat light for this time on a Friday, so getting to her apartment was relatively easy today.

Unlocking the door, and setting her purse and keys on the table she checks her voicemails, none. Next it’s off to the fridge to grab something cold to drink; she’s thinking a tall glass of apple juice. Making her way back to the bedroom she removed the stiff high collared button up work shirt. “Why couldn’t they replace those things with something a little more comfortable?” She thinks to herself whenever she has to wear them. She was absolutely clueless just how hot he thought she looked in those dress slacks and that shirt. The image of her in that uniform stayed with him, and unbeknownst to her, he found her to be extremely sexy in it.

Moving onto the restroom, she turns on the light and handles some needs with Mother Nature. While sitting down on the commode, she thinks over her plans before leaving. Next on the agenda is getting freshened up a bit. Standing before her sink and mirror, she sees herself. Black slacks on, no shirt, but the girls are supported by Vicky’s finest, of course, Black, smooth and no underwires for her. She thinks about his strong hands cupping them. Her thoughts begin to drift to him. Slowly her breathing begins to get a little shallow, as her right hand reaches down, her left reaches over to squeeze her right breast. Her breaths become shallower as she thinks about his kiss upon her skin. She sees in her mind him wrapping his arms around her and while looking her in the eyes delivering to her his famous powerful kisses.

Her eyes close as she envisions him brutally manhandling her, rough and ……..no wait, no no, not this time. Sorry pet I love ya, but it’s my turn to be in charge tonight. She smiles at the thought of that. She knows even though he might whimper or weakly protest he’ll certainly give into her after seeing her eyes. She thinks about the toy bag she packed, with her newest addition, to which she certainly plans on breaking in later on him. She quickly becomes awash in fantasy after fantasy of scenarios for them to explore. Standing in front of her bathroom mirror she watches as her form shudders and quivers as it is ensconced in wave after wave of pleasure. Completely spent, she realizes that there’s no time for a nap. A quick shower, blow dry, a light coat of makeup, and some jeans and a tee get thrown on. She grabs the laptop, an overnight bag packed for the weekend, and her other essentials and heads out to the car, making sure on her way out that everything was powered down, and locked up.

Turning up State Street for the highway, she was on her way, estrogen, adrenaline and all. He had absolutely no idea, and it was her plan to just keep it that way too.

He was roughly two hundred and thirty some miles to the Northeast. Northwest Indiana was beginning to get somewhat chilly, and the leaves outside were doing their color show for all to see. The scene around his apartment was that of any other Friday afternoon, only difference was that she was off for the weekend, and he had to work that night and Sunday, bleh! He missed her, and looked forward to seeing her again. Little did he know that it would be sooner than later. He finished loading the dishwasher, vacuumed the living room and straightened up the bathroom before time to leave for work. He was working that night from five till nine. Four hours really didn’t seem like going in for, had he been off he could’ve went down to Quincy, grrrrr! But, a job is a job, and it was temporary at that since he planned on leaving it next April, giving him a month before graduation. He would call her after work, and talk a few hours since they both could sleep in on Saturday. He hopped into the shower, and got changed for work.

Not thinking anything about it, he left his spare keys on the kitchen table. This included the key to open the toy box inside his walk in closet. “No need to carry around extra keys at work”, he thought to himself as he grabbed his laptop case and headed out. This lapse in judgment would play out against him later, and he had no idea. With only the stovetop range light on, everything else was off, and satisfied so he locked up and headed out to work for the evening. Granted it was only a five minute drive to work for him, it may have just as well been light years since he could not see what was bound to unfold there in the next few hours.

Her heart was racing as the car barreled northwest along I-55. The sign read Joliet or Chicago, but she knew the map too well. She had studied it, like a second job, and knowing all the contours and features within it. She memorized the main thoroughfares, as well as construction detours. She knew exactly when to exit onto the I-80 toll road and then again onto I-94, remembering to follow the Detroit signs. By the time she rolled into Chesterton, it had been about five and a half hours since her departure from Quincy.

She was energized, partly to the cooler now partially full of iced bottles of Cherry Coke, and partly due to her own primal desires for him. She had the spare key he had given to her, so entry was no problem. She stood in the foyer, and noticed the living room. Sitting her bags down she looked around. It was simple by design, no fancy frills here, but not trashy either. She went back to the car to finish bringing in her belongings as well as a few other surprises. Once the car was unloaded, she made sure it was locked and headed into the apartment. It was around five thirty; he’d be gone awhile yet, so there was plenty of time to get set up.

The bedroom was the ideal location to set up her base of operations. Surveying the apartment, it was the furthest room in and had all the essentials within it. She stood in the entranceway looking in awe at the metal frame stand with swing assembly at the end of the bed. She smiled crookedly as the possibilities for its use ran through her mind. She decided this was where she was going to take him from behind. With that thought emitted more moisture within the crotch of the snugly worn satin panties she had on. Sitting her toy bag on the edge of the bed she unpacked and inventoried everything.

She had remembered him talking about his toy box, and she was curious to find out exactly the contents within it. She decided to go take a closer look. As she reached into the walk in closet to turn on the light, she had a visual on the silver padlock hanging from the chest. “Damn” she thought as she lifted the lock to see if perhaps he might have left it unsecured. “Leave it to think a soldier would leave a foot locker unsecured, and I had to fall for one”. She chuckled at her thoughts. Then it hit her, like a lost deer on the highway after dark. She thought she had seen a key ring on the kitchen table as she had sat her purse there. “What the hell” she thought to herself as she went back to the kitchen. Grabbing the keys she returned to the closet and went to work trying to fit the keys one by one into the lock. About a third of the way through the keys she found it, and her reward was the metallic click of the lock mechanism releasing the bar and opening up. She heard her own breaths and felt her pulse in the tips of her fingers as the anticipation of seeing the contents of the box overwhelmed her.

“Good evening, and welcome to the lodge”, the standard greeting he gives all guests checking in, and these were no different. It was about eight thirty, with a half hour to go till quitting time. The shift had been a rather hectic one, and he was glad this room was the last to rent.

Being sold out meant that he would put on his best smile and politely tell guests looking for a room, “Sorry folks were sold out this evening”. This followed by recommendations for nearby hotels. He looked behind him on the wall clock to see he had about twenty minutes to go. He thought about going home to his empty apartment, like any other night. The typical checking of voicemails, followed by a candlelight bubble-bath while on the phone to Mistress would be on the agenda. Well, he thought, that would be in short order how his night would go.

She decided to turn off all the lights except for the range top light. She knew him well enough to know that when he leaves that’s exactly how he leaves the lights. Going to the futon she removed a cotton handkerchief from her purse, along with the bottle of chloroform, of which she had obtained from a “friend” at the local medical facility back in Quincy. She was short, much shorter than Miss C. She was rather top heavy, and Miss could not help but notice her breasts pushing and straining the material to the top of her scrub jacket, creating a straining of material in her bust-line. Mistress found herself preoccupied with the view before her and lost her friend’s words, and her friend caught on to this. The R.N. was stern with her; Miss C could hear her warning still within her head. “Listen, only wet the cloth the size of a dime, let it evaporate a few seconds before use, and don’t let him get any outside air until he is unconscious”. “The process should only take a few seconds, so once he goes limp, get that cloth out of his face, do you understand?”

Mistress looked down at the bottle and at her watch as she saw his car pull in. Wasting no time she maneuvered herself up to the wall by the door, and wet the cloth, setting the bottle down on his T.V. set and replaced the cap. With her right hand cupping the open cloth, her left hand stood at the ready. “Please God let this work” she thought as she heard his key enter the lock and maneuver the door open.

He walked in, and noticed right away the scent of her. He sniffed a few times, and she realized right away her one and only mistake. “Damn it” she thought. He shrugged it off and chalked it up as being tired and his senses fooling him. His third step in sealed his fate as it was enough room for her to maneuver in behind him. He saw a shadow out of the corner of his right eye, but as he went to turn she brought up her left hand around his mid chest and her right hand with the cloth up to cover his mouth and nose. His left hand held his laptop case, and his right had his jacket and keys. He immediately dropped everything, but was unable to move his arms away from his body as they were effectively pinned by her. Her combined bear hug and the fact he was unable to empty his hands soon enough rendered her the victor in a well strategized plan. Within four seconds his large frame went completely limp. She was careful to glide him down to the carpet and keep his head from hitting anything on the way down. She smiled as she removed the cloth from his face. He laid on his back, completely unconscious. She looked down and seen he was breathing okay, and with this decided to begin her activities for him.

The light began to enter his eyes, as the scent of the ammonia tab was crushed and placed under his nose. Used by paramedics, and also stocked in his first aid kit within the toy box, she was happy with the unexpected find. His attempts to move were unsuccessful as he was still too disoriented to gather up any bearings as of yet. As he came to his senses he realized that he was sitting nude and upon the commode. She had just finished cleaning him up, and was waiting to see if he needed to finish up any matters with Mother Nature. He was startled to realize his current state of helplessness. As he looked up at her he tried to speak, but the only sounds he heard were soft muffled pleas through the ball gag. She smiled as she looked down at him. He quickly realized his arms were bound. Underneath the single glove she has taped all of his fingers together as well as taping his palms and wrists together. She had then placed padlocks on the shoulder straps to drive the point home that his arms were owned by her, like everything else on him.
“Okay pet, you need to finish up soon”. She smiled as she helped him up, and took care to clean him up and take him into the bedroom.

As he walked into the room, with her right behind him, he nearly fainted from the fear of what might come. On the bed he had a clear view of all the toys she had brought with her, as well as all of his from the toy box. Realizing now, that he had left the keys on the table, he sighed in defeat as she led him over to the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed, and facing it, she stood behind him. He felt her left hand pushing in between his shoulder-blades, and her right arm was wrapped around his waist to keep him steady as he bent forward. After he was bent over, and with his chest and shoulders resting on the bed, He looked behind him, and gave the best smile he could at her. This look from him just drove her wild. She knew it would be a fun filled night, as she gave his rear a playful smack, and looked to the bed to find the first toy to use for the night.

She decided on the heavy leather flogger. Something in the purple color contrasting with the stainless steel handle just grabbed her attention. She gently moved it down his back, letting the leather strips gently caress the skin upon his upper back and sliding down to the lower part of his back. Doing this several times to him she noticed his muscles going limp and the intensity of the waves of relaxation he was beginning to succumb to. With that observation she stopped and put the flogger aside. Taking her fingers ever so softly she begins a slow but firm rubbing and kneading of the fleshy material on his posterior, which causes him to draw in a series of deep and slow breaths. His body squirms in blissful pleasure as he begins to feel awash under the spell of her touch. She looks over to him and asks, “Who owns this pretty little behind, pet?” He muffles a soft reply, to which she understood and was pleased by.

She stands up, and walks into the closet. He cannot see her, but can hear the lid to the toy box opening up. He sits there, kneeling on all the bed, his rear up into the air and on display for her. He feels completely helpless in the single-glove, and having his mouth stuffed with the rubber ball filling it. Although he knows at this point she owns him, he savors the thought. His thoughts of peril are interrupted when she returns with one of the spreader bars and soft leather ankle cuffs. “Now hold still, pet”.

” I’m locking these cuffs onto you, and then I’m spreading your ankles the entire length of this four foot spreader bar”. He realized as she attached his ankles to the bar just how exposed he was down and back there. Next she ran a short rope from the center of the spreader bar to the d-ring at the end of the single glove. This kept him from sitting up, or moving from his current position, he truly was her captive. His mind began to wander what’s next. He had begun to feel that familiar lightheadedness that all subs wish for in scene. She walked back into the closet to revisit the toy box. “Hmmm I wonder….maybe I’ll use this one”. She spoke loud enough so that he could hear her and wonder what her next move was.

A few moments went by and she returned. He could hear her tearing open something, and making a few sounds to which he could not recognize. But then, he heard the unmistakable squirt of lubricant gel leaving its container, but for what? He felt a warm latex covered hand begun to massage his member, this caused an inevitable contraction of muscle which makes said member elongate and grow a few inches in length. This was the distraction she had planned on, and she was watching his reaction to her touch. When he seemed to be lost in the sensations over him, she took her other glove covered hand with the lubricated finger and began rubbing gently upon his back tunnel entrance. His body tensed slightly as he inhales a deep sharp breath. “Easy pet, its okay”, she reassures him, as her hand movement stays slow and gentle. She took her hand away from his member, and begins squeezing a cheek on his bottom while her other hand slowly eases the lube covered finger home. He exhales slowly, and inhales a slow deep series of breaths as she worked her finger in and out several times.

A smile took over her face as she had seen pet awash in the moment. Tonight she was set on pleasuring him in every way, and she felt she is off to the right start. She removed her finger, noticing that it’s as clean as it was before she inserted it. Thank goodness for enemas, she thought to herself as she reached over for the inflatable-vibrating butt plug. Not to mention the fragrant soap she had used left him with a pleasant smell back there, thus eliminating what he likes to call the “ick factor”. “Okay pet, just take in slow, deep breaths”, she told him as she unrolled the condom over the plug.

He complied, and tried to steady his nerves, which felt at this point like riding in the front seat of the Shockwave roller coaster at Six Flags. He is so happy that she bound and gagged him. Otherwise his nerves would’ve got the best of him, and he would’ve moved around or somehow otherwise have ruined the moment, which has happened to him before. Having all movement taken from him, his speech gagged, and complete domination by her helps to ease his mind, and he is able to relax at this point. He felt the tip of the lubed plug begin to slip into the entrance of his back tunnel. She had taken the time to warm the lube and toy prior to the insertion, whew, and thank goodness. There’s nothing like the shock one experiences such as getting what feels like an ice cold toy, covered in cold lube shoved home, ewwwww!

Mistress wasn’t in the mood for dishing out punishment tonight, which means she did all the little things prior to the scene. His conduct lately had been much to her satisfaction, and she knew pet would certainly behave tonight. He felt a sense of something wash over him, as he thought about her meticulous planning. She loved him, and he felt it through her actions and in the way she was ever so careful with him tonight. He began to feel on a much elevated scale the propensity of what was occurring between them. His thoughts again were interrupted by her tearing two strips of red duct tape from the roll. Each piece, about four inches in length, was used over the plug, in an “X” pattern, holding the plug firmly in.

Next, Mistress moved around to the side of the bed and climbed in. Kneeling before him, he could see her boot covered feet and lower legs. The light seemed to dance off of the shiny black p.v.c. material that covered her from the calves down. She reached under him, pulling the pump bulb and vibrator control box next to and just under his chest. His upper body was supported by a set of pillows, running parallel with his chest, but spaced evenly so that there was an open area in between them and in the center of his body. This space allowed her access to his chest and all points south. He looked down in defeat at the pump and vibrator controls just about a foot and a half away from his face. They could have just been a mile away for it was the same effect with the bondage he was in. She noticed he was looking helplessly at the items, and she sat back a moment to savor the expressions upon his face as well as the low yet pleading moans emitted from under the gag.

His eyes looked upon her in a soft way, yet the expression was screaming, “Please enjoy me, Mistress”. She understood the translation in his eyes, and had intended to do just that. Shifting around, she sat Indian style and took the pump bulb into her right hand. Looking at him she smiles. “I wonder, pet, just how far we will be able to stretch you through the night?” “Only one way to find out, would you agree?” With that she reached back and placed her left hand over the end of the plug to ensure it was driven all the way home. Keeping her left hand on the base of the plug, she maintained constant pressure to hold it in. She began a slow pumping of her right hand to inflate the well lubed intruder. He squirmed slightly as the inflated plug began to settle into place, and once the inner balloon was too large to escape the inner passage of his sphincter, he relaxed. She knew his body language well enough to pick this up, and with that removed her left hand. She knew the plug was inflated enough not to escape, and the tape was really all she needed to hold it in. The hand holding the plug was purely for the psychological effect upon him. She stopped pumping the bulb at the eighth pump. Using her right hand she clicked the motor on the lowest setting and sat back to watch pet squirm.

His mind was definitely into an altered state. He was bound, and unable to move. Although he did have to admit that he was comfortable and Mistress placing the pillows under him to prop up his chest was a nice touch. He felt the concept of reality begin to slip away. His pupils began to dilate as he breathing became somewhat slow and labored. Mistress noticed that he seemed to become detached and the look in his eyes seemed to fade out. His muscle groups began to relax as his mind slipped further from where he physically was to where she wanted him to be. She began to feel warm in the innermost crevasses of her womanhood. Watching his helpless form she couldn’t resist lying back and putting up her knees before him. Her right hand began to wander down below while her left reached across her chest to fondle an already erect nipple in waiting.

Both were lost in the moment, but she was able to control hers, as her hips bucked to the feelings of her ever increasing and building orgasm.
It didn’t take Mistress long to erupt in waves of bliss as she was overtly stimulated by the sight of pet so eloquently bound, gagged, and violated. She savored the moment, and wanted this scene to be drawn out over some time yet. After catching her breath, she stayed down on her back and rested a few moments. Her eyes were all over pet, she just loves it when he completely gives in to her. She decides to sit up, in the Indian style fashion in front of him. Taking the bulb with her right hand, she deflates the toy, and begins to slowly reinflate it. This draws out a series of low and quiet moans from pet. He begins to move his hips slowly rocking his backside back and forth as much as his restraint would allow. Mistress reaches for the back of his head, to stop the rocking motion. “Now now, pet, hold still”. ” There will be plenty of hip movement and rocking later on”. With that she looked deep into his already spacey eyes and gently kissed his cheek.

She slid to the side of the bed, and stood up. “I think I’m going to raid your refrigerator, and maybe relax in front of the television awhile”. “Don’t go anywhere, pet”. With that she gave him a smack on his behind, and chuckled when the plug juggled with the movement of his rear. This caused a grunt from him, which also amused her. He heard the clicking of her chunky heels on the kitchen floor as she made her way along. Then unexpectedly she returned. She went into the closet as she mumbled to herself about forgetting something. She stood behind him, and told him to raise up his chin, and as he did so she slid on the leather hood. She had removed the leather phallic type gag from the mask, as his mouth was already stuffed to her satisfaction. She decided to leave the blindfold attached, to further remove his senses from reality. Pulling the leather laces taught, she tied them off and tucked them under the backside of the mask to keep them neatly out of the way. Happy with the job done, she returns to the kitchen for a tall glass of apple juice, a sandwich of deli ham and Swiss cheese. She grimaces when she realizes pet does not eat mayonnaise, and the fridge is devoid of said condiment. “Hmmm, I’m going to have to punish him for this”. “How does one go through the trouble of going to a deli for meat and cheese, but not have the right condiments to compliment it?” Pet would have to be reprimanded for this offense, and she had an idea of what to do.

Carrying her plate with sandwich, and a handful of Doritos, she grabs her drink and moves off to the living room. Finding the television remote, she flicks on the tube and decides to watch whatever happens to be on the channel displayed. She turns down the volume to see if she can hear any protests from pet. All is silent in the bedroom with the exception of the gentle hum from the toy vibrating effortlessly within him. Turning up the volume slightly, she enjoys the light meal and relaxes under his favorite sleeping bag. She can’t help it as her olfactory lobes take in his scent from the blanket, and all is warm and cozy in her little corner of the universe.

The sitcom was rather funny, and he could somewhat hear Mistress laughing, although the tight leather compressing his ears did distort the sounds. He had no concept of time as he could not see, and all was dark around him. The sweat that had lined his skin had since cooled off, and left him with a slight chill. He wished Mistress would have placed a blanket over him before she left. Maybe she was testing him, he thought, to see if he had enough discipline not to complain. He had decided to accept the challenge and just suffer it out silently. His body shivered slightly, and he tried to remember the warmth of when he was stationed in Honolulu, and what cold really was on his tour with the mountain division in upstate New York. He was fighting off the shivers as she returned to the room.

Mistress became instantly upset with herself as she realized pet was shivering. Damn it, she thought, how could I do something so stupid. “I’m sorry, pet” she whispered into his leather covered ear. She untied the rope from the single glove, and un-clipped his ankles from the spreader bar. Maneuvering him to the head of the bed, she placed his head on the pillow, with him on his side, and seen to it that he was laid out comfortably before covering him up and crawling in behind him to spoon. Her warm body pressed up to his, and her arm around his abdomen served to warm him. He laid there and enjoyed her touch, the warmth from her lower abdomen and crotch onto his bottom. In a gesture of kindness only Mistress could give, she deflated the plug and turned off the motor leaving it in. They both succumbed to the warmth and serenity of one another, and Mistress allowed him to snooze for about an hour.

He awoke to her servicing him. She hadn’t been at it for long, as his shaft was still growing and firming up. He could not see, but he could feel the contours of her lips wrapped around him, and her fingers around the base of him. Her tongue was working the tip and he felt her teeth occasionally scrape along. He shifted his body slightly, more so just to let her know he was awake. She gently rubbed his stomach to acknowledge she was aware that he was awake, but she continued working him up without stopping. “Mmmmm, I’m going to enjoy this pet”, she says as she backs off of him. “I hope you’re rested, because I’m going to thoroughly wear you out. She leans over him, and unsnaps the blindfold from the hood. Being enabled to see, he is blinded from the sudden onslaught of light flooding his eyes, and she allows him a few moments to adjust his eyes to the light.

Miss instructed him to move to the edge of the bed. She had him bend over on all fours, with his backside flush with the foot of the bed. Since the bed had no head or foot boards, she had unencumbered access to his openly displayed posterior. He was still confined into the arm binder, but miss decided that this was not enough. She decided to add a snugly laced corset, as well as wrist and ankle cuffs to complete the ensemble. Miss decided against the leather hood. Instead, she opted for a simple cloth satin blindfold. She wanted, and craved the delicious sounds that emitted from his mouth when she pleasured him from the front, but more so from behind.
Satisfied with the binding so far, Miss took four ropes, and attached them to the four legs to the bed frame and attached each rope to a corresponding “d” ring on each ankle and wrist cuff. She pulled and tightened down the ropes leading to his wrists causing him to bend forward to the point where his upper body shifted forward and his head and shoulders were resting on the bed. Miss adjusted the tension from the ankle ropes so that pet’s ankles were spread apart and tied to each side of the end of the bed. His knees spread from the cuffs, left his arse and other areas below open and exposed for her. His bottom was pointed out and up from his bent legs holding it that way. In a move of compassion for him, she placed a stack of soft pillows under his elevated abdomen, to support his lower spine and his tight-laced waist.
This simple act helped alleviate the strained breaths he fought for; besides, she knew pet would be in this position for quite a few minutes. Everything about his position seemed to call out to her “Take me, Miss. C. I’m on display and I’m all yours”.

Satisfied Miss stepped back to look at her work. She smiled, and went to the dresser to retrieve his digital camera. “I think a few photos should be taken for you, pet”. He squirmed in humiliation, but then settled down and accepted the fact that Miss would do what was pleasing to her.

What pet did not see was while Miss retrieved the camera, she also equipped herself with the black leather strap on harness and eight inches of soft ribbed silicone that attached to it. Placing the camera down, she decided tonight was the night that she was going to make pet orgasm while being taken from behind.
Pet heard her putting on the glove, and familiar squirt sounds of gel lubricant leaving the tube. Next he felt her finger slowly enter him as he had no way to stop it. He tried to squirm, but her bonds were highly effective. Her left hand pushing against his left bottom cheek also served to stop any shifting of movement of his hips. He was hers for the taking, and that’s exactly what she had planned. After a few moments of stretching, she eased her way up to his ear while removing her finger. “mmmm, did you like that, pet? I have something else to go back there that you may like too”. He felt the air rush by his ear with her soft words whispered to him.

Miss made her way back behind his perched rear. Lubing up her artificial member, she inserted the tip of it in him about a half inch. She watched him try to squirm, and heard his gasping for air with the sensations upon him. His form was truly beautiful to her, and she could not help herself to begin rubbing herself as she slowly entered him. Her pace of thrusts was slow, as she wanted pet to get stretched out and accustomed to the invader filling him. The slow pace also enabled her to concentrate more so on her own pleasure to which she did. As the room began to spin around her, she became awash in blue everywhere as her body shuddered and succumbed to the orgasm that washed over her. Wave after wave of pure erotic bliss left her nearly breathless.

Coming back down from the blue she was in, Miss decided to work on pet. She began to thrust evenly as she maintained a moderate pace. As she felt the resistance in his rear tunnel weaken, she guessed (correctly) that the sphincter muscle had relaxed and weakened its grip on her toy. She pulled back, leaving about an inch of the ribbed intruder inside of him. She applied a generous reload of gel lube. Then she took him again, this time slowly increasing the speed to thrust depth ratio. Her goal was to make him take all eight inches, and with hard thrusts. Speed was not so much of a concern to Miss. When she was able to get the length of the toy buried completely within him, she smiled mischievously. Now she could work on speed, and pressure, to which she did.

Pet began to squirm as best as he could have. His mouth began emitting soft moans as his mind began getting swept in wave after wave of nothing short of subspace. He felt everything, and being blindfolded seemed to enhance his other senses. Her hands, with constant squeezing to his hips, felt amazing to him. The warmth from her lower stomach as well as her body thrusted into him caused her abdomen to come into contact and warm his upper cheeks and lower back. Pet could hear Miss breathing heavy, and feel the shifting of her body as she took him.

Miss decided he was ready. Taking her right hand off his hip, she reached around and took his already elongated member into her hand. She shifted her left hand to his back and grappled into the belt encircling his waist. This provided her a comfortable way to control her thrusts and prevent him from moving away. She increased her thrusting speed and depth as her hand worked him over. The moans emitted from him could only be left for one level of interpretation, and Miss. C was well aware of said meaning. It wasn’t very long after that Pet had asked for permission to relieve his bulging self. Thinking about it a moment, Miss decided he had deserved it, so she obliged the request. Pet made a mess all over her fingers encircling him as well as the towel she had placed below. His body shuddered and she smiled as she felt him trying to push his rear back into her. “Oh pet, you like this, mmm”.

She removed her right hand from him and it rejoined her left taking a grip onto the waist belt. Miss adjusted her stance and tightened her grip before unleashing a full on assault of his posterior. He was acclimated to the toy, and obviously well within the blue room. She felt the heat from his cheeks as her exposed skin around the strap on came into contact with him. Her thrusts were deep and as hard as her muscles would allow. He was well over the edge now, and his breathing labored and in short gasps. Miss continued this for nearly fifteen minutes, surprising even herself.

Unable to continue, and fully spent, Miss collapsed on top of him, and all the while keeping the toy buried as deep within him as it could possibly go. Slowly she had removed the toy, and left to the restroom while pet remained bent over and bound. She decided to draw up a hot bubble bath while cleaning the toy at the sink. There was nothing visible on it, but the soap and water also cleansed her hands so it was all good to her. She lit up a few candles. Next she started up some soft mood music on her laptop. Content with the ambience of it, she left the bathroom and returned to pet. She released him, and although he seemed a little out of it he made it to the bathroom ok.

“Let me help you into the tub, pet”. She placed her hands on his sides to steady him at the waist while he climbed into the tub. Next she climbed in behind him and sat with her back to the wall of the tub, pulling him up against her. Pet smiled, as Miss arms crossed over his chest and abdomen. He loved her touch and any way she chose to. They sat quietly and, enjoyed the time shared together in the hot bubble bath.