NAUGHTY BOY by IAK
Night falls. A dim candle light flickers by the open window, a soft breeze from the ocean's shore below, the smell of roses along the path to the house. His hands touched the petals of the delicate flowers as he came to the window, his eyes searching the room for his Mistress. Before he could whisper her name, he could hear her humming in the bathroom and soon the sweet scent of lavender danced through the dark room, her favorite bath salts.
He climbed over the window sill and made himself known with the clicking of his heels on the hardwood floor. The humming stopped. He peered into the steamy bathroom only to see an empty tub full of bubbles and candles lining it. His interest was peaked as he moved closer to the tub, only trying to imagine her in it. As he stood quietly, his hands tickling the water, he suddenly felt Her presence. All at once she pushed herself against his back, her wet, naked flesh taunting his body as he straightened up. She pulled a scarf over his eyes and quickly twisted handcuffs over his wrists before he could move away. He looked down, his hands cuffed behind his back and to the towel bar behind him. He smiled nervously as she backed slowly away.
Before he could say anything, "shhhhhh." she whispered.
His mouth opened slightly, his breathing became heavy. Soon he felt his pants being pulled down in one fast jerk. He stepped out of them, then his boxers. His shirt was ripped off from the belly, now he stood naked and helpless. A large man, at six feet and two hundred pounds, mostly muscle, now could do nothing but cry out, but he knew there would be consequences if he did.
"Mistress," he pleaded. He realized he was not alone in the room, but it was not his Mistress who stood beside him, holding his clothes now. His heart began to race.
"She will be back shortly." a woman's voice filled the room. "I am your Mistress right now." He felt her soft hands over his chest, down to his naval, then lower, holding tightly around his erect penis. He was excited, nervous, thrilled. Her hand stroked him, making him ample in her palm. Soon her other hand began to spank him, slow strokes on his bottom while her other hand continued to work his erection. Again, harder spanks, his breath heavier and his body surely reaching his climax. A last very hard SMACK. He groaned, but then gasped as she let him go.
"You like that, don't you, you dirty bastard?!" she shouted. "Tell me you enjoyed that! Tell me you want me to keep doing it!"
"I...I want more, Mistress, please...." he moaned.
"OK. You want more? You didn't specify more of what? So I guess it's my choice."
His body tightened up to prepare for what she would do. He heard him rush at him, this time with a reed, slicing into his back with each stroke. Harder, she swung the reed, the quick taps ripped and bled his skin. "Tell me you like that!" she demanded, whipping again and again.
The once smug smile was grimacing now, "Please stop, Mistress, it hurts!"
"What?!" she stopped. "Did you tell me what to do?" A sudden silence as he gulped. She began snapping the reed against his pink bottom now, faster and quicker, the wounds opening and bleeding. She could hear his whimpers as he held back the sobs of a child.
Suddenly she stopped. The reed hit the floor, and he could feel her mouth around his limp cock. His body responded by pushing forward, sliding it into her mouth as deeply as he could. She sucked, harder now, tasting it with her tongue and without mercy. He began to groan and rock on his heels, her cheeks bursting until at last.... he filled her mouth with his sticky cum, lathering her lips as she began to pull away.
She pulled off the blindfold. He could see her lovely face, now as she stuck out her tongue, filled with his juice. He blinked for a moment. Then hesitated as her eyes commanded him, finally he came to her and licked his own cum from her mouth and swallowed it. His face defeated and his body haggard.
"Good boy." she smiled as she slipped the handcuffs off his wrists. "Maybe we'll do it again sometime." She winked.
