Clothed Female, Naked Male

June the 2nd 2008 I love to sexually dominate men, and I am fortunate enough to be wanted by, and have, many lovers who are more than willing to succumb to me. More often than not, I know that when they are sexually aroused there is nothing they wouldn't do for me. I often make them go a few days without cumming, knowing that they will be that much more aroused and submissive. The other evening one of my lovers arrived to find me lying on the couch wearing a short satin robe. As soon as he saw me he developed an immediate erection, thus becoming a slave to my desires. I ordered him onto his hands and knees and commanded him to crawl to my side. I then raised my foot to his face and said, "Lick my foot slave!" He happily licked my foot as I rubbed it all over his face. I then pushed his face away with my foot and tossed a satin G-string at him saying, "Put on your uniform, and go draw me a bath slave!" He answered, "Yes Mistress." And went to the bathroom to change into the G-string and prepare my bath. As soon as he finished readying my bath I entered the bathroom and told him to get on his hands and knees in the tub. He started to remove the G-string, but I told him to leave it on. He got on his hands and knees and I removed my robe to reveal my naked body. He sat down in the tub in front of me and I ordered him to "Stick your head under the water and eat my pussy slave!" He took a deep breath and plunged his head below the foamy water and down between my legs and started lapping away. When he came up for air, I would count to three and then push his head back into my crotch. When I tired of this I had him wash my entire body. When all was finished, I stepped out of the tub, patted myself down and threw him the wet towel to dry off with. "I know you love to wear that G-string." I said. "So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom when you're done drying off." He finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom, his raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. I walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter belt, nylons and black patent leather heels. Walking over to the edge of the bed where he was sitting, I grabbed his balls through the pouch, and told him to open his mouth. I then stuffed his mouth with a couple pairs of my panties and tied a silk scarf around his head to form a gag. I then found a thick rubber band, which I doubled up and slipped over his balls, knowing that the pain would be excruciating. Then I bound his wrists behind his back and tied his ankles together to ensure he was fairly immobile. He winced slightly as his balls began to hurt. As I finished tying him up he wondered what else I had in store for him this evening. I usually didn't tie him up, since he has always been very cooperative. "Get up, slave!" I ordered. He stood up unsteadily and I pushed him toward the walk-in closet in the bedroom with a mirror on the door. He hobbled toward the closet as quickly as the bonds on his ankles would permit and when I opened the door he saw that inside was a chair, which I motioned for him to sit on. Once he was seated, I securely tied him to the chair with rope. I reached down and seized his rock-hard cock in my hand and said, "Don't make a sound until I return. Do you understand?" He nodded his head and I walked out of the closet, closing the door behind me. He was left sitting in the darkness of the closet with a raging hard-on, not knowing what was going to happen to him now. He knew me well though and knew that I wouldn’t permit anything bad to happen, but he was still very nervous. He sat in darkness for at least a half-hour before he heard the bedroom light switch click and once the lights in the bedroom came on he was startled by the fact that he could see into the bedroom from within the closet. I had installed a one-way mirror on the closet door in place of the mirror that had been there. The entire room could be seen from where he was sitting but nobody could see him. He jiggled about in surprise as I entered the bedroom followed by a young man whom he had never seen before. I was still wearing the lingerie I had on earlier, but he was completely naked. He was in his early twenties and one of the local tradesmen who had done some work in the house. He had his hands all over me as he followed me onto the bed. Soon he was fucking me HARD from behind with a vengeance and we couldn’t help but moan loudly. I knew my ‘cupboard lover’ would be jealous, but extremely turned on at the same time. I knew that the more I was getting fucked and enjoying it, the more arousing it would be for him. His cock would be so hard that it would hurt. We paused briefly to change to the missionary position and the young stud didn't need any more encouragement as I lifted my legs up onto his shoulders. He started pumping like you wouldn't believe. I was moaning and trembling in orgasm as he continued forcing his large cock into my wet hole. I reached around his ass and tickled his balls with my fingernails. That was all it took for him to pump a load of hot cum into my pussy. As soon as his convulsions ceased, I told him that Charles would be home any minute and that he had better go. He quickly thanked me and left the bedroom to collect his clothes and leave. I remained on the bed with my legs spread, positioning myself so that my glistening, dripping pussy was pointed in the direction of the closet. Again, I knew his cock would be so hard now that it would feel as though he were sitting on a steel pipe. Once my second visitor had departed, I walked over to the closet, opened the door and he hoped that he would soon be released from his bonds, I looked down at his raging hard-on with a smile and said, "It looks like you enjoyed the show." he nodded in approval. I smiled a wicked smile as I untied him from the chair and removed the gag. "The fun's not over yet little slave." I said. "Now get onto your knees on the floor at the end of the bed." He hobbled, as before, over to the edge of the bed, not knowing what could possibly be in store for him now. When he got into position I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. Opening my legs, I stuck my finger into my still sopping hole. I then grabbed his balls with my other hand, eased my gooey finger out and held it up to his mouth. "Lick it slave!" I commanded, and he licked my finger like a lollipop until it was clean. He could taste the cum of the young stud that had just serviced me, mixed with my own sexual secretions. I giggled as I offered him another gooey finger to lick clean and said. "We've got to make sure we get every last drop, huh?" he nodded, and continued to lick and suck my finger. When I finished feeding him I looked down at his crotch and said, "I'll bet you'd like to relive some pressure." "Yes." he gasped, and it was all he could do to keep from cumming at this point. I just giggled and said, "Well, I don't want you to make a mess all over so just wait here a minute." I then left the room and quickly returned with a box of plastic wrap. I sat back down in front of him and unravelled a couple feet of it. "This ought to do," I said, as I tore the wrap from the box. I then carefully wrapped and sealed his engorged cock, forming a reservoir at the top. "Now you won't make a mess!" I said giggling. I then spread some lube all over the improvised condom and began firmly and strongly jerking him off, pumping his cock harder and harder until he couldn't take it any more and spurted every last drop of cum from his tormented cock. I watched as he quickly filled the reservoir at the tip of his cock. The last thing I did was to pull off that rubber band which was still tightly wrapped around his balls. As it twanged off, one more spurt of cum dripped out and was catapulted into the air. He collapsed with his head on the bed, both through sexual exhaustion and pain as the blood pumped back into his sac. We both knew that it wouldn’t be too long before he was ready and willing to resume …