Heaven and Hell at 1134 Erinyes Lane

I removed her shoes and set them aside and licked the tops of her feet, raised first one and the other, laving the bottoms.

Her toes were long and slender, I picked up her right foot and took all five toes into my mouth, holding them between my lips, I ran my tongue over them all then began to concentrate on individual toes, starting with her little toe, I sucked.

I ran the tip of my tongue between her toes, then sucked the next.

As I sucked Mistress started to squirm on her throne, her movements intensified, she trembled. When I’d finished with her left big toe I glanced up. Mistress had a dazed look, I thought, my God, she’d had an orgasm.

“Very good Thrall, very good for your first time; as your reward you may now clean me.”

She thrust her pelvis forward telegraphing her demand. I crawled to her.

The seat of her throne was wet under her, her lips were drenched.

I licked her outer labia, then split her lips with my tongue and cleaned her vulva. It was my first taste of my Mistress, she had a tangy, spicy flavor, I licked upward to her clitoris, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue, she gave a little shiver then slapped the back of my head.

“You haven’t earned that yet, maybe another time but not tonight.”

She stood and bent over holding the back of the chair for support, “Now finish.”

Her crinkled anus was wet with her juices, they’d flowed down, I licked her, tasting and savoring her earthy musk. I reamed her with the tip of my tongue; she sighed and pushed her hips back to meet my small invader. I had the crazy thought; she’s anal erotic, maybe I’d get a little backside play. I was right but I was wrong.

She straightened saying, “Clean the seat.”

Her ejaculate covered the leather under where she’d been seated; I licked it up.

She resumed her seat and commanded, “Put my shoes back on.”

My task completed she said, “You may rise.”

I stood; she led me to the sawhorse device and bent me over it then affixed the Velcro straps around my arms and legs, binding me, holding me in place.

‘This not punishment Thrall, you’ve done quite well for a neophyte. This is a reminder that you’re mine, to be crude, your ass is mine to do with as I choose.”

She struck me with her crop, a viscous biting blow, it brought tears to my eyes and I moaned.

She struck me again, I pleaded, “Please Mistress no more, oooh, oooh.”

She struck me again, I sobbed.

She struck me again, seven more slashing strokes, she’d reduced me to a whimpering ball of pain, I was in agony but my body was betraying me, I was sporting a huge erection.

“Just remember Thrall, if I punish I start with twenty lashes depending on the severity of the offense.”

She released me from the restraints and helped me stand.

There was a wicked glean in her eye, “Did you like that Thrall, did you like your spanking?”

“Nnnno, Mistress,” I stuttered between little whimpering gasps.

“This seems to say otherwise,” she said as she grasped my erection.

“This tells Mistress that her naughty boy did like it. Would you like to cum Thrall, would you like some relief?”

“Yyyys, Mistress,” I managed to get out.

“Yes, I thought so, come, Mistress will help her little Thrall.”

Using my penis like it was a handle she walked me to the exam table.

“Get up on there, on your back and scoot down to the end.”

I did as she instructed. The table had a cut-out at its base; I scooted down until my butt overhung the cut-out.

She affixed a Velcro strap around my chest, then lifted my legs into the stirrups and immobilized them.

She stepped away from the table and disappeared behind a chinese screen. A few moments later she reappeared.

She was standing between my splayed legs, I could only see her face and upper torso, her facial expression conveyed lust, arousal and pure lust.

I felt something cold being rubbed on my anus then she moved forward toward me.

I felt pressure then pain, a sharp lancing laceration, splitting me.

I wailed, “Aaaaaah,” as she forced her strap-on deep into my guts.

She stroked into me, not fast but long, powerful thrusts, going further and further into my bowels.

“Does my Thrall like how Mistress can take care of him, does he like it: huum, yes, I think so,” she said as she gripped my erection and jacked me in rhythm to thrusts.

I was mewling from the pain she was inflicting but if anything I wanted more, my cock was swollen, harder than I’d ever been, she felt it when I was ready to cum, she released me and pumped me harder, gripping my hips, she slammed into me.

I erupted, shot after shot of ropy cum gushed from me spewing over my belly, she held fast to my hips, pushed forward with her deepest intrusion and even in just her hands I could feel her shaking.

“Ooooh yessssss,” Mistress wailed, “Ooooh yessssss.”

She slumped back away from me, withdrawing her faux phallus from me. Unfastening my restraints she said, “Clean me Thrall.”

My cum coated body fell to its knees before her. She spread her legs; she was awash with her fluids, down the insides of both thighs. I cleaned her there then parted her labia and laved her vulva. Her vagina, her oh so desirable vagina, I sucked, vacuuming out her spicy nectar. Worse than a crack cocaine addiction, my craving for her taste, after only twice, I knew I’d endure any pain and humiliation she chose to inflict, just for another sip from her fountain of femininity.

“Get cleaned up Thrall, behind the screen there’s a basin, then come back here.”

I met her at the sawhorse; she’d donned her red robe.

“Thrall, our training for tonight is complete. We will meet here each Thursday at eight in the evening, please don’t be late. Tardiness merits punishment and we wouldn’t want that would we?”

“No Mistress.”

“I knew you’d understand.”

She had a small box in her hand.

“Before you go I have a present for you.”

From the box she took a butt plug.

“Any time you are in my presence, I expect you to be wearing this, whether here or at the office, you are to have it inserted.”

“Take it out at night and clean it. It has a battery, be certain that it is always charged. You can check like this.”

She twisted the base and it came alive.

“You can turn it on but do not change the setting. You understand what I desire?”

“Yes Mistress Carolyn,” I answered.

“Lean over the sawhorse.”

I did as she ordered, she slipped it in. It was slender, after the reaming she’d given me it went in easily.

“Thrall, I’ll know if you disobey, I’ll know if you’re empty, and that will earn punishment,” she said.

I felt a sensation, my eyes widened, “I’ll know,” she grinned at my discomfort, “Remote control.”

“I want to tell you the rules before you go:

When you enter here you are to immediately disrobe and crawl to me, I’ll give instructions from there regarding your training. Some evenings you may wash my feet as you did tonight. Other evenings you will be instructed to clean my bottom.

Here you will always address me as Mistress or Mistress Carolyn, outside, I’m Miss Lawrence.

She went through the remainder of the rules I was to live by. She ended by saying, if you obey the rules and perform satisfactorily, I may allow you to have intercourse with me; if you violate them you will be punished.

“Would you like to have intercourse with me Thrall; would you like to fuck me?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She slapped my face, not hard but she slapped me, “You’re a sassy boy aren’t you. You may get dressed now.”

When I went out the front door she followed. She was standing on the porch as I descended the steps.

“Good night Terry,” she said.

I turned back to her and smiled, “Good night Miss Lawrence.”

As I walked away I was engrossed in thought, maybe this was hell, perhaps she was a siren luring me but it was my personal hell and I’d be back, her fantastic spice still burned on my lips.