Steve Evans

As the car drove along, he thought about what had happened so far, he hadn’t in his wildest dreams expected the humiliating exit from the bar and the subsequent journey down the street, yet there was an incredible feeling of excitement growing in him.

After a short while, he felt the car come to a stop, the tailgate was lifted again and the leash was once more jerked to make him get out and go down on all fours.

Thank goodness there was no one around to see him this time as he was led into a luxurious apartment. He looked around in amazement.

Miss Treat seemed to pre-empt his thoughts,

“Yes slave, it is lovely. This apartment has been loaned to me for the weekend, it’s fortunate who one can meet in the world of BDSM, isn’t it?”

Luckily, she didn’t seem to expect a reply.

Closing the front door behind them, she pulled the leash tight, making him rise up onto his knees, before unclipping it. 

She looked at his trousers, torn and dirty at the knees, his hands too were black with filth from the street.

“You are disgusting!” she spat “Take those clothes off and clean yourself up, report to me in 15 minutes”

He crawled along the hallway, until he came across the bathroom where he spent the next 15 minutes scrubbing his body. There were no clothes other than the ones he had worn. He dared not put them on again, and so he left the bathroom naked, wearing only the collar. 

He wasn’t sure what to do next, so figured that getting back down onto his hands and knees might be the best option. Crawling to the door to the main lounge area he hesitated.

“Come here Steve Evans”

Miss Treat was sitting on a large leather sofa, she had discarded the coat and he could see she was wearing long, thigh length boots, short leather skirt and a tight vest, all in black.

His cock immediately became hard; crawling over to Miss Treat, he knelt at her feet and waited.

“Worship my boots, Steve Evans”

He started to rub his face against her boots, the delicious smell of leather filling his lungs, as he began to run his tongue slowly over the insteps and suck on the wickedly long heels.

His cock was throbbing as he licked and sucked his way up those boots, making them spotlessly clean for his Mistress. Eventually he reached the very top, where leather meets flesh. He could smell her skin which, together with the musky smell of her cunt and the leather, was making him almost delirious with desire; his balls were aching to cum. 

“That’s enough! Now drop back down on all fours”

Obediently he did as he was told.

Miss Treat stood up and lifting her skirt pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Picking them up she said,

“Open your mouth”

She pushed the panties into his mouth. He could taste they were wet with pussy juice; he closed his eyes and began sucking on them, moaning with increasing excitement as he did so.

He was hardly aware that she had walked behind him until he felt her pressing something smooth and cold against his ass. She was moving it around, gradually working it into him, sliding it deeper inside. It suddenly started to vibrate, and he realised what it was. The vibe was so powerful; he could feel it right through his balls, making him gasp with pleasure.

He felt Miss Treat straddling him, her bare wet cunt was on his back, then her hand came down hard on his buttocks; over and over again she spanked him.

The vibe buzzing in his ass, the feel of her hot cunt on his back as she spanked him, and the taste of her panties was too much. A deep moan escaped him as his treacherous cock began spurting his cum over the carpet. 

Her voice was icy calm,

“Clean it up!”

“Yes Miss Treat I’m sorry” He whimpered.

He felt himself trembling as he asked,

“Where shall I find the items to clean this up Miss Treat?”

“Use your tongue Steve Evans, if you act like a dumb beast, then you shall be treated like one”

He leant forward and began to lick his cum from the carpet. She climbed off his back and came and stood silently in front of him, watching him closely as he worked on the carpet with his mouth.

The vibrator was still buzzing in his ass, making his cock jerk and start to get hard again.

He felt her hand grab his hair and pull him up, and then he heard the words he had been longing for.

“Worship my cunt, slave”

“Oh yes Mistress”

She opened her legs wide and squatted a little, just enough for him to fix his mouth over her smooth, shaven pussy. He felt ecstatic as he started to explore her soaking wet cunt with his tongue, pushing it deep into her hole and wriggling it around, trying to lap the very walls of her sex, he sucked out as much of the delicious juice as he could, then finding her clit, he began to suck and nibble.

Her hands held his head like a vice, and she started to grind on his face, then threw back her head and cried out as an intense orgasm rocked her body. Her milky cum was flooding his face and he began up lapping the sweet juice.

Looking down at him, she smiled and said

“Are you ready for a proper drink slave?”

“Mmmmmmmm…” He mumbled into her cunt”

Still holding his head tight, she slowly released a stream of piss into his mouth.

He simply gulped the amber liquid, taking long swallows, desperate not to let any spill out. Hungry for every drop, his mouth remained clamped to her long after she had finished.

Finally, she stepped back and said,

“I may just have to keep you as my slave, Steve Evans”

Steve Evans gazed up at her with total adoration, and smiled.