Chapter 11

Penny knocks hesitantly on my office door.

“Come in.” I bark. I’m concentrating on sorting invoices as the team is low today. I’m grumpy because it means I have to actually work.

“There’s been a delivery for you,” Penny stutters.

“Bring it in then, chop, chop. I’m busy.” My gaze doesn’t leave the pile of documents I’m analysing. “Do I need to sign at all, Penny?” I look up, and my eyes widen with surprise.

“Erm no, but I think you’ll need a big vase. I’ll go get the one from the conference room.”

The bunch of flowers thrust into my arms, is well, far more than a bunch. A rainforest, a cornucopia, a super-sized bunch of flowers and foliage. I can barely contain it in my hands, and I’m relieved when Penny comes back, carrying a vase that looks like a bucket, half filled with water. She places it on top of my desk on a file then removes the flowers from my hands.

“Thanks Penny,” I grace her with a smile, which brings a blush to her cheeks before she scurries back to the floor. As soon as the door is locked, I sweep through the flowers, and find the little card attached at the base.

Thank you for last night, it was a fantasy come true. See you tonight, Mistress. Love, Nick xx

A fantasy come true eh? That means I didn’t push him far enough, fuck. Ah well, he was punished, I had a wicked orgasm and all is good. Not to mention the biggest soap star on TV is my bitch. Oh yes, I like it, I like it very much. Sniffing the heady scent of fuscias, lilies, orchids and more I smile, smirk even. I adore being in control, and to be in control of my fantasy lover, the man I’ve lusted for from afar for years and years is very, very sweet indeed.

As he walks through the opened door, I can see on his face the recognition that we’re not going out to dinner. On the way home I bought a new outfit - well, most of me is out of it, so it seems a suitable name for it.

It’s all leather straps and studs. The bottom is a soft leather harness, ready to take whatever I want to force up his arse (if I feel that way inclined) and apart from the straps around my thighs and middle, my crotch is totally exposed. The top is beautiful. Leather straps curve over my shoulders, a wider bar slips under my breasts, curving out to a ledge which pushes up my exposed boobs, making them look even more magnificent than in their natural glory. I love the scent of it too, the deep raw tanned scent hits me directly in the loins. I love wearing this kinky little number and I love the look he gives me in it.

To complete my look I have a simple one lash whip in my left hand, and a leather lead and empty spiked collar in the other.

“Strip slave, kneel before me.”

He shuts the door and rips at his clothes, his blue eyes almost out on stalks as he takes in my dominant beauty. From the tippy top of my high pony tail to the tippy toe of my gorgeous, spike heeled shoes.

I hear material rip and see a button pop off his shirt as he pulls the white material away from him viciously. His belt is whipped open as he kicks off his shoes, then the tight blue jeans pool to the floor and he hops out of them to awkwardly remove his socks and lastly his tight little briefs.

He’s already fully erect, fuck. I love seeing that cock, it’s magnificent. He kneels before me and I take a moment to appreciate the sight of him down there on his knees, his blond head bowed, his eyes on my kinky shoes and his hands clasped behind his back.

I press my hand down on his head, then screw a length of his hair in my hand, yanking his head up, forcing his eyes to meet mine.

“I bought you a present boy. Let’s try it on for size.” I grab the collar and letting go of his hair I slip the wide leather band round his neck, being careful of the slightly rounded spikes sticking out of it. I buckle it up, running my finger between it and his neck, like I’m fitting a collar to a dog.

“Ah, perfect.” I pick up the end of the lead and tug on it. “On all fours, slave. I’m taking my pet for a walk.” He waddles on hands and knees beside me as I trot around my small living space. “Oh you wiggle your bottom wonderfully,” I snap down the whip on it as we walk, loving the snapping noise as it smarts his buttocks. “I will have to take you out on your lead won’t I puppy? Oh yes, my pet would love to go to the park with Mistress leading him on his lead. We could play fetch, and you could roll in the grass. Wait for a nice hot day doggy, and we’ll do that.”

I walk home round for a while longer, every now and then catching his rump with the whip. His knees should be aching by now.

“Sit.” I command, and he sits back on his heels. “Good boy. I think my sweet pet deserves a treat. Yes a treat for my lil’ good boy!” I ruffle his hair and speak in that coochy voice pet owners so often use. I walk over to the couch and sit down right on the edge. I lean my body back, spreading my thighs wide open.

“Come on, come and lick up your treat, doggy.” He crawls over as quickly as he can and his face is forced into my crotch powerfully, almost painfully. His tongue laps, like a thirsty animal at a bowl of cool water. I growl my appreciation as his tongue plunges up and down my cunt, searching out all my favourite little spots of arousal, digging inside of me to flick his tongue over my G-spot, making me leak more fluids and squirm with the intense pleasure. I let him lick and lap and suck and kiss me to a pounding orgasm.

My fingers dig into his head, twisting at his hair and I force more of my crotch into his face as he sucks on my pulsating clit. My body throbs and shakes with the intense force of orgasm.

“OK, Mistress’s good boy. For making me come so hard on your sweet tongue you get a prize.”

I pass him a condom packet and get down on all fours.

“Come on doggy, fuck me.”

It takes him moments to rear up on his sore knees behind my butt and to pull open my buttocks. Swiftly he presses his whole length into me. He rams it in and out of me so fast that I feel my arms crumble beneath the force and I end up with my cheek pressed hard against the laminate floor while he hammers away at my cunt. It takes only a minute of thrusting for him to get to the point of orgasm.

“Fill my cunt.” I command, taking pity on him, and well, I’ve had my pleasure now and I’m hungry. The sooner he finishes, the sooner I eat.

“Thank you Mistress.” His orgasmic cry extends the last syllable in an oh so clichéd manner as he erupts inside of me. He crumples back in an exhausted heap. I sit up. “What do you want to order in for dinner? I fancy a curry myself.”

I throw a large T-shirt over my dom gear and answer the door to the take away man. He takes plenty of time looking at my legs, and I wonder how he’d might have enjoyed being greeted by me in just what’s underneath the t-shirt.

“So how was your day?” I ask Nick as we nibble on popadums and mango chutney.

“So-so.” he replies. “I’ve been waiting for it to be over, so I could come and see you. It was a boring day till I walked in to see you in that outfit. Fuck, that’s hot.”

I didn’t say anything but inside I groaned. Why couldn’t he leave the sex alone for five seconds? I’m hungry; I want to enjoy my food with a side order of mundane conversation.

“Thanks for the flowers.” I comment, hoping to draw the conversation away from the sexual.

“Oh it’s my pleasure, I wanted you to know just how much I...” he stumbles, as if he were going to say something, then thought better of it. “...how much I appreciate what you do for me. I love how you make me feel, how you indulge my fantasy.”

If only he knew I wasn’t indulging his fantasy, but playing a power game that ups my pleasure eh? Men, always so damn selfish. They always think I do it for them. Do they not hear my orgasms, feel my come gushing over their lips?

“It’s my pleasure.” I smile, then dig into my madras.

“I thought I’d never find someone to do this for me, you know. I’ve had to be so careful, especially since joining Dobson’s Digs. I thought I’d never meet someone who would indulge me like this. You’re out of this world Caitlyn.”

I blush a little, I always enjoy hearing out and out praise. “Thank you Nick. You’re a great little slave to my Mistress.”

Oh bugger, back to the sex again!

“I don’t ever want to indulge in vanilla sex again, Mistress. I want to be your sex slave forever.”

I’m not sure which part of that sentence is the scarier, the forswearing anything but mistress/slave sex or the forever bit. I quite like the forever bit, my whole celeb mag dream could come true, but nothing but power play sex from now to forever more? I can’t imagine making a baby doing that kind of thing at all. You want slow, sexy, loving stuff to make your kids, right?

I just mumble into my curry and a silence descends, well semi-silence, the slurping and chomping sounds aside. I finish off, and I fall back into the plushness of the sofa back, bloated and very full. I fall back and the t-shirt lifts up, my bare crotch is laid bare. I notice Nick looking, and since he’s still strip jack naked, it’s hard to miss the hardening of his cock and I suddenly wish I’d not thrown myself back.

Before I can blink, he’s on his knees before me.

“Please use me for your pleasure Mistress. I beg you, please. I need to satisfy you, I must satisfy you.”

I’m not at all aroused, and I’m bloated, but I know the quickest way to finish this off. Spreading my thighs I reply.

“Lick Mistress’s cunt then slave, give me pleasure.”

His lips reach my intimate ones and his tongue begins its expert journey up and down my crack. I’m not particularly amused, but I moan and gasp as appropriate, but when he really sets to town on my clit, I decide I have to do something, my clit is not happy at being ravaged right now.

“Stop!” I yell. “Stand up!”

He stands before me and I drop to my knees before him. “My pleasure is to taste your cock. Fill my mouth slave, Mistress needs to taste the essence of your servitude on her tongue.” I’m impressed with how sexy it sounds considering I’m not in the least bit aroused.

Back to the blowjob, I know what I’m doing here to bring him to his completion. I slip my mouth around him, and I mentally switch off. My mouth goes through the motions, no engagement or emotion.

The juices hitting the back of my throat are the indication for me to stop. I stand up and smile, then pull a fake yawn and hope it’s as convincing as my blow job.

“Mistress is going to have to sleep now. Goodnight slave.”

I peck him on the cheek, and he squeezes me in his arms for a moment, then I walk determinedly to my bedroom, leaving him to see himself out.