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The Dungeon Mistress - part 2
You stand before Connor, your hands on your hips as you survey his naked body. He’s kneeling on the floor, his wrists bound behind him and his ankles tied to a spreader bar. His cock is hard, bobbing slightly with each breath he takes.
You circle him slowly, admiring the way the dim light of the dungeon casts shadows across his skin. He shivers as your fingertips brush against his shoulders, down his chest, and around his nipples.
‘So, Connor,’ you say, your voice low and seductive. ‘What shall we do with you today?’
He looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire and anticipation. ‘Whatever you want, Mistress.’
You smile. ‘Good boy.’
You walk over to a nearby table and pick up a riding crop, testing its weight in your hand. Connor’s eyes follow your every move, his breathing growing faster as he watches you approach.
‘I think it’s time we explored some impact play,’ you say, running the tip of the crop along his arm. ‘How does that sound?’
He swallows hard. ‘Yes, Mistress. I trust you.’
You nod, satisfied with his answer. You begin by tapping the crop against his thighs, then his chest, and finally his cock. Each tap is gentle at first, but you gradually increase the force behind each blow.
Connor gasps and moans as the sensations build, his body tensing with each strike. You can see the pleasure and pain mixing together on his face, and it’s a sight that fills you with excitement.
You move behind him, delivering sharp smacks to his buttocks with the crop. He yelps and arches his back, thrusting his hips towards you as if seeking more contact.
‘You like that?’ you ask, your voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘Is my little sub enjoying himself?’
‘Yes, Mistress!’ he cries out. ‘Please, don’t stop!’
You chuckle and continue the onslaught, alternating between soft caresses and hard smacks. Connor writhes beneath your touch, his moans growing louder with each passing moment.
Finally, you strike him hard across the center of his back, causing him to cry out in pleasure and pain. His cock throbs, and you can see the desperate need for release in his eyes.
‘Are you ready to come?’ you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘Do you want me to let you cum?’
He nods frantically. ‘Yes, Mistress! Please!’
You smile and lean down, pressing your lips to his ear. ‘Very well,’ you say, your voice low and seductive. ‘But first, I have one more surprise for you.’
You reach into a nearby drawer and pull out a small, black box. Connor’s eyes widen as you open it, revealing a set of nipple clamps connected by a fine chain.
‘These are called clover clamps,’ you explain, running your fingers over the soft, rubber tips. ‘They’re designed to provide a mix of pleasure and pain.’
Connor swallows hard, but he doesn’t protest as you attach the clamps to his nipples. He winces as they bite down, the pressure sending shockwaves of sensation through his body.
You step back and admire your handiwork, then turn your attention back to Connor. ‘Now,’ you say, ‘you may come.’
He doesn’t need to be told twice. With a loud groan, he thrusts his hips forward, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum onto the floor in front of him. He pants and shudders, the pleasure coursing through his body as he rides out the intense orgasm.
You watch him with satisfaction, enjoying the sight of his release after such an intense scene. As his breathing slows and his muscles relax, you remove the clover clamps from his nipples, careful not to cause any further discomfort.
‘That was incredible,’ Connor says, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘Thank you, Mistress.’
You smile down at him, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction in his growth as a submissive. ‘You’re welcome, Connor. I’m glad you enjoyed it.’
You stand before Connor, slowly unbuttoning your leather corset, revealing your toned stomach and ample cleavage. His eyes are glued to you as he watches with anticipation. You smile, knowing the effect your body has on him.
‘You’re going to love what I have planned for you tonight, Connor,’ you say, teasingly. ‘Prepare yourself for an experience like no other.’
Connor’s heart races as he takes in your words and the sight of your half-naked body. He can hardly believe that he’s about to engage in another intense BDSM session with you, YN, the confident and skilled domme who has been pushing his limits since their first meeting.
After removing your corset, you turn around, giving Connor a view of your tight, round ass encased in black leather pants. You bend over slightly, allowing him to see the thin strip of lace that connects the front and back of your panties.
‘Mistress, please don’t stop,’ Connor pleads as you continue to remove articles of clothing at a tantalizingly slow pace. His cock throbs in anticipation, straining against his pants.
You chuckle and turn back around to face him, your hands on your hips. ‘Don’t worry, Connor,’ you say with a wicked grin. ‘I’m just getting started.’
You walk over to the St. Andrew’s cross in the center of the room and gesture for Connor to approach. He does so eagerly, his eyes never leaving your body as he steps forward.
‘Bind him,’ you command, and your subordinate quickly moves to secure Connor’s wrists and ankles to the cross with leather restraints. Once he is secured, you step back to admire your handiwork.
Connor looks up at you, his eyes filled with excitement and anticipation. You run a finger down his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles before circling his nipples. He shivers in response.
‘Are you ready for this, Connor?’ you ask, your voice low and seductive.
‘Yes, Mistress,’ he replies, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod and pick up a flogger from the nearby table. ‘Then let’s begin.’
With that, you start to warm him up with light flogging, alternating between his chest, stomach, and thighs. Connor gasps as the leather strands make contact with his skin, sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through his body.
As you continue to flog him, you notice that he’s starting to get hard. You smile to yourself, knowing that you’re pushing all the right buttons.
After several minutes of warm-up, you move on to more intense single-tail whipping. The sound of the whip cracking through the air is like music to your ears as you watch Connor’s body jerk and twist with each strike.
‘How does that feel, Connor?’ you ask, your voice dripping with desire. ‘Do you like the sensation of my single-tail? Is it everything you dreamed it would be?’
Connor can only manage a strangled moan in response as he struggles to process the intense sensations coursing through his body.
You continue to whip him mercilessly, alternating between his front and back, making sure to cover every inch of his exposed skin. Connor’s moans grow louder, and you can tell by the way his cock is throbbing that he’s close to orgasm.
But you’re not done with him yet. You blindfold him, heightening his senses and making the whip play even more intense as he can only react to the stinging sensations without knowing when or where they will come from.
As you continue to whip him, you bring your face close to his ear and whisper, ‘I wonder if you can guess where my whip will land next?’
Connor shakes his head, unable to speak as he focuses on the sensations coursing through his body. You laugh softly and continue your game of cat and mouse, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp strikes with the whip.
After what feels like an eternity, you decide it’s time for the grand finale. You remove the blindfold and pick up your riding crop from the table. Connor’s eyes widen as he sees the instrument of pleasure-pain in your hand.
You tease him with the crop, running it along his chest and stomach before delivering precise, stinging blows to his nipples and inner thighs. Each strike sends a jolt of electricity through Connor’s body, making him cry out in pleasure and pain.
You continue to torment him with the riding crop, alternating between soft caresses and sharp strikes until he’s on the verge of orgasm. But you don’t let him come just yet. You want to make him beg for it.
‘Not yet, Connor,’ you say, your voice firm but seductive. ‘You’re not allowed to come until I give you permission.’
Connor whimpers in frustration as he tries desperately to hold back his orgasm. You smile at his predicament and continue to tease him mercilessly with the riding crop, bringing him closer and closer to the edge without letting him fall over.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you decide it’s time. ‘You may come now, Connor,’ you say, your voice dripping with desire.
With a strangled cry, Connor orgasms intensely, his body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him. You watch with satisfaction as he rides out the intense climax, knowing that you’ve pushed him to new heights once again.
After his orgasm subsides, you untie Connor from the St. Andrew’s cross and help him down. He collapses into your arms, both of you breathing heavily as you catch your breath.
‘Mistress, that was…unbelievable,’ Connor gasps. ‘Thank you for pushing me to new heights.’
You smile and stroke his hair gently. ‘It was my pleasure, Connor. I’m glad you enjoyed it.’
As you hold each other close, you discuss future BDSM scenes with Connor, asking him if there are any other fantasies he would like to explore in their next session. He mentions a few ideas, and you agree to meet again soon to continue exploring your shared passion for BDSM and pushing each others limits.
For now, though, you’re content to simply hold Connor close, both of you feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and connection after your intense experience together.