The sun was shining brightly as I walked up the driveway. My first encounter with the Mistress was about to begin and I was excited. I had a hunch I would not be disappointed.
After a brief chat I was instructed to undress and sit in the chair in the middle of the room. And she began to ask questions in a sweet manner that carried a stern tone.
I secretly thought to myself, it's a shame I'm not a safe cracker in a darkened loft somewhere because I could definitely cut through four inches of steel with this erection.
And said erection began its journey of being teased, cropped, kneaded, pinned, squeezed, slapped, jerked, pulled and a host of sensations I couldn't begin to describe. I was brought to such a state of arousal I began humping air. I was almost relieved when this torture began to subside because it was taking every bit of concentration I had to keep from coming.
Soon I was on my knees and absorbing blows from a variety of instruments skillfully applied to my backside and upper thighs. Her words I almost couldn't comprehend but they were caressing, cool and smooth like calm water.
My ass was soon invaded and I began to climb to higher levels of ecstasy. I could only answer her questions with slurred mumbles and grunts. I glanced down and watched my penis take several swats from her riding crop. She had me lick the ooze from the leather tip.
I was led to the bedroom and the next thing I can recall her crotch was smothering me. What a tease it was to have all that sweetness filling my nostrils. "Thank you, Mistress." I muttered.
My orgasm came on like a thundering herd of wild horses. The Spindletop oil strike never brought a gusher such as what spewed in to the cosmos from my loins that moment.
Nearing my house an hour and fifteen minutes later my cock began to get hard as I reveled in the glow. I could not wait to email her and express my love and gratitude. It was a wonderful afternoon.
