Mistress Anna

Her hand disappeared under her skirt for a moment and then she pulled it out drawing one of her fingers across my mustache. Though she claims this is her way of making me more attentive to her needs, she knows how torturous this is to me and takes great pleasure in it.

I wasn't always like this. Sometimes you don't even recognize your deepest desires until you understand what they mean. I was like the typical guy when it came to sex in a lot of ways. I viewed orally pleasuring a woman as an appetizer, just a tease to awaken the taste buds before the main course arrived.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it and of course considered myself good at it, but it wasn't until I discovered who I am as a sexual being that I recognized that my desire for it was stronger than my desire for sex itself.

Mistress Anna knew this and took full advantage. She loved to watch me squirm. The power she felt over me *********** her. Her displays of this power *********** me.

My breathing became faster as I became aroused by her scent and I began to kiss her passionately while exploring her body with my hands. She just laughed being quite pleased with herself and pushed me away halfheartedly only to allow me to do it again just to repeat the process.

"Stay" she ordered as if talking to a dog. I stood still in front of her obediently as she reached under my shirt. My eyes widened in fear as I inhaled deeply. I instinctually grabbed for her arms to stop her and the expression on her face became very stern. "Put your hands behind your back now" she demanded. Slowly, I complied.

My nipples have always been sensitive. Ok, that's putting it mildly. Though playing with them alone cannot bring me to orgasm, I become more aroused from attention to them than my penis itself. In fact, it's difficult for me to orgasm without some nipple play involved. When she began to reach for them, I panicked because I knew how aroused I would get and I also knew she had no intention of granting me any form of relief.

"Good boy" she whispered in my ear as she leaned against me, caressing my nipples. I began alternating between soft moaning sounds and pouting noises as my facial expressions also revealed my struggle between the intense pleasure that was heightening my desire for her and the knowledge that she was just teasing me with no relief in sight.

When I could no longer take it, I pulled her arms away. Yes, I was afraid of the repercussions, but I needed a break even if it cost me. To my surprise though, she chuckled with delight the way she does when she's quite pleased with herself. "Awww" she mocked, as if consoling a *****, "Is that more than the little bitch can handle?"

"Yes mistress" I replied. She put her forehead against mine as she slowly undid my pants and let them fall to the ground. I let out a soft moan as she began slowly stroking my small but very erect penis with on hand and gently rubbing the back of my head with the other. Though my initial moan was more of an inadvertent sigh of relief that she wasn't angry with me, I began moaning softly in her ear as she had moved her head next to mine while continuing to lovingly stroke my penis.

When she saw that I was aroused enough for an orgasm soon, she stopped stroking and lowered her hands to my balls. Fondling them delicately she questioned in a whisper, "Who owns your balls?"

"You do, mistress" I whispered back a bit nervously.

"Say it louder" she ordered. I complied. "Is that all?" she inquired while strengthening her grip on the back of my head.

"Mistress Anna, you own all of me, my mind, body and soul" I began, "You are the reason for my existence. I exist solely to serve you, your every need, whim and desire. My every breath is a reminder that you are the reason I am alive." Though these may have been my true feelings, I was laying it on thick and quick being a bit nervous about where her other hand was and that it had gone still while cupping my goods.

I was beginning to relax a little when the tension on the back of my head let up and she once again began gently rubbing the back of my head. My fears however, were not unwarranted as the grip with her other hand became more firm. "Relax" she whispered consolingly. "Just breathe."

I wanted to relax but I was getting even tenser at her words. I began to breathe heavily as her grip on my balls became even more firm as did her grip on the back of my head. "Calm down, you big baby" she barked. "If you truly live for my existence, you'll have no problem following this simple instruction."

Ok, I thought, that I could get my head around. I can do this. I just need to focus on this as being something I need to endure for her.

"That's it" she praised in a soothing manner, "just block out the pain. Good boy." She knew I would do anything to hear those two simple words of praise. They were actually enough to allow me to relax.

Her hand slipped away from the back of my head and I began to pull away from her, relieved that this was all over. To my surprise though, I quickly got slapped in the face... hard. Before I could react by trying to flee, she had her hand on the back of my head again calming me with gentle hushing sounds.

After I settled down she asked while once again tightening her grip on my balls, "Do you understand now, just how loving I am to you?" Being a little terrified, I was as silent as I had ever been but my body language gave me away. I didn't know what the fuck she was talking about. "Do you?" she questioned again.

"Yes, mistress" I replied.

Again, she slapped me as hard as she had the first time and again she held her face against mine offering hushing sounds but this time it made me more afraid of her than I had ever been, especially since she still had me by the balls, literally. Even though the hushing sounds made me question whether or not I was truly safe with her, it eventually it actually began to calm me down. I began feeling closer to her.

Being too tired to keep my guard up, I began to relax a little. As I did, I began to once again notice the pain between my legs as she squeezed just a little bit harder.

"Because your intelligence is so inferior to my own, I will explain to you why I slapped you" she stated while looking me in the eyes and pausing for effect before delivering the last word of that sentence, "twice. When we play these little sexual games, we are both very vulnerable."

Again I was quiet but again my facial expression gave me away. How in the fuck does she think she's being vulnerable when she's the one that has total control? After easily reading my mind she sighed in disgust and added, "And men think they are intellectually superior."

"Anyway" she began again and paused as if class had been interrupted by a stupid question.

"Sorry," I said and looked down at my feet.

With that, she let go of my balls and stepped back. Her tone changed as she continued, "Your vulnerability may be a bit more obvious than mine but make no mistake I am being vulnerable."

I could tell by her demeanor that she let go of my balls not because I apologized but because she was about to open up to me. I set my intention to lovingly listen. "As my slave, anything you do in opposition to my demands you get punished for. And when I am particularly pleased with your behavior you get praised. You have a strong desire for both. I have a strong desire to have you give me that power over you. These have become expressions of our love."

"Anything that threatens that power hurts me" my heart sank as she continued. "In a sense, you take away your love. Because you desire punishment, I understand your occasional misbehavior. But when you grabbed my arms, you took away the power you gave to me and it hurt. Of course, I played it off by laughing it off but you didn't even apologize or console me in any way. You can't do that."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know" I explained with great remorse.

"I know you didn't. Guys are so stupid" she stated, cracking a smile while shaking her head.

"That's why I punished you in a very startling way, one you weren't used to. So you'd remember. You're still red" she pointed out chuckling. "Mixing punishment with fear and confusion is a very powerful technique that not only restores power to its rightful place, me, it messes with your mind."

She laughed a mildly evil laugh and continued, "Just think, that was such a mild display of how I can easily scare you. That level of fear was like a two on a scale of one to ten. Just think of what I can do to you when you're tied up, hurting you more, consoling you more, confusing you more. Just the thought is getting me wet."

"Text Joe and let him know I'm down to fuck. Tell him to give me a couple of hours to get ready though." She noticed the disappointment in my eyes as my head dropped so she lifted my head and explained further "You didn't really think I was going to let your puny little dicklet near me after what you did here today, did you? Look, I know that out of all your friends you think Joe is the biggest asshole because he likes to belittle you but that's kind of what makes it hot for me."

"But he doesn't just do it when he's here to be with you. He does it all the time" I protested. "If he wasn't so ingrained in my circle of friends, I would have ditched him as a friend a long time ago." I looked toward Mistress Anna to see if my argument had the desired effect. To my dismay, she had a huge grin on her face. "That only made him more attractive to you, didn't it?"

She just giggled. I just sighed in disappointment. "Oh baby, it's ok" she assured in a soft sweet voice while putting her hand gently on my arm. "We just went through this. The more pain you can endure for me, the more I feel loved. You want me to feel loved, right?"

"Yes," I replied managing a smile. I loved her so much, that in and of itself scared me. No one has ever understood me like she does. "You know me better than myself. It... it's scary."

"I know baby" she assured. "It's scary for me too. This is why you need to listen to me and do what I say. You need to remember, you can never assert even the mildest dominance over me. It threatens our relationship and I'm not going to let you do that. Now send the text and get the razor."

Sending that text was humiliating. Joe knows what I mean when I text, "she's ready for another go, are you busy?" But when I get a text back asking me who's ready for another go, then he wants to know what I mean by, another go. It's not good enough that he just received an invitation to fuck my mistress, he has to rub it in my face by making me text it.

"Oh, well next time just be more clear about it. Anna just can't keep her hands off me, huh?" he texted back. I wanted to explain that it wasn't about him it was about Anna and I. I wanted to explain to him in the same manner in which it was explained to me what an amazing expression of our love it represents. But I know he would once again make me look like a complete and utter idiot if I did and I couldn't risk Anna's disapproval of me. So I just told him she couldn't stop talking about what a great lover he is so I thought maybe she'd be quiet for a while about you if he came over and satisfied her like I clearly couldn't.

"Yeah, a woman like that needs a real man from time to time I suppose. Guess I could come over in a couple of hours if you give me a little gas money." he texted back. I told you he was an asshole. I texted him that I had $20 I could give him but after he complained about the price of gas and how bad of fuel mileage his truck got, I had to agree to $50.

"He even suggested that I wash his truck while he was busy with you since I would have some free time and he wouldn't be able to get to it. I told him he was pressing his luck and that he should use some of the gas money I agreed to give him" I explained, replying to Anna's interest into how the text exchange went. "Can you believe that guy?" I was in the middle of shaving Mistress Anna's private area smooth. I loved shaving her private area. We both love it actually. She feels pampered when I do it, it gives me a long viewing opportunity and it allows her to tease me about having to prepare her for another man.

"I think it's a great idea" she proclaimed, seemingly giddy at the idea. After seeing my reluctance, she added, "for me?" Looking at that sweet, excited face batting eyelashes at me, I knew I would soon be washing Joe's truck while he was inside fucking the love of my life.

That fucking asshole, I thought. "Anything for you my love" I replied.

As she was showering I gathered up the supplies to wash his truck. When it was about thirty minutes before Joe was supposed to arrive, Anna beckoned me into the room. She was lying on the bed in a lacy lingerie outfit, well except the panties. "You know what to do," she said expectantly as she spread her legs.

This in and of itself was going to be torturous. While I cherished going down on Mistress Anna more than anything, this was different. It wasn't that I was preparing her for another man. It wasn't that I was preparing her for asshole Joe. It was that I would not be allowed to bring her to orgasm. It was my job to take it slow and bring her to the brink of orgasm again and again without letting her have one. While I love doing this when I will be the recipient of her extreme passion afterward, getting her that riled up for someone else's benefit made me want to cry. Doing it for Joe's benefit made me livid.

I got so mad thinking about it I almost made her cum just to be a dick. But I held back just enough and about that time Joe walked in and ordered me off the bed. "Don't you look pretty?" he said. "Doesn't my woman look pretty?"

"She looks radiant" I replied staring at her in awe.

"Don't look at my woman like that!" he shouted as he bowed up a little.

"Yes sir" I replied. I had to call him sir when he was in my house.

"Well, what are you standing around for, pervert? Get outside and clean my truck" I started to reply but he added, "and don't forget to clean the inside. You may not be able to satisfy a woman's needs so at least prove to her you're good at something."

They finally started ignoring me and began kissing. I started walking out of the room when I heard him speaking to Anna. "That's right baby, you need a man with a real cock, don't you?"

As I went outside all I could think was maybe washing his truck could take my mind off it.
It didn't.


(to be continued?)

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