The Dream by Lady Maisy

The Dream
Maisy Dollinger


Sara had talked to Paul on numerous occasions about branding him, when he was hers during a long distance relationship, but she knew that he would only ever be branded by her hand and hers alone.  Paul had now moved into a position where he flew to different locations around the globe and it would only be a matter of time till he landed somewhere near London.

It was an unusually hot and humid August in London,  Sara had awoken that morning with an excitement, knowing his flight was due to land at about 1pm.  A car had been arranged to pick up her boy Sara met the driver first and gave him a small jiffy bag to be given to Paul when he was in the car.

During the weeks leading up to the trip Paul had been given instructions and was now in a state where he was just about willing to do anything he was ordered.  His balls were so full of cum and his cock would swell and push against his tight tiny whities every time he received a message from Sara with a new instruction.

After passing through security and before boarding the plane, he was instructed to place a tight steel cock ring round his cock and heavy balls, she wanted him to travel as if her fingers were wrapped around what was hers...gripping him...pulling him to her.  He was told to wear loose clothing but to control himself.  That cock was a loose cannon now and was peeking up and down on a regular basis…. the tension of knowing his instruction fought with his constant arousal left him feeling full of emotions and lustful anticipation for the journey ahead.  He had dreamt of making this trip for many years.  It was going to be a long flight and he was told to sleep as he would be needing to be rested for her.  She had plans to use him and to waste him, over and over… These thoughts permeated his dreams, he would be woken by his cock feeling the steel cock ring grip tighter, the pain making him harder.... imagining her voice, trying to get control of his cock.

When he landed he was met by the man Sara had sent.  The man was dressed in a casual suit holding up a sign for Mr Smallcock... a name Sara found amusing knowing how Paul would flush when he saw it.  As Paul approached he looked for Sara, sure she may have been watching him, but there was no sign.

The driver led Paul to his car, a standard saloon car, smaller than the ones Paul is used to travelling in, but as Sara had taught Paul, this is a small country with small roads, we need small cars.

Sara had arranged a package for Paul, a small envelope addressed simply to “Sara's” it was a soft package and as Paul opened it his cock instantly swelled as he pulled out a pair of purple Chantilly lace panties, with a note “wet from my morning masturbation as you were flying to see me…with love always Sara x”

Paul raised the panties up to his face… inhaling the musky aroma… closing his eyes… letting his tongue trace along the smooth moist gusset… tasting her.  He had dreamt of this moment for many years and he had to pull himself together as he realised he was moaning now audibly and leaving a noticeable wet mark in his on pants.

He held the panties and the note feeling flushed and happy and had no idea where they were or where they were heading.

The driver adjusted his rear view mirror and said to Paul.  “That is quite a lady who sent me pick you up. Very mysterious”

After driving for about 40 minutes, they arrived to a really ornate looking old world tattoo parlour and body modification shop.  A heavily tattooed lady opened the door and said “You must be Paul, come with me, Sara is waiting”

Paul looked back at the driver who just ushered him away “Don’t worry about your things, I'm going to take them to your hotel for you”... “have fun”

The lady who Paul thought was the owner led him to a back room, there was an electric reclining tattoo chair in the centre of the room and a fire burning in the corner, which made the room very warm on this hot this summers day.

“I hope you had a safe flight, but we have no time to chat, I will prepare you and leave you” she said to Paul, who was breathing heavily, he knew Sara was close he knew her perfume, her scent filled the air.  He knew her perfume from the scented packages he had been sent over the years... his heart raced.

“You need to get naked Paul and get on the chair, there is nothing to worry about”

It was unusual for Paul to be so quiet but Sara was close, listening, hearing his breath… his anticipation, it made her very happy… and twitchy.

Once naked Paul was strapped down using medical grade leather cuffs, attaching him at his neck, upper arms, wrists, waist, thighs and ankles.   There would be no moving.  The woman asked Paul where the package was and retrieved the panties from his jacket pocket, placing them now in his mouth as a gag.   Paul inhaled and sucked on the panties… cock now fully erect, waiting to be used.  The blindfold was the last to be put on and  it was such torment, he had wanted to see Sara walk in the room...the excitement and frustration battled within him.

Hard to move his head now, all Paul could hear was the poking of the fire followed by low voices, one he was sure belonged to Sara… this was the moment he had longed for....yearned and ached for….

Sara opened the door, and slowly walked towards Paul, kissing his head and resting her head there smiling happy… her boy, her toy, her rock… finally naked and bound ready to be used anyway she saw fit….

Sara and Paul had often talked of waxing him and there was a lot of hair to remove, it could have been fun, but it never happened… Sara had planned to remove the hair and prepare him her way.  She had some irons heating in the fire and told Paul he had to lie very very still… while she was telling him this her hand gripped his cock and pumped it, smearing the precum over his dickhead with her thumb, letting her nail flick the PA … he was moaning and nodding listening… but oh so very aroused.

Taking the small thin iron, she told Paul she did not want to sear him just yet… and to be very still…her fingers rolled the iron skillfully close to his flesh, he could feel the heat… the smell of hair singeing filling the room, mixed with the scent of her and her panties which filled his mouth, it was becoming the intoxicating cocktail that most boys could only ever dream of.

Paul stayed still and Sara worked various irons over his torso, his arms and his legs…. pleased with her work… she climbed on top of him…slid off his blindfold...looked him deep in his eyes and told him how happy she was he was finally there and how proud she was.  Paul was mumbling, visibly trembling...his cock now pushing against her…. she was amused and rose above his cock, squatting over it, teasing it, letting the PA run along her clit touching her hood piercing… Sara knew by fucking him there would be no turning back, he would be hers again and she lowered her cunt to his hard cock and contemplated it … he would be hers… he had already always been hers, but today would seal the deal… in a permanent way….

“You sure you want this Paul… this is permanent”

He nodded ferociously, well as much as his strapping’s would allow.

Lowering herself she felt his hot hard cock fill her, stretching her and she let out a moan… feeling aroused now for so long while preparing this visit, feeling her boy in her now nearly made her cum instantly… she raised herself slowly off her cock and down again… very slowly, very determined he would feel every part of her as he penetrated her moist tight cunt.

Bringing him to the edge.. over and over… his eyes watering, begging through the panties…. he was delightful to watch… Hers… Her tortured boy.

“I want to drain you Paul” Sara said.  “and when I do, you better make sure you really fill me up because you will not be cumming for a very long time”

Sara took the panties from Paul’s mouth and he panted “I love you so much Mistress, thank you”

Reaching up to his neck, she starting riding him again, holding him, holding his breath, pumping his cock hard with her cunt… He was flushed and the sweat shimmered over his body… “fill me up slut” she commanded… holding his throat tight… fucking him… “I want it all …” in that moment, his body shuddered and pumped her pussy full of his hot sweet cum… releasing his neck… collapsing herself on his torso, laying there… “Mmm now that was intense and fuck I love you” Sara said

They laughed a little as she held him and caressed his skin, it was blissful…intensely beautiful.

Sara decided to reward her boy and allowed him to clean her full pussy, lifting herself to sit on his face, talking to him all the time, telling him the plans, of all the fun vanilla things they will do while he is here…London Dungeons, Palaces, Theatre and dinners… all surrounded by her brand of kink.

“I have something very special to mark this occasion Paul.. but it is permanent and there will be no going back”

Sara returned to the fire and picked up an branding Iron, which bore her initial… an ornate looking S….

“Are you sure you are ready Paul?”