A Day With Mistress Part 1 by Anonymous

                                by Anonymous
                                                           
    She smiles and runs her fingers through his hair, then gathers it in her fist, yanks, and lets go of it. He shudders happily, saying, “I love it when you do that.”

     Ignoring his words, she grasps the chain, squats low to the ground, yanking the chain straight down, pulling him with it, making him collapse forward to brace himself with his hands.   He moans as he follows, arms wide, bracing him on all fours. "Stay!" she commands while she walks purposefully behind him.
   
     “Yes, Mistress”, he says breathlessly, before feeling the warmth of her hands placed firmly on his hips and pulling his rear upward, putting him properly into position.   He feels the fine hairs on his body stand up; he starts to breathe faster, raising his hips high. He remains silent, quivering in anticipation; his body flushed and suddenly registers his state of submission.

      She runs her fingertips ever so lightly over his warm skin, covering the distance between his displayed cheeks up to his shoulder blades.   She continues her inspection, and rubs his back with tickling touches.   He remains on all fours, his knees wide apart and he gets a twinge in his nether regions, from being down on the floor like a dog. He responds automatically, immediately, slightly aroused, and keeps his head down and ass high.

      She stops rubbing his tingling skin and walks in front of him, grabbing his hair pulling his head upward so she can look into his eyes. He looks upward with glassy eyed devotion and adoration, his cock stirring even more. She moves closer and tilts her hips forward, pressing her crotch to his nose with a devious laugh.  He almost snorts. The urge to kiss her there is almost overwhelming, but his conditioning keeps him from doing so. Still he wishes, oh, he wishes he could.

     “Oops, did I forget to take these off?” she says flippantly. She releases her grasp on him and begins to bare her temple from the silk panties she is wearing beneath her short skirt. She drops them on the ground and steps out of them ,then turns away from him and bends to collect them, taking entirely too long to complete the simple task just to tease him more.

      He bites back a moan, his cock stiffening, but he maintains his position.   With a lump in his throat he wants to whimper as he looks at her, admiring her legs, her ass, and he aches to worship her with lips and tongue.  He can hear the leash chain rattle with every deep heaving breath he takes.

      Rising slowly, her hands rub over the backs of her calves, her thighs, and her ass. She turns to face him, and let him watch as she runs her hands over her belly and up to her breasts, her nipples hard and shaped like little nestle morsels.   She smiles in devilish delight at his torture of only being able to drink her in with his eyes.

      He shakes visibly, bunching his thighs and buttocks; it makes his penis rise and fall. He blushes hotly while she walks towards a table just out of sight behind him, and selects two evenly matched 3 ft. signal whips. She picks them up, and walks back just out of reach of the eager, taunting ass that is so well displayed for her.

      His every nerve on fire, nipples hard as buttons, and his skin dimpled with perspiration. He moans softly and curls his fingers, then remembers, and lays his hands flat on the floor. Tense, he concentrates on trying to relax,  to calming himself. He barely even blinks, wanting to be a good boy...

[To Be Continued....]