“NOOOOO…” he tried to scream. It didn’t come out quite the way he intended with the dildo gag in his mouth. The gag wasn’t the reason for his attempts at fighting her, it was that he knew he was paying good money and this Mistress, whom he had been seeing for over a year once a month at least, was going out on his dime.
“Now, now, cocktease, let Mistress Elaina get ready for her date. You wouldn’t want me to not look my best, now would you?” She knew exactly why he was fighting her, but she also knew there was little he could now do. He had been wrapped with pallet wrap, and several layers of duct tape on top of that. Didlo gag in his mouth, propped up on his side just in case he needed…drainage of the spittle caused by the gag.
She smiled thinking about what would come next for this pathetic man who was a bit too arrogent for her to be want to handle at times.
She sat in a chair next to him with a mirror and did a few last adjustments on her eyelashes, lipstick, and hair. That’s when she rummaged through his coat for his phone. She used it to dial a number. Her own phone began to ring, which she answered with the other hand. She then pushed speaker on his phone and set it up near him so that he could hear her and what was going on around her.
“If you need anything, just scream as loud as you can – I *might* hear you” She joked as she left the room to leave for the evening, putting the phone carefully into her pocket so that nothing would accidentally hang up the phone.
She put her boots on, and teased a little more “My feet were all primed and ready for a great deal of pampering until you opened your mouth you stupid cunt”. She hated how he could affect her sometimes. His attempts at leveling the playing field pushed just the right buttons. Well, she knew exactly how to deal with that.
He thrashed around a little as she closed the door. The realization that she was going through with this – leaving him alone, tied up. He still didn’t understand what was happening. He did know why though.
He cursed himself for temporarily loosing control of himself. It was so hard for him to submit from will alone. His whole existance nurtured the power hungry, arrogant asshole he was with everyone else. A facade which earned him a reputation, disloyalty, but all the money he could ever need. Unfortunately, it wasn’t money he needed. He needed Mistress Elaina’s strong hand. So stupid, he thought and thrashed around in his bonds, more out of self-loathing than an attempt to escape.
“Settle down.” He heard her soft voice through the phone. “I shouldn’t be more than an hour, maybe two.”
He did as she told him to and resigned himself to an unmoving silence. His quiet place. She purposely did not blindfold him so that he would see her before she left the house he suspected, but she did turn out all the lights.
He heard a car pull up outside, and Mistress Elaina clearly could be heard opening and closing the door. There was a double kissing noise, so they probably kissed each other on the cheek.
“Elaina! Breathtaking as always.” A male voice filtered through, clearly happy to see her.
“Oh the power of taking your breath away” she said cutely. He loved her quirky little remarks. Who was he kidding, he loved her.
The conversation between the pair was mostly innocent. He didn’t know if this was an old friend, or a prospective submissive, or a potential lover. He didn’t want to speculate. But their conversation didn’t indicate they were kinky, or it was to be something sexual. Other than a slight toying tone in their conversation by times, there was no indication of any close connection on their levels.
He heard the man get up from the table – legs scuffling on the tile flooring making the most aggrevating noise as possible. Odd that he take such relief from that thought.
“Cumslut, if you’re alright thrash about as you can.” Thrashing was forthcoming on his part.
“Good boy. But I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson quite yet, bitch. You will though…soon.”
“There, I got the bill while I was up. Would you like a ride home now?” He could hear Elaina’s facial smile and within minutes he heard the car doors opening and closing.
Next thing he could hear was kissing noises – super passionate ones. A zipper went down, which was not Mistress Elaina’s as she was wearing a skirt when she left.
He thrashed around more. He couldn’t hear her fucking another man. Especially after he had treated her so poorly. His mind searched the recesses to figure out how he could apologize and make up for his stupidity. Her moaning interrupted his thoughts.
He was both appalled and compelled at what he heard. He wanted her himself, but knew that as long as he was a paying client that would never happen. And she wouldn’t allow him to be her official submissive unless he was better at retaining his submissive self.
Her orgasm didn’t take long. A tear left his eye and traveled through the pallet wrap pooling near his nose. He tried to bend his feet up to kick the phone against the wall – uncaring that it would cost him a fortune to replace it once he broke it – but it didn’t work. He could only bend about 6″, which was at least a few feet off still.
Her second orgasm found him numb. Numb to her pleasure at anothers ‘hand’, numb to her methods of tempering his ego, and numb to his anger. The next thing he remembers hearing is the car door closing, seconds before hearing her walk up the front steps, and into her front door.
She walked in to him, and lit a few candles. He bust out in tears with emotion to her returning to him after she had been fucked by another man. “Awww….honey. I know, I know” She said rubbing his back – him still not able to speak. “But sometimes, you forget who owns who here.”
She reached around and undid the gag from his mouth. He was distracted with his locked jaw. When he looked back at her, she had her finger at the ready for him to suckle on. He longed to worship any part of her that he would allow her to and gladly started to suck on her finger – making eye contact. That’s when he tasted it. The other man’s cum.
She touched his face, after he had loyally sucked it clean of another man’s cum. She then opened his mouth and jaw with that hand, and put the condom in his mouth as it had once entered her. He could taste her exquisite womanhood mixed with latex and lube. He moaned longingly remembering her taste – which was by far better than the strange man. Mistress Elaina worked it so just the tip was left in his mouth, and squeezed the contents out onto her hand.
“You are my cum dumpster, got it? You’re going to take that other man’s cum, and thank me for it, understand?” She raised her hand up so that he could lick it – just out of his reach. He got her eye contact and knew she meant for him to work for it. He wiggled towards the most humiliating task she had asked him to do, and he did it hungrily – not for his cum…but to get back in her good graces. To be considered her anything – even if not her lover, as he would have preferred.
“Good boy” She said, turning him over, and climbing on top of his face. “If you ever have the nerve to talk to me that way again, you’ll be taking his cum straight from the source.”
He looked up at her, delighted that she was allowing this to happen. She never allowed her clients sexual contact. Such a lucky cumslut, he thought to himself. “So lucky.”