She smiles at me. “You are allowed to come tonight as many times as you want. This is a reward for being myverygood boy.” Her hand rubs my head through the hood and I feel the drop into subspace hit me. All she has to do is rub my head and I’m…gone.
“All you have to do tonight is not talk, orgasm, and if something is put in your mouth, you suck it. You may moan or make noises like that, but you donotspeak unless I ask you a direct question. Do not embarrass me tonight, boy. This isn’t just a reward—it’s a test. If you wish to keep doing what we’re doing, then you’d better obey me and impress me. Do you understand me?”
Fear tightens my gut. “Yes, Mistress,” I whisper, unable to speak any louder than that with my growing terror.
I guess I knew this day would come.
She looks so happy, and when she laughs…itmeltsme. “Such averygood boy.” She kisses me—something else that rarely happens and I treasure it when it does—then buckles a blindfold into place around my head.
Music starts, and only a few minutes later, I hear a knock on her door.
I swallow hard, force back my fear…
Pray I don’t fuck this up or embarrass her.
I hear a nervous-sounding man’s voice, and Elsa’s voice drops into Mistress mode. They’re both speaking German, and the man sounds like a native speaker.
I try not to listen, but I can’t help it.
Context tells me this guy is another of her “pets,” but it sounds like he gets off on humiliation. I hear their voices draw near and the sound of him stripping at her command.
Behind me, the bed dips, and Elsa’s voice softly speaks next to my right ear. “Good boys get rewarded,” she reminds me, her hand rubbing the top of my head through the hood. “Bad boys, on the other hand...”
I hear a yelp, followed by the feel of warm breath on my cock.
A man’s stubbly cheek rubs against the inside of my thigh.
From what I can feel of her body against mine, her arm over my right leg, I’m guessing she’s fisting his hair and forcing him to choke down my cock.
She presses her face against the side of my head, the hand on my head rubbing, her voice telling me what a good boy I am…
I don’t last long. She chokes the guy on my cock, and a weird kind of pleasure fills me when she degrades him, tells him I’m arealman compared to him, which is why she’s making him suckmycock.
Over the next however long it is, I’m sucked off twice more by two different guys. Despite my fear, nothing is put in my mouth except for her fingers, which I eagerly suck. Once the last guy leaves, she releases me. I’m trembling, my back and shoulders aching from having sat up like that for so long, but the pain made the pleasure feel that much sweeter. Once she pulls the hood off me, she kisses me deeply.
“There. See? Good boys get rewarded. You didsogood. You made me so proud by how good you were.”
I can’t help it—the wild-eyed pleasure in her eyes is my undoing. “Thank you, Mistress.”
* * * *
This becomes my new routine. Over the next couple of weeks, I’m only allowed to come when I’m restrained on her bed and faceless, nameless men are sucking me off. I’m either sucking fingers—usually hers, but one time a man’s—or a dildo. I eagerly suck that when it’s presented, because it makes her laugh, and usually I’m so horned up I can’t help it. Some of the guys are obviously skilled at what they do. Some are not, and I can tell they’re getting off on the humiliation of her forcing them to do it.
She allows me to go down on her and make her come at the end of the nights, but by then I’m usually too drained to do anything but get her off.
I sleep like a fucking rock, though.
I start to notice sometimes that, when she kisses me during these sessions, her mouth tastes like beer or hard liquor. She always offers me drinks, but I stick to water or soda. Sometimes I see her take pills, but I don’t know what they are. One day she sees me watching her and smiles. “Xanax,” she says, shaking them with a smile. “They keep me calm.”
After several weeks of this, there finally comes a night in this routine where it’s two men who arrive instead of one. They’re the first of the night, and I’m not sure how to feel now that I’ve noticed I get hard in anticipation when she straps me down in this position, and even more hard when I hear a knock on her door.
The men are speaking German and sound like native speakers. I gather from the context they’re a Master and slave couple, but the slave sounds like he’s inexperienced.
This time, it’s not a dildo that slides into my mouth as my cock is swallowed, but a condom-sheathed cock.
I pretend it’s a dildo and savor Elsa’s laughter even as the guy blowing me is being choked on my cock by her hand in his hair. I guess I should be glad she made the guy I’m sucking use a rubber.
When they depart, she leaves me restrained but pulls the hood off and kisses me deeply. Then she smiles and strips, gets me hard again, and rolls a condom on me before she straddles me and fucks me. Her eyes bore into mine and a gorgeous smile fills her face.
