10
Elise
I smiledat how beautiful the pale pink corset looked on me in the mirror as Andrew cinched it together along my back. I hadn’t been able to wear this one until now because it required an extra set of hands to help me into it.
Suddenly, something bumped the top of my bare ass.Was that his cock?Annoyed, I turned my head and looked down. Sure enough, his cock bobbed around as he helped me into my corset.
“Sorry, Mistress Elise,” Andrew apologized.
“I asked you to help me into my corset, not rub your filthy cock against me.”
“I apologize, Mistress.”
Thankfully, I had Jacob’s crop on the dresser from last night’s discipline session. I wrapped my hand around the worn handle that Jacob had gripped so many times before and brought the leather tip down on Andrew’s cock.
“You’re a bad, dirty man, Andrew,” I reprimanded before I took the crop to his cock again.
He reacted just as I had hoped. Andrew’s pupils dilated, and he reached down for his cock to protect it from Jacob’s crop, all while a playful smile danced on his face.
“I have an appointment for a massage this afternoon. I’ll be gone before you need to leave for work,” I advised Andrew.
On my massage days, I preferred to go to the appointment already somewhat relaxed. I found that when I did, I’d ended up getting more out of it. Massage days often were some of my extreme days that started with me dressing up in the morning to discipline my pillow sub, followed by some personal time with a dildo. It helped to relieve tension, but I have Andrew now to help reduce some of that tension. He has been an excellent replacement for my pillow sub.
“I’d like to go to the appointment relaxed,” I told him as I set the crop down on the dresser. I opened the drawer, selected a thick dildo, and tossed it on the bed. I picked up the metal cock cage that was sitting next to the crop and motioned for Andrew to follow me to the bed.
As I sat down on the bed and snapped the dark metal cock cage shut over Andrew’s shaft, a thrill of power ran rampant through me. I loved controlling when he could or couldn’t become visibly aroused. I enjoyed having Andrew roaming through the house, giving my eyes something exciting to look at and a body to toy with.
I rolled over to situate my knees close to the edge of the bed and then bent at the waist to lean over onto my hands and knees. My pussy was on display for my plaything.
“Make it good, Andrew. Use that mouth and my toy to make me come before my massage.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.
Andrew wasted no time and buried his face between my legs. It was wonderful having a young man who was so interested in pleasing me with his mouth. And Andrew was very good with his mouth.
He flattened his tongue and slowly traced my puffy lips. Andrew’s tongue darted inside to massage me. Soon, he pushed the thick dildo into my soaked pussy. He fucked me with the thick toy while he teased and licked my clit. I held nothing back, and as soon as I felt the orgasm draw closer, I moved my hips toward Andrew so the dildo would go deeper.
“Fuck!” I flung my head back and arched my spine as the orgasm crashed over me. I collapsed forward and laid face down with my eyes closed to catch my breath. “You have a very good mouth, Andrew. You were very much appreciated today. Remove the toy, clean it, and then return it to the dresser drawer, then start a bubble bath for me. Come get me when the bath is ready,” I instructed.
“Yes, Mistress.”
I still was seeing stars even after I heard Andrew come back into the bedroom and return the dildo to the dresser drawer. While the water was filling the tub, I began to do something that I thought I would never do; compare Andrew to Jacob. Specifically, it was only in the oral sex department, but still, I grew angry at myself for doing such a thing.
I pulled myself off the bed and angrily stalked into the bathroom. Andrew was down on one knee leaning over the tub, swirling his hand and forearm in the water to help make bubbles multiply faster. I was angry that he had been so good at eating me out that now I was comparing him to Jacob.
“Get out of the way, Andrew,” I said and tugged his head out of the way by grabbing his hair.
“I was making sure the temperature was okay, and the bubbles were plenty, Mistress.”
“Did I ask you to do either?” I scolded.
Andrew stood with a frown on his face. The lights in the bathroom reflected my dried pussy juice that remained on his face.
“Well? Did I?”
I was furious at myself for comparing him to Jacob and even more furious that I was staring at the evidence of where his face had been.
“I’ll take care of the bath. Just undo my corset and then get out of my face. Wash your fucking face when you leave my room.”
