Mistress Minx

     


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Why are these pictures here?? Well, I couldn't sleep one night, and my brain was in the mood to write, but I was lacking the right inspiration. So... me being me, I hopped on over to one of my favorite sites to cruise, Babeland, and here's what I found.


Who doesn't love a good strap-on harness? The only problem I have with them is, they tend to LOOK aweful! I ran across this one, which inspired the name of this particular story, the Minx, and immediately loved it not only for it's design function (the dildo attaches lower so it actually stimulates the clit!), but also because it actually looks seductive! From the front to the back! 



And while I was looking for inspiration, I saw these nifty little cock rings, and noticed that not only do they function to maintain erection, but they also have a nice little teardrop point that creates extra stimulation. How delightfully fun! 


But I wasn't finished, because then I found this Sliquid that's not only flavored but they're also donating 10% of the sales for this particular item to Breast Cancer. Not only do you get the benefit of a good smelling lube that doesn't have a bad taste if you accidentally get it from fingers to mouth, but you get to support something I'm actually very pro-active about supporting! Unfortunately, they only do the donating for the pink lemonade one, but I think I can survive with it! 


At any rate, inspiration in hand, here's what came of it! Hope you enjoy!

Mistress Mink

Walking down the stairs, you felt a shiver course up your spine. The dimly lit room did nothing to sooth your nerves, and the woman at the landing motioned for you to step into her lair. Her knowing smile only added to your discomfort as you stepped further into the room.


You knew from her pictures that she had an assortment of whips, floggers, paddles and other various implements to go along with the varied services she offered, but seeing them now in person made you feel like a naive child.


"Would you care to make yourself more comfortable?" Her question came from behind you as you eyed the chains hanging from her ceiling. You turned to answer, but she was already retreating up the stairs to give you a few minutes to yourself.


Fumbling nervously, you removed your clothes, and hung them on the bare hooks you passed at the bottom of the steps, before resuming your exploration of the items laid out around the room. You had just picked up a pinwheel when you heard her footsteps returning.


"You're going to love how that feels over your freshly whipped hide," she laughed wickedly. "Or, at least, I know I will!"


Picking up a leather cuff and allowing it to dangle precariously on her manicured finger, and glancing at the chains danging from her ceiling, she asked "Shall we begin?"


Taking a shuddering breath, all you could do was nod and whisper a faint "Yes Mistress."


Her boots echoed on the floor as she closed the short distance between the two of you and managed to buckle the wrist cuffs to both your hands without any effort. Before you could even protest, she had produced a large ball gag, and had it secured tightly in place as well. She took a step back to admire your gaping mouth for a moment and nodded her approval.


Your hand instinctively reached up to feel the ball was slapped away with a sneer. Rubbing the sting you watched helplessly as Mistress Minx inspected her equipment for the item she was looking for, before turning her attention back over to you. Looking you up and down carefully, as if taking measurements, she then took you by the hand and moved you over towards the chains hanging from her ceiling. 


It wasn't long before your hands were reaching high above your head, secured tightly without any give. Within a few more minutes, you found your legs being forced apart and locked in place as well by a thin, but effective bar that was shackled not only from ankle to ankle, but bolted to the floor to complete your immobilization. 


Working silently, she walked back over to the chest and  selected a blue triangular object with a round hole in the center of it. After applying some lubrication to it, she casually walked back over to where you were strung out, completely open and vulnerable for her, and looked up to meet your gaze. 


You could see the amusement and mirth dancing in her green eyes. "I warned you boy," she teased. "I told you on the phone that I would string you up, and do exactly as I pleased with you. Did you think I was joking?" She purred, almost as if she were talking to a lover. 


In one hand, she held the strange object, and  the other hand began fondling and stroking your cock until it began to come to life. Struggling behind the gag, you could almost groan. Then, both hands were toying with you, and you could feel the center of the hole slide over your shaft, and back off again. On and off, up and down, making you grown harder, until your cock was finally standing hard and erect in front of her. 


She softly laughed, sliding the toy all the way down the full length of your cock, making sure the point was facing down towards your balls, pushing it further down, until it was all the way at the base. Then, mercilessly, she grabbed your cock hard and stretched the toy, squeezing your balls firmly. Then, with a biting slap, she let it fall back behind them so that it rested in place around both your throbbing stiff cock and your now aching balls. 


You tried to protest, but the gag in your mouth, and your tight restraints prevented you from doing anything but enduring this latest torment. What was worse was her wicked laugh and evil smile warned you that this was only beginning. 


Pleased that the cock ring was now in place, she flicked at your cock a few times before dragging her nails across your chest, leaving hot trails in their wake. With every jerk, every wiggle, she only laughed. 


"Now," she whispered. "Let's have some real fun. Shall we?"


Stepped behind you, out of view, she began to make some rustling sounds. From the soft whoosh that hit the floor, you could only assume that the skirt she'd been wearing was now laying at her feet. As her nails dug into the side of your hip, arching your ass towards her, and something jabbed you from behind, your suspicions were confirmed rather quickly.


It was only a matter of moments before your ass was being parted to give way to a large strap-on, and she was now the one with the cock being stroked! 


There was nothing for it. No way to stop it. Her cock was sliding in and out of you hard and fast, and there was nothing you could do but take it. Deeper. Your whimpers and groans went unheard and unanswered. Until finally, there was nothing left but to close your eyes and completely surrender yourself to it.


And then, you felt her hand reach around and grab your own cock. You could feel her fingers stroking and milking you. Sliding up and down, as if guiding you to an orgasm as her hips thrust and grind behind you. You could feel the need to cum. You wanted to explode, but the cock ring wrapped around your cock and balls wouldn't let you. The pressure just kept building. 


Her cock kept thrusting in and out of your ass, matching her hand stroking your cock, pulse for pulse. Moving and grinding. Up and down. Squeezing you harder and faster, then letting you go, and putting her hands back on your hips and forcing you back onto her cock and just holding it there.


She began to laugh, knowing how badly your need is, and ever so slowly pulls out of you... in, by agonizing in, making sure you feel every bit of her.


"Now boy," she teases. "I'm going to let you down off those chains. But you don't get to cum. You haven't..." She moved around to look you in the eye. "Earned it. Yet."


She very slowly begins to remove the shackles from your ankles, making sure to bounce around your hard cock as she passes. Then stands up to release your hands. Once that's finished, she unbuckles she gag, then swiftly grabs you by your neck.


"Now boy," she forces you to your knees, so that the strap-on she just fucked you with is nearly at eye level. "do you want to cum?"


"Yes Mistress," you beg. "Please Mistress."


"Unstrap me."


"Yes Mistress." You fumble with the lacing and buckles of the strap-on, but you're so desperate, you'll do anything to please her. 


"Good boy. Now, clean me off." She stands with her legs spread so that you can get your face between them.


Eager to please, and excited to be able to taste her, you don't hesitate. You press your face deep to her pussy and begin to lick and suckle at her pussy and click. Anything to please her. Anything to get to cum. She begins to moan.


"You taste good Mistress," you mumble between licks. "Taste like lemons."


She laughs. "It's my lubrication boy."


"Mmmm, I like it," you moan, hungry for more. 


She grabs you by the hair, and jerks your hair back. "I said clean me off, boy! Not devour me!"


"I'm sorry Mistress. I'm sorry."


"Take off the cock ring."


You try to take off the cock ring, but it's slippery and you're so hard that it doesn't want to cum off. You look to Mistress Minx for aid, but her amused smile tells you she won't be any help. You keep pulling at the cock ring, but it slips again and keeps painfully slapping you. You can hear her laughing. Finally, you manage to get it removed and hand it over.


"Good boy. Now you may cum, but you see that bowl over there?" She points to a small pet bowl in the corner. "You will cum into that bowl. And when you're finished, boy, you will lick it all up. Do you hear me?"


"Yes Mistress," you reply uneasily. You slowly move towards the bowl, and are stopped abruptly.


Mistress Minx grabs you by the hair and forces you back down to your knees, hissing in your ear. "I did not tell you that you could get up boy!"


"No Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress!" You clumsily crawl over to the bowl and begin stroking your cock. You can feel her eyes on you, making you nervous, but at this point you have to cum so bad that it doesn't take long before wide fluid spills out of your cock and into the small dish.


You sit there for a few minutes, staring at it. You've never eaten cum before. You wonder what it's going to taste like, and you really don't want to, but you know you have to. You glance over towards Mistress Minx. By now she's watching you with a small black whip in her hand. You shiver, wondering what she'll do if you don't obey her. 


Taking a shaky breath, you swallow hard, lean forward, and lick up at the bowl. It makes you want to gag, it's slimy and tastes very salty. You take another breath, and finish what's in the bowl, trying not to think about it. Shuddering, you swallow what's in your mouth, wishing you had a glass of water to rinse out your mouth.


You glance at Mistress Minx, and she's half smiling, half laughing at you. "Very good boy. You may get dressed now."