The Crucifixion of OfficeToyBoy Pt. 02

Come with me,  I say, grabbing OfficeToyBoy's tie. I spin around and start to lead him up the stairs. He stumbles a bit -- a tie is a very short leash. We get to the Red Room, my room, the only room in the house with a door. The big, black bed spreads across most of the room, surrounded by red walls. And toys. Lots and lots of toys.

Take off your hood, I instruct him, and he does as he is told. He holds it down by his side as he stares back at me with those wild but also strangely vacant green eyes. He is about 5 foot 9, late twenties maybe, and his thick, wiry blonde hair is even more dishevelled than when he walked in.

I point to the ground, and he drops slowly, but straight, down to his knees. No loss of balance, no second guessing, just straight down. I like it. I walk around him slowly to take in the measure of him, stroke his cheek and groom his dishevelled head with my palm. I lift the collar of his shirt and slip his tie up over it, so it is now on his bare neck.

Take off your shirt,  I say. And OfficeToyBoy unbuttons and removes his shirt. I stretch out my hand, and he hands me the shirt.  Wrists, I say, and he holds out his arms, wrists side-by-side. I wrap the shirt around them and tie them tight. His chest is hairless, except for some curly blonde tufts around his nipples.

Now standing behind him, I draw my nails across his chest. I reach down and unbuckle his black leather belt, slip it out from the loops of his suit pants, and re-attach it around his now bare waist.

Remove your shoes.  He obeys.  Put these on,  I say, as I drop a large set of red patent leather heels alongside his feet.  Take off your socks first. He does that.

Stand at the foot of the bed. Face the bed.  And he obeys.

I slip down my mini skirt and slide a cock into the harness underneath. I rub it against his ass, still covered in suit trousers. I run my finger over the curves in his pretty, broad shoulders. And I reach around his body to unbutton and unzip his pants. Then I shove them down to his ankles, along with his boxers.

Crawl onto the bed,  I say, and he obeys, pants at his ankles, red heels peeking out just below.  Now turn around to face my cock.  And he obeys.

I stroke OfficeToyBoy's cheek and bend down, hold my face so close to his, our noses almost touch. I whisper,  Would you like to suck my cock?  He closes his eyes and nods,  uh huh, whimpering slightly.

Then suck my cock, Bitch.  I cradle his head gently in my hands and guide it to my big red dick. He takes it into his mouth.  Let me hear how much you are enjoying it, Office, let me hear.  Office moans as he sucks, his little butt undulating behind him in rhythm as he tries to get the angle just right.  I can help with that, I think, and I hold his head tighter, shoving my cock, slowly but steadily, in deeper.

As I feel him start to gag, I say gently,  I've got you, Office, hold on. Let yourself take it. Give your Mistress your throat. He gives me that good boy moan again as he melts into submission, nodding slightly, holding back his gag reflex. My cock slides an inch further down his throat. I pulse gently there a bit longer, then pull his head back as I withdraw.

Good Boy, Office. Good Boy.  He is staring back at me wildly now, mouth gaping, red and dripping spit.

Turn around and face the other way, Slut.  He hesitates, still a bit stunned.  Now, Bitch!  And he turns, heels facing me. Heels and his pretty little ass. This one is covered in a thick hatch of blonde hair that extends a few inches up his back. Cute. A built-in tail. A tail that I am about to completely own.

I bring the long end of his tie around so that it rests neatly between his shoulder blades. Then I lube up his ass and explore with my fingers a bit to determine how receptive he is, whether my cock is going to be the perfect Goldilocks fit for his hole.  I think we're good here.  I guide the tip of my cock with my right hand, nudge it in through his rim, gripping his belt in my left hand to keep his ass in pace.

Big breath, Office.  He fills his lungs.  And release.  And as he lets go of his breath, I slip my cock all the way in. His thighs shudder against mine.

Good boy, Office, Good boy. Slow and steady. Just breathe.  I pause for a moment, in stillness and still full, to let him catch his breath and his balance. Then I take hold of his belt in my left hand, for grip and balance. I hold his tie a bit more loosely in my right fist, just so I can occasionally remind him who is steering. And I start to pump.

His red heels are flailing, trying to grip the outside of my legs. His fists are full of jet black bedsheets as he struggles to hold onto something. For him, the sands are shifting, there is nothing to hold onto, nothing to do but let go. For me, I have his belt and his tie, and I settle into a steady, pulsing rhythm.  

Are we still green, Office?  I ask, checking in.

Yes, Miss Tress,  he replies, voice shaking.

Then tell me, Office. Tell me how much you like it, Office.

I ... I love it, Miss Tress. I am so full. You are so deep inside me. I don't know if I can take it anymore. But I want to take it so bad for you. I want to be your Good Boy.

You are my Good Boy, Office. You are being such a good boy for your Mistress. I can see that this is hard for you.

I bend forward over his back, so I can speak more quietly, closer to his ear. I pull his tie gently towards me, and he leans his head back, neck veins popping out with the strain, sweat rolling down his back. The heady perfume of fear and arousal is rising off his body.  You are so strong, Office. You are taking this so well.

Yes, Miss Tress. I want to be your Good Boy. But I am so full. I feel like I am going to split open.

Of course you do, Office. But I've got you. I'm not going to let that happen.  I begin to slow down and slowly withdraw my cock. I take OfficeToyBoy's hips and gently rock them to the side. Here, lay down and rest for a moment. Office curls up into a fetal position.

I take off my cock and place it in the washing bin. Then I carefully and gently wipe his ass as he lies on my bed, his ankles and feet still bound. I slip in behind him to cuddle him, and I can feel his body still shuddering. As I stroke his cheek, I can feel his face is flushed, and wet.

Tell me, Office, tell me what you need.  He continues to shudder for some time.  I need to go back to the party, Office. But do you need to stay here a bit longer?

He turns his face back to me.  No,  he says,  I need ...

Tell me what you need, Office.

I need to be punished, Miss Tress. I've been a very bad boy.

I understand, my lovely.  I understand.  I hold and rock him a bit longer. Then I roll off the bed. I pick up my leather Dragon Tongue whip on my walk around to the other side, stroke it gently along his cheek and along the length of his pretty naked body.  

You need to be punished for being such an anal slut, don't you?