Two Words

She walked in, her stilettos on the cold tile was the only noise he could hear, apart from his already strained breathing.

Despite the fact that he had no eye covering, John couldn't see - the deprivation room was completely dark. He heard the stilettos stop nearby, then nothing. 1...2...3...4... John had no idea how long he had been here, naked, tied to the bed with his hands above his head and legs spread wide. This wasn't the first person he heard come into the room, but they had yet to stop. 5...6... No other sounds.

The crack of a riding crop hitting the metal bed frame cut through the silence, making John jump out of his skin. He knew better than to say anything, however, and he stayed as still as he could.

After another 70 seconds - John was counting just to keep track of... well he didn't know why, but it seemed to make sense. No sight, no sound, John had no idea how much time had passed since Mistress' assistant tied him here. John's best estimate was over 3 hours. In reality it had only been 2.

The stilettos moved closer to him, at the foot of the bed, John guessed. A hand reached up, touching his ankle. The touch, a gentle caress with Mistress' hand slowly moving up his leg, made John want to scream. His cock twitched to life, hardening instantly at her touch.

As suddenly as it started, her touch was no longer there. John was once again left in silence. This time, however, he could still feel her presence next to him. She had an unmistakable aura, the air thick with power.

The sound of steps once again filled the room, this time approaching the head of the bed. He felt the mattress on either side of his head cave a little under pressure. He felt a warmth of thighs touching his ears, and her heat on his face. The intoxicating smell filled his nostrils. Knowing better than diving straight in, he asked first "May I lick you, Mistress?" In response she lowered herself onto him, moving her thong out of the way. His mouth eagerly clamping around her lips. He licked up and down her slit, nuzzling her clit with his nose. She let out a small moan, dragging her riding crop along his body. Gentle slaps being delivered on his feet, chest, and inner thighs, careful to avoid too sensitive of areas.

She knew this was what he needed. Complete and total submission. Mistress didn't take on many clients anymore. Her success afforded her the ability to be more selective. John was one of her oldest clients, having been with her since she first started.

Her hips ground into his face. John's tongue darting in and out of her hole. He felt her body relax, the slightest of movements. Most people wouldn't have noticed, but John did. He knew every inch of her. Her smells, her sounds, how her breath hitched ever so slightly when he was being bratty. He nipped at her clit, a move that would earn him one of two responses...

THWACK

Her riding crop slapped his thigh, grazing his balls. He let out an involuntary groan, his dick twitching with excitement. He wasn't wrong, though, he grinned under her when he felt her breath catch in her throat. He knew he would pay for that, but he didn't care. He continued to lick her, his tongue circling her clit then sucking it into his mouth, mindful of his teeth. She rode him more eagerly. He could barely keep up with her pace, his tongue lashing at her wetness, wanting to drown in it.

Knowing how much it would kill him to deny him of her cum, she threw her leg over him, dismounting his face. He let out a groan, his dick straining against him.

Mistress sighed, a disappointed tone. He knew better than to make noise. She reached down, removing her black thong. She bent down, kissing John hard, her tongue rough with his. She pulled away, taking the thong and shoving it in his mouth. Using her riding crop, she slapped his dick twice, the second hit harder than the first.

He was already one more slap away from cumming. He shut his eyes - not that it changed the darkness he saw, but it helped him concentrate - he wanted to last, needed to last until she told him otherwise.

He heard Mistress pick up something from a nearby table. A moment later she was strapping on a mouth cover with a large 12" dildo attached to John's face. Once the mask was secure, Mistress repositioned herself, the head of the dildo at the entrance of her pussy. John, only aware of what was happening as this mask was one of Mistress' favourites. She must be pleased with me, he thought. She began riding his face, grinding and working the dildo deep into herself. Pre-cum dripping from his cock, it took everything John had to not cum. She was close, he could feel it FUCK he thought, I'm not going to last. I NEED to last. if I don't she won't say it. She ground down one last time, her thighs tightening around his head. John felt the vibrations rush through her center and the juices freely flowed all over his face and down his throat. He gratefully swallowed.

One last time, Mistress gave John a slap on his dick and finally said the two words he'd been waiting to hear.

Cum now.