The Mommy Domme, Chp 08

John woke from the previous day lying in his bed. He could feel the remnants of an orgasm in the dampness in the sheets. Pulling himself up out of bed he went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up at the sink. He reached for his robe and pulled it on, gently tying it at the waist and then going out into the living room.

Beatrix was sitting on the couch in just a robe as well. She was holding a book that was all too familiar to him, reading from it silently. She noticed as he got closer and looked up at him, "good morning sleep head," her words warm and affectionate.

"You're reading my journal?" his tone oddly holding no anger at her reading his personal thoughts.

"I just wanted to know a little more of what goes on in that head of yours," her voice softening and John instantly feeling his body start to tingle a bit.

"Beatrix... I," thoughts not quite coalescing enough for him to figure out what to say.

"Shhh, you're responding so well to me now John," she smiled up at him patting the couch next to her. Without thinking he sat down next to her on the couch.

"Good boy," her words soft and sensual. John felt a rush in his body at her praise, a warmth that spread throughout and pooled down in his crotch.

"Maybe I should read some of this to you? Get you used to the sound of my voice speaking thoughts in your head... or do you feel that already?" the sultry tones causing him to feel a pulse in his cock. Noticing the slight movement of his hips she laughed softly. "I've got you now baby... it's okay, I told you that you're safe with me."

She then guided him to lie down on the couch, slowly untying his robe exposing his naked body. "Now how about we do a little reading?" as she looked down at him, she started to use the belt of the robe to tie each hand to the end parts of it. Laying on the belt it left his two hands secured to his sides while she moved to straddle his thighs. Sitting atop him she opened up his journal.

"Now let's see," she purred, "where should we begin sweet boy", sliding up his body a bit until he felt the sheer fabric of her underwear start to slide along the length of his hardening cock. "Mmmm that's a good boy," he gasped softly at the feel of her tantalizing his erection and the all too familiar 'good boy' giving him warm and aroused feelings.

"I met a woman tonight. Her name is Beatrix and we had a nice conversation at the bar and then when I walked her to the bar she seemed to know how to disarm me. As she moved to me and whispered to me, calling me a good boy I felt a rush that was almost euphoric when she started touching me." Her words echoing in his head. What he had written in his own mind now coming back with the sound of her voice rather than his own.

"She got me so hard so fast and before I knew it everything seemed to slip away from any sense of control I had," her voice soft and sultry. Every syllable seemed to burn into his mind. "Before I knew it I came in my pants. I felt such shame in that moment, but then she kept going. I was so over sensitized and she just kept talking to me. Soothing me almost like an anchor when I felt so out of control."

Beatrix's hips still sliding along his shaft, a slow and steady rhythm. She had him all foggy again until the only thing in his head was her words reading his words. His thoughts were her thoughts, they were merging into one.

"She held me there, she soothed me and spoke to me in a way that made all that shame and guilt start to fall away. I was so turned on and she seemed to enjoy it. She liked making me feel good and I didn't feel guilty anymore about having my needs met, though a part of me longed to make sure she was happy. She gave so much to me in that moment I just felt like I wanted to give her everything."

He started to gasp and softly moan more and more. She kept reading and kept gliding up and down on his hard cock. The feeling of his hands tied at his sides only made every little feeling seem that much more intense. It was like suddenly adding color to black and white or sugar to iced tea. It was a jolt of intensity that made everything in him feel like letting go.

"I still don't know what to make of it, but the whole experience is something I can't get out of my head. I want to keep reliving that moment again and again. I even came home and masturbated thinking about it, feeling that oh so intense release and the relief of all that pressure only kept it out of my head for a little while. I had to write it all down in an attempt to let me at least sleep tonight."

Somewhere in his mind he heard her close the journal, then he felt her lean down to him, her head to the side of his, "still can't get me out of your head can you John?" the jolt that ran through his body causing him to moan a little louder.

"Awww," her tone still soft but carrying a bit of condescension to it, "you just can't help it can you? I get you all fuzzy until you can't think straight and you just want me to keep doing this to you over and over until there's nothing left of you but what I tell you I want."

He moaned and whimpered at her last words, "almost there sweet boy. Mommy's got to keep breaking you down more and more."

His hips were moving out of control trying to grind himself into her, "that's it. Don't hold back baby. You want Mommy to break you completely, don't you?"

Somewhere he registered his voice croaking out "yes" as he felt his whole body tightening up.

"Mmmmm yeah, "she purred with the hint of a moan "give yourself to Mommy."

Deep down in his groin he felt something let go. A tightness that he could only think was a sense of control seemed to slip away and all that was left was the sensations she was creating in him. The orgasm that hit him was different. It was not him controlling the gushing rush and flood, but rather like an out of control river that washed over him. No sense of direction to it, just wave after wave of euphoria knocking him down over and over again.

Her hand on his chest as she lifted herself back up, hips working faster, coaxing every bit of semen from his balls. She did not stop even after the last traces of cum had left his cock. He felt her grinding on the tip causing his body to spasm as he writhed underneath her weight. Pleasurable torture cascading through him made worse by her soft laughs.

"That's it," her voice getting a bit darker, "feel it. Feel me own your body," his moans becoming whimpers. Time had no meaning as she let him feel her will imposed on his vulnerable state. It could have been a minute or an hour until finally he was aware of her laying on top of him. He was still secured by the belt of his robe, but she had gone quiet. Her breathing soft against his neck.

As he took a deep breath he heard her soft voice by his ear, "you did so good baby. You're going to be such a good pet for me."