Miss Scott Part 2

All characters are over 18. all scenarios are consensual.

It had been a week since my experience with Miss Scott. As stupid as it sounds, I felt like I could still taste her on my lips, her wet pussy, and her smoke-tinged saliva. I had not touched myself as directed, but I almost felt like I might orgasm without even touching myself; such was my constant state of arousal.

It felt like I was checking my emails 20 times an hour, waiting for her to contact me. Finally, contact arrived, and an email arrived from her; it read:

Russ, here is the document I promised you relating to the RA position. Please read and sign it; I will contact you to make an appointment to return it to me.

That was the message, no how wonderful our meeting had been, how good I was, nothing like that, no acknowledgement of what had happened between us at all. I was feeling very confused.

The document I had to sign was simple, to the point of ludicrous; it simply said:

I, the undersigned, agree to comply with any requirements Miss Scott deems fit for her research.

Failure to follow instructions may lead to punitive actions being taken, or to the contract being terminated.

The signee below also understands that this is also an NDA. In this legally binding contract, two or more parties agree not to share specified sensitive information with outside people or organisations.

A second document was also attached; it stated that at our next meeting we would discuss the deep meanings of the following words, and that I should have a good, hard think about what they meant to me.

Dominance

Submission

Service & Devotion

Bondage

Consensual non-consent

Orgasm Control

Sensation Play

Role Play

Fetish

The next day was due to be my second lecture with Miss Scott. I was nervous but looking forward to seeing her again; I had my signed agreement with me to give to her after class.

2 pm rolled by, and I was sitting in the lecture theatre with the rest of my cohort, waiting for Miss Scott to arrive. The door to the lecture theatre opened and in walked some random lecturer. He brought up his PowerPoint and began droning on about something. Where the fuck was Miss Scott? I was utterly confused, and felt like someone had punched me in the gut; all my built-up feelings, lust and desire, had come to nothing, as she was nowhere to be seen.

I zoned out of the lecture; about halfway through it, my mobile vibrated with a text message from a number I didn't recognise:

"Are you on campus?" it said.

"Yes, who is this?"

"Your research professor," came the reply.

"My office now."

"But I'm in a lecture, you know, the one you are supposed to be giving."

"Fool, I don't lecture 3rd years; last week was a temporary substitution. Anyway, I'm not arguing with you. I want you in my office in10 minutes. Now move."

I quickly packed my stuff away, and awkwardly got up in the middle of the lecture and made my way out of the lecture theatre, everyone looking as I left. I was hoping none of them could see my erection, which I tried to cover with my bag.

I ran to the student admin office to find out where her office was, then ran like hell to get there, partly desperate to see her, and also fearful of being late. I finally reached her office.

Well, he's pushing this, Miss Scott thought, looking at the timer she had running on her desk.

Knock, knock. Ahh, she reached over to pause the countdown clock.

"Enter," she said.

The door slowly opened, and Russ's head appeared in the gap, timidly looking into the office.

"Come in, Russ. I will not ask again. Close the door and engage the lock; we don't want to be disturbed."

"Yes, Miss. Sorry I'm late; I ran as fast as I could."

I held the countdown timer up so he could see it.

"28 seconds, that's what you had left. I set the timer going as soon as I sent the last text message. I thought 10 minutes would be ample to get from the lecture theatre to my office."

"It would have been, but I didn't know where your office was; I had to go to student services to find out."

"Hmm, never mind, you managed it. I don't tolerate lateness. If I tell you to be somewhere at a certain time, I expect you there 5 minutes before that time. On time is late, do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss."

He looked like a chastised puppy, large-eyed, eager to please; he would not take much breaking, but that was not my plan with this one. I enjoyed breaking and moulding headstrong, cocky football jocks and the like; that was a challenge, but Russ was so eager to please. I was curious how far I could take him down the road to complete submission; the jocks, whilst breakable, always retained a certain amount of confidence. But I had a feeling I could get Russ to submit to any and all levels of depravity.

"So, did you bring your signed paperwork with you?"

"Yes, Miss, I have it here."

"Good, I presume you read through it before you signed it?"

"Yes, I did."

"And did you understand everything? Any questions before you hand it to me?"

"Erm, not really; it seemed pretty straightforward, but um, I'm not sure what you meant by punitive actions if I failed to do as instructed."

"Ah, yes, I should clear that up for you. You, you may not want to hand me the signed paperwork if you know what that means. I'm sure you have figured out after our last encounter what much of the research is going to be aimed at?"

"Will it mean more of the same?"

Hope lit up in his eyes as he said that. You could almost feel the desperate need, the lust emanating from him. He, he was going to be easy, perhaps too easy. He would bend the knee to me in no time at all. Was there to be any fun to be had in that? I prefer to be challenged a little by my subjects, but sometimes just having someone desperate to serve and please is fun enough.

"More of the same? Or perhaps better experiences? Let's say that last week was the starting point; before you so readily fell to your knees, you were at 0, then you moved up to 1. Imagine what getting to 10 would be like?"

"10, wow. What do we do to get to 10?" he asked.

"Don't worry about 10; you probably will never get there, however we still need to work out what the punitive actions may be, don't we?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"Right, they could be in the form of a physical punishment; let's say a spanking, or it could be in the removal of pleasure in some form. I'm not sure yet; it would depend on the level of insubordination. But let's not dwell on the negatives; it's the positives you should be interested in. I, by the way, get significant pleasure from both your pleasure and your discomfort, so it's a win-win for me."

I could see the wheels turning in his lust-addled mind. He held the signed paperwork in his hand; he looked from me to it and back again, his hand slightly shaking as he held it out for me to take.

"You won't hurt me, will you, Miss?"

"Not seriously, no. Look, before we take this any further, let us set up some safe words for you to use, if whenever we are conducting research, there is something you are not happy about, just say orange, or if you cannot speak for whatever reason, tap your hand twice on a surface. If you want me to stop, say crimson, or tap your hand 3 times. Is that simple enough?"

"Yes, I think so."

"I doubt I will push you to crimson, but I don't know yet what your boundaries are. However, know that if you go to crimson, then that will be the end of the research, and I will terminate your position. That may sound harsh, but I need you to trust me. I will push you as far as I can to find your boundaries, so use amber carefully, and crimson as an absolute last resort. Is that all clear? Remember much about letting go, and giving full submission is about trust. So you will need to trust me in the coming sessions."

I took the paperwork from him and slid it into a drawer., I would shred it later; it was worthless, to be honest, but Russ didn't know that.

"So, did you do the homework I set you?"

"Yes, I looked into it; some things I understood, others I'm not so sure about."

"Ok, let's begin by going through the list, but before we start, have you been a good boy?"

"How do you mean, Miss?"

"When I left you last week, you were rather flustered, somewhat unsatisfied, and, shall we say, ready to blow? I warned you not to touch yourself at all; did you manage not to have a wank this last week? Could you control your urges not to blow your wad everywhere? It must have been difficult, so have you been a good boy?"

"No, Miss. I mean, yes. Yes, Miss, I have been a good boy. No, I haven't touched myself, although I've wanted to many times; just thinking about what you made me do almost makes me cum."

"Wow, I'm impressed. You wouldn't lie to me, though, would you? That would be bad, and a breach of your instructions."

"No, Miss, honestly. I've not touched myself; I haven't had an orgasm for like 10 days."

"You poor boy, your balls must be full to bursting; come here, let me feel them."

Russ came over to where I was sitting. I cupped his balls with my right hand, gently lifting them up, feeling the weight of them.

"My, they are weighty; they must be full of cum. Perhaps we can do something about that before the end of our session."

"Oh yes please Miss, anything, they are aching."

"Anything? You may regret that later. Anyway, let's lets get back to the list."

"So, what do you understand about dominance and submission?" I asked him.

"One person has control over another; the submissive has to do as they are told," he replied.

"Yes, loosely. The dominant party leads, controls, and directs; the submissive, who yields, follows, and gives control to the Dom, in a consensual way."

"How do you think that will be expressed between the two of us?" I enquired.

"I guess as you are older and more experienced, you will take the lead?" He answered.

"Oh, I will do more than take the lead. From this moment on. No, from last week onwards, you are MY submissive. I will be your dominant. So I will lead, controlling, and directing you in every form of encounter between us, and perhaps others. You will give me absolute control, yield to me, and follow my instructions. It is simply a power exchange; I have the power. You do not, so you submit your agency to me."

"Ok." he said carefully.

"Good. Now, service and devotion, what do you understand about that?"

"I do as you tell me?"

"Hmm, you put little effort into that one, did you? No, the most important part of this is that whilst fulfilling the duties of a sub, you must take pleasure in giving me pleasure. In performing the tasks given, attending to your dominant's needs, or expressing devotion and obedience."

"I see," he said.

"Now, Bondage, this should be a simple one."

"One person is tied up, or restrained by the other?"

"Pretty much. Again, it is about surrendering one's physical self to another."

"Now this sounds like a contradiction, but what is consensual non-consent?"

"This sounded like permission to rape someone?"

He sounded much less sure of this one.

"No, not rape; rape is rape and has no place in society."

"It is more in our case about me pushing you beyond where you feel comfortable. Where mutual and enthusiastic consent is given by all parties in advance,  such as you just did by signing the agreement. And with specific conditions and rules like the safe words already established. Where you say no, but I continue until the point of your safe word. It may feel scary or out of control, but this is where trust comes into play."

"Now, Orgasm Control, I think you already know what this is, don't you?"

"Yes, it's an infuriating inability to reach orgasm due to you denying me the ability to touch myself."

"It's not just about lack of touch. Imagine I masturbate you, or allow you to masturbate yourself, but force you to stop just before the point of climax. This could happen many times repeatedly, before the orgasm is allowed. That is orgasm control."

"You sound badly done to. Have I hurt your feelings by not letting you wank off? I bet you were hard for ages after our last meeting; what must it have been like eating your first pussy, yet not being able to have the relief you so badly needed following such an experience?"

A sly smile crosses my face and dances in my eyes as I watch you. I think it is time to bring a little practical learning into the dynamic.

I stand up and moved around the desk, sitting on the edge of it; I crossed my feet at the ankles and folded my arms underneath my breasts.

"Let's do some experiments, all in the name of research, of course. Take of all your clothes."

"Really, what here?"

"Yes, here, now, strip. I have felt your full balls; now I want to see them."

He stood there a bit dumbfounded, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He slipped it off and followed that with his jeans. Standing, standing there in socks and boxers, he looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

"Ugh, lose the bloody socks." I said.

"I hate guys in socks, VERY unsexy. Loose, loose the boxers too; let's see what you were endowed with. It felt acceptable in the hand, but let's see it."

The socks came off, as did the boxers. Well, well, that's rather nice, I thought, a good 7 inches of young cock, rather thick as well; I can have some fun with that, I thought.

"Now we have a couple of other items on the list you were to research, so let's carry on, shall we? First, let's try one already mentioned. Bondage, a simple one this; we will not bother to use restraints., I expect you to restrain yourself."

"How." he asked.

"Simple: place your hands behind your head, interlock your fingers, and do not move them for any reason until I tell you to do so. Is that understood?"

He nodded yes and did as instructed.

I walked around him, inspecting his body. Very nice it was too, quite an alpha male body but obviously a beta mind.

"Let's try the next thing on the list, sensation play. Do, do you know what that is?"

"Touching, spanking, teasing, Miss?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?" I asked.

"Telling you."

Slap. I brought my open palm down onto his left buttock.

"Ow fuck," he said.

"Wrong answer." I said. "Well, technically the right answer, but you never TELL me anything, do you?"

"No, Miss. Sorry, Miss."

"Good boy, now let's try something."

With that, I moved to face him. I brought my hands close up to his neck and let the red nails of my index fingers touch his skin; he flinched involuntarily.

"Ooh, so sensitive?" I cooed.

I began to slowly drag my nails down his neck to his shoulders. Not hard, not really leaving a mark, but his breathing was getting faster. Down, they moved until they reached his pecs. Moving my nails inwards, my nails reached about an inch from his nipples.

I began tracing slow circles around them, not actually touching his hardening buds, 5, 6, 7 times around; on the 8th. I moved my fingers sideways and grazed my nails over his now very hard nipples. He let out a moan of pleasure. I went back to doing circles round and round and round as I went, then across the nipple. Each time, his moans became louder.

The last series of circles terminated in not a single nail drag, but a pinch between thumb and index finger. This time, I did not hold back and pinched them hard. He let out a little yelp as I pulled on his hard nipples.

"Mmm, that feels good, doesn't it?"

My nails left his chest, and I continued down his body, to the top of his thighs, squatting down, my face now level with his very hard cock.

"Spread your legs." I ordered.

He did so as I dragged my nails to the inside of his thighs, through between his legs, to his buttocks. I grasped the cheeks of his arse hard and dug my nails in. He yelped again. Holding on to the buttocks, I pulled him closer, his cock now an inch away from my red painted lips. I looked up at him.

"Watch,." I commanded. "And stay as still as a statue."

He looked down straight into my eyes as I placed my lips on the very tip of his cock and dug my nails in even harder.

I pulled back, never intending to take his cock into my mouth; I could see the frustration and disappointment on his face. I smiled up at him.

"Want more?"

"Fuck yes, Miss."

"Ha, not yet, my little pet."

Releasing his buttocks from my vice-like grip, I traced the nails of my right hand gently down the crack of his arse, grazing his most secret spot, eliciting a soft moan and causing his cock to bounce. A large glob of pre-cum was dripping down from his slit.

My fingers continued their exploration, dragging along his perineum, to the base of the cock beneath his balls. I applied gentle pressure to this spot, slowly increasing it as I massaged his prostrate from the outside of his body. His breathing became deeper, and deeper, his cock was flicking up and down, as more clear liquid emanated from it.

"Oh, Miss, I don't think I can take much more. Fuck, that feels so good."

"You have to take as much as I give you until I release you. You are experiencing both service/devotion and orgasm control. I'm controlling when you can empty these heavy balls of yours. And I'm enjoying myself immensely, so your discomfort and desperate need to climax are servicing that aspect as well. It's a win-win for me."

I moved from the base of his cock, scratching my nails down the length of his shaft. Pretending his cock was a clock face, I ran a nail down the 12 o'clock position from the base of his shaft to the rear of his cock head, then 1 o'clock, then 2, and so on until we reached 12 again. The poor dear was leaking pre cum all over the floor.

I stopped playing with him, and stood up, wheeling over my office chair in front of him, and picking up my handbag. I sat down in front of him. Leaning back in my chair, I crossed one leg over the other, my black pencil skirt riding up my thigh, revealing my black nylons. Staring at him, I said.

"Keep standing as you are."

"So that was a quick and mild introduction to sensation play. Imagine that going on for hours, blindfolded, perhaps with headphones on so you cannot see or hear. Does that sound fun?"

"Yes, Miss, would it please you to do that to me?" he asked.

Hmm, was that a question of submission from him? That was the first time he had mentioned my pleasure over his. Interesting.

"It would please me to be pleased, by whatever means I was in the mood for." I replied.

"Now, Role Play, one of my favourite pastimes. I guess we are roleplaying now. Do you see it?"

"Yes, Miss, I do see it. You, you are playing the dominant older woman, and I am playing the submissive servant."

Calling himself a servant is another crack in his submissive armour.

"Yes, that is exactly what is happening here." I said.

"But I'm not convinced of your total submission yet. I think you just want to orgasm, and then you will be less inclined to champion my pleasure."

"No, Miss, I feel I'm in a strange world, one I've never experienced before. I feel like I can trust you. I really want to give you pleasure, as much as I can. I would obviously like to experience pleasure too, but as I look in your eyes right now, something inside me says I should submit to you unconditionally."

There it is: the word submit. It falls from your mouth like a confession. I feel a renewed surge of power over you. I hoped this would happen, but you can never tell how easy it is to break someone.

Looking at you, imagining the plans I have for you makes me wet between the legs.

"Submit to me. Yes, that is what you will do in every way possible."

"To be perfectly honest with you, Miss, I think it may be more than submission to you that I need and crave. I have been going over in my head what happened last week, how you used me for your own selfish pleasure, and how it made me feel. "

"And how did it make you feel?" I asked him.

"Alive. 'he said. 'Alive, and needed. "

"Needed? You think I needed you last week? "

"Well, your pussy wasn't going to lick itself, was it? "He said with a shy but cheeky grin.

Touché, I thought, a small smile playing across my lips. But I couldn't let him get away with such insolence, so I reached up and pinched his nipples very hard, pulling down on them.

"Oh, ow, fuck Miss. "He exclaimed.

"That's what you get for being clever. "I said with a smile.

"Sorry, Miss. "

I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the sad, remorseful look on his face, so I stood up and took each nipple in turn between my lips, gently and lovingly kissing them.

"Miss, I will submit to your every need, every whim. I want you to use and abuse me for your own pleasure, like you did last week. "

"Use and abuse, that covers a multitude of sins. I'm not sure you are ready to go that far."

"I am, Miss., I will go as far as you are willing to take me. "

"Hmm, we will see. One step at a time. You are still a virgin, and the list of things I may want you to do is very long, and your experience is very lacking."

"Now." I said, sitting siting back down. "We need to discuss what I think maybe your secret fetish."

"What would that be, Miss? I don't think I have any fetishes. "

"Ah, but you see, I think you do. Let's see, shall we? "

I reached into my handbag and pulled out my silver cigarette case and lighter. I saw his eyes light up. Bingo, I thought. I knew you showed an unusual interest in my smoking last week.

"So, this. "I said, opening the case and extracting a cigarette. "Doesn't interest you at all? "

"You think I have a smoking fetish, Miss? "

"Yes, yes, I do. "I replied, placing the filter between my red lips. I handed him the lighter.

"Would you do the honours, please? "I asked as I leaned towards him.

He released his self imposed bondage and took the lighter from me. He struck the lighter, and offered the flame to the end of the cigarette as I inhaled deeply. Taking a lungful of smoke, I looked at him as I exhaled to the ceiling.

He was watching entranced. I had his total attention. His cock bobbed up and down. I took another long, deep drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke from my lips, this time aimed at his cock.

"Oh, fuck Miss, "he whispered to himself.

"Look at me". I ordered.

He looked down as I sucked smoke into my mouth, moving towards his groin., I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth, slowly exhaling the smoke over his penis. When, when I had finished, I closed my lips around the head of his cock and pulled back with my head, his cock popping out of my mouth like a lollipop.

"My god, Miss. I'm gonna cum."

"Did I give you permission?" I asked, gripping the base of his cock hard.

"You don't cum, until I say you can. Do, do I make myself clear? "

"Yes. Yes, Miss, of course. I'm so sorry it's just watching you blow smoke on my cock, and take it in your mouth. It was too much. "

I smiled at him. "Yes, I know. That's why I did it. Control, boy, you need to learn about self control. "

"Now, tell me what it is about smoking that drives you mad with lust?. You don't smoke yourself, do you? "

"No, no, Miss never. I don't understand why it turns me on so much. "

"When did this interest begin? "I asked him.

"I'm not sure. I snuck glances at the girls at school when they smoked at break times, and I always lusted after my best friend's mom, who smoked. I used to watch her when I went around to his house. She worked as a secretary, and would come home from work, sit in the kitchen in her black skirt and white blouse, and smoke a cigarette whilst she chatted to us. I was always aroused by it. "

"But what is it about it you like? It doesn't taste or smell pleasant to a non smoker does it?"

"No, not really. Fresh, fresh smoke is OK, I guess, but old smoke is awful. "

"So why? "

"I think it'stwo things., I usually associate it with more mature women, and think there is some sort of control or dominance to it that attracts me. A level of confidence that the woman possesses. Also, there is an oral aspect to it. The cigarette is placed between your lips, hopefully red-painted lips. You suck the smoke into your mouth and exhale from between your lips. "

"Ahh, so that's why you asked me to exhale from my mouth and not my nostrils last week. "I asked.

"Yes, I guess so. "

I took a last short drag from my cigarette and put it out in the ashtray.

"So, do you fantasies about women smoking?" I asked.

"Erm, yes sometimes. "He replied.

I picked up my notebook and pen, to take notes and said,. "Tell me about your fantasy. "

"Erm, do I have to? It's, it's too embarrassing to share. "

"Well, you have little choice, do you? It's all a part of the research. I need to know what makes you tick, so that I can exploit it fully. So come on, spill the beans, boy, tell me the scenario you use when you wank off, thinking about a mature dominant woman smoking."

"Ok, I usually think of my friend's mum. Imagining her sitting in the kitchen after a hard day's work. We are talking. She lights a cigarette, and complains about sore feet, so I offer to give her a foot massage. She accepts, and so I give her one, moving my hands up her calves. She finishes her cig, lights another and says that what she really needs is for me to go down on her. It's been so long since her husband used his tongue on her. So she lifts her skirt, pulls down her knickers, and I kneel between her legs and perform oral on her, watching her smoke as I lick her pussy. She eventually comes, then gives me a quick smokey blowjob as a thank you. "

"Kinky." I say.

"So you'd like a smokey blowjob, would you? "

"I'd love one Miss. I would do anything for one, "he said.

"Anything? "I asked.

"Yes, anything at all. You tell me to do it and I will. "

"Interesting. Ok we are running out of time for today's session. I will give you what you want as a special treat, but in return I will do something to you immediately after you cum. You, you will participate fully, no flinching or trying to pull back. When that is done, I will need you to lie down so I can fuck your tongue. Is it a deal? "

"Absolutely Miss. I will do anything you ask. Thank you so much. "

"Good boy, your appreciation is endearing. Now let's empty those balls, shall we? "

I picked a cigarette from the case and placed it between my lips. Looking up at him, I raised my eyebrows as if to tell him to light me up. He got the message and fired up the lighter, igniting the end of my cigarette. I took a long drag and removed it from my mouth, pursing my lips together. I blew a fine stream of smoke onto the end of his cock.

When I had finished, I leaned forward and gently kissed the end of his manhood. I squeezed quite hard and moved his foreskin up and down a couple of times, causing a large glob of pre-cum to drip from his slit.

I caught it on my tongue. I stood up and placed my hand behind his head, pulling him closer. I slipped my cock juice coated tongue between his lips. He opened his mouth and began desperately sucking on my tongue. I tongue fucked his mouth for a short time, before taking a long drag on my cigarette. I resumed with my lips pressed to his, my tongue exploring, as I emptied my lungs into his wet, willing mouth.

He coughed and gasped for air. I just looked at him and smirked.

"Like that slut? "I growled.

Oops, where did that come from? I thought to myself, I must be super horny. First time verbally abusing him. How would he take it?

"Miss, I disliked the smoke, but fuck, I loved the power you held over me. Am I really your slut? "

"Do you want to be?"

"Very, very much so, Miss; please, make me your slut. "

"Let's wait and see, shall we? See how you perform in the next few minutes?" I replied.

I sat back down, and conscious of the time, decided to speed things up and put him out of his misery.

"Tell me the minute you are going to cum." I ordered.

Taking another long drag, I fed his cock into my open mouth. Smoke billowed out, and I wanked him hard, holding his cock with a strong grip. I slid his foreskin backwards and forwards with just the head in my mouth.

"Oh, oh fuck, miss, I cannot hold on much longer. I'm going to cum. "

I quickly took a final drag on my cigarette and clamped my lips around the head of his cock. Just as I did so, he moaned. He was coming. I felt a hard jet of cum shoot into my mouth. More and more, it just kept coming.

I was still frantically wanking him as well, as using my tongue on his frenulum. He started moaning; he was getting sensitive, but I kept going, wanting to overstimulate him. I only stopped because I was running out of air. Keeping my mouth tight around his cock, I pulled it out of my mouth, keeping my lips sealed.

I stood up and looked triumphantly at a physically and emotionally spent young lad, his first orgasm from something other than his hand.

I pulled him to me, placing my closed lips against his, putting more pressure on them. I carefully opened them and forced my tongue between his lips to open up his mouth. When my tongue was deep inside his mouth, I let forth the copious amount of cum he had shot inside, and the smoke from my last drag, into his. I felt him pull back ever so slightly, but he must have remembered my instructions, and he acquiesced to my physical demands and accepted the full mouth of cum and smoke into his.

"Swallow." I demanded.

He did like the good slut he is.

I held him gently in my arms, stroking his hair. Feeling his chest move in and out as his breathing became gentler after his powerful orgasm. I moved my mouth to his ear, which I gently kissed and sucked on.

"Good little slut." I whispered. "You have passed the cum eating test, and you are now my cum eating slut."

"Thank you, Miss." He said.

He put his arms around me and returned my embrace.

Continuing to kiss and suck on his ear, I whispered. "Did I give you permission to lower your arms?"

His hands shot back up behind his head. I smiled at him, feeling the power I held over him, even after release.

I put my hands on his shoulders and eased him down to his knees. Leaning over him, I instructed him to open his mouth. I spat the last of his cum into his mouth, then pushed him down onto his back, pulled my knickers down, and sat on his face.

"Fuck me slut. "I said. "Fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum all over your face."

I lowered my wet cunt down onto his mouth. I felt his tongue immediately slide between my lips. It felt like I was gushing pussy juice into his mouth. I was so wet and horny. After abusing and turning this sweet innocent lad into my sub, begging me to use him, here I was doing just that.

"I'm going to be late for my meeting. Suck my clit now, make me come."

I felt him take my hard clit between his lips and begin to both suck hard, and flick it with his tongue. Oh fuck, I thought, here it comes. My orgasm hit me so hard it felt like a freight train coursing through me. I looked down to see a puddle of liquid on the floor. I rarely squirted, but here this young sub had made me squirt all over him. I stood up and looked down at the poor wretch. He looked like he had just got out of the shower, his hair and face were soaked.

"Oops." I said, smiling, "The mark of a good oral giver is sometimes near drowning." I joked. 'You have a very talented and enthusiastic tongue for someone so young and inexperienced."

"Fuck, that was good." I said.

"You are such a good boy, but you need to get cleaned up and be on your way. I have to leave for my meeting."

"Until next week, no wanking, no touching. If you feel like fantasising about me, you may do so, but the only part of your body you are allowed to stimulate is your nipples. Do I make myself clear?"

He said he understood.

"I will text you about our next session. Until then, my young assistant."