Mistress Erica and I spent three incredible days and nights together at my California mansion. She’d always sworn if she stayed at my place we wouldn’t leave the house — and she certainly made good on that promise, and then some.  Before our get-together, I was anxious about our agreement that I was to be her slave for three nights in a row. As a self-proclaimed mover and shaker in the entertainment industry, the prospect of giving up my power even briefly both frightened and excited me. Let me tell you, though, it was so very worth it.

Prior to our fling, every day of my life was spent making decisions and putting out fires. I reveled in my influence and status, but something had been missing for quite a while. A certain feeling had long eluded me. The feeling of surrendering control.

But during our rendezvous, I learned lessons I wouldn’t soon forget.

Erica arrived at dusk, and there was a slight chill in the air. I shivered when I opened the door and saw her standing in a black trench coat, thigh-high vinyl boots and a black vinyl catsuit. The curls of her long brown hair whipped around her face in the wind, and she removed her oversized sunglasses as she greeted me.

“Hello,” said Erica, her ruby-red lips curling into a sly smile. “You’re looking well.”

She stood in the doorway of my very private and secluded sanctuary, ready to invade my inner sanctum and shake things up. My hands shook as I took her luggage from her and led her inside. I heard the clack, clack, clack of her boot heels on the marble floor as she followed close behind me. I showed her upstairs to the master bedroom, and she shut the door behind us. As the lock clicked closed, I knew it was on. I carefully set down her heavy bags as she strolled around the room, admiring my artwork and luxurious furnishings. She removed her coat and tossed it to me before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“So, what sort of debauchery are you in the mood for tonight?”

Her vinyl catsuit squeaked as she shifted on the bed and eyed me like a predator sizing up her prey. I hung her coat in the closet and stared at her with my mouth agape.

“If you intend to keep your mouth hanging open like that, I’ll have to find something to fill it,” she said with a sinister chuckle.

I closed my mouth but didn’t speak. I was so captivated by the Amazonian dominatrix sitting on my bed, who was ready to torment and tease me. What did I want her to do with me? Anything she wanted. I’d been waiting for our encounter for such a long time. As much as she unnerved me, I was filled with a desire to serve her from the moment I’d laid eyes upon her.

Erica snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. Instinctively, I dropped to my knees. She beckoned me closer by crooking her finger, and I crawled to her, feeling my cock already stiffening and straining against my jeans.

My dear domina crossed her legs, bouncing one of her booted feet. I was overwhelmed with the urge to worship her.

“I don’t believe you’ve greeted me properly yet,” said Erica, kicking her boot in the direction of my face and nearly grazing my lips.

I got the message and kissed and licked the toe of the boot she held aloft. She adjusted her position on the bed, spreading her legs just enough to expose where the zipper to her catsuit ended. My feverish mind conjured up images of what her glistening pussy looked like beneath the shiny vinyl.

Perched on my knees, I carefully took her sleek boot in my hands, deep-throating her stiletto heel and suckling at it like a hungry animal.

“Very good,” Erica said, “You’re learning how to properly worship your mistress.”

I softly stammered, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

She kicked me away, and I fell backward. I broke my fall with my hands and kept myself from tumbling totally onto the carpet. I gazed at her as she stood and towered over me.

“Speak up, slave,” she said, nudging my chest with her boot. “I want to hear you.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I managed to mutter a bit louder.

She remained standing before me and looking down at my cowering self. I felt so embarrassed and small in front of her. This wasn’t a situation I was used to, but I can’t lie: I was on fucking fire.

She leaned against the edge of the bed and poked at my denim-covered cock with her boot. I felt like it was about to bust right out of my jeans as she toyed with my erection. A part of me almost hoped she’d kick me in the balls. I don’t even know where that thought came from. But I struggled to keep my composure as I knelt on the floor like her little plaything.

“Take off your clothes, slave. I want to see what I’m working with here,” she ordered.

I started fumbling with the buttons of my shirt as she said, “And for the duration of our time together, you will call me Mistress. Do you understand?”

I nodded and continued to fail at unbuttoning my shirt. Just then, she reached down and slapped me across the face.

“Answer me, slave!” she demanded.

I stopped fiddling with my shirt and looked into her eyes. I was not to continue wasting her time; she was making that abundantly clear.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said with a newfound sense of confidence.

My cheek still radiated from her slap’s sting, and I finally finished gracelessly removing my shirt. My bare chest was covered in sweat. I unfastened the fly of my jeans, but my throbbing erection made it difficult to pull down my pants and boxers. I kicked off my loafers and pulled off my socks and then finally was able to ease my bottoms all the way off. Having gotten myself naked, I once more knelt before her — and tried to prepare myself for whatever she next had in mind.

Mistress tapped her toe impatiently. Then she walked around my exposed body as if silently judging me. Standing before me, she rested her boot on my thigh, so very close to my naked and very hard cock.

“I want to be entertained, slave. Play with that pathetic dick of yours. Maybe you’ll amuse me,” she said.

I took my cock in hand and began jerking off in front of her as she sat back down on the bed. It was an odd feeling to be put on display for her pleasure. But as evidenced by the pre-come dribbling from my cockhead, the pleasure was more than just hers.

The situation was both humiliating and exhilarating, and I felt like I was close to shooting off right in my hand.

As if sensing my precarious state, Mistress said, “Don’t you dare come without first asking my permission.”

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, barely holding on. “Mistress, may I please climax?”

However, my beseeching words elicited a hearty laugh from my lady.

Time was running out, and my cock was twitching in my hand as I continued masturbating in front of her. It was a dangerous situation. If I slowed down to temper my hair-trigger, I risked displeasing her. But if I didn’t let up, I knew I was also in danger of exploding.

“Mistress, please, please may I come for your pleasure?” I begged once more.

But without warning, I shot my load into my palm, and I hung my head in shame as I awaited my fate.

“Maybe you can follow this direction: Lick up your mess, slave!”

I dutifully obeyed her command, tasting the salty, sticky flavor of my release. My face heated with delicious embarrassment.

Once I’d finished sufficiently cleaning myself up, I looked at Mistress for her next order.

“On your back — now!” she barked, and I quickly complied.

Mistress Erica swung her right leg above me and positioned the sole of her boot against my balls. Fear rose in my throat as she pressed against my sensitive sac. My cock was somehow still as hard as a rock.

“You will learn,” said Mistress, putting more of her weight onto my nuts, which were once again aching for release. “When I give you an order, you are to obey me without question. Your orgasm is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Your ass is mine.”

She punctuated that last line with a swift kicking motion of her boot, tormenting my junk. I lay there helpless but incredibly turned-on. I couldn’t believe how much I was getting off on her abuse, but I fucking loved every second of it.

Erica slept in my bed that night, while I curled up on the floor on a fluffy blanket. I felt like her pampered pet, and I wondered what the next two nights had in store for me.

I cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner for us, and we spent a relatively normal day together entertaining ourselves. Anxiously, I waited for nightfall. As the sun set on our second night together, Mistress’s demeanor changed. I knew it was time for more fun, and I couldn’t wait for it to start.

Mistress changed into a short leopard-print minidress that was so sheer I could see every bit of her luscious body beneath it. Her curves were killer, and she wore no bra or panties. I practically drooled as I knelt before her in my bedroom, watching her remove her high heels and thigh-high stockings. She stood before me, barefoot and tempting. I knelt naked on the soft carpet, and all I wanted was to worship her once more. She dangled her feet in front of me, and I got to work kissing her peds, sucking her toes and rubbing her sweaty soles all over my face.

“There’s a good slave,” Mistress cooed.

I voraciously licked, sucked and kissed every inch of her feet as reverently as I possibly could. My cock stiffened, and I could hardly contain my arousal.

“That’s enough,” Mistress finally said, eyeing my hard cock.

She inched up her dress and turned around, giving me a perfect view of her bare ass and pussy.

“Lie down, slave,” she said.

I quickly complied, stretching out on the floor and anticipating what was about to happen. Just as I’d hoped, she straddled my face. Her delicious pussy was inches from my nose, allowing me to smell her arousal. Instinctively, I strained my neck to reach up and give her a lick. But before I made contact, she smothered me with her sex.

I didn’t care if I couldn’t breathe. It felt delightful to have my face ridden by such a goddess. I devoured her pussy as she moaned and ground herself against me. Her juices dripped down my chin, and my cock was so hard from inhaling her scent and lapping up her flavor.

“Mmm, that feels so good, slave. Keep up the good work,” she said, grinding her hips harder as I suckled her clit.

As I ate her out, I could tell she was close to the edge. Her thighs were tensing up around my head.

“That’s right, boy. Make me come. I want to climax all over your handsome face,” she said.

I kept up the furious action of my lips and tongue as I ate her. She continued to writhe and ride my mouth until she tumbled over the edge of orgasm.

Mistress Erica moaned and growled as she came, her juices coating my face. I was proud to have pleased her. She shifted her position, and I turned my attention to eating her ass. I wormed my wriggling tongue, slick with her pussy juice, into her backdoor and tongue-fucked her good. As she smothered my face with her beautiful rear, I couldn’t help but want to touch her. Hell, I couldn’t help but want to touch myself. I hoped if I did a good job she might give me permission to come this time.

I was finally granted a brief respite from my duties when she climbed off me. There I was, as naked as could be, my face glossed with my mistress’s arousal. My face was so anointed with her pussy juices that I couldn’t help but inhale her potent scent. My cock was standing at attention, and my balls ached. 

Mistress reached down and grabbed me by the back of my shaggy brown hair. She twisted her hand and pulled me up toward her. As I stumbled to stand, she brought her face so close to mine that our noses were practically touching. Though I’d wanted to come badly, in that moment I wanted to kiss her more than anything else. She shoved me onto the bed, and I fell on my back into a pile of pillows. She removed her dress and tossed it on the floor, her naked body looking like a masterpiece. She climbed into bed with me and stroked my cock at an agonizingly slow pace. My erection practically vibrated with need. She lowered her head and swirled her tongue around my cockhead. I groaned helplessly.

“Do you think you deserve to come tonight?” Mistress asked, wrapping her fingers around my dick and jerking it briskly.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied as she quickened the pace of her strokes.

I was so fucking close to climaxing. I felt like I was about to burst.

“Tell me just how badly you want it. Tell me why you deserve such a reward,” she said, squeezing my dick.

I struggled to find the words to convince her to allow me my pleasure — before it was too late.

“I’ve been such a good slave, Mistress. Oh, please won’t you let me come?”

She slowed her pace and gave the tip of my throbbing cock a not-so-gentle squeeze. I yelped. The night was not going the way I’d wanted it to. I was having my first experience with edging, and it felt like some sort of cruel and unusual torture. Mistress shook her head and cackled with wicked delight.

“Not tonight, slave,” she said. “Time for sleep.”

She shooed me off the bed, and I curled up on the floor in my spot as my genitals ached with desire. One wrong move, or one dirty thought, would’ve made me come, so I struggled to drift off. And as I did, I hoped she wouldn’t deny me my orgasm the next night — our last together for the foreseeable future.

Our third day came and went in a blur, but all I could think of was how badly I wanted to come that evening. It was blue balls like I’d never had before, but somehow the experience was still exhilarating.

Evening came, and Mistress sent me to shower, warning me not to play with myself while I washed up. I longed for her touch, and I yearned for release, so I was determined to obey her and earn my pleasure. I stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom with a towel draped around my lower half. Upon seeing her, my rising cock tented the terry cloth. She wore a black satin corset and a black lace thong. She was barefoot and holding a leather paddle. I tried to swallow around the lump in my throat and felt my cock pulsing even more fiercely.

“Get naked, and bend over the bed,” said Mistress.

I dropped the towel and assumed the position. My face felt flushed with embarrassment and arousal.

Mistress gripped a handful of my right ass cheek and ran the fingernails of her free hand up and down the backs of my legs. I shivered and felt the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. She rubbed the paddle against my vulnerable ass, pulled back and gave me a hard smack. The paddle stung my skin, but my cock throbbed mightily.

“Tell me what you are,” she hissed.

“I’m your bitch, Mistress,” I said, shuddering at the next strike that landed against my behind. 

“Louder,” she insisted, raining down blow after blow upon my unprotected rear.

I gritted my teeth, embracing the pain and the pursuant pleasure — and hoping I would prove myself worthy.

“I’m your bitch, Mistress! Yours to do with as you please!” I cried out as she continued spanking me.

Finally, Mistress placed the paddle on a nearby night table and turned me around to face her. It hurt to rub my sore ass up against the bed linen, and I winced as she moved in closer.

“Don’t worry, slave,” she said. “You’ve pleased me, and I think you deserve a reward.”

She slipped off her corset and thong, and she urged me to climb into bed with her. She got on top of me, and just the feeling of her warm, wet pussy enveloping my cock was nearly enough to make me come right then and there. But somehow I held back. I was determined to enjoy every moment of our beautiful fuck. As I reclined on the mattress, I let her use me as she saw fit. Her beautiful boobs bounced up and down as she rode my dick. Reaching down, she played with her clit and fucked me harder and faster. From the look on her face and the way her muscles tensed, I could tell she was as close to orgasm as I felt.

Just as I was about to shoot without permission, she breathlessly gave her consent for me to climax. I nearly wept with joy as my release consumed me, and she joined me seconds after my cock began to spurt inside her. We shivered and moaned in a delicious mix of passion and pleasure. Satisfaction radiated from my quivering cock throughout every inch of my body. My release was unlike any other I’d ever experienced.

Mistress Erica had assured me our time together would be heavenly — even if I had to go through hell to get there. She was right on all counts, and by the end of our long weekend, I knew I’d never forget her — or the exquisite pleasure she delivered.