I’m 28, and got into domination a couple of years ago. It’s easy, because most men think with their cocks.

I usually pick guys about my age who are extremely well-built and really handsome. But recently I got new neighbors, with a short, wimpy-looking 19-year-old son, and for some reason I can’t explain, he turned me on.

He was a college freshman — and a virgin, I figured. I turned on the charm and offered him a deal: I would let him drive my Porsche to school for a week to impress the chicks if he promised to be my slave for the weekend. He quickly agreed.

Friday arrived and Devon showed up at my door right on time. I told him the rules: He was not to talk unless he was spoken to, and he had to do everything I said. If he hesitated, he would be punished. He agreed.

First I had him strip to his shorts, with an erection bulging inside them. I fastened leather cuffs to his wrists, ankles and neck with rings on them so I could tie them together or to posts. Then I had him get out the sponge and wipe up the kitchen floor. Each time he got up to rinse the sponge out, I saw his boner through his shorts.

I got a pair of my sheer panties and told him to get out of his underwear. His cock was about five inches long and extremely hard, with a cute patch of pubic hair above it. When he got my panties on, he was really embarrassed. They were so low-cut that his cock stuck out an inch above them, and the patch of pubic hair was plainly visible.

He continued sponging the floor until it was time for dinner. After he did the dishes, I took him down to the basement for some fun.

In the middle of the basement there are two support beams. I fastened him to one, then slipped a leather hood over his head, with zippers over the eye, mouth and ear slits. I attached the hood to his neck collar so he couldn’t get it off. I left the slits over the eyes and ears open but zipped the one over his mouth after shoving a gag in.

He was getting worried. I cut the panties off him and stared at his stiff little peter. Excited now, I slipped out of my clothes and rubbed my pussy against his thigh. His cock was straight up and twitching. I warned him not to come. Then I got my favorite switch, which has tails on it. I traced my fingertips over his body. He was really getting hot, but I didn’t even touch his now-purple cock. Instead I brushed my pussy hair against his knee while I played with his asshole.

I went upstairs to get a glass of wine, then brought it down. I got a chair, sat down in front of Devon and masturbated slowly to climax.

When I was ready to resume with Devon, I tied a piece of cord around his cock to keep him from coming, then spread shaving cream over his underarms and legs and shaved him. I took a pair of scissors to his pubic hair, and when I got close to his skin I spread the shaving cream all over his pubic region, including his cock. After shaving him bare, I used a depilatory cream on his balls and asshole, leaving him nice and smooth, then rubbed some oil on his cock and balls and released the cord.

I took some pics of him for my collection. It was amusing to watch him wiggling around. I slapped his cock and told him to lie still. I unzipped the slit over his mouth and asked if he wanted to come. He actually begged me to get him off! I told him if he was a really good cunt-licker I’d let him come, then untied him, took him upstairs and fastened him to a rolling desk chair with his hands tied behind him and tied his ankles to the back legs of the chair with his legs slightly spread. His cock was sticking straight up.

I rolled the chair in front of a table, then lay down on it so his mouth was even with my pussy. I ordered him to start licking, and he went at it. He really got me going, and had me crying out with gusto until I finally exploded. Panting, I sat up and took hold of his head to stop him. I looked down at his raging little cock and hairless balls. To cool him off, I got a glass of ice water and poured it on his crotch. He yelped. I told him he wasn’t a good enough cunt-lapper.

I was tired, so I took him to the guest room and tied him spread-eagle to the bed. I zipped his eye and ear slits and gave his little hard-on a kiss. I slid a rubber over his burning cock and left him.

The next morning I snuck in and looked at him sleeping. His cock was still stiff. I was glad that he hadn’t had the relief of a wet dream. I woke him up, freed him from the bed and tied his hands behind his back. I removed the rubber and tied a piece of shoestring several times around his cock. Then I took him down to the basement and tied him to the post again.

I caressed every inch of his body — except his cock, of course. When it was fully hard, I released the string. I sucked it gently, just to tease him, then got a feather and tickled him under his arms. I heard his muffled laughter through the leather over his mouth. He was going crazy!

I asked if he wanted to come. He nodded. I said, “You better eat my pussy better than last time!”

We went upstairs, and I tied him to the chair again, then stretched out on the table with my crotch right beneath his mouth. While I held his head with my knees, he buried his face in me. As I was about to come, he began to jerk in the chair. Grabbing his head by his hair, I said, “What happened?”

He mumbled that nothing had happened. I sat up and looked down between his legs. Come was smeared all over his flat, hairless belly. His peter was at half-mast. Come oozed down it onto his balls.

“Bad boy,” I said. “If you come again, I’m going to give you an enema.”

I cleaned him up with soap and water. By the time I finished, his peter was stiff again. I sat on his legs facing him and gave him a big kiss while my pussy hair brushed against his boner.

I asked if he’d ever had an enema. He gulped and said no. I kept on kissing him and rubbing my slick pussy up against his stiff dick. I got on my knees and ran my tongue up his thighs while tweaking his nipples with my fingers. I licked his erection up and down. He was struggling and whispering, “Stop, please,” but I just kept it up. I sucked his balls. His dick was nearly touching his abdomen. Knowing he was on the verge, I rubbed under his cockhead and produced a stream of come that landed on my left tit.

I leaned in real close and whispered that it was time for his enema. I took him to the bathroom and cleaned him up, then had him lie on the floor on his back. I slid a pillow under his lower back, then greased a finger and eased it in his rectum. His cock quickly hardened. I massaged his prostate until his cock was throbbing. I inserted the enema and slowly filled him with water.

After a few minutes I finally let him sit on the john. When he was emptied, I started to feel sorry for him. I took him in the bedroom and, as I tied him spread-eagle to the bed, I said, “You’ve been a pretty good slave, so I’m going to reward you.”

I closed the eye and ear holes so he couldn’t see or hear, then caressed him all over, including his cock and balls. I sucked on his nipples, then his balls, and finally his cock. I brought him almost to climax, then stopped and let him recover. I oiled him up and really fondled him. Then I got a vibrating butt plug and inserted it slowly in his ass.

Unable to wait any longer, I jumped on top of him and jabbed his meat in my cunt. I rocked up and down and back and forth as he thrust his hips up to meet me. Then his cock jerked inside me. When I was nearing climax, I reached under him and switched the butt plug on. He came with unbelievable force, filling me with come.

I switched the vibrator off but stayed on him until he got soft inside me. When I rolled off and took the leather mask off him, he told me he wanted to come over to my house every weekend!