Mistress Chapter Four...Rewards!

For a moment Seven stared rebelliously into Five’s glittering eyes, then dropped his gaze. There was no point antagonising him any further, he was angry enough as it was.

Seven walked slowly and shakily from the punishment room, through the door that led into the slaves’ dormitory, and into the bathroom where he began to run a hot, deep bath.

A few minutes later he was relaxing his tired muscles in the soothing water. 

Laying back with a sigh and closing his eyes, he began to think forward to the moment he was going to fuck his mistress again; he pictured her smooth, bare cunt, remembering her exquisite taste and smell…

Five’s voice snarling from the open doorway startled him.

“It won’t last long! She’ll soon tire of you, pretty boy! And when she does…your ass will be mine!” 

Stepping closer to the bath, he lowered his voice,

“Baby, I’m going to fuck you hard, every single night. We all will, but you won’t find everyone is as gentle as me.”

Bending down, he grabbed Sevens hair and pulling his head further back, kissed him roughly on the mouth, forcing his tongue deep inside. There was no point trying to fight him off, so Seven relaxed and began to suck on the tongue that delved into him.

Five broke free and whispered,

“Mmmmmmmmm…. You’re a horny slut, aren’t you? Keep on my good side, and things will be nice and easy. Make me happy boy, and when she’s finished with you, I’ll keep you for my own private use.”

Before Seven could muster a reply, Five turned and left the bathroom, throwing over his shoulder.

“Hurry up slut boy! The Mistress will punish us both if you’re late.”

In a short while, they were again standing outside her bedroom, Five gently knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

Seven felt himself pushed into the room, whereupon he immediately assumed the crouched slave position. He heard his Mistress’s imperious tones.

“Thank you Five, leave us.” 

The door closed softly behind him, then he felt her hand running through his hair.

“Come and lie on the bed.”

Getting up, he followed her to the large bed.

“Lie down on your back slave.” 

He did as he was told and she leant over him, manacling his wrists to the bedposts. 

Sitting down beside him on the bed, she allowed the fingers of one hand to toy with his nipples, squeezing them almost to the point of pain, then slowly trailed her nails down over his belly towards his now rock hard cock.

“I promised that you would cum tonight slave, and you will. You may also speak freely.”

“Thank you Mistress.” 

Smiling, she continued to run her fingers down to his cock, then spent a moment stroking him. Leaning down she kissed his mouth gently,

“You must be exhausted from your ordeal in the punishment room, rest a little while. I have some business to attend, but won’t be too long.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Getting up, she walked from the room, flicking the lights off as she closed the door behind her.

Pitch dark!

Seven lay there for a bit, trying to stare into the blackness. He’d felt fear in the punishment room, even in the dormitory, but this was different. Lying in her warm, comfortable bedroom he simply felt relaxed and very tired. Exhaustion soon took over and he fell into a dreamless sleep.

How much later was it when he woke? It was still pitch dark, he still felt comfortable and relaxed. What had woken him? There it was again! The feel of a tongue on his ankle!

He lay perfectly still as the tongue continued to lick slowly up his leg. 

“Mistress?”

No reply.

Clearly it was The Mistress playing a game, God, how she loved her games! 

Her mouth was moving up his inner thigh now, and he automatically opened his legs wide to allow access. He started to moan at the feel of her wet tongue, the thought of her sexy mouth getting so close…

Soft small hands were parting his buttocks; he brought his knees up and put his feet flat on the bed, lifting himself up a little. Her tongue was licking his ass, long slow licks at first, then gradually centering on one spot, probing into him, wriggling right inside his anus, soft, warm and wet. Then she started to tongue fuck him. His cock was bursting to cum; it was throbbing so hard his balls ached.

“Oh Mistress! I love this! Oh God Yes!” 

All was still for a moment, then came the sensation of her licking and sucking his balls, he twisted and writhed against the restraints, and began to beg,

“Please Mistress, please let me cum. I’ll do anything you want, anything at all.”

She began to run her tongue slowly up and down the length of his cock, finally sliding him into her mouth. Sucking him hard and deep, he could feel the length of him disappearing into her hot, wet mouth; her lips tight like a vacuum pump.

He knew he was going to cum big time! His cock was sliding right down her throat now, his balls resting against her chin; it truly felt like he was being swallowed. 

He began to moan out loud and thrust his cock hard into her mouth, as what felt like a huge load began to pump out of him; the feeling he had as she swallowed his cum was incredible. Still she continued to suck, loathe to release him until every single drop had been consumed. Only when his cock was almost soft did she finally slide him out of her mouth and move from the bed.

He gave a deep sigh…smiling with pleasure, a feeling of total contentment and release washing over him,

“You are my perfect Mistress, thank you.”

Light flooded the room; he heard a giggle from the doorway, 

“Why thank YOU slave, but what have I done that is so perfect?”

Puzzled he watched as she swayed into the room, she was tipsy at the very least, and had clearly only just returned from wherever the ‘business’ had taken her.

“So, so sorry, Seven.” Was she slurring slightly? 

“So, so sorry, will make it up to you tomorrow baby.”

Crawling up the bed, still fully clothed, she reached up and released his wrists, then collapsed against him, laying her head on his chest and encircling him with her arm. She fell immediately into an intoxicated sleep.

He lay there afraid to move for fear of disturbing her, but his mind was racing as he tried to piece together the events of the evening, if it hadn’t been The Mistress, then who?

A movement at the side of the bed caught his eye, and he found himself staring into the grinning face of the toilet slave.

The guy looked to be chinese in origin, and although Seven could see only him from the neck up, he was clearly small in stature. He began to realise how in the dark, he might have mistaken the smooth, hairless skin and small hands as those of The Mistress.

The toilet slave leaned closer, and opened his mouth slightly, just enough for Seven to see that his mouth was full of creamy cum.