It wasn't yet midnight when I heard footsteps in the hallway. I felt my heart lose a step, and somehow, my sweat became cold, not out of fear but out of anxiety. I knew who was behind the door, and I knew She had my key. I remained sitting on the chair in the middle of my living room, partially lit by the kitchen ceiling light in the next room. The yellow light hit me sideways, creating shadows of me and the sofa between us that stretched through the woods on the floor. I didn't look at the door when it opened. My eyes remained low, looking between my legs. I saw my skin startle in a chill that ran through me from head to toe. I was naked, yes, as She had commanded. I could hear the door opening with the characteristic click of the lock and felt a light breeze enter the environment. The hair on my arms stood on end even more. The door closed soon after, and I heard the distinct sound of high-heeled steps walking on the floor. Firm and calm, they closed the door and began to move towards me. I didn't dare to look. Still staring at the wooden floor through my naked thighs, I could see when two feet stopped in front of me. They wore leather boots, and from the angle, they should be on a thin and high jump. I swallowed hard, and I swear I could feel Her controlled breathing. - You obeyed properly - She said, in a condescending tone, as if She were applauding a dog that brings the newspaper. A smile opened on my face, and I was taken by a childish joy. "She praised me," I thought. I wanted to see Her face, know if She'd smiled at me, if She'd looked at me with encouragement. I turned the look from the crotch to the direction of Her face. I didn't get to see it. When I raised my head, I received a strong slap on the left side of my face, strong enough to move back to my seat and morally enough to make me close my eyes. - I didn't say you could look at me - She uttered, her calm and feminine voice timbred in a firm and disgusted tone - Do you think you can do whatever you want here? I made a negative sign with my head in the best way I could, still looking at the right side. I was answered by another slap, this time on the right side, and She said: - When I ask a question, you will answer it, understand? - Yes, yes - I answered, the voice slightly trembling and the face certainly very red. - Yes, my owner - She completed it. - Yes, my owner - I answered, with my face again looking down. - Good boy - She completed, and I felt her hand on my shoulder. She circled me like a lioness watching a prey. I realized at that moment that my breathing was strong and deep as if I were about to run a marathon. She could only hear the heels against the floor. - Put your hands back - She ordered. I obeyed. I put my arms against the cold wood of the chair and stretched my hands back until I touched my wrists. At that moment, I felt a different touch, something not exactly cold but far from the human heat. Leather. I noticed that my wrists were motionless, stuck behind me. Another chill ran down my spine, and I swore that anyone on that court could hear the sound of my heartbeat. I tried, still with my eyes down, to visualize where She would be exactly and where She would be looking. Suddenly, She bent down in front of me, staying at the height of my gaze, and this time, I couldn't avoid Her vision. Her green eyes contrasted with her dark red hair, almost red. The light skin was adorned by a dark tattoo on the neck and the strong eyeliner that raised the eyes. In addition to the beauty, at that moment, what hypnotized me was Her look. A mixture of lasciviousness with intensity and something like the curiosity you have for a puppy. She kept that gaze for a few moments and shamelessly moved it all over my body. I felt more naked than ever, and there was nothing I could do to avoid her gaze. As I scrutinized myself with a touch of voracity, a slight smile opened on her face as if She knew something, only yours. She got up calmly and approached me, gluing her face to mine so that She could speak to my ear. I can see that you were looking forward to seeing me. It was all prepared for me... As she uttered the words, she put a hand on my thigh, and for the first time, I felt the touch of Her skin. It was soft, slightly colder than mine, and surprisingly light. "You could barely wait for me, could you?" At the end of the sentence, Her hand, which slowly passed through my thigh, going up and leaving me goosebumps, ended up grabbing my member. I felt her holding its extension, but without touching the head. She didn't grab hard, but She kept me trapped. To my surprise, I realized that I was fully erect in an unusual way. I believe She noticed the same thing because I could hear a slight grunt of satisfaction from Her mouth. I then felt Her hand move around my penis, and then Her face got closer to me. An excruciating pain spread over my left side when I felt her bite my earlobe. I held myself so as not to let out any sound. She hadn't allowed it. Along with the pain of the bite came the pressure of her hand on my cock, She squeezed it hard as if accentuating the sensations She wanted to pass me. When he let go of me, both hand and mouth, I let out an inaudible sigh. Would it be relief or a desire for more? She stopped before me and said vehemently: "Look at me." And so I did it. She wore a black corset adorned with metal rings and lace details. Below the waist was a red skirt, which swayed slightly at her movements, creating a series of long shadows in the folds of the fabric. The legs ended in leather boots that went up to the shins, anchored in high and thin heels that made her even more haughty and slender. It was elegant, but at the same time imperative, even more so from my point of view sitting and under Her gaze. I felt commanded, totally at your disposal, the subject of a rule that aimed in astonishment at the majesty of whom endless chroniclers and bards dreamed of seeing. Noticing my expression, She said nothing. He just showed a light smile, a mixture of lasciviousness and mockery for me, and moved behind me. When Her steps stopped, I heard sounds of movements in small things, probably in some bag resting on the couch. And then, a quick laugh of satisfaction. I then felt something flexible and cold touch my shoulder, thin as a cord. Whatever it was brushed my shoulder slowly towards my neck and surrounded me, ending on the other side. I also heard the sounds of her footsteps. I took a deep breath. And then She whipped me. The back of the chair was low, leaving half of my back visible. She knew that and took advantage of every inch of exposed skin. The leather whip buzzed in the air and smashed in my back at a slow pace as if She savored the process. I grunted and moaned at the burning and pain of each blow, feeling the marks that were created on my fair skin. - Admit that you like it - She said, between one whip and another - Admit that you like your owner to punish you. - Yes, my lady - I gasped, looking for air inside my lungs - Please punish me. I deserve it. The whiplashes suddenly stopped, and I felt the air get more tense. I heard her heels approaching me from behind, and She spoke in a light tone: I didn't say you could place orders. I didn't have a chance to ask for forgiveness. Her hand was on my throat, squeezing me as if he wanted to see me faint right there. She continued behind me, suffocating me and occasionally biting my ear or neck, throwing stings of pain until I began to feel my consciousness vanish. At that moment, She let me go. And with a heavy sigh, I took a deep breath. My cock throbbed, and I felt embarrassed. Embarrassed but taken by an absurd horniness. I can't say how long I was trying to regain my strength, but She must have kept the whip again because when She reappeared in front of me, She didn't wear it anymore. Her skirt had also disappeared, revealing black lace panties, which matched the rest of the set. She must have noticed my attention, or She must have seen my member give a quick start because She gave a simple chuckle. Then, he calmly raised Her right leg and brought the sole closer to my chest. I felt the texture of the shoe, and also the tip of the heel touch my body. I looked at her and in the next moment I didn't see her anymore. She pushed me, and the chair didn't mention keeping me in the original position. I felt myself falling backwards without any control. For a moment, it was as if gravity no longer existed. And the next second, the air came out of my lungs, and stars popped in my eyes when I hit my head on the ground. I could hear Her steps circling the chair, this time even feeling the steps on the floor as the heels hit the wooden clubs and the vibration reached me. Lying down and trapped, I looked up the best way I could, and I saw her standing still, looking at me whole, perhaps planning the next step of my punishment. In tension of moments that could be hours, She took the boot She wore up to my face and uttered a single word: “Lick.” I extended my tongue out, raised my head as best I could, and did as She ordered. I licked her boot, the boot that had knocked me down. I felt the taste of the leather and dust that She thought I deserved to receive. When She was satisfied, my owner moved her foot away from my face and said in a clear and condescending tone: - You're being so nice; I think you even deserve a reward. I smiled widely. What kind of reward would She give me? Could I be worthy of something coming from Her? She approached calmly, passed a leg over me, and, without further ado, let herself sit on my face. I smelled Her, the texture of the fabric of Her underwear, and the warmth of Her body. - Open your mouth; it's an order. I obeyed again. I wouldn't be the one to disagree with Her at that moment. And tongue out, I noticed her hand approaching my face. She used her fingers to move her panties to the side, and I felt something that drove me crazy. I felt Her taste, the texture of Her pussy. I felt the heat and humidity that made me immediately try to explore with my tongue. Its flavor was beyond what I had imagined, and its smell was making me delirious. Little air there reached my lungs, but what entered them was filled by Her, and everything was fine. I believe my tongue should be playing where my Mistress wanted because I heard her for the first time emit a moan of pleasure. Low, controlled, but enough to encourage me. She liked what I was doing. So, I continued. She let herself take advantage of what I did for some time, and a few more times, I heard her moan or move, looking for the best angle of my mouth. And I would have stayed a life like this, giving pleasure to Her, if She hadn't been surprised in the sequence. I felt her hold my cock with one hand, and in a muffled way, I heard her say: - Continue until I order otherwise. I didn't discuss it, nor could I. My mouth had use and owner. I kept exploring Her vagina, now a little more emphatically. My tongue changed patterns. For a while, I kept myself focused on Her clitoris, circling it at a stable speed, leaving everything wet with my saliva. It was in these moments that I felt her squeeze me more, occasionally touching my hair with one hand, too. At other times I passed my tongue from the base of Her pussy, circling Her channel, until I reached Her clitoris in a back-and-forth movement similar to a W. I wanted to taste it all, a privilege that I considered expensive and that, therefore, I should make the most of. I admit that my rhythm was also dictated by Her hand, which moved my penis from top to bottom, first calmly and with a certain delicacy, and then more vehemently as if She wanted to extract something from me. Her hand, this time, ran through my entire length, starting from the base of my cock and ending when he closed Her hand around Her head, at which time I involuntarily moved my hips in the direction of her. I wanted her and wanted to give her everything, but I couldn't, I didn't deserve it only if She wanted to. At one point, She stopped touching me and got up. I breathed freely, but at the same time, I was thirsty for more. She bent down and turned me slightly to the side, exposing my stuck wrists. I felt that She moved the leather clip, and then it was free. I barely had time to pull my arms when She told me to get up. I obeyed. I got up as fast as I could and stood face-to-face with her. Mesmerized, I didn't say a word. She, however, was not there to admire me. She told me to sit on the couch, and so I did. Then, She walked to a black leather bag that rested on the floor, and from there, She took out a red scarf. She rolled it with her hands and approached me, bent down slightly, and tied the cloth around my eyes. I was blind. - You will now feel something good, but it's because I want to - She said in a commanding tone as if explaining a simple order to a novice soldier - I'm going to do things my way, and if you touch me, you'll be punished, understand? "Yes, my owner," I replied. My world was darkness, based only on the texture of the sofa below me and guided by the waves of Her voice in front of me. For a few seconds, I stood still, anxious to know what would come next. A slap, a whip in my chest? Instead, I felt Her hands on my thighs, slightly opening my legs. I couldn't resist, of course. Then, the heat of her hands wrapped my penis in a strong movement from top to bottom, making me involuntarily contract my whole body. And then a humid heat, with a tongue circulating the length of my member, dancing around my cock. I throbbed, wishing to fill that space with my cum. I heard the sound of Her mouth sucking me, passing Her tongue from my crotch to the glans, and then wrapping it vigorously, emitting a sound of sucking and saliva that increased my desire more. I wanted more, and I wanted to keep her there. I'm an idiot. I touched Her. When I realized my hand was in Her hair. She squeezed my balls hard. That hurt, mainly because I was almost ready, almost exploding. The pain started in my testicles and went up my abdomen, lasting several seconds. Then I received a slap, this time as physical as moral, and I didn't dare to turn my face forward. - Disobedient! - She shouted, in an angry tone - Is that how you thank your owner? - No, of course not, my owner, I'm sorry - I cried. She didn't answer me. Instead, She took the leather clips on the side again and held my wrists with my arms up in an uncomfortable way. Without saying a word, she sat on my lap. With one hand, She took my cock and put it leaning against a warm and humid place, but very different from before. With the other hand, She held my neck and hoisted herself closer to me; simultaneously, She put me inside her.. The feeling of my cock entering Her made me tremble. I didn't expect that, and I probably didn't deserve it. I was a bad servant, a flawed object to Her. And even so, I was feeling Her warmth, Her pulse pulling me inside. And Her hand suffocating me. When She felt satisfied with the fit, She began to go up and down on me, first slowly, touching her pussy to my crotch, rubbing her clitoris on me every step. She moaned, focused on her pleasure. I was an object there, a product that She was calibrating to use in the best way. After some time, She began to accelerate the movement, and her occasional moans became panting breaths and intense moans. Her hand on my neck squeezed me more and more, and every time She went down my entire length, I felt her give a greater squeeze. - Who is your owner? - She asked in front of me. - You, just you - I replied, also panting. - That's right, you're mine, and I'll use you until I get tired of you. True words, punctuated by the sound of her ass hitting my thighs while my cock went in and out, feeling the roughness of Her pussy and how wet it was. She squeezed my member inside her and my neck with her hands. I felt like I could faint at any moment, but I made an effort for my owner. - You can't - She whispered to me, without stopping moving on my cock - you can't cum until I allow it, understand? - Yes - I tried to answer, making an effort to stay centered - Yes, my owner. I gasped in a dispute with myself, trying to avoid reaching the climax without Her permission. She, in turn, now had both hands on my neck, using me as a pilaster to pull and let go while rolling on my cock. God, that was indescribable. I thought I was going to faint when I felt her moan louder and increase the strength in her hands. Then he let go of one of them and put it on my chest, digging Her nails into my skin. I held a slight cry of pain. She gave a last acceleration and lowered her hands, digging a path with her nails from my shoulder to my abdomen. Inside Her, my cock was squeezed, almost crushed, as if, at that moment, She was the only place in the world where I should be. And She screamed a loud and limitless scream of pleasure, followed by a hot laugh of those who get what they want. Then, spasms reminded me that I still couldn't finish. I concentrated as much as I could while Her body did everything to have me there. I felt Her get up and take me out of her pussy, still very wet. She sighed and said: - You did well. Obedient and silent at the end. Maybe? ... She stopped the sentence for a second and even blindfolded, and She could swear that I saw a funny expression on her face. - I think maybe you deserve a reward after all. When She finished the sentence, She put her hand on my dick again. From the angle, I realized that She should be bending forward and standing up. She spoke in my ear calmly: - You have a minute, got it? - Yes, my lady - I answered, with trembling speech. She masturbated me again, her silky hand now focusing especially on the head of my cock, especially on the back. It was as if She guessed exactly where I was most sensitive and circled these places non-stop, at a constant and fast pace that left my throbbing member about to explode. I gasped and moaned, this time losing control over what I felt. I had a minute to enjoy that. I couldn't afford to feel anything else. I focused on her hand, on how She involved me, on how She squeezed me and ran my extension, and on how I wanted to cum for her, to show that I was obedient, that I was deserving of that. - I'm going... - I tried to speak, without success, stopped by my breathing. - Cum for your owner - She ordered. I felt it explode, a wave of pleasure emanating from inside me to the outside as if it were going to flood the apartment. Then, going up to my head, making my heart jump beats and my pressure drop. - Good boy - She said. I smiled.

I stood still on the couch with my arms up, sore from the time in the position they were in. First, She took off my blindfold and then the clips, an act for which I thanked and then massaged my fists. I looked at her, taking a finger out of her mouth and then looking at me. - You know it's not the safest thing in the world for someone to have your keys, right?