With a package on my back about half as heavy as myself, I finally reached the top of the craggy mountainside.

"Huh," I said to myself. "What an inconvenient place to build a castle... I guess that's the point". Out of muscle memory, I reached for a non-existent doorbell, only to be met with a fittingly antiquated door knocker. I laughed to myself as I set the heavy box down and rapped the knocker thrice against the dark mahogany door. With a crack of thunder and a flash of lightning, the door opened, revealing a distinguished woman in lacy yet tasteful gothic attire. I looked around, but didn't see any storm clouds. "Hello," you said, in a voice as smooth as the velvet of your black gloves.

"H-Hello," I replied, a little intimidated. "An order of 68 pounds of imported Spanish blood sausage for a Miss..." I checked my clipboard -- "Sangley?" You leaned against the doorway and gracefully answered "That's me." I turned the clipboard around and showed you where to sign, the pen shaking a little as I handed it to you. You seemed to take no notice as you signed your name in bold cursive lettering that could only be described as... Victorian.

I wasn't sure why I was so nervous. Perhaps it was your cool and confident demeanor, or maybe it was the massive castle looming over me. "N-nice place Miss," I half-whispered. You looked up at me from the clipboard and our eyes met for the first time. My blood boiled, then froze over. "Thank you," you said, as your gaze pierced through my soul. "It was an inheritance."

Finally, as though I was given permission to move again, your eyes relaxed and looked down at the box. "Oh, you poor thing, you hauled this up here all on your own?" Your nurturing tone caught me off guard. "Yes Miss, it’s my job. Can't complain, it keeps me fit." You paused for a moment, as though considering something, then said "I hate to trouble you even more, but could you help bring it in?"

"No problem ma'am," I said, ignoring the aches in my legs and back. I'd rather die than miss the opportunity to impress my strange, yet attractive customer. I followed your cloaked figure through a maze of dark hallways, past dim rooms, and up and down spiraling staircases. "Right here," you said as you motioned to a spot in what appeared to be a medieval approximation of a kitchen. And thank God you did, because my legs were just about to give out.

I wiped my brow and said, "Phew… there you go Miss. Mind leading me back out? I kinda lost track of the way..." Your eyes flashed. "Aww, but you must be so tired baby; why don't you take a seat for a few minutes? Could I offer you a glass of water?" I couldn't refuse. Something in the way "baby" rolled off your tongue made my tense frame relax so vulnerably. Something about the way you drew out the word "so" clawed at my free will.

Besides, I might not make it back down the mountain without some refreshment. "Yes please Miss, that would be so nice of you." I sat down on a comfortable sofa that must've been a few years older than the bubonic plague as you went out of view into a different room. The sounds of clattering dishes and goblets resonated through the cavernous space. Finally, I heard a rush of pouring liquid and the click of your stilettos as they approached. "Here you are sweetheart". I drank the water, thirst driving me wild. Your eyes rested on me with something of a thirst of their own.

"Ah gosh, thank you so much, that was lovely", I said as I looked up at you. Our eyes met again. "Nothing like cold mountain water" you replied, but I didn't quite hear you. No, I was too taken by the way your eyes caught the few stray rays of moonlight. Oh, how they pinned me in place, how they both thrilled me and made me want to... relax. I began feeling a different kind of bodily ache building.

With all my willpower, I managed to look away. "Well Miss, you've been very kind, but I really should get going. Unfortunately, they pay me by delivery, not by the hour."

I stood up to leave. You spoke with a slight edge, "You need your rest, pet". "Miss?" I replied, very much flustered by your tone and the name you just called me. "I said, SIT!" Our eyes locked. Despite my best efforts, my body did as it was told. "Good pet," you praised. I was becoming both incredibly turned on AND terrified.

"W-What are you?!" I asked in a high voice. My professionalism finally broke. "Hungry," you replied silkily as you glided more than walked to my helpless self. A fiendish smile spread across your once pursed lips.

"Miss, you're really scaring me. Please let me go." I struggled against my invisible bindings as you stood over me. Your cool breath washed over my face, then receded, as though you were taking in my scent. "Mmmm," you half-moaned. "That's Mistress to you!" You said it playfully yet dangerously, like how a sadistic predator might toy with its prey.

You leaned over and your breath caught my sensitive neck, tracing up and down its length. I couldn't help how aroused I was at the danger of it all. One might even say I was scared stiff... I pushed against your will with all my might, until my head moved just a centimeter, then another few. Finally, I looked away from your enchanting eyes just long enough to be free again! I sat up quickly from the sofa and ran down the most familiar hall with what little strength I had left.

I sprinted from doorway to doorway, through countless libraries and dining rooms, desperately trying to recall the way out. It felt like an eternity. My adrenaline kept me moving. As much as I wanted to escape with my life, a part of me was so very tempted to just.. give in.

I was becoming so very tired, and your arms had looked so... welcoming. I shook my head and kept running. At last, at the end of a hall, I spotted a dark mahogany door. Moonlight streamed in through the slightly open doorway.

Just before I could make it to the door, a dark figure plunged from the ceiling and blocked my way. "There you are baby!" you said in a most innocent voice. "Miss-tress!" I exclaimed. I felt strangely compelled to refer to you in the manner you ordered me to. "I'm sorry Mistress, but I'm running very, very behind. Please allow me to leave. I don't feel very safe here." Though I could feel them searching for mine, I made sure this time to avoid your eyes.

"Oh but you are safe here baby boy" you said as you slipped off your cloak. You undid your lace. Your porcelain breasts rose over your jet-black clothes. "You're always safe here with Mistress." I... couldn't help it Mistress. I looked. They were perfect. The way they seemed to stare back at me... like two... haunting... eyes... how your cloak danced along your curves as it streamed down to the floor, like ink spilling down a polished statue. You slid back and pushed the door closed. "Come here baby boy, come to Mommy."

I felt my legs begin to obey. My cheeks were possibly glowing with how much I blushed. There was nothing I could do. You opened your arms like a huntress setting a trap. I stumbled forward, enthralled, and willingly or unwillingly sank into your warm, soft lure. Your soothing arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly as you pushed me to the floor, laying your whole weight upon me. I was throbbing so needily. My hands were unable to move, except to place themselves, at your unspoken command, upon your powerful hips.

With one hand, you traced your sharp nails from my hips up to my neck, unbuttoning each of my buttons along the way. Once on my neck, you squeezed tightly, as though to stimulate the flow of your prize. With the other hand, you undid my zipper and pushed aside your silver, lace lingerie. "Mommy doesn't have to make you feel good, but since it only took a little coaxing to make you into SUCH a good boy, she'll make sure to give you the best AND last fuck of your life."

I could barely say a word, whether from the spell you had on me, or how flustered I was, I couldn't tell. "I-, Miss-, what are you doi-". "Shhh," you said as you placed a finger over my lips, then back onto my neck as my mouth sealed shut. You smiled that evil smile again as your other hand squeezed my cock. I moaned, muffled by my invisible gag.

"Quiet now, and let Mommy take you," you ordered as your hips plunged into me in sync with your teeth. Your warm lips wrapped around my neck, fangs sinking deeply and effortlessly. Your other warm lips engulfed my cock as you forced it deep inside of you. A look of victory spread across your face. Your wetness was overwhelming, absolutely supernatural in the pleasure it imparted. My eyes rolled back. The pain was utterly delicious. You moaned softly and began to rock.

Back, and forth, back, and forth, back, and forth. Colors bloomed before my eyes, blotting out parts of my vision. Your hair draped down over my chest, concealing us from the rest of the world. It was just you and me. I looped my hands underneath your lingerie and squeezed your plump ass. My head leaned back in overstimulated bliss. I pathetically raked my fingers down your back, grateful for the experience you were giving me.

My fingers made their way to your breasts and circled your nipples. I moaned over and over through my closed mouth. I began to buck with you and against you, eager to let you take my life-force. How could I not? You're my Mistress, and I'm safe with you. And it feels... SO GOOD.

I began feeling lightheaded. I was getting close to the best climax any human had ever experienced.

You sucked harder and harder, taking as much as you wanted. It was yours to take after all. You thrusted into me again and again. “More Mistress, more Mistress, more, PLEASE,” was all I could think.

As I stood on the edge of everything, you came to a dead stop. The sudden absence of pleasure almost equated to unbearable agony, a pain beyond the limits of my masochism. You raised your lips to my ear and whispered, "Baby boy, I want you to tell me who you belong to."

Such a cruel joke. As though I had a choice in what to say, you allowed me the ability to speak, just this last time. My heart was beating rapidly but weakly, the room was spinning, my cock was twitching involuntarily against your tight wetness, desperate for the same pleasure it felt just a moment before.

"You Mommy, you! My gosh, I belong to you. I am yours to keep, always!" And with that, you whispered, "That's a good pet!", gave my ear a nibble on your way back to my neck, and began thrusting with inhuman speed. I tried to buck against you again but to no avail; the force of your hips was too much to keep up with. You reset your fangs in their favorite place as I began to yell in ecstasy. Your moans grew louder, vibrating against my tender flesh. My wildly reaching hands found themselves firmly squeezing your breasts; I was holding on for dear life.

You moaned with each suckle of my neck. Your tongue licked and coaxed it to keep giving. My scream was cut off with a wink of your eye as we reached orgasm together. I felt myself being pulled into you from two places at once. I lost the ability to think. I existed merely as an experience of pleasure and pain. A spectator of the two most primal feelings.

I shot up into you as you took my vitality. Over and over and over again I spasmed and twitched into you, enveloped by you, devoured by you. Your sweet lips pulsated, drawing out every last ounce of me. You sat up, still straddling me, and looked into my eyes, content with your catch. You planted a warm, nurturing kiss on my cheek as I faded away with a smile, feeling so safe, so useful. ♥️