“Take off your clothes and sprawl on the bed, your back propped with pillows against the headboard.” I watch him move quickly to obey me. It's not every morning that I’m the one giving orders. In fact it's quite rare. Let’s just say the man has me in that mood. That's what happens when he calls me Mistress, is obedient and respectful.

I am wearing my low cut green dress and no panties. I do have my screw tip nipple clamps on, though.

When he is in position, I walk to the bed and step onto it on my knees. In this manner, I walk up his legs until I'm straddling his thighs.

“I would cuff you to the bedposts, but I want your hands free to pleasure me.”

“Yes, Mistress- thank you-” His words become a sigh as I settle down onto his lap, my labia cradling his erect shaft, the head resting against my clit.

My hips begin rolling oh so minutely. My clit works against his cock. My lips slide wetly along his shaft. “Where do your hands belong, boy?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replies dutifully, and his hands go to my hips. He knows how hot it gets me when he digs his fingers in, and he knows to build up to it.

“The head of your cock feels so good on my clit..” My moans are like a humming sigh. I'm enjoying dancing in his lap. It's making me feel so hungry and sexual. So powerful to be working this spell on both of us with just the movements of my body.

He whispers reverently, “You look no longer human, Mistress. You look like sex itself, the embodiment of lust and desire, writhing on my lap in a puddle of your own want and hunger.” He watches me ride him for a few strokes, breathing harshly, then bursts out “may I play with your breasts?”

I nod my assent. He reaches up and pulls the neckline of my dress below my tits, displaying my clamped nipples. We are both too aroused for him to be gentle with my nipples, but instead pulling and rolling them between his fingers with increasing pressure. Stretching them out, trying to lift my prodigious breasts with them.

“Oh, yes- good boy!” My moans are lengthening, rising in volume and pitch. I’m still rubbing my clit on his hot, smooth, delicious cock. One hand braced on his chest, working my fingers in the hair there, the other hand running through my own hair, lightly pulling. My hips still rolling in relentless waves.

He brings my left breast to his mouth and flicks the tip of my nipple with his tongue. Mmm, fuck- hot, wet, soft but thick and unyielding..

“How does your pussy feel, Mistress?”

“Hot and wet as the Amazon, sweetheart- and achingly empty. I want to feel the head of your cock opening me up, followed by the sweet friction of the full length of your shaft.”

I lift up and he reaches between us to position his cock to enter me. He says “Kiss me. Let me feel your hunger while you raise your hips and lower yourself onto my full length.”

By this point I need the waves of heat and that tingling sensation radiating from my pussy to every inch of my body.

“FUCK..So DEEP!” I murmur thickly.

“Fuck, my cock is on fire inside you!”

I love the way he opens me, the slide of his shaft in and out of me. I think the only reason we're not starting a fire is the wetness pouring from me.

“I can feel your cream oozing deliciously down my balls,” he gasps.

Rolling my hips at the bottom of each bounce to make him hit my g spot, grinding my clit on his pubes, I ride on.

“I want you to come for me, boy,” I instruct him, bouncing faster, hitting harder. I love the sound and feel of each impact.

“COME ON MY COCK AS I FILL YOU!” he suddenly cries out. He grabs my hips and squeezes as he thrusts up into me.

“FUCK!” I yell. “Pound your come into me!”

Again and again I feel his cock twitch and release inside me.

My good boy.