Every Tuesday at 7 p.m., I meet my mistress for a session. I go to her dungeon straight from work, which helps ensure that I’m always dressed appropriately. It also allows me to get to the dungeon at least a few minutes early every week, since I only work till five. The drive to Miss Elaine’s “office” takes only half an hour, leaving me plenty of time to have a quick bite to eat and still be early for my appointment. Usually, anyway.
Last week, I had a meeting with some new clients that ran extremely late, and by the time I left the office, it was already quarter to seven. I didn’t stop on the way to Miss Elaine’s, and I raced all the way there, but I was still ten minutes late. I knew my mistress wouldn’t be happy, and I prepared myself for a scolding as I rang the bell and waited.
It took my mistress longer than usual to come to the door, and I assumed it was part of my punishment, having to wait for her like she’d waited for me. I kept my hands clasped behind my back and my head bowed the entire time I waited, and after a minute or two, she finally came to get me. She didn’t greet me when she opened the door, only gestured me inside and then stomped across the floor to the room we’d be using for our session as I followed quickly behind her.
Miss Elaine took me into the bedroom, the most normal room in her dungeon setup, and had me sit on the bed. She told me that since I was late, I’d have to deal with the vanilla setting in addition to a whipping, which is my usual punishment if I’ve misbehaved. I love the hardcore dungeon room, and I always get off best when we work in there, so having Miss Elaine put that room off limits for our scene was more of a punishment than a spanking or having to eat her out without being able to come myself. Actually, being forced to stay in that vanilla bedroom was the only part of my “punishment” that I considered a bad thing.
While my mistress watched, I stripped out of my business attire until I was down to my underwear, and then she demanded that I take those off, too. Once I was naked, Miss Elaine had me get on my hands and knees on the floor, and then she picked up a flogger that had been on the bed. I watched over my shoulder as she took her stance behind me and raised her flogger to her shoulder.
I turned my head forward again before she swung, and I felt the impact as the leather struck my ass. It seemed so strange to have Miss Elaine flogging me in the bedroom instead of the actual dungeon, but it didn’t feel any different. It still felt incredible!
Sometimes I’ll misbehave on purpose so my mistress will flog or spank me, because I like it so much. So while showing up late hadn’t been part of my plan, I was still reaping the benefits of my bad behavior.
My mistress continued whipping me, and each time her flogger hit me, I felt my dick jerk in excitement. I felt awful for making her wait for me because I was running late, but my remorse didn’t compare to how good the flogging made me feel. Miss Elaine didn’t stop until my cock was rock hard, and then she had me move onto the bed. She ordered me onto my back, and while I lay there, she started yelling at me. The verbal lashing is as much a turn on for me as a physical beating, and the more my mistress told me how I was “a lousy, no good, inconsiderate jerk,” the hotter I got.
As she lectured me on my bad behavior, she slowly unhooked her corset and then peeled off her leather skirt. She still had her tall heels on as she climbed onto the bed with me, and she moved up my body until she was straddling my chest. She stopped there for a moment, and she looked me straight in the eye as she told me that I was going to eat her cunt until she climaxed, but if I so much as dribbled a little pre come, she’d be done with me.
Once Miss Elaine was settled over my mouth, I started licking her gently. I’ve been with my mistress for three years, so I know what she likes, and the best way to make her come is to start slow and build to something more frantic. I flattened my tongue and dragged it across her pussy lips and up over her clit, then drew it back into my mouth and repeated the move over and over. When I felt her little clit harden under my tongue and tasted the first drops of dew, I started to work a little faster.
Next I pointed my tongue and began to thrust it between her lips and inside her cunt, slowly fucking her with it. I alternated that with tracing circles around her clit, and within a minute or two, I felt her starting to really drip into my mouth.
I’d barely tasted her juices when I felt Miss Elaine’s hand on my cock. While I continued eating her pussy, she started running her fingers up and down my shaft. She was actively trying to get me to come so that she could punish me again, but I was determined not to blow it.
I kept thrusting my tongue in and out of my mistress’s cunt, going faster and faster as I tried to get her off, and her fingers started moving faster on my cock at the same time. The more furiously I fucked her, the more she tickled and teased my dick, until I thought I was going to climax before she did. I didn’t want to upset my mistress by coming, so I picked up the pace on her cunt and even added a hand, using a finger to rub her clit frantically while I continued to fuck her with my tongue.
Soon Miss Elaine was gyrating on my face as she got closer to her orgasm, and eventually she was so excited that she dropped my dick and focused on her pleasure. I continued munching on her pussy until she came, flooding my mouth with her juices and moaning above me.
She sat on my face for another minute before climbing off me and dressing herself. She shimmied into her skirt and then cinched her corset once more. Meanwhile, I lay on the bed, waiting to hear whether I’d pleased her. As soon as she was dressed, she turned her attention to me and told me I’d been a good boy. “Your behavior hasn’t made up for you being late,” she insisted, “though you are forgiven for your tardiness.” She then informed me that as soon as she left, I could jerk off to completion because she didn’t want me to come in her presence. Then she said good night and left.
The minute my mistress exited the room, I grabbed my dick and started pumping it in my fist. It didn’t take long, and after maybe a minute of jacking off, I came. I took a moment to enjoy the feeling of my climax, then straightened up the bedroom for my mistress, dressed, placed my tribute on the nightstand and left.
The following week, I made sure to be on time for my appointment with Miss Elaine. But if I ever feel like I need a real punishment, I now know what to do to get her all riled up!
Mr. Sam C., Denver, Colorado