Mistress J's Playthings

Mistress J's Playthings
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ISBN:  9781780803814
Author:  Athena Morgan
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Chloe's ContractChloe's Contract

'That's it,' she said softly. 'You're my little dirty fuck-whore and you come on my command only.' She laughed. 'I can make you dance on my fingers and my toys and have ceaseless orgasms against your will. That's what I like, what I want, how I dominate men. You do what I order, what I give you, not what you want. Now, come more for me my plaything...'
 
In a near-future world, they meet and flirt on an adult dating website, the wealthy computer geek and the tattooed play-mistress. To Mike's surprise, she invites him to her country property and dark playroom without the usual preliminary meetings. But is he truly prepared for the wicked, kinky, mysterious Mistress J?
 
On trial as one of her possible new submissives, not only must he perform for the demanding woman but he must also submit to her cuckold husband, her fiendish friend and lover Tish, and the stunning and insatiable shemale Persephone. And he must uphold each and every outlandish promise he made.
Mike thumbed off the electric engine and sat still, hands on the thick steering wheel. Glowing instruments fought the encroaching night.
   She had not been wrong: her property was a long way north of Flinders.
   His heart raced. With shaking fingers he tapped off the navscreen then took a deep breath.
   Bored at work he had gone online, visited an adult dating website, and encountered Mistress J. Only hours ago they spent an exciting afternoon of fantasy text messages, and now here he was, in reality, at her home, upon her sudden invitation. There had been no greeting of avatars at a vSpace dungeon or feeliebar, no initial real-life meeting at a pub or coffee shop, no drawn-out weeks of getting to know each other with a wealth of cautious emails; just get to this place and be ready.
   Outside, silhouetted by deep purple sunset, stood a large carport and a well lit old-style brick house. Beyond the carport, another building rose.
   Her online profile had read: Do you know what I want? Sometimes I want it slow, other times I want it fast. Sometimes I like it cool, other times steaming hot. Sometimes I'm in charge and other times I am very much in charge. But most of all I like it often!
   A photo of her delicious dimpled expression promised strength, intelligence and divine, wicked fun. The purple crop resting behind her neck spoke her intent. Mistress J said she was married, in an open relationship, and was looking for a new submissive.
   Mike's lecherous heart had soared. In one of his oldest and dearest fantasies he was absconded by a group of leather-clad women to their secret lair, where they had their nefarious ways with him; bound and gagged he willingly submitted and relished.
   What was Mistress J going to do? Was she going to tie him up and whip him? Sear hot wax across his body leaving painful red welts? Would she clamp electrodes to his balls? Was she going to fuck him in the arse with a huge, black, vibrating strap-on? Was her husband going to be there and jealously beat him senseless? Or worse?
   Would he be able to take it - the pain and humiliation?
   So many questions!
   In a sexual haze, he had promised much.
   You will enjoy every part of me. I am your goddess, she had written. Will you crawl to me? Worship me? Talk dirty if I want it? Will you allow me to fuck you with a dildo? If I ordered it, would you fuck my hubbie or let him fuck you?
   Completely spellbound by the intense eroticism of her words, he had promised he would. He even went further and promised he'd suck off men in a gay bar and even let them gangbang his virgin arse - if she ordered him to and if it pleased her.
   You agree to all of this? To everything you have promised? Can you come over tonight? I'm in a particularly playful mood and I like your looks. You have agreed to everything. Do not bullshit me or I will flay your pathetic body to fire.
   And now here he was.
   In his headlights he spotted Mistress J and inhaled deeply. She looked stunning in a long leather coat and black boots.
  The moment he stepped out of his car she hugged and kissed him passionately. Her body squirmed against his in anticipation.
   'Welcome...' she smiled, '...Mike. It's nice to feel you in person. You really do look like your pic.'
   Her fingers brushed his crotch, teased for a moment. He held her, returned the kisses. His heart thumped, his blood roared, his cock snapped to attention. This was new to him; a woman he didn't know who was immediately intimate and available, so full on. It did not make sense. But it felt wonderful!
   She pushed back, laughed and said, 'I've been so turned on today.' She poked him in the chest. 'Your fault!'
  She turned, clasped his hand with ringed fingers. They quickly walked around the carport, through dark bushes, down a shadowy path. Branches brushed his face and arms. Her coat swished with each crunch of her boots.
   'Big place,' he said.
   'Only ten acres. No neighbours either. We can be as noisy as we like.'
   They approached a wooden door in one side of a large steel shed. Dim red light leaked from the frosted glass. She leaned against the door; the brass knob complained in its tight collar as her shoulder pushed. The door creaked open.
   'My playroom,' she announced with a flourish.
   A strong vanilla scent struck as he stepped in. Indirect lighting and glowstrips touched pastel walls and dark purple ceiling. Erotic paintings of nude and scantily-clad warrior women adorned the walls. A large photograph above a bed depicted a couple in ecstasy, the naked woman astride a muscular man, her head thrown back, her back arched, breasts out, face covered by long purple hair, his face invisible too. Colourful tattoos swathed her body. Partly obscured behind, a gorgeous naked woman with bobbed red hair observed.
   'Is that you?' he pointed.
   She grinned, tipped her head.
  On a large black dresser next to the bed posed a porcelain statue of a gothic faerie woman wearing long black boots. Occupying one corner of the room were a TV and small bookcase filled with porn DVDs and erotic books. Various candles burned, and now he detected a strange cinnamon-like odour.
   In front of him four wooden posts cornered the large bed. Metal rings were screwed in different heights up them, and a metal bar spanned the two head-posts. Dark purple covers were exposed.
   Mistress J spun about and smothered his face with more enthusiastic kisses. He held her waste and tried to kiss back as well as he could.
   His mind was a whirl. Sex for the sake of sex was something he wished for, but so far every trial had ended somewhat empty. Would this happen again? Never before had a woman shown such dramatic interest immediately upon meeting him.
   Her hands roamed over his clothed body, pulled him in tight. The next tongue-filled kiss lasted long seconds and sent him a strong message of wanton desire. Then she pushed back, laughed again and unsnapped his shirt, unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and dropped them. Her arms flung wide, his cock sprung free before her smiling face. Instead of touching it, however, she kissed him again while he pulled off his shirt.
   With his toes he pushed his shoes and socks off and stood for her inspection.
   She clapped her hands together. 'Oh, I think you'll do nicely.'
   He couldn't hide his erection; it stuck out straight and up and thick and proud and achingly ready. He reached for her coat but she raised a finger. Her boots clip-clopped on the wooden floor.
   'Not yet. I'm your Mistress.'
   Her black-polished fingernails slid down his chest, his hip, his left buttock. She reached for his cock, and with tongue between teeth, lightly touched along the length. Gems in her rings glinted.
   Here was a hot, sexy, beautiful woman so obviously ready, turned on, yet they knew virtually nothing about each other. How thrilling! How bizarre! How dangerous!
   Blood pounded through him; his ego and cock could not have swelled any stronger. His muscles clenched, his balls and fists tightened, he just could not believe this was happening.
   She broke the kiss, grabbed his waist, turned him about and forcefully shoved. He bounced onto the bed, then leaned up on his elbows.
   She laughed, grinned wickedly, rubbed her hands together.
   'You agree to be my sub. Correct?'
   'Yes, I agree. Everything I said. I'll be your slave. You're a dream come true, simply amazing.'
   'Sub, not slave. My pet, that's what I'll call you.'
   Mike waited for her to remove her clothes and leap on top of him, but she didn't. She just stood there smiling inscrutably and slowly shook her head, hands on hips.
   'Men often think they know what this is about,' she said, 'the dom/sub thing. But they don't, not really. They just know the porn videos. That's not me. I am not going to beat the shit out of you, I am not going to whip you to death or humiliate you so badly you'll cry. I am a tease Mistress, not one who dishes out a lot of pain.' Her voice took on a lilting tone. 'Well, not much. I expect total obedience. You are here for me alone. You will only receive your pleasure if it pleases me, if you do exactly as I say and nothing else. If you try to take charge everything stops and you'll never be invited again. That's the deal.'
   He longed to feel her breasts. He nodded.
   'Right then,' she said firmly with a pointed finger. 'Do what I say and no questions.'
   'Yes, ma'am.'
   'No, it is "yes Mistress".'
   'Yes, Mistress, as you wish.'
   With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes she shrugged languidly and he gasped as her coat puddled to the floor. Her knee-high black leather boots were decorated with numerous brass buckles and laces, reminiscent of the retro steampunk fashion twenty years ago. Her pussy was bare and beautiful. Her breasts almost spilled out of the tight black and red corset. Her throat and chest were decorated with a brown fluffy cat tattoo and an eagle with outstretched wings. A blue Egyptian cat wrapped around her left thigh, along with a snake about to eat an owl, a grey wolf. A weeping angel and a red and blue dragon adorned the other thigh. On one bicep an elephant grazed before a sunset, and beneath that was a dog. In other places he saw wolves, birds, faces and more.
   'Stay,' she ordered, then smiled. 'Here's where we're going.'
   She turned to the dresser, her image reflected in its large mirror. Her creamy round arse swelled from below the corset. He wanted to place his feet on those delectable orbs but recalled her instruction not to take the initiative. From a drawer she pulled out two pairs of leather cuffs dotted with silver studs. Her tongue touched teeth in a dimpled, wicked grin.
   'Onto your back. Scoot down here.'
   He looked up and saw his own body in ceiling mirror tiles as he was positioned. She velcroed the cuffs to his wrists and ankles. Also from the drawer she removed several red snap-locked ropes, which she clicked onto each cuff, then the other ends to the rings in the bedposts. Spread-eagled, he pulled but the clinking bindings were surprisingly secure. His legs were stretched wide, but not quite uncomfortably.
   Never before had he been bound. He wasn't sure how he felt about it.
   Mistress J lightly ran her fingertips along his body.
   'You're here as my sex slave for the evening, my man-bitch whore-slut.' Her voice had taken on a soft, almost melodious quality.
   'Now, you are going to do exactly what I tell you. No questions. Do you understand?'
   'Yes, Mistress.'
   'That's good, you're learning. We'll have some fun now, OK? If you have a problem say the word red. That's your safe word.'
   'Yes, Mistress.'
   'Good... very good...'
   She giggled, ran her fingertips down his side, tickling. He squirmed.
   'Now I see you've gone soft. Not good enough. I need you to stay hard but you can't come until I say. Understand?'
   'Yes, Mistress. May I ask what type of things we'll be doing?'
   She slapped his arm.
   'No you may not! Things will just happen. I will not tolerate disrespect, but nor will I punish you,' she crossed her arms, 'much. This is not a house of pain; that's not what I'm about. I am about sex and pleasure with your total obedience to my whims. That is to be our entire relationship. My only interest in what you want is derived from how you perform for me. Your body and your dick are here for me, that's it. I don't want a so-called "real man" to dominate me and I do not want you offering suggestions. Obey me and we will have a great time.'
   A myriad questions churned through his mind. Why was she doing this? Why was this beautiful woman so willingly available without all the normal lead up and foreplay? What was her angle, her agenda? What was he in for that he hadn't anticipated? Why did she have such disregard for his desires?
   'Now, my new pet-to-qualify, do you worship me?'
   He nodded.
   'You may speak when I ask a question of you.'
   'Yes, I worship you.'
   'Yes, what?'
   'Yes, I worship you, Mistress.'
   'Good boy.' She raised a black boot and put the toe near his face. 'Lick, boy.'
   He licked. There were grains of dirt which he removed. It grated in his teeth.
   She changed boots. 'And this one.'
   He licked. He couldn't help admiring her slender legs. He wanted to run his hands and tongue up them until he reached her naked pussy, hovering above his face. He pulled on the restraints.
   She took the boot away and lightly rubbed his wilted cock with her fingers.
   'Hmmm,' she purred, 'I think your dick needs to be taught what I expect of it...'

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