You were so good at the restaurant. I am excited that our chemistry is just as good, if not better, in person. My mind is racing with ideas on how I will use you and then spoil you. As we walk through the hotel room door, I pull you into me to kiss.

“You did so well tonight,” I purr as I slip my hands down your chest. I caress your body as I unbutton your shirt and tell you, “I need to get you into the shower, and if you listen and do as I say, I promise to give you a treat.”

Your pupils grow wide with desire as you help me undress yourself and make our way to the bathroom.

I warm the water and tell you to step inside once you are bare before me. I drink in your oh-so-sexy body, “Be a good boy and rinse yourself off; I'll be back to help you with the soap.”

I slip out and set up the lube, light a candle, and place the rope by the bed before grabbing my bag and joining you in the bathroom again.

I stay in the dress I wore to dinner and ask, “How is it going In here?”

“Good, I rinsed and started scrubbing my body with soap. I left my special place for you since you told me I couldn't touch it.”

I grin, “That's my good boy! I'm so proud of you. You are listening so well.” I step in to join you and reach out my hands. “Give me that, and I'll finish washing you.“

Once the soapy luffa was in my hands, I noticed you subtly shift your weight from foot to foot. I can see that you are trying to stay calm but are eager to know what it feels like to have my long-awaited touch.

I rub the luffa into your chest, up your neck, and behind your ears, and then I let my hand drift down your back and ask you to turn around for me. As I wash your back, I press my hips into your perk bum and feel your body relax into the contact.

“You are so perfect. I've wanted to play with you for so long, and now you are finally here. I just know you are going to be my perfect obedient little slut.” You gasp, not expecting me to say that, but loving the way it makes your body feel. I pull back and start washing your cheeks, and then you crack. Once you're nice and clean, I tell you, “I need a taste test.” you lean forward and brace your hands on the wall while I kneel and lick your cute little rosebud. Your groan of pleasure eggs me on; I add more pressure.

“Fuuck, yes,” escapes out of your mouth, and I start moving my tongue in and out of your tight hole.

Abrupting, I put away and demand you to turn and face me. Your hard cock is level with my face as I take it in my hands and ask, “Did you enjoy that?” I ask while slowly stroking your length, “I can tell you did. I can tell how much your body wants to be used.”

You whimper in agreement. “Yes, please use me, Mistress; I am your toy.”

“Good boy,” I say as I apply the soapy loofah to your balls and clean softly.

I tell you to take the loofah from me and step in the water to rinse off. You obey while waiting for your following instructions. You note that I'm still kneeling in my dress before you. “Put more soap in my hands,” I order. I lather my hands together and begin to play - I mean, clean your special spot with my bare hands. One hand goes to cup your balls and tease your taint while the other hand wraps a ring made from my middle, pointer finger, and thumb around the middle of your cock. I pull down on your length, hitting the base, and bounce up to the top. I pull your loose skin with me up and around your mushroom tip. Before I move my hand down from your tip, I twist my wrist, gently pulling your skin with me to the right, and move my hand back down.

I ask you a question right as I start my ministrations, knowing it will cause you to become flustered. “Do you know why I'm cleaning this spot twice?”

Slightly dumbfounded and breathless, you blurt out, “Because I'm a dirty boy?”

I chuckle softly. “That is a sexy answer, but no. I'm taking extra care washing this part of you because you are going to fuck one of my holes tonight. Would you like that, sweet boy? Do you want to fuck me?”

“Oh my god. Yes, mistress! Please, I'll do the thing you want. I want to be yours! Please use me,” you beg.

I smile while I continue to play with your beautiful cock and balls a little longer before I tell you to rinse off again. Stepping out of the shower, you dry off with a towel and offer me one.

“No, thank you, baby, I'll be back to use mine,” I reply as I strip down to my bra and underwear. “I want you to get ready for bed. Finishing drying off, Brush your teeth and lay naked on top of the covers in the middle of the bed with your hands up above your head.”

“Yes, Misstress.”

Once you're in position, I tie your hands to the headboard. “I want you to stay exactly where I left you like a good little toy.” I check the knot before climbing off the bed. I lean over to kiss you on the lips. “I'll be back.” I notice your hard cock and feel your eyes drinking me in as I walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

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Your heart rate picked up when you noticed me exit the bathroom. Your mouth grows dry when you take in my lavender nightie and thigh-high stockings. I place my finger on my lips, and your eyes widen, looking into mine. We both know it’s time for Mistress to explore her new toy. I slowly trail my finger down your chin, neck, chest, over your body, down your thighs, and back up your shaft as it grows harder, pulsing for me. Your heart races, and your head is spinning with pleasure. You have an overwhelming desire to please me. You begin to lose yourself and let out a slight moan. I grasp your cock firmly in my hand and kiss you again, telling you, “Good boy.”

My hand is still wrapped around you; I feel the powerful effect those words have on you.

“It’s time for a feeding,” I say, and with my free hand, I raise your head and lips to my chest. My nipple enters your warm, soft, pulsing mouth, and you suck hungrily. We experience waves of pleasure while you suckle me, and I stroke you.

“That's it, good boy,” I coo as I move my hand to the back of your head, holding you in place. I can't help but start to gyrate my hips, wishing for more fiction. I love that you are tried up and entirely at my mercy, but as you suckle my nipple, I find myself wishing you could stick a finger in me as well. An idea pops into my head, and I smile as I get lost in the sensation of your hot mouth pulling milk steadily on my tit. When I feel a gush from within my pussy, I know it's time. I pull your head back and smash my lips to yours. You open your mouth slightly, and I greedily deepen the kiss as I start to move on top of you. I press your cock down so it can't enter me, then I press my hips down, trapping it to your stomach. I start to let my wet pussy slip around the hard length. I lead down, and as I begin to put my other nipple to your lips, I tell you, “I need you to empty this one now; if you make me cum, I'll return the favor.”

I once again cradle the back of your head as you latch on and suck hard, “Slow down, baby, take your time.”

You slow, and I roll my hips over you to match your pace. We both moan together, and we start to work in a rhythm. You are trying to hold still for me, but it's hard when it feels this good. Your hips begin to grind into mine, and for a moment, we are lost in time. Your precum and pussy juices are starting to mix. We are making a delicious mess together, and it sending out pleasure to new highs.

My movements start to become frantic as I feel you tighten your teeth around my nipple and then lick it better. I lose myself as I press harder into your cock and start to cum.

“I'm cuming, baby! Oh yes, god! That feels sooo good. Fuck! You are such a good boy! Keep going until I say stop, okay?”

I see your eyes flicked up while you continue to suck. You nod in agreement as you watch the show of me break apart. Slowly, I start to come down from my orgasm. I lead forward, and my nipple pops out of your mouth as you try desperately to get it back. I ignore your struggle and lean forward to untie the knot to release your hands. As I do, I slide up your cock, and I can feel the head starting to breach entry. I sigh and pause to enjoy the feeling; then, once I've released your arms, I move my hips up and away.

You lay still, slightly dazed, enjoying the touch of taboo we just shared. I move and lay on my back. I order you to feed me your cock and knee over me so you can eat me out at the same time. You flex your arms to get comfortable after the restraints. As you start to do as your told, I tell you, “I want you to fuck my mouth and cum down my throat.”

“Yes, mistress, I can't wait to taste you.” you groan out while inwardly thanking your lucking stars.

You climb over me and point your dick down; I move my head towards my treat like a baby bird. I feel you enter my mouth, sigh and start kissing and licking my pussy as you press deeper down my throat.

You set a leisurely pace; you lick and suck simultaneously, pulling in and out of my mouth. Initially, you were hesitant about fucking my face, you don't want to hurt me. You start to pick up pace and let your concerns go as you realize we have safe words and nonverbal cues to stop or slow down if things get too intense. God, you've never been buried so deeply down a throat before.

I smack your ass when you get caught up in your pleasure and forget to eat, suck and lick what is spread before you, “Sorry, Mistress,” you mumble as you return to your task with renewed vigor.

My pussy is warm and intoxicating; the sensual aroma paired with the sweet taste has you coming in done. You start pounding your dick into my hot mouth with reckless abandon. Your whole body is hot, and everything is soft and wet; you lose yourself as you chase your release. You come, too, as you finish squirting your load down my throat. Fleetingly, you wonder if I'm okay, but you don't quite have complete control over your bucking hips to do anything about it.

Your body loses all its tension, and you hear me humming with sounds of enjoyment. Relieved and in awe, you relax into my throat while you lazy lick up the juices that squirted out of me.

After a couple of minutes, you get up and grab a warm wet cloth and clean me up, then yourself before you sheepishly ask if I'll hold you. I tell you to strip me of my lingerie so you can touch skin to skin while I cuddle you from behind.

Your skin is thumbing as you relax into my hold. You start to drift off to sleep in my arms while replaying what happened. I'm a foot shorter than you, fifteen years younger, and yet you crave me to take the lead. You never had someone make you feel so desirable, but it’s more than that. You’ve lived longer than me, but I’m bringing new experiences to your life. You've never come down someone's throat or had someone eat your asshole like that. Resigned to your fate, you realize you will do anything for me. Someday, you want to wear my collar so everyone can see who you belong to.

“I wish I could stay your toy forever,” you lament.

“I know, baby,” I respond, kissing your broad shoulder.

The reality of your wife and kids threatened to pop into your head for the briefest moments. You shake it off and bring your focus back to me; my soft, warm body surrounds you. You tangled your fingers into mine. I'm the only person that exists. Only my desires matter.