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felt like a deranged woman from a movie I saw some years ago. I loved how she made her slaves acquiesce to her every whim. Was a slave a submissive? This wasn’t the right time to ask; maybe later when I didn’t have him tied to a bed post.
    “Yes, ma’am.” He smiled briefly, then looked away like a sad puppy dog.
    I guessed he didn’t want me to see the glee and satisfaction he got from me slapping him.
    “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked him as I straddled his cock and watched the way it leaned. He had a nice, hard, red cock that I wanted to suck on, but this dominant thing was fun.
    I tried to remember what I should do next. I guessed making him beg would be the proper thing, but first I needed to tie up his legs.
    “Where are more ties at?!” I snarled, standing up and looking around the room.
    “In my top drawer, mistress.”
    Mistress; it had a nice ring to it.
    I tied his legs to the bed posts and watched my work. A handsome man, tied naked to a bed with a hard cock sticking straight up ready for me to ride. Who knew I could do this—make someone’s cock that hard without sucking it?
    Usually, that was a mandate with Trevor—sucking his cock before sex. He liked fucking my mouth before any kind of sex, and he never ate me out. It was like a commandment of his never to taste me.
    Thinking of that selfish bastard, I felt my skin turn scarlet.
    “Where are the condoms?” That was one thing I couldn’t do without. I didn’t know Kyle, and he knew even less about me.
    He jerked his head toward the night stand, and sure enough, in the top drawer was a box of rubber protection. I tried something different; a trick I saw on late night TV show.
    Putting the condom in my mouth, I placed it on Kyle’s cock. A sharp inhale signaled I was doing something right.
    Rolling the rubber down his cock with my tongue and teeth caused him to flinch.
    “Oh, you can’t sit still, huh?” I couldn’t wait any longer. This was fun, but my cunt was throbbing with anticipation.
    Jumping back on top, I slid Kyle inside of me slowly, inch by inch.
    “Oh, Mistress! How does it feel?”
    I couldn’t speak. My eyes were squeezed shut as I picked up a rhythm. As my hands gripped his Herculean chest, my mind was fully concentrated on cumming. I needed to cum right now.
    Moans were my only form of communication as I grinded his pelvis into mine. We started off slow, my sex cinching his. Then he started talking again.
    “Mistress, I want you to cum all over me,” As he spoke, the power of his hips magnified. “I can’t wait until you let me eat you mistress. Please, can I suck the cum out of you? Please?” he begged.
    No one had ever begged for me before. It was a turn-on that I hadn’t experienced in years. He was so deep inside, and it felt sweet, as if his cock was candy to my sex. I wanted to swallow him whole.
    Rubbing my clit and riding this massive cock sent waves of heat over my body. The tingling of nerves coming alive shot through my body until my legs lost function.
    I was cumming, screams escaping me and bouncing off the walls. I pounded on Kyle’s chest and bounced on him like a derby-winning pony.
    “Oh, Mistress... May I cum now? Please?”
    That was weird. Still inside me and hard as concrete, Kyle now wanted my permission to cum. I wasn’t sure if I could say anything other than yes.
    Reaching for the sides of the bed posts, I untied him.
    “Yes, you may cum.”
    As soon as his hands were free, Kyle grabbed me close, pulling me down to him and pumping away. Our bodies meshed together were like exploding volcanoes of cum. Before tonight, I’d thought that multiple orgasms were impossible, but I was about to have one.
    “Yes, fuck me, dammit!” I tried to slap at his face, possessed by some orgasm demon as I matched his speed.
    “Yes, Mistress!,” he screamed. We both held onto each other for dear life, squeezing the orgasms out of each other.
    The second one was better than the first, if that were