I beckon Lance with finger, turning on heel, heading up the stairs. I don't have to look back to know he's following like a puppy looking for attention and treats. I enter my room and take a seat on my high backed, Baroque, carved-wood throne of a chair, that made me feel like royalty.
As soon as I'm seated, Lance steps in to my room, looking around, finding me within seconds.
"On your knees." I don't spare him anything more than a glance, as I inspect my nails in boredom.
I hear the thump of his knees hitting the floor, the scuffle of his jeans on the hard wood floor. He approaches me, stopping at the edge of the circular rug under my chair. I finally spare him a glance, using the toe of my heel to lift his gaze up to me.
"Fetch my black bag." I instruct him.
"Yes, Mistress." He shuffles towards my closet, fetching my large, black bag and placing it at my feet.
"Open it. Pull out first, the item you like the most." I command him with a grin on my face.
He opens the bag and looks through the items, pulling out my riding crop and placing it down.
"Now, pull out the item that you dislike the most."
He pulls out my bull whip, placing it next to the crop.
I nod, "Now pull out something that makes me wet."
He look through and pull out a rubber paddle and places it down next to the others.
"Good job!" I praise him, "Now, pull out the toys you would like or enjoy to use on me. I don't have any toys for you here, so we will have to do without this time." I give him a cheeky smirk, waiting to see what he pulls out.
He looks inside and pulls out several items. Two of my vibrators, one that rotated and thrusted, the other just vibrated, one of my vibrating cock rings, a bullet, and the last one surprised me.
He pulled out a thin, three inch, graduated, anal vibrator, something I haven't used since..... my first experience with him. I had forgotten it was even in there. I had enjoyed it, but was not something I would think about often.
"Interesting." I mutter, lowering my hand to rest on the arm of the chair. "We're going to play a little game of chance tonight. You will blindfold your self, and then I will hold up, at random, each of these items. A simple yes or no will suffice when I ask you. You may say yes as many times as you want, as long as you give at least three of them."
"Yes, mistress." Lance opens up the stiff duffel bag's side pocket, pulling out a wide, long, black ribbon and begins to wrap his eyes, the ribbon going round his head four times before he ties it tight.
I am quiet as I move to test his sight, not showing any reaction, I decide to get started.
"Yes or no?" I ask him looking at one vibrator.
"No."
"Next." I let him know I've moved on.
"Yes."
The paddle, is a yes...
"Next."
"Yes." He says, and I note that the bullet has made the cut. He says yes to the crop, yes to the thrusting vibrator, then again to the anal vibrator.
The rest he says no to. I pick up the cock ring, vibrator, and whip, placing them back in the bag. I take out the lubricant I have and sit back down.
"You may open your eyes and remove the blind. See what you've chosen for the night."
He yanks the blindfold off, letting his eyes adjust before glancing down in front of him. He smiles lightly, but turns his face to stone, not wanting to seem too exited.
"Hand me my paddle and bring the bullet with you. Then strip and bend over, presenting your ass to me."
Listening to my command, he brings forth my paddle and the bullet before stripping down in front of me. I soak in the revelation of his gorgeous body, my eyes feasting upon him, even though I hold my bored expression in place from earlier.
Once he's completely naked he steps forward onto the rug, and bends over, presenting his ass to me. I rub it, seeing the slightly red marks and a few that were still raised welts from yesterday's play time. I knew I would have to be mindful and pay attention to his reactions as I worked his tolerance back up.
His balls are just barely visible between his legs with how he stands.
"Spread your legs, use your hands to steady yourself if you must." I instruct, watching as he instantly obeys.
I give his ass a playful smack, smirking at his hushed intake of breath. I reach between his legs and fondle his balls gently.
His groan informing me to continue.
*smack-smack*
My other hand connects with his ass cheeks, alternating between the cheeks. I feel his ball twitch in my hands as I smack his ass some more. He groans and I smack, and I fondle, feeling his cock beginning to grow as I play with his balls.
"You like this don't you?" I ask, upping the strength I use on his ass.
He hisses, "Yes, Mistress!" Even as his legs shake, and his knees want to bend, he holds his ass up for me to smack.
I grab his growing dick, stroking it a few times before releasing it.
"You know, I thought that you were very naughty earlier, taking advantage of the photo booth." I put some lube on my hand and return to stroking his cock between his legs.
"I'm sorry mistress, I couldn't help myself. Ohhh..." He moans as my lubed hand strokes his cock that grows with each stroke.
*Smack-smack*
I raise the strength to see if he can handle it, and his response has me grinning.
"Oh god, yes." Gasping, he takes a few breaths as my strokes grow in speed.
I pick up my paddle and swiftly paddle his ass a few times.
"Oh, yes! How can I make it right, Mistress?" Seeing his red face between his legs, I take a moment to think, releasing his cock and making him groan at the loss.
"Get on your knees."
He does so, keeping his ass in my direction.
"Tell me what you did earlier that is worthy of being redeemable through punishment?" I question him, curious to hear what he has to say.
"All of them, Mistress." He states clearly, but yelps as I bring the paddle across both cheeks.
Cheeky... But I like it.
"Explain your reasoning." I huff out, sounding annoyed.
*whack*
I let the paddle land again across his ass.
"How could I not touch you, when you were grinding your ass against me?" He starts, glancing over his shoulder at me as he continues.
"The hitch in your breath when you realize I'm getting hard? The sound you make when I touch you? It's been driving me insane not to try and take you. I wanted to badly since we walked back through the door earlier." Lance moans out as I bring the paddle down on his ass some more.
*whack, whack, whack*
"Such naughty thoughts..." My lofty tone almost betrays how I'm really feeling. "You want to take me, fuck me?" I let my tongue roll and enunciate each word.
*whack-whack-whack*
"Yes, mistress." He whimpers, so I sit back, setting the paddle beside me and picking up the bullet.
"Stay on your hands and knees but turn around and face me." I command him.
"Now, tell me if you could, how would you have taken me when we arrived back here?" I instruct him, turning the bullet on to slide in between my legs as he watched.
He swallows hard watching my hand move between my legs, but shakes his head before doing as he was told.
"I wanted to pull you against me and kiss you in the kitchen. Make you breathless, before I would toss you on the kitchen table, rip through the hole of your pantyhose and begin eating my fill of your pussy." His eyes fill with hunger at the thought and I admit, I was growing hungry as well.
I lift one leg up on to the edge of the chair, so he can see me moving the bullet around my clit and pussy, teasing my senses.
"Is that all?" I ask after a moment of him just watching my pussy getting teased.
He swallows again, inching forward a fraction before continuing returning his gaze to my eyes.
"After I ate my fill of your screams and moans from making you cum, I wanted to pull you to the edge of the table. Then, I could give you my hard cock that I know you want too." His eyes keep switching between looking at me and the bullet, restraining him self through his tight jaw that barely moves as he speaks.
"I'd slowly slide it into you, so you could feel me, fill you up. I'd watch the look in your eyes, as slowly they become wider as the pleasure builds of me inside of you. I'd settle myself deep within you and begin to give it to you hard, fast and deep."
I run the bullet over my clit, making my nerves twitch at the heightened senses building in me.
"Anything else I should be made aware of?" I gasp and moan as I press the bullet to my clit, going in quick circles over it.
His face inches closer to my chair, "No, mistress." He groans, licking his lips, wanting my pussy so badly he can almost taste it.
I remove the bullet and turn it off. Grabbing my paddle, I reach over his head and give him a good swat to each cheek. This action brought my pussy closer to his face. I felt, even through his gasps that were hot against my thighs, that he was trying to not dive right into my pussy with his face. I scoot my self forward on the chair, placing it right in front of his nose.
*Whack*
"You are such a naughty one," I begin, letting the paddle fall on his ass in between a few seconds of respite. "no control over yourself."
"What makes you think I could trust you to explore my desires if you can't even keep your hands to yourself?" I ask nudging my pussy right into his nose.
"Because the photo booth was just for fun earlier. I'm being serious now." He's not kidding either, I can hear the affirmative tone in his words and know he's out of the scene at this moment.
I sit back and search his face, wondering what is going through his mind.
What is his end goal in all of this?