"are you thirsty?"
"yes"
"yes what?"
"yes Mistress I am thirsty"
His eyes filled with fear as I take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom. His eyes filled with confusion as he couldn't understand what was happening, or why I was taking him there. I squeezed his hand as a sign of reassurance, but knowing that it wasn't going to reassure him at all.
"It's ok, I'm just getting you a drink"
"Thank you"
His voice struggling to be heard, his eyes looking down at his feet. I let go of his hand, reaching towards him and removed the top he was wearing, his arms shifting by his sides, his fingers clasping tightly with uncertainty.
"Lie down on your back"
He hesitates, and I reach forward and push pressure on his shoulders, making him go down to his knees before he moves himself onto his arse, and lying down. I stand over him, peering down at him and watch him for what for him, felt like the longest of times but was moments only.
He closes his eyes but I can still see his eyeballs moving quickly behind his eyelids.
"Open your eyes"
I speak gently to him. I want to see the expression in his eyes, I need to be able to see the battles he is having within, the longing, the need, and the place that he goes to. But I know he is unsure of what is to come, we haven't done this before. Or at least I haven't with him.
"It's ok baby"
I whisper to him. And then tell him to open his mouth.
I am still standing over him, straddling him from a height. My stockinged legs placed either side of his head. He doesn't know where to look, if he looks straight up he will see my naked cunt, and he is going through some sort of battle of wanting to look but being embarrassed to do so. I smile at his shyness, I smile at the fact that he is doing this for me. I smile that he looks so vulnerable led there beneath me. I smile that although is head is telling him not to do it, that his heart, that his need to submit and please is giving him the strength to be there at that moment.
I lower myself down slightly.
"Open your mouth wide ~ you won't be thirsty for much longer"
The realisation of what is about to come his way hits home. His face filling with a sense of panic.
"I'm not thirsty"
"oh come come now, you were a moment ago, so that hasn't changed has it?"
He nods.
"I think you're telling little fibs"
*laughs*
He shakes his head.
"just open your mouth"
The battle continues within his head, I can see this is pushing a limit for him, but a limit he wanted me to push. I am not going to let the negative battle in his head win and try to reassure him.
"It's ok, it's going to be ok, now open your mouth for me, like a good boy"
He smiles at hearing those words, the affirmation of what he is. And just as he does, I begin to relieve myself. The warm liquid flowing into his mouth, splashing over his face, his eyes filling with his own tears. His cock twitching from the humiliation of being made to drink this way, from me.
He begins to choke, not being able to handle the amount of liquid that is coming from me, I laugh at him gently. He is trying to swallow, trying to take as much into his mouth as he can, the rest falling over his face, wetting his hair and the mat that he is led on.
"There's a good boy" I whisper to him as I reach down to touch his head, touching his cheek, wiping up a splash from his face and giving him my finger to suck.
He does so eagerly, tasting me.
Wanting more he looks up at me, begging with his eyes
"please Miss, may I have more"
"Maybe JoJo. Maybe"
"I want to fuck you" I had whispered into his ear.
The look of surprise on his face at my bluntness was clear to see, we had been flirting outrageously for the previous hour or so, occasionally touching each other in more than a friendly way.
At first he had seemed unsure, surprised even at the way we interacted, but then, this wasn't a situation everyone finds themselves in every day.
I stared into his eyes trying to gauge his reaction further. Leaning forward kissing him deeply, biting on his lip before I pulled away.
He groaned.
You moaned.
I kissed him again reaching down between his legs my fingers finding an already hardening cock. And I could tell just from the brief glance I threw your way over his shoulder that you were aroused too.
You had been sat there watching me, watching him. Watching us talk, interact, watching us as we paid no attention to you. If you made a quiet sound trying to draw my gaze to yours we had still taken no notice.
You heard us kiss when you had gone to the kitchen to fix us drinks and when you came back in, you'd been sent back to your place, finding us closer together.
You had watched me touch him. Watched him touch me. You had watched him reach into my blouse and make my nipples hard. Watching him remove the blouse and bra I had been wearing and then sucking and biting my nipples hard enough to bring me to orgasm.
"stand up and take off your trousers" I had whispered to him as I looked over his shoulder to where you were. "I want you to fuck me, I want to be fucked in a way that he cannot fuck me" as I smiled at him, and at you.
I knew how you were feeling, I knew what you were thinking, just as you knew what I had planned and what I was going to do. You knew that when I told him I was going to fuck him, that was exactly what would happen, maybe not yet, but it would. Only time would tell. And more so, you knew that I was going to fuck him right there, before you.
I knew how much you wanted to watch, wanted to see me with another man, watching me give pleasure to and receive it from another.
He did as asked, standing before me.
Looking over his shoulder to where you were sat. I grinned at you, your eyes looked up towards me, and already a glazed look had clouded over them. I could sense your arousal as well as his, but your humiliation at being there, at being ignored, at your being mine but at that moment, my being with him.
Between his slightly open legs I could see you trying to manouevre into a different position so you could see what I was doing to him, what I was going to do to him. Except you couldn't move far, caged in the corner like a naughty puppy, you couldn't move any more than the bars and your confines would allow. I knew you would be desperate to see me, desperate to see him.
I stood up, walked towards where you were.
And not for one moment taking my gaze away from your eyes, I picked up the blanket that was on the sofa and tossed it over the top of the cage. Plunging you into a semi darkness, plunging you into a place of not being able to see anything apart from shadows through the material, but being able to hear anything that may be said, any noise that may be heard.
I heard your sigh.
I heard you mumble quietly under your breath, sensing your frustration before I turned and walked away. I laughed.
He was still stood where I had left him.
I walked up behind him and ran the tips of my fingernails down his back, he shivered in response, his mouth releasing a moan of arousal which I know that you would have heard too.
Now you wouldn't know what I was doing with him, what he was doing to me, only what your imagination created or what you could grasp from the noises, from the moans and groans that escsaped our mouths for the next couple of hours while I fucked him, while he fucked me. While he bought me to orgasm after orgasm with his fingers, his mouth, his fist.
Every noise, every moan of arousal, everything that we did happening just in front of you, but your only being able to hear and not see.
What an incredibly deeply arousing and powerful feeling, knowing that I was having and giving such pleasure right in front of you and yet you couldn't see a thing. I loved the fact that you couldn't see it, knowing how much you longed to. I knew this would frustrate you even more, that it would humiliate you. But knew just what and how this would make you feel too.
He left.
You were still there. Caged. Aroused. Frustrated. Humilated.
Now I wanted you.
I removed the blanket from the top of the cage, your eyes blinked quickly adjusting to the light, your cock hard, your eyes still glazed. I pushed myself against the cage allowing you to see my wetness.
"lick me" I whispered and immediately I felt the warmth of your tongue reaching into the depths of my wetness and my arse through the cage, and while you licked. I sat there, feeling aroused all over again, knowing that you were tasting me, tasting him and licking me where he had been only minutes before.
With that thought I came again, my juices squirting over your face.
And before you had chance to realise what was happening I allowed myself to piss all over you, the warmth of the liquid hitting the back of your throat and making you choke from the unexpected gushing of liquid.
Your humiliation complete. Letting you know what you are, who you are.
You were marked as mine.
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