A NEW SLAVE FOR VELVET.....

Like any new slave, my latest victim seemed eager to please. From the time I started work at the firm, he acted like a lovesick puppy; constantly calling me and trying every possible move to get me into his bed. He had the arrogance and boastful nature of a young man with something to prove, incessantly bragging of the numerous women he had had sex with. I would play along with his juvenile game, as I was certain to emerge the winner.

Finally, after months of agonizing verbal torture, I decided to let him see what a night with me was really like and told him to be at my place at 7. I could see the outline of his young muscular cock ready to burst from his tight jeans, as his mind registered the offer I had put before him. With a cocky smile on his face, he assured me he could handle it. Little did he know what I had in store for him when he showed up that evening…..

Not surprisingly, he arrived on my doorstep several minutes prior to 7:00. I opened the door wearing one of my favorite outfits; a black lace halter top and mini-skirt, complete with garter belt, stockings, and six-inch stiletto heels. I smiled deviously as he blushed and stumbled over his words upon seeing what I had chosen for him. His normally calm demeanor now replaced by a childlike curiosity, which only seemed to enhance his naturally striking good looks. I took his hand and guided him to the couch, then proceeded to make us a couple of drinks. With a Jefferson on the rocks as his poison, he confessed that he had never been with an older woman before. He talked of how he loved to fuck, but hated always having to be the one “in charge”. How all the girls he had been with seemed such a bore; never willing to try anything but missionary and childishly giggling when asked for a blow job. He was looking for a woman to dominate him, and he could tell that I would be up for the challenge.



As he slowly sipped the whiskey, and asked permission to light up a cigarette, he began probing into my sex life. I had to stifle a laugh as I had no intention of divulging the things I did in the bedroom. He was unaware of the fact that behind closed doors, I became another person. A woman with no remorse for the sexual pain she afflicts on others. A woman who relishes in the thought of bringing tears to a man’s eyes through a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain. A woman who loves the sound of a leather whip cracking against bare skin, and the accompanying cries that result. Smiling innocently, I took another sip of wine and told him that he would just have to wait and find out what kind of woman I was in bed.

I made him another drink and slowly ran my hand up the length of his thigh. His eyes now fixated on my chest, I slowly moved my hand over his already bulging cock, tracing the outline with my fingertips. He suddenly seemed like a naïve teenager, not knowing how to react to my sexual advances. This was certainly not the young man who so boastfully talked of his sexual conquests, trying so hard to convince me that he could make me cum harder than anyone before. As his breathing became heavier, I told him that I couldn’t wait to feel his young hard cock inside of me, and that I hope he really could “handle it” like he promised he could.

I grabbed him by his belt loop and led him into the bedroom, where he immediately tried to rip open my blouse, eager to wrap his mouth around my plump tits. I slapped his hand, telling him that he couldn’t touch me until I gave him permission. His youthful forwardness was such a turn-on, but I intended to have him begging me to fuck him by the time I was done. I pushed him up against the wall, and told him to take off all of his clothes.

As I admired the chiselled form of his tight body, I almost gasped at the size of the beautiful cock springing from his pants. He may have been young, but with a dick like that, I’m sure he wasn’t lonely. I told him that I wanted to watch him pleasure himself, and he obligingly wrapped a fist around his hardened shaft. His hand gliding up and down, he began to pant, trying feverously not to cum.

When I could tell he was about to explode, I removed his hand from his cock, and pushed him back onto the edge of the bed. I told him that I had something special planned for him, and if he was a good boy, I might let him cum later. I stood back and slowly undressed, making a show out of removing each stocking. As I unhooked them and rolled them down my thick thighs, he watched anxiously, a naughty smile adorning his face. I spread my legs just enough for him to get a peek of my smooth, shaved pussy.

With my long hair falling around my face, I straddled him on the edge of the bed, and rubbed my pussy lips on the tip of his cock. He tried to shove his cock inside of me each time I came down, but I wasn’t going to let him have it that easy. I continued to tease him, as I felt the first few drops of pre-cum spilling from his cock. I pushed him back hard and slapped his face, telling him that he wasn’t allowed to cum yet. He cried out as I did this, apologizing profusely, with his cock rock hard beneath me. I let it rest inside my pussy lips a while longer, even so often sliding it up and down against my clitoris, before quickly moving off the bed.

I asked him if he was ready to fuck me yet, and between heavy breaths, he stammered that he didn’t know how much more he could take. I laughed, as I pulled him off the bed and told him that we hadn’t even started yet. Pushing him down onto the floor, I dug the heel of my leather pump into his back, and wrapped a leather collar around his neck. He seemed fearful as I attached the leash and told him to turn around.

“Now, how bad do you want this pussy?” I asked him, yanking roughly on the chain. “Do you want it bad enough to do whatever I say?” His cock rock hard and throbbing, he insisted that he did. He seemed so eager to please, I had to remind myself to take it easy; that this was his first time. I pulled back on the chain once more, bringing his mouth to my already moist pussy.

As he asked for permission to lick it, I grabbed his head and told him that he better make me cum. I could feel his wet tongue against my clit, sliding down and forcing its way into my hole. I propped one leg upon the bed to give him easier access, as he continued to bury his face between my pussy lips. He then took two fingers and forcibly inserted them into my hole, his tongue still pounding away at my clit. I bucked against him, until I could feel the first waves of orgasm washing over me, and my juices sliding down his chin.

I patted him on the head and told him what a good boy he was. I was so horny I couldn’t wait a second longer for him to put that young hard cock inside of me. Yanking him up from the floor, I removed the leash and chain and asked him if he was ready for a good fucking. He assured me that he was, so I pushed him down upon the bed and climbed on top of him, guiding that beautiful cock between my thighs.

I teased him with soft, slow strokes at first, up and down, relishing the sweet and salty aroma of sweat mixed with cum. I dug my nails into his chest, tracing patterns around his erect nipples, and riding him slowly to extend the sweet torture. Then, without warning, he slammed his throbbing cock deep inside of me and began to fuck me without mercy. Each time he shoved it in, it almost brought a tear to my eye, as I imagined being filled with his hot, sticky load.

He thrust one final time, and with a loud animalistic cry, he came. This only sent me into another mind blowing climax, as the spasms clenched around his gradually softening cock. He pulled out of me, and leaning forward to kiss me, he received yet another slap in the face. “All you are is a good time to me, boy”, I reminded him, before quickly moving up to dress and get him out of my bed.

I couldn’t wait to show him what I had in mind next time…

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