Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2004 10:48:12 -0500
From: M & T <tschild0713@comcast.net>
Subject: Destiny Pt. 8

     I was delirious from the overload of all my senses.  My cock being
teased by Mistresses leather hand, her hot mouth teasing, torturing my
neck, and the aroma of her perfume and leather attire all attacking me at
once.  I moaned loudly as my cock became more rigid then it had ever been
before in my entire life.  "You better not even think about coming
slave", she seethed in my ear.  I could feel my cum building from her
caressing me, and knew I better think about something else before I
exploded all over her leather hand.  I was struggling mightly and felt I
was losing the battle with myself, when thankfully, she stopped touching
me.  I sighed in relief.  Then she grabbed my face again with those
elegant hands and her full lips came down upon mine.  A long slow kiss
that I swooned under.  Her tongue gently probing at my lips, demanding in
their own soft way, that I open my mouth and allow her entrance to mine.
My tongue immediately swirled with hers, and my passion jumped to another
level.  Then her teeth clamped down upon my tongue and she drew it in
even deeper into her sultry mouth and began to suck at my tongue.  Oh
what anguish it was to try and not explode in orgasmic joy as she
sensuously drew my passion from me.  Her gloved hand began to torment my
nipples again, and I moaned from deep inside.

          She slowly drew back and released my tongue and I stayed as
close to her as I could as she withdrew, to enjoy each possible second of
contact I could.  She nipped at the very tip of my tongue which caused me
to jump back and cry out.  I licked at my tongue trying to ease the sharp
pain that last nip had caused me.  It seemed she knew and understood
every sense I might possibly feel.  She knew how to manipulate each one.
I was so consumed by all she had done, I felt weak and more abused then I
ever thought I could be.  I also felt more passion then I had ever
known.  I was now completely putty in her hands.  She had control over me
in every way she could dream up.

       Mistress then pushed me back onto the bed, and my body jerked from
the pain of laying upon all the bruises and welts she had already placed
upon my back and ass.  She slithered over me and I felt her leather
touching me everywhere.  It was sooooo erotic and for the first time I
had some idea of her build as she settled upon me.  I could tell she was
well built, with large breasts, and powerful thighs.  I could feel her
strength and knew I was no match for her.  I knew I was even more at her
mercy then I had thought previously.  She was obviously much taller then
me too, as I could feel her legs were still going past my feet.  She
easily turned my head and began to suck at my neck again, only much more
intensely.  I knew she was leaving marks upon my neck, but I didn't
care.  I loved succumbing to her.  Knowing she was marking me as her
property.  My mind was entranced, my body was no longer my own.  Then,
something broke thru the web she was weaving me into.  Something new,
wasn't quite right.  Then it hit me.  She seemed to know right at that
moment that the realization had broken thru to me, because she pushed her
full weight down upon me, pinning me to the bed.  "Nooooooooooooo", I
softly cried out.  "Yessssssssssssssss", she hissed right back at me.
Her body was softly and gently rolling into mine, and her crotch was
crushed against mine, and I had come to realize, there was a huge bulge
in her tight leather that was pushing firmly against me.  I knew this
could only mean one thing.  A strap-on, right?  I tried to weakly
struggle against her, but this only amused her and she pinned my
shoulders and rose above me and drove her hips into me as her huge cock
jammed itself against me.  I now knew exactly how it felt to be a
helpless woman beneath a powerful man who was intent on having his way
with her.  Except, I wasn't a woman, and she had not used brute strength
to get me to this moment, but evil seduction, pain, and a sensuality, I
could not escape from.  My mind raced, but I knew deep inside, I was
screwed, literally.