Page 8 of The Database

“Can you move Joel?”

He playfully tugged at the ropes. “No, Mistress.”

“Good, good. Now, Joel, we are gonna play another game. We’re going to see how much pain you can tolerate.” She cackled, sliding the riding crop from her bag.

“Pain, Mistress?”

“Yes, Joel, sweet, undeniable, erotic pain. And if you do well, Mistress will let you fuck her.” She trailed her riding crop across his abdomen, playfully smacking it. He flinched and that finally got her wet. She reached between her thighs, running a finger inside. “Oh Joel, Mistress is getting so wet.” Seductively, she sucked her fingers watching his arousal heighten.

He gasped as she swirled the end of the crop over his balls, up his shaft then lightly tapped the head.

“Does that feel good Joel?”

“Yes, Mistress. Better than anticipated.”

She grabbed the base of his cock, fervently stroking it. His reactions were working her up. Em climbed him like a spider monkey, positioning herself just out of reach above his face.

“Now Joel, Mistress is going to give you one last chance to make her come. If you fail, the night is over. If you succeed then Mistress will fuck you. Do you understand?”

He licked his lips. “Yes Mistress.”

“Good Boy.” Gripping the headboard, she perched her little woman directly over his parted lips. Joel lapped at her wetness, running his tongue across her folds, and up over her clit as he playfully sucked it into his mouth.

“Yes Joel, just like that.” Emily arched back, moving her lower half as he slid his tongue between her lips. “Ahh, yes.” She rotated her hips, riding his tongue as he whipped it around inside her.

“Mmm, keep going. You’re very good at this,” she said, and he continued. The playful bantering beforehand already had her engine purring and Joel’s wicked tongue was getting her across the finish line. She bucked up and down, “Yes Joel, Yes!” Em came fast and furiously, riding his face and was rather pleased with Joel’s oral maneuvers.Must mention that on his review.

“Well done, Joel. Now Mistress will reward you,” she said, licking his lips clean.

Emily reached into her magic bag of tricks, retrieving a condom which she unrolled over his cock. Her dampness enabled her to slide easily down his shaft, engulfing him in one long stride. A couple flicks of her hips, a downward grind and he was singing like a canary.

“Ooh fuck. I mean, Yes, Mistress. Yes!” he bellowed, as he came.

She patted his chest, as she dismounted. “Yes, very good Joel. Now Mistress will untie you, but don’t move.”

He panted. “Yes, Mistress.”

She untied him, returned all her toys to her bag then slid her dress back on. She kissed his forehead bidding him ado then proudly made her way home.

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