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A Dominatrix Always Gets What She Wants – Part 4
🕑 Added 2021-12-10 07:43:31 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Nick stood naked in the middle of the room. His hands were clasped behind his back and his cock was rigid with excitement as Mistress Elena slowly circled him with a riding crop in her hand.
“Why are you hard?” she asked.
“I’m excited, mistress,” Nick replied. “I can’t help but get excited when I come to see you. You’re so beautiful and you look so sexy in those boots and that dress.”
Mistress Elena stopped in front of Nick and stepped closer, leaving the tip of his throbbing cock just a few inches from the smooth, shiny material of her latex dress. “You think I’m sexy?”
Nick nodded. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
Mistress Elena brushed the leather tip of her crop over his chest and then pulled back and delivered a swift, painful blow. Nick winced and yelped from the shock of such sudden anguish. “You know that this cock of yours doesn’t deserve a woman like me, right?” she asked. “You understand that you’re not even remotely worthy of me, don’t you?”
“Yes, mistress,” Nick said as the pleasure of humiliation pulsed up and down his shaft.
“I wouldn’t fuck you if my life depended on it,” Mistress Elena continued. “You’re barely worthy of eating my filthy asshole. Do you understand?”
Nick nodded as Mistress Elena ran the tip of her crop over the top of his shaft. He was terrified that she might strike him with it, and yet some part of him wanted to suffer for her.
“You’re barely worthy of your wife, Nick,” Mistress Elena said. “You’ve proven over and over again that your cock isn’t capable of satisfying her. You can’t help but cum after just a handful of thrusts into her tight, wet cunt, can you?”
“No, I can’t,” Nick confirmed.
“Are you still cleaning your mess from your wife after you cum too quickly?” Mistress Elena asked.
“Yes, mistress,” Nick answered. “I do, and the most amazing thing has happened.”
Mistress Elena moved behind Nick and ran the tip of her crop over his back. He expected she would deliver a punishing blow, but it never arrived. “What has happened?”
“Rebecca, she confessed that she likes it when I go down on her after I cum inside her,” Nick explained. “She didn’t really go into detail, but she made it clear that she enjoys it.”
“Isn’t that interesting,” Mistress Elena observed. “It seems that your wife is beginning to see that she’s married to a man that cannot satisfy her in the traditional manner. Your cock isn’t very large, after all, and you’ve turned into quite the minute man, which means you really have no hope of making her cum when you have sex with her. Isn’t that right, Nick?”
Nick shuddered with pleasure as Mistress Elena’s words wormed their way into the part of his brain that was addicted to the thrills of humiliation. “Yes, mistress,” he answered.
Mistress Elena stepped to the side and delivered two swift blows to Nick’s ass. He resisted the urge to reach down and soothe his flesh with his hands, for he knew that would only bring further punishment.
“How does it make you feel that your wife seems to enjoy being married to a cum slut?” Mistress Elena asked.
Nick moaned. Mistress Elena never referred to him like that before and it was exquisite. “It makes me so happy, mistress.”
Mistress Elena stepped in front of Nick once more and used her index finger to gather the precum at the tip of his cock. She held it up and pushed it into Nick’s mouth. He promptly sucked her finger clean. “Do you like being a cum slut, Nick? When your pathetic cock is inside your wife’s warm, wet cunt, does it turn you on to think of releasing your seed inside her so you can crawl between her legs and clean up your mess like a pathetic little cum slut?”
Nick nodded as she pushed her finger deeper into his mouth. He gagged and his eyes watered as Mistress Elena smiled as if she found it utterly delightful to see him suffer.
“Do you worry that your wife will think less of you, Nick?” Mistress Elena asked as she pulled her finger from his mouth. “Do you think she’ll begin to wonder whether or not she wants to be married to a disgusting little cum whore that can’t help but orgasm after just a handful of strokes because he’s so desperate to clean the nasty mess he left inside her?”
Nick couldn’t think straight. He knew he probably should be concerned about an outcome like that, but he wasn’t. Instead, he was turned on at the idea.
“Cat got your tongue?” Mistress Elena inquired.
“What…what would happen if she started to think of me that way, mistress?” Nick asked.
Mistress Elena smiled and once again began slowly circling Nick. “That’s an excellent question. I don’t know Rebecca, so it’s hard to know what she would do. Does she love you, Nick?”
“She does,” he replied.
“Despite your many shortcomings as a man?” she asked.
Nick nodded as lust surged through his loins. “Yes,” he replied. “Rebecca loves me, and I love her.”
“I know you do,” Mistress Elena said as she stopped in front of him. “And the fact that she enjoys when you act like a dirty little cum slut makes me believe she loves you. Perhaps, then, Rebecca will simply find a superior man to make up for your shortcomings.”
Nick’s knees wobbled as he considered the idea of his wife having sex with someone else.
“Do you like that idea, Nick?” Mistress Elena asked. “Does it arouse you to think of another man’s cock moving in and out of the slippery, steamy, perfect cunt that you so enjoy cleaning up?”
Nick was so turned on he felt like he couldn’t speak, so he nodded.
“Of course it does,” Mistress Elena said. “You love your wife, after all, and you know she deserves to be fucked by someone that can actually make her cum, not some small-dicked minute man that has to use his tongue to offer his wife any sort of satisfaction.”
“Mistress…may I masturbate?” Nick asked.
Mistress Elena smacked his stiff cock with the tip of her riding crop and Nick doubled over in pain. “You may not. How dare you even ask for permission? You know the rules. I control your orgasms now. I tell you when you’re allowed to cum. How disappointing, Nick.”
“I’m sorry, mistress,” he said. “I’m just so turned on. I feel like I’m going out of my mind.”
“What you want isn’t particularly important to me, Nick,” Mistress Elena explained. “I only take on clients that I enjoy playing with, and I’ve enjoyed helping you become the filthy little cum slut I’ve always known you were. A well-trained cum slut doesn’t masturbate whenever he wants, though. He cums when and where I tell him to cum and he greedily laps up his mess afterwards.”
“Yes, mistress,” Nick said. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re not,” she replied. “But you will be. Don’t worry about that. Before we get to your punishment, though, I want to make sure my instructions are clear. You are no longer permitted to cum anywhere but inside your wife. She likes when you clean your load out of her, which means you’re offering Rebecca at least a little bit of pleasure instead of being completely worthless, so you’ll continue to do so until I give you permission to stop. Do you understand, Nick?”
“Yes, mistress,” he said.
“If I discover that you’ve spilled your load anywhere but inside your wife, you won’t be permitted to see me again,” she added. “Do you understand that?”
Nick felt genuine anguish at the idea of never being able to see Mistress Elena again. “Yes, I understand. I promise, I won’t cum anywhere but inside my wife and I’ll clean up my mess every time.”
“Very good,” Mistress Elena said. “Now go to the wall and choose an implement of punishment. I’m going to give you a good beating for thinking you were allowed to ask permission to masturbate.”
Nick slowly approached the wall upon which a dozen implements of punishment hung. He bypassed any that would leave marks that would be difficult to explain to Rebecca and instead grabbed the flogger, which hurt a great deal, but rarely left marks that lasted longer than a few hours.
“Very good,” Mistress Elena said as she took the flogger from his hand. “Now turn around and put your hands behind your head. “Count the strokes.”
Nick turned around, put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes as he braced for the first blow. Despite the impending pain, his cock was still hard. Nick knew there was a chance it would stay that way, as suffering for Mistress Elena tended to turn him on.
“If you make it through the punishment without using your safe word, you’ll have my permission to fuck your wife tonight,” Mistress Elena said.
“Thank you, mistress,” he replied.
“Don’t thank me yet,” she shot back.
The whoosh of the flogger moving through the air filled the room and Nick cried out in pain a moment later as she struck his back. He knew Mistress Elena wanted to break him. She wanted to make him utter his safe word and thereby deny himself the pleasure of sex with his wife, but Nick was determined to hold fast. His desire to clean his cum from Rebecca’s pussy – and to make her cum in the process – was too strong for anything else to be an option. Nick had to make it through the punishment.
“You look beautiful, Rebecca,” Elena said as she stood from the table and greeted her friend with a hug.
“Thanks,” Rebecca replied with a shy smile. “You do too. Though you always look beautiful. You make it look easy, too. I can’t help but feel a little jealous.”
They sat across from each other at the cafe table and Elena gestured for the waitress to come over.
“What can I get you?” she asked.
“I’ll have a latte,” Elena said. “And I’d guess that my friend will have a cappuccino.”
Rebecca looked up and smiled. “That’s right. How did you know?”
“Just a lucky guess,” Elena replied.
“I’ll have those for you soon,” the waitress said.
“You know,” Elena began as she looked across the table at Rebecca, “I’ve noticed a change in you since we first met. You used to present yourself really conservatively, kind of like you didn’t want to be noticed. Your clothes were loose; your hair was almost always pulled back into a tight bun on a ponytail. It feels like your confidence has grown a great deal over the past few months, though. Those jeans you’re wearing are exquisite, and if I you don’t mind me saying, they make your ass look fabulous, Rebecca. Plus, you’ve put your breasts on display in a rather fetching manner.”
Rebecca leaned back and looked down at the elegant silk blouse she’d worn for their meeting. She reached up as if she was going to do up another button and hide her cleavage, but stopped before committing. “I confess that I actually really like looking this way,” she said. “You’re right that I used to dress to hide myself, and I suppose I still dress like that sometimes, but for some reason I never want to dress that way when I see you.”
Elena reached across the table and gently touched her friend’s hand as she said, “I love the way you look, and I love that I might be having a positive influence on you.”
Rebecca smiled sweetly and made no effort to move her hand. Instead, she leaned in a little closer and said, “I love that we’re friends, Elena, and I feel like you have had a positive influence on me.”
Their drinks arrived and Elena thanked the waitress before taking a quick sip of her latte to confirm that it was as well made as the reviews of the café insisted it would be.
“Do you flirt?” Elena asked. It was an out of the blue question, but there was a particularly handsome man in the corner of the café that kept looking Rebecca’s way and Elena couldn’t help but try and encourage her friend to have a little fun.
“Flirt? You mean with men?” Rebecca replied.
Elena nodded.
“No, not really,” Rebecca said. “I did it that one time with you, in the bar. But otherwise, I don’t flirt.”
“Why not?” Elena asked.
“I…” she began before pausing. “I was going to say that it doesn’t feel right, but I’m not sure that’s true, to be honest. I guess I’m not entirely sure why I don’t flirt.”
“Would Nick be upset?” Elena asked.
“I have no idea,” Rebecca said. “Why do you ask? If I flirt, I mean?”
“There’s a gentlemen sitting in the corner that’s been eyeing you since you walked in,” Elena explained. “I think he would have come over already if you weren’t wearing that lovely diamond on your finger. I also think that a little bit of flirting can do wonders for a woman’s confidence, and that someone as beautiful and sexy as you deserves to feel more confident.”
Rebecca glanced at the man Elena was referring to and smiled. “He’s quite good looking, isn’t he?” she asked.
Elena nodded and offered a smile of her own. “He is, Rebecca, and he wants you. You’re under no obligation to give yourself to him, of course, but there’s no harm in a little flirting.”
Rebecca looked at him again and he raised a hand and waved. She waved back, giggled very much like a nervous school girl, and said, “I’m not sure I remember how to flirt. I wasn’t very good that night at the bar.”
Elena remembered it well. Rebecca had tried, but she was so nervous that it seemed like she couldn’t do much more than laugh at the rather poor jokes of the guy that was desperately trying to flirt with her. “You’re more confident now,” Elena reassured her friend. “But, if you’re looking for pointers, just remember that you’re in control. That handsome man staring at you would very much like to fuck you, Rebecca, and you’re the one that controls whether or not he gets to do that. You owe him nothing at all, so go over there with the intent of getting exactly what you want from him, whether that’s a compliment, a light touch on the arm, a kiss, or an invitation back to his place to spend the afternoon with his cock buried inside you.”
Rebecca’s eyes went wide with surprise at Elena’s sudden turn to far dirtier talk than was likely appropriate for a café, but Elena didn’t give a damn. She was having fun and she wanted to see if she could push her friend to open up and at least consider fucking someone other than her disappointing husband.
“Elena,” Rebecca said in a hushed voice. “Someone will hear.”
“Sorry,” Elena replied. “I got a little carried away. I shouldn’t counsel you to approach the flirtation like I would.”
Rebecca glanced at the guy once more and then looked back to Elena and asked, “Would you really go home with someone right after meeting them?”
“I would, and I have,” Elena replied. “Sometimes I have crackling chemistry with someone, Rebecca. Sometimes it’s a man and sometimes it’s a woman, but if the chemistry is there, if the mutual desire is there, I see no reason not to act on it. Sex is my absolute favorite thing in the world and I’m not in the habit of denying myself my favorite thing.”
Elena wondered if Rebecca would be put off by her directness, but she wasn’t. Instead, she seemed intrigued. A smile crept across her face before she said, “Well, I keep telling myself I want to be more like you, so while I’m not going to cheat on my husband, I see no harm in doing a little flirting.”
Before Elena could say another word Rebecca picked up her drink and headed for the table where the handsome gentleman sat. He smiled brightly as she approached and stood to greet her before they sat together.
Elena couldn’t hear what they were saying, but there was no question Rebecca was far more confident than the last time she’d flirted. It seemed as though she’d listened to Elena’s advice, too, as she did an excellent job of making her partner in flirtation do a lot of the heavy lifting at first. Eventually Rebecca loosened up – presumably when he proved himself to be a good conversationalist – and soon they were having a rollicking good conversation punctuated by laughter and the occasional bit of physical contact, much of it initiated by Rebecca as she leaned over to touch his arm on several occasions.
Elena thought of Nick as she watched his wife gleefully flirt with someone else. She wondered how he’d react to his fantasy stepping out of her room at the mansion and into the real world. Would he crumble from the anxiety that filled him, or would the arousal he felt at watching Rebecca pursue a better man be enough to keep him in line? Elena suspected that Nick would find out before long.
After a surprisingly long conversation, Rebecca said goodbye to her partner in flirtation and returned to Elena’s table with a giddy smile on her face and a bounce in her step.
“How do you feel?” Elena asked.
“Incredible,” Rebecca replied. “Is that bad?”
“Of course not,” Elena said. “It’s good, Rebecca. Don’t you feel confident, beautiful, and perhaps a little bit horny?”
Rebecca nodded.
“Isn’t it good to feel all three of those things?” Elena asked.
“Yes, it is,” Rebecca answered confidently. “Of course it is. I shouldn’t feel bad about feeling that way. It’s not as if I did anything wrong, after all.”
Elena smiled. “No, it’s not. And by the way, you’re absolutely glowing, Rebecca. I have half a mind to try and convince you to come home with me.”
Rebecca seemed a little surprised by Elena’s bold declaration.
“Sorry,” Elena said. “I got a bit carried away there.”
“It’s okay,” Rebecca replied. She shifted in her seat, drank the last of her cappuccino, and said, “You’ve had…you’ve been with women before though, haven’t you?”
Elena had mentioned it a handful of times, so Rebecca knew the answer to her question. “I have,” Elena said. “I can be a bit greedy when it comes to pleasure, I suppose. I tend to want to try a little of everything.”
“I haven’t tried much of anything in my life,” Rebecca noted. “It’s mostly been Nick.”
She seemed just a little bit wistful about it, which Elena took as a very good sign. That meant there was room to open Rebecca’s eyes to the pleasures of stepping outside her marriage and into a whole new world of sexual satisfaction.
“If I ask you something, will you answer me honestly?” Elena asked.
Rebecca nodded.
“Do you feel desire for the guy you were flirting with?” Elena asked.
“Dave,” Rebecca said. “That’s his name, I mean.”
Elena smiled at her friend’s attempt to delay answering the question. “Do you feel desire for Dave?” she asked. “And I don’t mean intellectually. When you were talking to him, when you think about him, when you look over him, does your body desire him, Rebecca? Does the idea of going back over there and kissing him leave you weak in the knees?”
Rebecca looked at Elena, held her gaze for a few moments, and nodded.
“But you wouldn’t do it,” Elena said.
“I couldn’t,” Rebecca replied. “It would break Nick’s heart if he knew I cheated on him, even if it was just a kiss.”
“Would it?” Elena asked.
Rebecca tilted her head and asked, “What do you mean?”
“My apologies if I’m being indelicate, but Nick loves cleaning his mess from inside you, Rebecca. He’s not a typical man. What if he’s the kind of man that loves the idea of his wife doing a bit of flirting with someone else? What if he’s the kind of man that would enjoy it if you did even more than flirt?” Elena said.
“There aren’t men like that, are there?” Rebecca asked.
Elena saw what she thought was a touch of hope on Rebecca’s face, indicating that perhaps her desire for Dave, or a man like him, was more significant than Elena suspected. “Actually, more men than you might imagine fantasize about that very thing,” she said. “They fantasize about their wives doing a lot more than kissing, in fact.”
Rebecca was silent for a few moments before she looked towards Dave. She bit her lower lip like she was thinking of doing something a little bit irresponsible and then got up and headed his way once more. Elena watched with a delighted smile on her face as the seed she sewn quickly sprouted.
Rebecca stood by Dave’s table and pulled out her phone. They talked for a few moments and then Rebecca handed him her phone. She was getting his number. She was going even further than Elena figured she would.
“Did you just get his number?” Elena asked as Rebecca returned to their table.
“I did,” she said. “I think now would be a good time to make a graceful exit.”
Rebecca seemed excited as she gathered her purse and Elena happily followed her friend out of the café and onto the sidewalk.
“You’re excited, aren’t you?” Elena asked. “I can see it in your eyes.”
Rebecca couldn’t contain her smile. “I am. Is that terrible? Am I terrible? Am I a terrible wife for asking for another man’s number?”
Elena took Rebecca’s hand in hers and squeezed it tight to try and calm her down. “You’re not terrible, Rebecca. You’re just doing what feels good, and I think there’s a chance that your husband will be more supportive of your desire to open your life to more things that feel good.”
“You think so?” Rebecca asked.
“Isn’t Nick happier since you told him that you like it when he goes down on you after he’s cum inside you?” Elena said.
Rebecca squeezed her friend’s hand and said, “Yes. He is. He really is.”
“Aren’t you happier too?” Elena said.
“I am, Elena. I am,” Rebecca replied.
“Then you should keep it up. Take it slow, but keep trying new things. Keep expanding your horizons. Flirt a little bit via text. Maybe send Dave a naughty picture or two – just leave your face out of them,” Elena said.
“A naughty picture? I couldn’t. Why would he want that?” Rebecca asked.
Elena laughed and reached up to gently caress Rebecca’s face for just a moment. “Because you’re a beautiful, sexy woman, Rebecca.”
Rebecca didn’t shy away from her touch. If anything, she seemed to welcome it and she gladly stared into Elena’s eyes for a few seconds before saying, “Thank you, Elena. For everything. I’m happier since I met you, to be honest.”
Elena felt an unexpected desire to kiss Rebecca, but she ignored it. There was no guarantee Rebecca would welcome such a thing and she didn’t want to alienate her friend. She actually liked her, after all, though she still very much wanted to lure Rebecca into a much kinkier version of her world.
“You know, I think I’m happier since I met you, Rebecca,” Elena replied. “We should meet again soon. And before we do, you should consider telling Nick that you did a little flirting with someone today. See how he reacts. There’s no actual harm in flirting, so even if he hates it you haven’t done anything wrong, and if he likes it, well then you might have something truly exciting on your hands.”
“I think I will tell him,” Rebecca said. “Why not, right? What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I’d love to hear how it goes,” Elena replied before letting go of her friend’s hand.
Rebecca smiled. “I’ll let you know, then.”
Elena leaned in, gave Rebecca a hug, and said, “It was wonderful seeing you, as always. I hope you have a very good night with Nick.”
“I’m sure I will,” Rebecca replied. “Have a good night too!”
Elena waved, turned, and walked away with a smile on her face as she considered just how much fun it was to play with both husband and wife. She wondered if she’d ever have them both in her room at the mansion. Could she ever get Rebecca comfortable enough with kink to participate in a dual session with her husband? Would Nick be willing to open up to his wife in that way? Only time would tell, but Elena was eager to see if she could exert such intense control over the couple. What fun that would be.
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Great story! Love where this is headed
so good!
