Matt was strung up in the middle of the room; hands stretched high and feet just past shoulder-length aside. Were this girl a serial killer or something, Matt wondered, she could carve me up like a turkey and I couldn’t do shit about it. True, he was completely vulnerable, and Mistress Cherie seemed to be indulging in this fact as she paced around him slowly.

“Pardon me. I know you must be anxious to get started, but I was just admiring my toy for the evening. You don’t mind, of course, do you?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Or, would you rather me hurry up and let it be Master Rick’s turn.”

“No, Mistress! Take your time.” Mistress Cherie laughed.

‘This poor boy,’ wondered Mistress Cherie, ‘so terrified, and aroused at the same time without even knowing it.’ “So how do you like Mistress Joan?” Matt had so much he could say. “Its okay,” Mistress Cherie chuckled, “I promise, I won’t tell her anything in here. What happens and what is said in here is strickly between you and I. I appreciate your discretion as well, is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So, tell me truthfully. How do you like Mistress Joan.”

“Well,” Matt wondered carefully, “to be honest, she scares me.” Mistress Cherie chuckled loudly at that.

“Yeah…Mistress Joan…I can see that. She is probably a LOT more hardcore for someone just starting out. But you know, we’re not all the same in this lifestyle. Have you ever been in this lifestyle before, bitch” with that final word, Mistress Cherie landed a loud slap on his ass. All Matt could do is lean forward as if he had a chance to get away. But she was so hot, at the same time, Matt felt himself getting aroused.

“No, Mistress.”

“Interesting,” Mistress Cherie said to herself. “I thought you had prior to Mistress Joan getting you…wrapped around her finger.” She slapped his other butt cheek equally hard. “I tell you what, we have all the time in the world, I think I will take the time to educate you. But seeing that you clearly have no wallet to pay for this education, I’m going to make you work for it.” Mistress Cherie carefully undid one arm at a time and tightly bound Matt’s hands behind his back before undoing his ankles. She blindfolded him and dragged him by his dick leash to somewhere.

She guided him down onto his back, and he was laying on some kind of bench. The bench slid upwards, and Matt could tell by the decreased lighting, his head was inside something. Then, Mistress removed his blindfold. At the moment, all he could see was part of the ceiling. Mistress Cherie’s face appeared in the opening, “normally, you would be blindfolded, but I want you to be fully aware of the woman you are worshipping tonight, and what part of her you are worshipping so intimately. You will listen as I speak, but I want to feel your tongue working hard to please me at all times.”

“You will spend a total of four hours licking, sucking, and otherwise thoroughly cleaning my pussy and my ass. If I sense that you are slacking off, I will add 30 minutes to your time. If I feel like you are working very hard, I will take off 15 minutes. Do you understand your task, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Finally, Matt wondered, this is something he will enjoy! This girl is beautiful; this almost, to him, felt….natural. And with that wondered, Matt felt the weight of Mistress Cherie sitting down upon him. Her pussy was pleasantly placed exactly by his mouth.

“Begin, slave!” Matt fervently began. The tone of her voice intimidated him and it was a gut reaction to obey it. Her pussy was smooth. It had that exotic scene that only smells heavenly to a man. Her taste was clean. Matt barely ever ate girls out. He thought if he could even do 4 hours.

“As I wanted to explain to you, slave, this lifestyle is more than two adults getting their kink on. The role of a Mistress is not to abuse her slave, but to be in charge of taking care of her slave. A good Mistress will keep her slave happy, fed, and provide her slave with firm boundaries and guidance. Some slaves, while successful, have a tendency to squander their talents as they change directions with the wind; on impulse.” Matt noted that this sounded a little like him right now. A School degree, good GPA, and no idea what to do with it or will to understand. Matt also noted exactly where Mistress Cherie’s clit was.

“The slave, on the other hand, cares deeply for their Mistress. They desire their Mistress’s happiness and pleasure so much that they’re willing to sacrifice their own. This is where the Mistress/slave relationship works better than your normal, or vanilla, relationships. In a vanilla relationship, both have competing interests and one eventually spirals down into self-service and the relationship falls apart. As a woman, we are wiser than men in these areas. In fact, as a woman, we are wiser and better than men in almost all areas. That is why you are there, and I am sitting on your face.”

“Now,” said Mistress Cherie, “since I am up here, and I have this helpless young man bound beneath me, I would like to make him lick my ass clean. And I want all up and down my crack, and I want you to see how deep inside your tongue can go. But first, I am going to undo your cage. I better not see an erection, though, slave. This is not for your enjoyment, it is for mine. You are NOT going to want to know the punishment.”

Matt knew he was in trouble. He had been feeling his boner doing everything in its power to break free of the cage put on it since she first sat on him….however long ago that was. He quickly tried to will it to go away, but he found it almost doing the opposite. He pushed away the annoying curiousity he had for what the punishment was by this beautiful woman. He began thinking thoughts of his mother, of his 6^th grade teacher, of Giancarlo Esposito…..he didn’t figure out why that guy would work; he just did.

Before he had a chance to will it down, the cage was off. Mistress Cherie feigned a shocked gasp. “slave! How DARE you! I simply asked you to lick clean Mistress’s filthiest areas, because what else good are you, and look, you are secretly getting off on it. Men are such animals; can’t control themselves. Well, for the rest of your time spent underneath me, I’m going to let it hang out there in the open; your shame. I also happen to have on some special footies; satin, spandex, silk blend. I think while you lick me, I’m going to play with this toy, bring you oh-so-close to cumming, but never-ever cumming.”

So for the next two hours, Matt lay there, chained to this chair, forced to provide oral services to this gorgeous young lady, while over and over getting close to orgasm but never getting to cum. Just as he was almost there, she had this psychic ability to know it, and she would follow it up with smacks to his balls; nothing too fierce, but certainly not gentle. Matt realized, in that moment, that this was the best sexual experience that he had ever had. It was so simple, yet it was so gorgeous. The orgasm at all times put the punctuation on the experience, but this just could go on and on into infinity. It was that point right before cumming, where everything seems perfect, euphoria swimming through the mind, but without end. Perhaps this lifestyle does have something to offer.

“As I was saying,” Mistress Cherie continued while multi-tasking, “you would serve your Mistress, obeying her every command and pleasing her sexually every time she asks for it. She is your everything, and she will instruct you and train you on how you may speak, what you can and can’t do, when and where you sleep, and even when you are allowed to use the restroom. Through her, everything must pass for you. She is your everything. Obeying her rules is the only way you can get access to everything she and her body offer you. Without her, you will feel like a nothing again; back to your mundane, vanilla relationships that always fizzle and die.”

“Okay, I could see you were giving it your best, which is also your downfall,” Mistress Cherie gives his hard dick a kick like it were a pebble in the way on the sidewalk. “So that is 3.5 hours….” Mistress Cherie’s voice trailed off as Matt was completely astonished; how could that have been 3.5 hours?! I almost wanted to argue with her about it, but he knew that would not go over well; questioning a Mistress. Maybe an hour and a half, but definitely not 3.5. “Is that understood, slave?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress, can you repeat that for me…” Matt cringed saying it.

“Ugh, slaves are so slow in the head. Did too much blood flow to your dick that you have none left in your head, slave?”

“Perhaps, Mistress. Slave is also just getting fresh air now after 3.5 hours of breathing Mistress Cherie’s ass and pussy, so slave is a little disoriented.”

Mistress Cherie enjoyed that opinion, “yes, your face was buried in my ass for a long time; licking away like a good slave. What I said was that you must never question Mistress. Everything I do is for a reason, and it is for my slave’s own good. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“In a relationship with a Mistress, slave takes the role stereotypically thought of as the female’s. slave is to support Mistress, submit to her decisions, make her the head of the household, do her laundry, cook her meals; all of those things. This of course, is foolishness that it is the female’s role, and in fact, backwards. Its made worse as the very act of sex makes the woman submit. She must be on all fours to be taken from behind, or laid out on her back with legs spread while the man pins her down.”

“So, slave, you are going to learn how to be a good wife to Mistress now. Even when you are tired, or not in the mood, Mistress will be pleased when she wants it. Understand, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“This act is particularly important to this Mistress, perhaps more than to others. This act reminds slave of his true place; beneath Mistress and submitting completely to Mistress’s pleasure. This will help to undo the decades of programming that the wife, or the woman, will give her body to the man. You will give your body to Mistress.”

Matt was told to lay on his back on a padded, elevated table. Not uncomfortable. His hands were bound together and attached to a chain above his forhead. His ankles were attached to separate chain, and a wedge placed under the top of his butt. Matt did not have to guess; he knew he was clearly being strung up to be fucked like a girl; missionary-style. Mistress Cherie came over to him, and Matt noted how truly sexy and amazing she looked. She was clearly one of the hottest girls he had ever been with. This was not his choice in activity, for sure, but he was so grateful to get any attention from her at all that he wasn’t complaining. Mistress Joan had already taken his virginity, but this still felt strangely like his first time all over again.

Unlike Mistress Joan, Mistress Cherie’s hands were gentle as she prepared him. She found him, but before penetrating him, she bent over him. Her hands were on either sides of his chest, and she leaned down to about two inches from his face. Her breasts hung down and rested on his. With Mistress Cherie’s face so close, Matt could not discover away to avoid making eye contact, so his eyes were closed. He could feel her warm breath.

“slave,” Mistress Cherie said in a gentle, almost whisper. Her voice sounded so sexy to Matt. “Just this once, as I make you mine, you are permitted to look me in the eyes. Open your eyes, slave.” Matt did that and met her gaze. Her eyes were hazel…or green…or both…Matt got lost in them, trying to sort out what color they were. As he was working his way around her iris, she brushed her hand firmly through his hair and slowly penetrated Matt. Matt could not help but make a subtle moan.

“That’s right, slave. I like to hear you moan for me. You are such a beautiful slave,” she said and her eyes perused everything she could see. She continued fucking Matt slowly and in rhythm as she gently caressed his face, neck, shoulders, and chest. She got to his right breast and gave his nipple a solid pinching. Matt grunted again. Reflexes beckoned him to pull away, but in a split second he was reminded of his chains and his helplessness. He was as hard as he’d ever been. He hated how much he was enjoying this. This was not something to brag to the guys about over a few beers. No, this will not be a skeleton in the closet, but instead will be buried deep, deep in the backyard. No, buried deep in the amazon with no markings.

“And I love your cock so much,” she grabbed a hold of his cock firmly. Just held it. But it felt good in her hand, as she continued teaching Matt how to be that obedient housewife. He was thankful that, even though she could clearly see he was aroused by this, she did not make it shameful. In fact, he felt like she was enjoying it in almost the same way; like looking in the mirror, it was the same but just flip-flopped. “I’m going to make love to my bitch all the time,” she said, “I never get tired of it. But sometimes, I just like to fuck,” and she stressed the ‘f’ sound with a flick of her bottom lip. A few droplets of spit sprayed out onto Matt’s face, which had zero significance whatsoever in light of what the two were doing.

“Will you give me that tight ass of your’s whenever I want it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Matt replied with 100% conviction. It slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. He knew not at that moment where he really meant the words, but it terrified him that he did. Matt knew he would not for Mistress Joan, but this girl; perhaps…

“That’s good, my slave,” she didn’t hesitate and continued stroking Matt’s hair, “and I will take good care of you; always guiding you and making sure your needs are met. You will be a very happy slave. Would you like that, slave?”

“Mmm-hmm,” and a nod was all he could muster. She had begun striking him. Something about this penetration of him felt different. Something felt a different sort of amazing Matt had never known before. The sensation was so powerful that it almost could make him….. and just then, Matt exploded with cum. He sprayed him so hard and fast that he shot himself in the face. A little cum got on Mistress Cherie. He was so embarrassed but was almost having spasms from the ecstasy; bizarre form of ecstasy was all he could think.

Mistress stopped, fully inserted in Matt. A smirk came on her face. “Two things, slave. One, I do not recall giving you permission to cum. You will be punished for that. Second, you must lick and swallow this cum you so rudely shot on Mistress. Mistress is also extremely wet, and her juices are dripping down her legs to her feet. After you finish consuming your own cum, you must lick Mistress dry. Do you understand me, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Matt’s dick was drained; figuratively and literally. However, unlike times with his girlfriend, he was still equally willing to carry on. His orgasm was not his end game with Mistress Cherie. It was more like an inconvenience; and not just because he has to eat his own cum for the first time. He wanted to continue pleasing Mistress Cherie…and he was insatiably curious to know what she had in mind next.