Chapter 7
The handsome man allowed the tip of his tongue to flick within a fraction of an inch of the woman's little man in the boat without making direct contact with it.
He knew that he could make the woman come very quickly if he placed his tongue-his constantly moving tongue-on her little man in the boat and left it there.
The handsome man could tell that the woman's feminine sexual arousal was already very very close to the saturation point.
The beautiful woman could feel various muscles throughout her body tensing up on her involuntarily-and she could tell that this was a difficulty that was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better.
The handsome man forgot to swallow. He drooled.
He flicked the tip of his tongue up and down the entire length of her pussy slash in between her inner and outer cunt lips, once again allowing his tongue to come dangerously close to her love button without actually touching it.
The handsome man could tell that the woman was ready to explode inside. He also knew that the quantity of pleasure the woman would experience with her orgasm was in direct relationship to the amount of time the man made her wait for that ultimate bliss. He knew that the longer he took to get her horniness to the point of no return, the better it was going to feel for the black-haired bitch when all of that prurient tension was released simultaneously in the form of a fantastic clitoral orgasm.
The handsome man flicked the tip of his tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the outermost edges of the professional dominatrix bitch's protruding and slightly curled back inner labia.
Then the handsome man worked the tip of his tongue in between Mistress Marjorie's inner cunt lips and she shivered violently.
"Uggggggggggggggggggggggg, so good," she said.
The handsome man could tell that he lower half of his face was going to be all wet and shiny with cunt juice by the time he was through eating out the dominatrix's cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, so fucking hot," she said.
The man had the tip of his tongue on the woman's piss hole. He was touching her less than an inch away from and directly below the fiery bulb that was the focal point of her feminine cravings. She yearned for him to lick upward. The woman was so hot that she felt as if she were going to explode into orgasm the very instant the man made direct contact with her love button.
"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss," she hissed, sounding like a snake with a forked tongue.
The man licked downward instead of up. He worked the tip of his tongue busily from side to side to push the beautiful woman's cunt lips further apart than they were already.
The handsome businessman worked the tip of his tongue up under the woman's pubic bone.
The handsome and passionate subservient poised the tip of his tongue at the mouth of the ebony-tressed fox's fuck hole-her eager and needy fuck hole.
The muscular and ravaged submissive stiffened his tongue once again and plunged the tip of his pink taster right up into her juicy and smelly pussy. She made a frenzied and frantic gurgling noise down in her throat. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper into her quim. He had his handsome head tilted to one side as he did this, and this odd positioning of his head confused the bitch for a moment or two. Then it occurred to her. The beautiful black-haired bombshell realized that the man wanted to avoid touching her clitoris with the tip of his nose. The handsome and passionate subservient was smart enough to know that almost any direct contact with her clit was apt to trigger her orgasm-prematurely as far as he was concerned. He knew that she was covering at the edge of her ultimate pleasure.
He wanted to see how long he could keep her there.
He wanted to keep her teetering at the edge of the sexual cliff.
He wanted her to yearn for as long as he could to plummet into the bottomless abyss of her womanly ecstasy.
The man went on a vain search for the mouth of the woman's womb with the tip of his tongue.
It didn't take the bombshell very long at all to figure out that the man's pink and stiffened tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to appease her frantic deep-vaginal urges. She knew that the appeasement of her inner pussy was something that only her sex slave's big cock could accomplish adequately for her.
The muscular and ravaged submissive wiggled the tip of his tongue around inside the woman's pussy pressing with the tip against various internal tissues with various pressures. Then he began to work his tongue in and out of her cunt. He could feel her inner cunt lips gripping and tugging at his tongue. He could feel his tongue being tugged by its roots. The roots of his tongue were down at the bottom of his mouth-not very far at all from his hyperactive salivary gland.
He could tell that it was not a good idea to tease her for much longer. Her breathing was becoming erratic with her lust.
He decided that he had teased her for long enough. The truth of the matter was that the young businessman feared the beautiful dominatrix bitch would hurt herself-pull a muscle or something-if he teased her any longer.
She was making those gurgling sounds deep down inside her gullet once again, and the sounds were more frantic and urgent than ever.
The beautiful woman's face was very red.
The bombshell's tits were heaving up and down on her chest gloriously as she desperately sucked air deep as she could into her lungs again and again. She was slick with sweat.
Her sweat was hot.
It was the steamy perspiration of her sexual exertion.
"I'm soooooooooooooooooooo close," the woman said.
He knew.
He pulled his tongue all the way out of her pussy.
The handsome man placed the tip of his right forefinger at the very top of her pussy.
He used the tip of that finger to touch her clitoral foreskin as gingerly as he could.
He peeled the clitoral foreskin upward, tugging the fleshy sheath in between her twin pubic curls at the base of her sloped mound.
He rendered her little man in the boat unadulteratedly naked and vulnerable to his oral caress.
He then puckered his lips. He looked like he was about to whistle a merry tune or something.
The handsome subservient then blew cool air onto the woman's hot hot love button. She loved it. She shivered violently-moaned loudly.
The beautiful dominatrix could tell that something simply spectacular was about to happen inside her femininely sloped loins. She could not wait.
The handsome man then flicked outward with his tongue as lightly and quickly as he could.
The handsome and passionate subservient looked as if he were doing a perfect impression of a bullfrog capturing a horsefly in mid-air as he flicked out with the tip of his pink and eager tongue in that manner.
He touched the center of the woman's sexual pleasure as lightly and quickly as he possibly could.
He licked that fiery bulb so lightly that the caress could have been made by an eyelash-or perhaps by a butterfly's wing. He sought-and he found- the most subtle possible clitoral caress. He knew that he didn't have to touch the woman's little man in the boat very hard.
After all, it WAS the most sensitive part of her entire body. In spite of the fact that he touched the engorged clit as if he were touching it with a downy feather, the woman could feel a disproportionately intense rush of spawned pleasure ripping through her comely body.
The woman could feel the pleasure shooting through all of her nerve-endings.
She could tell that the man was not going to have to lick in that manner for too long before the massive explosions of pleasure would start inside her cunt and her loins.
She knew that the fireworks were soon going to go off inside her head. She knew that the Earth was going to move. She knew that she was going to feel as if she were in an earthquake, only the earthquake was going to be going on inside her flesh. She knew that she was about to experience a fleshquake.
The man darted outward with the tip of his tongue once again.
He touched her clit a second time, but this caress was no firmer or longer than the first. But her reaction was greater. Her whole body jerked when he made direct contact with the magic spot. She could feel a rush of pleasure sweeping through her that was even more intense than the first one. All of the woman's muscles were tensed up on her involuntarily. She whimpered.
The beautiful black-haired bombshell whined with pleasure. She chewed her lower lip, making that lip look even redder than before.
The handsome and passionate subservient could feel the super-sexy smell of the woman's cunt being drawn automatically into his sinuses-deep into his sinuses. He felt a little dizzy because of the aroma of her oozing cooze.
The buxom professional dominatrix could feel tiny pre-orgasmic spasms in her inner cunt lips. Her inner labia were opening and closing rhythmically-as if they wanted to suck the man's entire fist right up in between them.
The muscular and ravaged submissive dabbed the tip of his tongue at the woman's clit.
He always pulled his tongue away from the magic spot before her orgasmic convulsions had an opportunity to begin.
"MAKE ME COME-MAKE ME COME- GODDAMMIT. MAKE ME COME."
The sex slave decided that it might be a good idea to do what his dominatrix was telling him.
He could tell that her ire and her passion were once again becoming confused
The handsome young man then placed the tip of his tongue on her clit once again and this time he kept it there.
He kept the tip of his tongue perfectly still at first, and he simply alternated the pressure
The handsome and passionate subservient alternated the pressure from gingerly to firm and then back to gingerly once again.
The beautiful black-haired bombshell could feel time coming to stop. She stopped breathing. Her heart felt as if it had stopped beating.
The muscular and ravaged submissive then began to roll the beautiful woman's little man in the boat in a slow and sensuous circle with the tip of his tongue. He rolled that clit around just as if he were rolling a ball-bearing around in a sea of boiling gelatin. He started out licking very gently-and very lightly-but he steadily increased the pressure and the tempo of his tongue's movements as he went along.
Seconds later:
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG," the woman screamed.
The handsome man could feel a squirt of liquid coming from the woman's piss hole. The fluid struck him on the lower lip.
There might have been a time when the businessman would have thought that the beautiful woman had lost control of her bladder.
Yes, there might have been a time when Thomas Froelich would have thought the raven-haired beauty was pissing on his lower lip. But no longer. He knew better at this point in his life. He knew that the fluid was not piss. As a matter of fact, the handsome man knew that the fluid did not have anything whatsoever to do with the woman's bladder.
The fluid managed to work its way into his mouth and then onto his tongue, onto his tastebuds, his tingling tastebuds-and he realized that that fluid was sweet. It sure as hell was not piss-but rather the woman's feminine ejaculation-proof positive of her orgasm's authenticity. He loved the flavor of that squirting juice. By this time the man was rolling the woman's clit in a very swift little circle.
The handsome and passionate subservient used the tip of his tongue to move the woman's little man in the boat in a series of figure eights.
The muscular and ravaged submissive then began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across the woman's love button. Her mouth fell gaping open.
The beautiful black-haired bombshell flopped her tongue in and out of her mouth berserkly.
Indeed, the woman looked as if she were about to have some sort of epileptic seizure.
The handsome man would not have been at all surprised if foam had come pouring from the woman's gaping oral cavity at that moment-or out of her poontang, for that matter. Her loins were snapping back and forth rather violently-and the handsome man realized that he had to become increasingly agile with his massive head and shoulders if he wanted to keep from getting his nose broken by the woman's bucking and practically bald pubic mound.
Soon the young man was flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across the woman's clit as hard and fat as he possibly could.
His tongue tip was literally DRIVING pleasure into her pussy. He slapped at her clit with his bold and curious taster. He was determined to keep licking until the woman's come was completely over. The woman thought that her orgasm was going to go on forever-which gives one a concrete impression of just how severely Mistress Marjorie's sense of time had been elongated.
Just when the woman thought the intensity of her orgasmic convulsions were bound to diminish, the man did something that she did not expect.
The handsome and passionate subservient did something that the dominatrix bitch would not have anticipated in a million years.
The muscular and ravaged submissive wrapped his lips around the woman's clit along with its surrounding tissues. He began to suck.
The handsome man kept the tip of his tongue busy at all times so that he was licking and sucking at the center of her womanly pleasure at the same time, tugging that fiery bulb by its very root
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, hot, hot, hot," she screamed.
She was pressing her cunt against his face as hard as she could just as if she wanted to suffocate her sex slave with her swollen and juicy pussy meat.
The man accomplished his goal. He did continue to suck at the woman's clit until her come was through.
The man had no trouble determining when her come ended as it so happened. She made it obvious.
Not only did the dominatrix bitch stop screaming and making a fuss because of her ultimate pleasure at the end of her come, but all of her muscles completely relaxed at the same time as well.
The beautiful black-haired bombshell was pleased to discover that when her come was over she could once again completely fill her lungs with air.
This was quite a relief. The beautiful woman had been totally unable to breathe while her come was in progress-and she had not been able to breathe very efficiently when her sexual tension had been approaching the saturation point. Because of this, the black-haired bombshell's bloodstream found its supply of fresh oxygen badly depleted- so, naturally enough, the gorgeous hunk of evil woman busily went about the task of replenishing the supply. She continued to pant, but now her panting breaths were getting steadily longer and further apart instead of closer and shorter as they had been when her near-insatiable passion remained to be appeased.
The woman could feel her climactic ecstasy becoming replaced by the absolute warmth and contentment of her post-orgasmic afterglow.
The woman could feel the hot perspiration that that laid a shine across her comely body beginning to cool. In spite of the fact that the torture chamber was kept constantly at precisely seventy-two degrees, the woman felt a tad on the chilly side as her hot sweat cooled on her gooseflesh.
She sighed.
She moaned.
The handsome man removed his lips and the tip of his tongue from the woman's little man in the boat the very instant that her come was through-because the handsome businessman was smart enough and experienced enough to know that her love button was too sensitive to even be touched during those precious first few moments following her spectacular clitoral release.
She whimpered.
She shivered.
The muscular and ravaged submissive looked up at the woman, still kneeling before her subserviently. He looked up at her fantastically gorgeous kisser and she could see that he had an expression of unadulterated adoration on his face. She was not done with him yet.
Not by a long shot.
"Don't get up," she said.
"No?" the slave asked, tilting his head to one side.
"Uh uh," the woman said, shaking her head from side to side.
"You want me to stay on my knees?" he asked.
"That's right, slave. There is more," she said.
"You want me to lick your pussy some more?"
"Not exactly, slave. You see my bladder is full."
The slave was not sure he knew why she brought this up-but he had to admit to himself that he did not like the sound of it.
"Yes, my bladder is so full that it feels as if it is going to burst," the woman said, nibbling a little at her lower lip. The beautiful black-haired bombshell grabbed each of her erect, hypersensitive and super-erogenous nipples in between her thumbs and forefingers-arching her digits at their knuckles so that her long red fingernails would not get in the way-so she could pinch and tweak her feminine erections to her own physical delight.
"Why are you telling me this, Mistress?" he asked.
"I want to know if you are worthy of being my toilet."
"Your t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-toilet?" the slave stammered.
"You got it. You heard me," she replied sternly.
"Oh no, I don't want to, Mistress Marjorie.
"I don't think what you want makes any difference, sucker," the woman said sadistically.
"B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-ut-but-I, oh God-" he said.
"I want to know if a mother-fucker is worthy of being my toilet."
"I don't think so," the man said with tears in his eyes.
"Well, we are going to find out, aren't we?"
"I g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-guess so," he stammered.
"I am going to piss in your stinking mouth."
"Yes, Mistress Marjorie," the man replied.
"I am going to fill your belly with my pee."
"Yes, Mistress Marjorie," the slave exclaimed.
"I don't care if you puke your guts out afterward."
"You won't rip my tongue out if I vomit?" he asked.
"Not this time. I EXPECT you to puke this time."
"I see," the handsome businessman whispered.
"Now, let's get too it. No dilly-dallying."
"Okay," the man said. His lips were quivering.
The handsome and passionate subservient looked as if he were about to break into sobs.
The beautiful black-haired bombshell was telling the truth when she said that her bladder was full. She could tell that she was going to have no trouble opening up the floodgates to let her pee flow when the time came.
The buxom professional dominatrix tried to pretend that he was going to enjoy the flavor. He told himself that he was going to enjoy drinking the woman's piss just as if he were quaffing deeply at a bottle of vintage wine, imported from a chic vineyard in France.
He pushed his head in between her parted thighs.
The submissive's hands were down at his sides. He tilted his head back and turned his face upward toward her cunt. The woman reached down between her own legs with both of her hands at the same time and began to scratch lightly up and down the insides of her thighs with the tips of her long red fingernails. She sighed. Then she placed the tips of her fingers along the outermost edges of her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips. She peeled those lips back so that her piss would have a clear pathway to the sex slave's face.
"Open your mouth."
He did.
"Wider."
He did.
"Still wider."
He tried, but his mouth was already open as far as it could possibly go. His mouth was opened so far that the skin at the corners of his mouth was stretched taut. His mouth opened so far that his jaw ached and his jaw was threatening to lock in the open position.
He tried not to think about the ache in his jaw. He tried to thrust his personal discomfort into the back of his head-as far from his stream-of-consciousness as he could get it-so he would be able to concentrate his attention exclusively on what he was doing.
Then the woman began to piss. The handsome young submissive businessman closed his eyes at the last second. A little voice in the back of his head-his masculine intuition perhaps-told him that the piss would burn his eyes horribly if any of that vile fluid got in them. It was a good thing that the man shut his eyes too, because the dominatrix bitch did something extraordinarily cruel at that moment.
She missed his mouth with her steady stream of steamy yellow piss on purpose at first.
She tinkled all over his handsome face-just to further enhance the sex slave's already acute humiliation and degradation.
She splashed piss all over his face for a moment or two and then she redirected her aim so that the piss went right into his mouth.
The man realized that he only had two choices at this point. He could drink or he could drown.
And that was a lot like having no choice at all, Thomas Froelich thought to himself silently.
He drank.
The stuff tasted awful. The piss burned his tongue. The piss burned the mucous membranes at the insides of his cheeks. The pee burned his throat as it rolled all the way down his gullet to his aching tummy.
The handsome man gagged a little-but finally managed to take the piss down his throat without swallowing at all. This reminded him of his college days when he was a frat brother who frequently chugalugged frosty steins of ice cold beer.
He could tell that he was going to puke his guts up the second he was allowed too. He could tell that that evil piss did not want to stay inside his tummy for very long at all. The woman pissed until her bladder was empty. Still, she was not through with him.
"Now that you have proven yourself worthy of being my toilet, I am going to make you prove that you are worthy of being my toilet paper. Use your tongue to lick the last few droplets of piss out of my pussy," Mistress Marjorie exclaimed loudly.
The sex slave did as he was told immediately- without offering a word of protest.
"Good slave," she said.
Then she saw how pale he was. She could see the beads of cold sweat popping out in a straight line across the handsome man's deeply creased forehead. She could see that he was turning a little green-and it sure as hell was not with envy.
She ran and grabbed a wastepaper basket from the corner of her torture chamber. She placed the basket on the floor in front of the man and he knew what to do.
The handsome and passionate subservient buried his face in the wastepaper basket and heaved.
The muscular and ravaged submissive emptied the vile contents of his belly, and then continued heaving. Streams of tears rolled down his face, over his cheekbones and his cheeks.
The beautiful black-haired bombshell laughed at him. She laughed until there were tears in her dark brown eyes as well.
The buxom professional dominatrix then told him that it was time for him to get back up on the torture table.
The poor slave trembled at those words.
"Mistress... please..." he began, but she silenced him with a quick wave of her hand.
"I did not invite commentary, you worthless worm!" she cried, her voice shrilly cutting to the center of his guts.
"I... I'm truly sorry, Mistress," he said, head bowed, voice humbled.
"Yes, you are, aren't you? Pathetically sorry. A miserably sorry excuse for a human being. I am disgusted by the very sight of you."
The acid taste of her piss lingered in his mouth. Fear gripped his guts.
And yet, her presence, so awesome, so capable of producing terror in him, at the same time drove him to the very limits of his endurance in a far different way.
Truly she was the most desirable of women.
No one he'd ever encountered in his life came close to matching his mistress in sheer erotic force.
It was an energy he could literally feel dancing in the air around him. Tingling at the surface of his skin. Literally making his hair stand on from the static charge.
She smiled-a smile devoid of warmth, mirth, or any other human emotion.
Her function was not to be human to him. Indeed, it was to be inhuman to him. To make him less than a man, to make him crawl, to grovel like a worm... and for this his cock throbbed with an ache that made it seem about to explode from the latent force gathering within.
He wanted her.
For each act of humiliation he was forced to undergo, he wanted her more. And more!
Thomas's body ached with pain unlike any he'd ever before known.
Why then, did he feel so utterly alive?
What was this near-mystic force she seemed to control within him, this energy that welled up from the deepest depths of his mind, body and soul like a black cloud from a cracked crypt?
Why did he want more?
Even if his brain had been able to function, he would have found no answers. These were logical questions attempting to come to grips with an illogical situation. Our desires are at opposite poles from our minds and the analytical processes they so enjoy.
Suddenly he stumbled.
The table towards which she was leading him loomed ahead, but his legs simply refused to function for him.
He fell to his knees, his hand pulling from her grip as he went down.
"Worm!" she barked as he hit the floor, and almost too fast for the eye to see, her arm raised into the air with the deadly riding-crop and then, after hovering a moment, it descended.
With a hard, sickening crack.
"OH!" he cried, feeling the full force of her blow. But for all this, his voice was surprisingly calm sounding.
She swung again.
Once more the sickening crack of hard leather against savaged flesh filled the room.
His body, already aflame with the pain, scarcely noted the increase in torment.
She struck him a third time.
"Up," she said. "Rise. Rise!"
He slowly pulled himself to his knees, but when he attempted to rise further, he knew that it was hopeless.
"Mercy... please... please, Mistress. I will do my best... but..."
"Did you really think I was interested in your pathetic excuses?"
"I cannot... I cannot..."
"You will. NOW!"
She raised the whip once more and Thomas fell to the floor in a fetal position, pulled his head as far into his lap as he could manage and waited for the blows to fall once more.
This time, however, they did not come.
Instead her foot pressed against his side, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure as she leaned her weight into his inert body.
She pushed harder and it finally dawned on him that what she wanted was to roll him over onto his back.
He complied.
She loomed above, symbol of all he desired, all he feared.
The paradox drove him mad with both lust and fear.
He lost the distinction.
One was the other, and both produced the same reaction in him.
Fear was lust... pain was pleasure.
He was fast approaching that point all research psychologists aim for, the break down between opposites, where the interface between one order and another vanishes, and all possibilities rise to the surface.
He was passing through an interface at this very moment as he looked up into her cruel eyes.
"Slave..."
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Despite your worthlessness, I feel you have been punished enough for the moment. I believe I have a reward for you."
"A reward?"
"Yes."
He waited.
She ran her fingers over her crotch, playing lewdly with her pubic mound.
"My cunt," she said finally.
"We are going to fuck?"
"No... you are going to fuck my pussy. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do, Mistress."
"Good."
His cock head was huge. Throbbing. Bulbous. Purple, and drooling at the mouth like a demented idiot.