!! DARLING YOU WON"T LEAVE TILL I"VE DISMISSED YOU. YOUR HUMILATION IS VERY
IMPORTANT TO ME ,!! SHE LAUGHED MADE HER SELF COMFORTABLE , AS THE SLUT
STOOD BEFORE HER , YES INDEED SHE HAD PLANS FOR HIM , ORDERS HE MUST OBEY,
HE WAS THERE FOR HER AMUSEMENT NOT TO MENTION HER OWN PLEASURE ,
WHO WAS HE TO ANSWER BACK AND DARE NOT TO OBEY , FOR HE KNEW WHAT THE
WHAT THE OUT COME / CRY WOULD CONSIST OF , HE IF HE DARE NOT DO .
!! YES MY LADY ELIZABETH PAYNE !!
THE SLUT REPLIED .
John had presented himself unexpectedly at Mistress Payne’s place of work and she had seen fit to invite him in. She had made other plans for the afternoon and was dressed to go out but had a few minutes that she felt she could accord John before sending him packing, scurrying back to his dull life. They stood in the kitchen and Mistress Payne indicated that there was something that John could do for her. As her devoted disciple, he was eager to please…
“What?” he asked. “I’ll do anything… Anything!”
“Good…” She said. “I was quite sure that you would see it my way… I want you to masturbate for me!”
Hardly believing what he had heard, he was, for a moment, stunned. She smiled coldly at him. “Did I hear you correctly, Mistress?” he croaked, still not believing his ears or, if he were being honest, his luck.
“You heard! I want you to masturbate, to spill your seed for me while I watch… You’ll have an audience… that is not going to be a problem is it?”
“But, I’ve never, you know….”
She shook her head. “Don’t whine Slut!” she said firmly. “You’ve done it so many times over the phone, I want to see what you look like when you cum… agree to it or get out now. I haven’t got time to waste!”
She knew he would do it and after the initial surprise, John knew he wanted to. They smiled mirthlessly at each other, the air already filling with sexual tension. His cock was starting to get hard…
” I’ll do it…” he rasped.
Ah… good… Somehow I knew you would” she smiled coldly, settling on a kitchen stool. “Well… Let’s get started then…”
“Here?” He whispered, looking around at the kitchen.
“And why not?”
He shrugged and began to realise that it was an entirely different proposition from phoning “Call me Mistress” Elizabeth Payne and masturbating over the phone. Here he was under her cool, cruel gaze, and he knew her to be a capricious Dominatrix. Slowly, he took his shoes and socks off, unbuckled his trousers and let them drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them, feeling suddenly nervous. His shirt was long and covered his underwear and he was now wondering if he could actually masturbate in this clinical, cold way. Before he had any further time to reflect, Lady Payne barked: “The shirt as well, Slut…”
He unbuttoned it and let it slip from his shoulders. He stood before her in translucent plastic panties with Lady Elizabeth Payne coolly watching him, his half-erect cock bulging and clearly visible through the translucent material.
“Well, well Slut! You’re in uniform. I don’t remember giving you permission to put on your uniform, eh? What am I going to do about that?”
John almost defecated at the prospect of the kind of punishment he knew she could administer to disobedient acolytes. A cruel smile crept over her lips… “I know” she said, her smile twisting into a sneer as she watched his cock shrivel at the prospect of some inventive cruelty, “Why don’t you pour me a Tanqueray and tonic? There’s a good boy!” His relief was visible, as if the violin screeches that accompany a Hitchcock murder scene had subsided, leaving a blissful silence. Mistress Elizabeth was toying with him.
She was enjoying this and he knew now that she was in total control so he did as he was bade and presented her with a stiff gin and tonic. It wasn’t the only thing that was stiff either, for he had recovered some of his poise and his cock was now fully erect, barely contained by his plastic panties. Lady Elizabeth Payne sipped her drink and looked at his hard cock, now close to her face. “I think that you should do it there!” She said, pointing at the kitchen floor in front of her and he walked to the spot.
“Kneel!” she said and he slowly got down on his knees.
“Do you need lubricant?”She asked coldly, saying the word as if it ended ‘cunt’. He shook his head: “My panties are already lubricated, Mistress.”
“And you’re erect already, too… Still, you do like to look at something while you masturbate don’t you? I know that I do myself…”
He nodded slightly. “You can look at my legs… Would you like to look at my legs while you masturbate?”
His throat was dry and he nodded again while she smiled at him. “Ask me…” she said softly.
“Can I look at your legs?”he croaked.
“And?” she prompted.
“Can I look at your legs while I masturbate?” he asked softly, blushing madly and thoroughly humiliated.
“Is that how you would ask the other women in your life? So discourteous!” Lady Elizabeth Payne taunted.
“Please can I look at your legs and masturbate?”
Slowly, she raised the hem of her grey skirt to her thighs and he stared at those lovely long stocking-clad legs.
“Go on!” She whispered and he slid his hand around his cock and slowly started pumping, rubbing the plastic over his swollen, peeled cock, his eyes fixed on her legs. He was getting close to cumming in a hurry and watched as she uncrossed her legs and crossed them again…
Humiliation at the mental image of this scene swept over him. Here he was naked but for a pair of plastic panties, on his knees in this woman’s kitchen, masturbating himself while she showed him her wonderful legs. It was humiliating beyond compare but the humiliation added to the excitement.
John let go of his erection and rested, breathing heavily from the sexual tension that masturbating created. His erect penis throbbed in his panties, pulsing with the excitement of being manipulated to near-orgasm. John resumed his work, langorously manipulating the entire shaft. He gripped his slippery cock and jerked on it, hearing the lube slurp loudly inside the plastic pants. He could feel the orgasm begin to build in his lower stomach and it churned through his groin, began to build, it seemed, in his balls, then he felt the hot cum surging along his twitching shaft and shoot through the hole in his empurpled knob-end. The warm cum copiously spattered the inside of the plastics. His whole body shuddered as the orgasm washed over him, tightening his muscles in his legs and stomach. His breathing was heavy as the orgasm began to slowly subside; his body relaxing as the shuddering sensation ebbed.
He opened his eyes and looked at Lady Elizabeth Payne in silence. John now lightly fingered his cock, running the thumb, fore and middle fingers along the slippery, spunk-covered shaft. Then to his surprise, Lady Elizabeth Payne exposed herself to him, hitching her skirt up to her waist… He gasped as he saw that she was wearing black fully fashioned seamed stockings and a black lace suspender belt but no panties and started to feel his erection twitch once more as she ran the tip of her index finger around her throbbing clitoris, making it clear to him that she was now going to fully satisfy her own excitement as he watched closely… She reached over to a kitchen utensil drawer and pulled out a rabbit, as if from a hat…John’s jaw went slack and drool dribbled down his chin as she began her own solo performance. She forbade the Slut to touch his newly magnificent, erect cock…