Deciding to take a nap to relieve some tension, especially since she had a few hours to kill before she and her boyfriend Paul went to the movies, she slowly began to strip off her clothing. As her white button-down blouse slid down her shoulders, exposing her firm, perky breasts, still encased in a white lacy demi-bra, Mallory caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and smiled. They weren’t big, but her bouncy breasts had often received compliments.

She continued undressing, pulling her black skirt down past her shapely legs and removing her panties (that matched her bra, of course), and again, admired herself in the mirror. Sure, there were areas of her body she didn’t like, but for the most part, she was comfortable with her body.

Suddenly, she was struck with an idea. A nap wasn’t going to satisfy the kind of release she needed. With a mischievous smirk, she stared at herself in the mirror. She raised her left hand to her right breast and squeezed, adding just enough pressure to send a tingle down between her legs. Sighing, she resisted the urge to send her free hand down and instead ran her fingers across her stomach. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.

Slowly, she walked over to her bed, continuing her little pleasure play. As she lay down, she used both hands to pinch her nipples, causing her legs to instinctively press together and a small fire to ignite between her pressed thighs.

Just as she reached down, beginning to tease her smoothly shaved pussy lips, her door swung open.

“Well, obviously you didn’t get my message.”

Mallory looked up and saw Paul standing in her doorway, smiling. She felt her entire body blush and she tried, a few moments too late, to crawl under the covers.

“Oh no, don’t do that,” he said as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. “I’ve already seen it all.” He locked the door with a smile. “I just called to tell you that the movie time was earlier than we thought, so I said I’d be here to get you at 6.”

“I didn’t think to check my phone,” Mallory explained, still trying to find some dignity under the covers.

Paul walked over to the bed, sat down on the edge, and began pulling the sheets away from Mallory. “I think we can find something better to do than going to the movies. Besides, you looked like you were just getting started. Why don’t you continue?” He liked what he had seen and didn’t want it to stop simply because he was watching. In fact, he was pretty horny and hadn’t had a chance to relieve any tension himself and watching his girlfriend masturbate was much better than downloading porn.

“In front of you?”

“You’re going to be my little slave girl.” He yanked the sheets completely off the bed and with his free hand, pushed her down on the bed so that she was now completely exposed.

“Paul, what are you doing?” She tried to move, but his hands held her shoulders down and he was too strong for her.

“Do not address me as Paul. Call me master.” He began stroking her breasts, slowly, but each time she tried to sit up, he simply pushed her down again. “Put your hands back where they were before.”

“On my pussy?” She was shaking, partially from nerves, partially from the excitement of having been caught by Paul.

“That’s ‘On my pussy, sir.’ And yes, on your pussy.” Paul moved his hands to her waist to hold her to the bed as she began her masturbating show. Mallory teased her pussy lips, gently allowing her fingers to tickle the edges. Paul headed back up to her breasts, fondling her nipples in between his thumbs. Her breathing increased, and suddenly, she was very aware of how wet she was. Although they had experimented, neither had ever masturbated for the other before. Paul, too was aware of Mallory’s excitement, which only made the strain against his jeans that much greater.

“Oooh, it looks like my little slave girl likes that.” Mallory nodded, and gently bucked her hips a bit as she began fingering her clit. “That’s it,” Paul encouraged her. He slowly worked his way down her torso, tickling and teasing her bare skin until he came to her legs. He then kept his hands on the outside of her hips, nearly holding her ass. “Keep going.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Mmmm, that’s a good girl. You like it when I watch you, don’t you? You liked getting caught. I think you purposely left the door unlocked so someone could catch you, didn’t you?” Mallory simply nodded in reply.

He couldn’t stand the strain any longer, so Paul pulled her up from the bed, causing her to sit upright. “I think it’s time we change position.” He pulled her arms up to his shirt buttons and said, “Undress me, slave girl.” Mallory unbuttoned the shirt and let the material slide down off his shaped arms and leaned in for a kiss. Paul jerked back. “Did I give you permission to kiss me?”

“No, sir.”

“Then you had better make it up to me.”

“Anything you want, Master.”

“That’s a good girl.” He stood up at the edge of the bed, undid the buckle to his belt, and slowly slid his pants and boxers down. Mallory’s eyes grew wide, seeing how hard and stiff was. “Do you want to kiss me?” Paul asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Then kiss me.” She leaned over the side of the bed and started to pull his torso in so she could reach his mouth, but he held her arms. “Kiss me here.” He thrust his dick out in front of her. Mallory smiled and leaned down, kissing his dick up and down, making sure to run her tongue over his head a few times.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Paul’s breathing became heavier. “Now put it all in your mouth. Suck it like a lollipop…mmm…keep going.”

Mallory continued for a while, until Paul suddenly stopped her and guided her to lie down again. “I want to see you play with yourself again. I want to see you rub your clit until you can’t stand it.” As she began fingering herself again, he sat on the edge of the bed and slowly started jerking himself off. Both were surprised at how much they enjoyed both being watched and watching the other.

“I want to see you cum,” Paul announced.

“No,” Mallory said, stopping suddenly, smiling coyly.

“No? You’re my slave and you have to do what I say.”

“No I don’t.”

“Do you want to be spanked? Because that’s what happens to little slave girls who don’t follow direc—” Paul was interrupted when Mallory sat up and pushed him against his shoulders, causing him to lie down on his back.

“You’re not in charge of me,” she said in a low voice, holding his face. She then took the finger she had just had in her pussy and planted it on his tongue, moving it back and forth across his wet mouth. “In fact,” she licked the edge of his mouth, “I think I’m the one who’s in charge of you.”

Paul sat up and pushed her back, forcefully. “Oh, no, slave girl. I’m in charge of you.” Mallory fought back, placing one leg in between his legs to give herself leverage and lay on top of him, using all of her strength to hold him down. Paul, however, saw this coming, and placed his hands on her hips, stopping her movement midair before rolling over on top of her. They continued this wrestling match for a while until Paul finally sat on her legs and held down her crossed arms over her head with one hand.

“Do you give in?”

“NO!” She wiggled around, but found herself completely bound.

Paul used his free hand to pinch her nipple roughly; Mallory bucked in half pleasure, half surprise at Paul’s impulsive assertiveness. She slowly began to lose herself, relaxing in the position he had her in. Paul, meanwhile, continued to play with her breast while rubbing himself against her leg. “You seem to like it when I play with your tits,” he said. Mallory squeaked a small “yeah” in reply.

“Are you going to be a good little slave, now?” Mallory nodded. Paul let her hands go and moved both hands to her hips. He guided her legs open and placed himself right up against her pussy. He slid himself against the outside of her lips, receiving almost inaudible moans of pleasure as sure signs that she was enjoying it as well.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” he said. “I want to hear you enjoy this.” Mallory let herself go, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding up against her clit, her hips moving to match his rhythm. His pumping got faster and faster until Mallory suddenly stopped her own movement and forcefully pushed him backwards so that he was lying on his back and she was straddling him.

“What did I tell you about disobeying the rules?” Paul asked. Mallory silently reached over to her nightstand and took out some handcuffs and before Paul could fully react, she had his hands attached to the metal frame of her bed.

“And what did I say about who was in charge?” She bent over him, keeping her lips inches away from his mouth. “You had better not dare try to escape.” She dipped her head lower, just to the edge of his face, and let her tongue trace the inner edges of his lips. Paul grew, if it were at all possible, even harder.

Mallory pulled away and went even lower, biting lightly at his nipples, and licking his chest. “Oh my God, Mal, I want you so bad,” he moaned.

“What did you call me?” All mouthwork stopped and she snapped her head up so that she was looking directly into his eyes.

“Mistress! I meant Mistress!”

“That’s a huge mistake to make, little boy.” As she said the word “little” she wrapped a hand around his penis. “I’d let that go if I knew you were going to pleasure me the way I need, but clearly with a dick this small, I don’t think you can afford any mistakes.” Paul’s face turned red in embarrassment. He knew he wasn’t huge, but he didn’t think he was that small. He turned his head away from her. “Am I too small to please you, Mistress?”

“Well, Paul, let me put it this way. Kristen’s boyfriend was an inch bigger than you and she decided the only thing he was good for was eating her out. But you claim not to like the taste of that, don’t you?” Paul nodded. “But I think it’s time that you dealt with the taste like a good boy and you won’t have to suffer the consequences.” She moved her body forwards, until she was straddling his head, and lowered herself to his face. Paul reacted immediately, flicking his tongue lightly against her pussy lips, slowly worming his way closer to her slit. Mallory, meanwhile, stroked her breasts and allowed her hips to move with the flicks of pleasure she felt.

Paul gradually started sucking, pulling her clit into his mouth and even lightly biting it. At first, Mallory gasped in surprise when he stiffened his tongue and slid it in her hole, but it wasn’t long before she was grinding against his face.

Just as the tension really started building for Mallory, she pulled away and turned around, leaning over the lower half of Paul’s body. Paul eagerly continued worming his tongue around her crotch as Mallory flicked her tongue against the head of his dick. Then, without warning, she grabbed his balls. Paul reacted by slamming his tongue harder against her pussy and tensing his entire body.

“Hmmm…we’re going to have to do something about these,” she said. “I mean, you did come in without knocking and you did try to humiliate me.”

Paul stopped and pulled away. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I just think that you need to be…punished.” With that, she squeezed his sack and released it and followed by giving it a slight pat with just enough force to make Paul flinch.

“No, please don’t do anything to my balls.”

“Why not? You made me do all kinds of things before.”

“I just made you do one thing. I was nice. I didn’t hurt you.”

Mallory turned around to face him, straddling his cock. “You don’t know what kind of emotional damage you could have done.” She was smirking. She slowly began grinding herself against his cock. “Oooh, that feels nice. How do you feel, Paul?”

“I like it.” His breathing was quickening again. He tugged at the handcuffs, wincing at the pain around his wrists. “Mistress? Please let my hands go free.”

“Why should I do that? What will you give me in return?”

“In return?”

“In exchange for letting you have so much freedom.” She leaned in close and slowly began licking his ear and neck while continuing to grind against him, making him much more eager to comply. Paul could scarcely stand the tension any longer. He needed release.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” he answered in between moans of pleasure.

“Anything?”

“Anything you want. I just need to cum.”

“Not just yet.” She stopped all grinding and teasing. Paul groaned in disappointment. “You need to make me cum first. Before you’re allowed to do anything, you need to pleasure me.”

“If that’s what you want, Mistress.”

Mallory released his hands from the cuffs and brought one to her breast and the other to her pussy. “Get me off like a good little slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Paul began moving his hands, squeezing her breast, sliding his middle finger up and down her slit before slowly entering her hole. Then, he pushed her down so that she lay next to him, changing his direction.

“Can I fuck you, Mistress?”

“Yes, fuck me!” Mallory was close to cumming. Paul quickly climbed atop of her and entered her, bucking and humping faster and faster until Mallory shook violently, finally collapsing under the intensity of her orgasm. Paul couldn’t stand it any longer and, instead of listening to Mallory’s previous instructions, started to shake with pleasure himself, pulled out, and allowed himself to cum all over Mallory’s chest. The two sat there for a moment, catching their breath from the high, until Mallory finally said, “Well, now we’re definitely going to have to do something about those balls, since you really can’t listen to directions.”

“What do you mean?”

Mallory reached over and took a knife out of her nightstand. “I think we’re going to have to…remove them.”

To be continued...