I don’t want my eyes anymore – A mistress from another world – part 20

 “I have some sort of a surprise for you Slave” she told me this evening, just as she came back from the town and found me waiting, as she requested. I noticed that she didn’t fully closed the entrance door, perhaps she didn’t pay attention or someone else was about to enter.

“Get your pants off and get on that table” she tells me smiling, while my eyes are still on the door. No movement from behind it, it’s most likely a lack of attention. After I get my bottoms down and I get on the table, she spreads my legs and ties them with a strong rope, so I can’t bring them back together. She gets a gag out, puts it in my mouth and whispers in my ear “don’t you even dare to close your eyes!”. I have no idea why she tells me this, I never dare to close my eyes when I’m being put in such a position because she does something to me that makes me want to scream and in the same time, I don’t want her to stop.

“You can come in now”. Hell no, she brought someone else after all… A strong figure enters the door, another man, well dressed and with a smug smile on his face. I don’t want to see him, but I can’t close my eyes either. I’m tortured by even the thought of another man being in the presence of my Mistress, seeing this is a burden I can barely handle.

The other man is quiet, only that smug smile screams on his face and he’s gazing at me as if I’m a pet put to his corner. Right now I don’t feel more than just that… My mistress pushes him on the bed, pulls out his belt with her teeth while her perfect back bends over towards me. I can’t believe this man is going to enjoy the perfection in all her grace and I can only watch, useless.

She pulls down his pants too, leaving him only with his shirt on. With feline moves, she starts undressing closer to me, as I can hear the fabric slipping on her skin, every zip and cord going away slowly. She wants me to see this… Only her lace panties are now tightening her perfect ass, with lines that even the most pervert and genius mind can’t imagine. She walks slowly towards him, my momentarily enemy, undulating her sexy shapes and making his manhood aim at the ceiling. I want my eyes to be shut and my ears to be clogged. But I can’t close my eyes since I follow her instruction to the last point.

Grabbing him with one hand, she starts slipping her other hand on his pecks, making him moan while the most beautiful picture was lying in front of his eyes. She puts his filthy object on her godly lips and starts bringing him pleasures that he couldn’t imagine. From my point of view, this man shouldn’t even exist, let alone enjoy my beautiful queen’s touches.

Even though this was hard for me, I can’t explain how… something else became hard… also on me. I was excited to see her naked, watching the remissive light flowing on her back and outlining her juicy round ass while she was moaning with that man’s wood in her mouth. When she climbed on him and started to move slowly, pushing her ass up and down with a full view of this filthy act towards my eyes, I began to shiver and squeeze the gag in my mouth, nearly cracking it. Watching them in this act made me remember that I’m only her worthless slave and this punishment is the best way to imprint this thought deeper in my mind.

She was caressing her skin while enjoying him deep inside her, moving slowly. She told him not to touch her, but he didn’t listen… As soon as his hand grabbed her breast, she stopped, got off him and told him to get out. The completely shocked look of his face was like a relief for me. “This was going to end now” I told myself, while a relief sound came out of my gagged mouth. My mistress looked at me, frowned her face and turned to him again. “On a second thought… wait a bit”.

She walked to me and asked me “you want this to stop slave?”. I nodded in sign of approval… and swallowed that moment of thinking she will stop entirely when she slapped me with all her power. She rushed towards him, put her foot on his chest to put him back on the bed, jumped on him and started riding him wildly, yelling and slapping him. In a few seconds, that man came loudly just as she got to get off him. She let his seeds plash fill her thighs and belly and took him out, with his pants in his hand.

Knowing that I just made her do this, I closed my eyes for a second trying to delete this whole scene from my head. I knew something worse will come next. She was standing in front of me, with the liquid still on her skin, looking at me mad. Closing her eyes and with a soft moan, she started to spread that load all over her body, in front of my eyes. She rubbed every drop all over the place, pushing it even between her lips while the moaning was still there, keeping my stare permanent. What was this lesson about? What should’ve I learn from this? I keep looking at her touching herself with the stranger’s vim and I can’t bare this. She comes closer, grab’s my junk and with strong shakes makes it harder and harder. With the other hand she still touches herself all over her body, as if she now brings pleasure to both of us. In a way she does, but mine hurts. She brings me to the edge of explosion and lets me there, unfinished and breathing heavy… With a mean look she whispers in my ear: “Close to having all, you can be left with nothing. Then, only the feeling of having lost what you loved will torment your heart and mind.”

By Savvy Femina