Mistress Natasha, Part One

At school, Clarissa was the type who just sort of blended in with the crowds. As she walked across campus or sat in a classroom, nobody paid particular attention to her. That’s not to say she wasn’t attractive, by any means, but the way she carried herself kept her from being noticed. But that was just how she liked it. College was a place for her to study, to learn and earn her degree for her future. It was, for her, not a place to gossip with other girls or to flirt with guys. However, when she finished her studying and assignments for the week, all that would change.

Clarissa always made sure to keep her weekends free, even if it meant pulling all-nighters during the week. Her weekends were spent off-campus, a life she kept separate from university life in every way. She had an apartment downtown which she only used on the weekends, rather close to one of the local BDSM clubs. On the weekends she was known as Mistress Natasha; Clarissa would not return until late Sunday evening. Mistress Natasha dressed in all black and purple, typically latex. Dresses, catsuits, low-cut tops and short skirts, her closet at her apartment was packed with the stuff. And that’s not even counting the myriad shoes and boots she had to choose from.

This particular weekend she decided to go with a dress that came down to below her knees, the tight latex “hobble dress,” as it was known, served to really show off her hourglass figure. The low-cut garment showed off an amazing pair of natural D-cup breasts, which Clarissa usually kept hidden underneath loose sweaters. Mistress Natasha practically had them served up on a platter, daring men to stare. The latex tapered down at her slender waist before flaring back out at wide hips and a round ass. Her calves were also visible below the hem of the dress, smooth and shapely and even more dramatically-curved due to the 4″ stiletto heels she wore. The dress was of a deep black, but the vibrant purple lines that detailed the dress and followed its shape made it really stand out, complementing her curves even further.

She owned private dungeon space at the nearby club, which was also where she usually met her weekend slaves, be they new guys or regulars whom she particularly enjoyed. Mistress Natasha spent some time chatting with friends first, her fellow Mistresses Julia and Margueritte in particular. After some small talk, they got to business, with Mistress Margueritte talking joyfully about how one of her slave boys just celebrated his one-year anniversary of chastity. With a giggle, she explained how she’d told her slave that this would be the day he could finally cum and how he’d been looking forward to it for months. But given that the anniversary was also her birthday, she explained to her slave when the day rolled around that what she really wanted for her birthday was to see him locked up for another year without being allowed to cum. Julia and Natasha gasped upon hearing the deviousness, but they also looked at her in rapt attention, wanting to know what happened next. Mistress Margueritte casually mentioned how her slave tearfully agreed to wait another year, willing to do whatever it took to please his Mistress.

Mistress Julia had been up to some deviousness herself, however, explaining how one of her own slaves was really into cock and ball torture. Julia also happened to be a natural ballbuster, so it was a match made in heaven. Last Sunday, however, her slave got greedy and begged for more, so she gave him just that. Tying him up nice and tight, Mistress Julia knelt in front of her slave and gave him an expert blowjob for about 30 seconds. She then began using her teeth, dragging them over the sensitive flesh of his cock while her hand reached up to squeeze and knead at his balls. The slave groaned in pleasure and pain, getting off on the torture, but soon realizing just how bad it was. While she didn’t cause him to bleed, Mistress Julia did chafe his cock raw, the pleasure of the blowjob fading away and making the ordeal painful throughout. She continued sucking and stroking his raw, red cock for a full hour, with the added bonus being that he wouldn’t even be able to masturbate for the next couple weeks without being overwhelmed with pain. Besides, he asked for it. Begged for it, even.