The big bad wolf gets punished – A mistress from another world – part 1

I always wanted to see my mistress in a red outfit, one that would be ripped from the stories and fitted on her body just to make me come up with other stories. As I was entitled to one wish per week, I laid this one on the table, waiting for the results. I’m still waiting…

Today she called me and told me to get there in half the time it takes me usually, which is not a challenge but an order. I wish I had a method of teleporting myself to her doorsteps, I don’t like keeping her waiting as she doesn’t like me being there a few seconds after the time is up. Well, what can I do? I took a cab and bribed the driver to do whatever he thinks will work in this situation. As it seems, there are many “secret paths” if you reach deeper into your pockets…

I knock on her doo looking at the watch, it took me just the right amount of time to get there. She opens the door and my eyes almost crawl out of their orbits. She had a red cloak with a hood on her head, red boots and a look in her eyes as if she didn’t know that I’m coming.

“Why is your tongue so long?” she asked? – “It’s because I rushed over here from the driveway…” and the door slammed in my face. I knock on the door again. She opens and asks me “why are your eyes so big?” – “I told you, I rushed f…” door slammed. Why the hell is she doing this? Is it because I’m here too late? It can’t be, because… oh, the door opens again…

 “Why are your hands so big?” – “So I can grab you better my Mistress…”

She lets me in, walking backwards with her feline body, undulating in the dark and injecting dirty thoughts in my mind. So this is how she wants to play… I try to rush and grab her, but she’s quicker and dodges my move, going in the bedroom. I think I get this, she’s the Red Riding Hood and I’m the Big Bad Wolf. There’s a song playing in my head right now and a hot tormenting image in which I catch her, slamming her on the bed and wonder my starving mouth all over her soft skin, as I am devouring her. Is this the case? Let me find out…

As I rush in her bedroom, trying to catch her, the darkness overrides my vision and I fall down, slipping on something on the floor. It’s kind of like a trap there.  I look up, don’t see too much at first, I still have to get used to the dark. She likes this kind of low-light environment, many times we found ourselves wondering in the dark (as in she was wondering in the dark and I had to struggle to see her). The cloak has fallen and she’s dressed in a red latex outfit, a short skirt tightens perfectly on her hips and ass, melting on her skin and showing nothing but perfection. The top is small and also tight, pushing her amazing breasts up and barely covering them. I shake my head trying to get rid of the dizziness that just overtook me and I want to get up… but I can’t. She holds me down with her foot on my back, pressing almost her entirely weight on me.

“Have you come to feed on me?”

I could’ve given at least 4 answers to this question, but she leaned over and grabbed my mouth with her hands, putting a leash on me. It looks like she has given a lot of thought to this…

Clearly my conversation with her was going to be absent and al her questions were rhetorical… otherwise she would let me say something. Now she’s on her knees, still on my back, pressing harder, holding my head up from my neck and with her lips touching my ears she whispers “I’m going to make you know how it feels to feast on someone”. Just the touch of that soft mouth and her breath on my ear made my whole body tremble in a big spasm. Now I really don’t care what’s next, as long as she stays so close to me. Moving a little backwards, she puts her heavenly lips on my shoulder as she would kiss them… but instead she bites me. Another spasm rushed through my body, so powerful that I almost thrown her away from me.

She continues to bite me slowly, going down my back. She presses her lips slowly on my skin for a few seconds, making me think she’s going to kiss me but her teeth tell me otherwise. This treatment brings all kind of new sensations in my body, it makes me cold and hot, shivering, jumping and all in the same time. I don’t think I’ll ever shower, knowing she touched me so intimate…

The beautiful biting stops, just before she reaches the lowest area on my back. Now she puts her nails on my skin and walks them from my neck to my butt cheeks. Another round of rushing sensations, as powerful as before. I want to beg for more but my mouth is tied. I want to be in this posture until there’s nothing left of me… Her image is all I can see in my head, that tight gorgeous body wrapped in those tiny clothes which make nothing more than compliment her shapes rather than hide anything. Putting that image together with what she’s doing to me, I now have a brand new knowledge of what pleasure can be like when it’s not constrained by poor imagination.

For a few seconds I just have her sitting on my back with the tip of her fingers pressed on my skin, doing nothing. Something else is about to take place and I don’t know what… This makes me anxious, it makes my heart beat slower in rhythm but harder in sound. I try to push myself using my forehead on the floor and she gets off me. Oh no, what have I done? Her leg goes under me, she rolls me over, goes on top of me with her legs open and sais: “round 2!”