Serving Mistress J

Serving Mistress J: An Erotic Tale of Bondage and Submission

It had been a long time since I had felt so excited, so aroused. Mistress J had been teasing and taunting me for weeks, sending me suggestive text messages and pictures of her body, hinting at what she wanted me to do for her. She had promised me pleasure, but only if I was willing to serve her.

And so, on that fateful night, I found myself in her presence. I was dressed in the exquisite lingerie she had provided for me, my body trembling with anticipation. Mistress J was a vision of beauty, dressed in a tight corset and thigh-high stockings that accentuated her curves. Her ebony hair was carefully coiffed, and her smoky eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire.

She watched me for a moment, assessing me, before speaking. “Do you know why you’re here?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Good,” she said. “Tonight, you will serve me. You will do as I command and you will not question me. Is that understood?”

Again, I nodded.

“Excellent. Now, let’s begin.”

She stood up and walked to the center of the room, where she had placed several bondage items. She motioned for me to join her and, when I did, she began to bind my wrists. She moved slowly, taking her time, making sure the rope was tight, but not too tight. I could feel my arousal growing as I felt her hands on me, as she worked quickly and efficiently, binding me securely in place.

When she was done, she stepped back and looked me over, her eyes lingering on my body. “You’ve done well,” she said, nodding her approval. “Now, it’s time for the next part of our game.”

I shivered as I waited for her next command.

“I want you to kneel before me,” she said, her voice commanding.

I complied, sinking to my knees and bowing my head. She stood in front of me, her body tall and imposing. She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair, her touch sending a thrill of pleasure through me.

“I want you to kiss my feet,” she said.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to her toes, feeling the softness of her skin. She moaned softly as I kissed her, her hands still tangled in my hair. I moved slowly, tracing a path up her legs with my tongue, exploring her body.

When I reached her inner thighs, she gasped and pushed me away. “That’s enough,” she said, her voice ragged with desire.

I waited patiently as she composed herself, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Now,” she said, her voice a bit steadier. “It’s time for you to pleasure me.”

She lay down on the bed, pulling me up beside her. I felt her body pressing against mine, her heat radiating through me. She reached up and began to caress my face, her fingers gentle and exploring.

She leaned in and kissed me deeply, her lips soft and inviting. I could feel all of my inhibitions melting away as I kissed her back, our tongues dancing together. She moved lower, trailing kisses down my neck and chest, her hands exploring my body.

When she reached my breasts, she paused, her fingers running circles around my nipples. I gasped as pleasure coursed through me, my body aching for more. She smiled and continued her exploration, her mouth and hands working together to drive me wild with desire.

My body was on fire, and I could feel myself growing more and more aroused with every touch. Finally, when I thought I could take no more, she moved lower, her mouth finding its way between my legs. I gasped as her tongue explored my sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure through me.

My body was no longer my own, and I felt myself giving in to the sensations she was creating. I writhed and moaned as her tongue worked its magic, her mouth and hands coaxing me to the edge of bliss.

Finally, when I could take no more, I felt myself crashing over the edge, my body shaking with pleasure. I lay there, spent, my body and mind blissfully exhausted.

Mistress J smiled and kissed me lightly on the forehead. “You have done well,” she said. “Now, get dressed.”

I did as she commanded, my body still humming with pleasure. I could feel her eyes on me as I dressed, and I knew she was pleased.

When I was done, she grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Until next time,” she said.

And with that, I left her presence, my head spinning with thoughts of our next encounter. I had no doubt that it would be even more intense and pleasurable than the last.