College Bound

Chapter One-3

“That’s the way I want it, Mistress.”

“Good. So why don’t you lay here and imagine how excited you’ll be every day in my undies while I go in and get ready for tonight’s fun.”

As I waited, I really wondered if it is the silky fabric and the fancy lace of the panties that excites me or is it more. Maybe it’s just the fact that she is making me wear them.

She went into the bathroom and soon returned. She rubbed my c**k once more until I was dripping pre-c*m and ready to blow. Suddenly she straddled my head and lowered her p***y to my lips.

“Make me happy, slave,” she whispered.

My tongue attacked her sweet box with unbridled passion. I licked and probed those lovely lips. I kissed and sucked, diving deep into her honey hole over and over again. I worked the length of her dripping slit and sometimes even lingered around her tight, little rose bud. Every so often I’d work my way up and latch on to her hard, little love nub. She’d moan, as I rubbed her hungry lips across my face. Finally after several long sensuous minutes, I sucked her c**t between my lips and did my magic. I felt her getting close, so I eased away and sucked the juices that she provided.

“Bring me, slave. Make me cum.”

Again my lips grabbed hold while my tongue whipped her passion button until her screams of lust echoed off the bedroom walls.

“Oh God!!! Don’t stop. Harder, slave. M – o – r – e!!!”

Her thighs clenched my head and held me deep in her loins. I beat her c**t with my tongue and sucked it in even deeper. Over and over she rode my face, cutting off all needed air. I thrashed to catch a breath as another orgasm roared through her. Just as I was about to black out, she leaned over and allowed me to breathe.

Through it all, my c**k raged with desire. I needed her to bring me. My balls needed their relief as the juices built up inside them. I wanted to f**k her so badly.

Finally she turned around in a 69 position, facing my c**k and licked up the length of it with her tongue. It was wet with pre-c*m and desire. Slowly she moved her p***y around just a little so my tongue could reach her once more.

As I licked the remains of the girl-c*m from her lips, she bit on the tender sides of my c**k. Her teeth nipped almost painfully, working its way up to its mushroom-shaped head. Again and again she bit me, nibbling around my c**k head, testing me as the pain increased. For some strange reason I liked it and wanted more.

“Harder… harder please, Mistress,” I mumbled.

As my lips clamped tightly on her swollen c**t, she bit down harder. Her teeth tightened on the underside of my c**k, just below its head. I moaned as the pain radiated through me, while I continued with my tongue to bring her once more. For several more minutes the game played on. She bit down, ever increasing the pain, but it just spurred me on even harder. By the time she came, her teeth were imbedded into the very end of my c**k. She bit and shook her head back and forth as her p***y erupted with violent waves of lust.

“Please, Mistress, make me c*m. I’m so close. More… please,” I begged.

She rolled off me, gasping for air as she came down from her lustful high. After a few minutes I felt her hands on my c**k. She rubbed some cool liquid on my d**k and then rolled a rubber down over its long length. She waited a couple of minutes and then climbed on and rode me hard. She jammed her p***y down the length of my pecker, driving it deep inside her. Up and down she went, but I didn’t blow. She was moaning and enjoying the moment, but I was feeling nothing in return.

“Please, Mistress. Let me c*m. I need it so badly.”

She screamed through another powerful orgasm. Finally she climbed off and had me lick her hot juices from her lips.

“That was so good, wasn’t it slave?”

“Please let me c*m. Please, Mistress. Make me blow.”

She just laughed as she went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up. I had satisfied her carnal needs but was denied mine.

She was dressed when she came back to my bedroom. She leaned over and removed the condom and my blindfold.

“I need to blow so badly, Mistress. Please let me cum.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” she told me. “Get some sleep, and we’ll discuss it in the morning.”

She put the pair of black bikini panties that she wore all day over my head. The double fabric crotch was wet and held the magnificent aroma of her lust. Finally she turned out the lights, leaving me there for the rest of the night.

The sun woke me early in the morning, but it was after nine before Julie came in. She stood there looking at me dressed in a short robe with a strange grin on her face.

“You have no idea how good you were last night. I’ve never experienced anything like it. There’s no way you’ll be with another woman for the rest of your life. Like it or not, you’re mine.”

She reached down and stroked my hard, morning wood.

“Please, Julie. I need to c*m. My balls are so full.”

“You have to earn that privilege. So you might as well just get it out of your mind.

“Right now I’m going to untie you. You can go use the bathroom, but there’s no jerking off. Understand?”

I nodded my head up and down, knowing she was serious.

“Put on a pair of shorts or something and come back out here so we can have some breakfast. You can shower and shave later. Now hurry along. I’d like some coffee.”

“Ok.”

When I finished, I found her out on the deck enjoying the ocean.

“Make some coffee and slice up that melon that’s in the fridge.”

“Sure… you want anything else?”

“No, that’ll be fine for now.”

As we sat there having breakfast, she slid a piece of paper over to me.

“Since you are my slave, these are your duties and the rules that you will follow from now on since you are living here. That extensive list of things is entirely yours. As you can see, you are responsible for everything from cleaning, cooking, laundry, shopping as well as satisfying all of my needs. As we discussed, I am your Mistress and you, my dear friend, are my humble slave. You will do everything, and I do nothing. Is that understood?”

I nodded my head up and down as I read.

“We are going to further our Mistress/slave relationship as well. There will be times for fulfilling your bondage cravings and time for exploring your limits. You did so well that summer when I whipped your cute, little ass, but we’re going to see how you can handle a real whipping with a lot more pain and punishment. As I’ve read stories and watched videos of slaves being whipped and punished, my p***y dripped with the desire to do that to you. Those ideas turned me on so much. They made me so fuckin’ hot. I’ve dreamed of this day when you will be at my feet ready to serve me.”

I just looked at her and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could our thoughts and dreams be so much alike? That is all I’ve ever wanted as well.

Slowly I got out of my chair and knelt at her feet. Tenderly I placed a kiss upon her instep. Then without looking up I spoke.

“I’ve dreamed of this day too. Let me be your slave, Mistress. I will serve you and obey your every command. I anxiously await your whip and the pain it will bring. I am yours to do with as you please.”

“You realize that college life for you will be different than what you might have thought. There will be no dates or parties. You will attend your classes and maintain your grades, but other than that, your life will be here serving me.”

“Yes, Mistress. I understand. That is all I need. I will be your humble servant forever.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh yes, Mistress. I’m sure.”

She reached down and lifted my head.

“Right now you are really horny because I haven’t let you blow for so long. I’m sure your little head is doing most of your thinking. Remember, life for you will never be the same. You are giving up everything to serve me. Stand up.”

As I stood there in front of her, she reached up to the waist band of my sweatpants and pulled them down over my hips. She knew what she would find. My c**k was raging out of control because of our discussion.

“Take them off.”

Immediately I slid them to the floor. She got up and grabbed my c**k like a handle. I was led into the house where she began to rub it.

“If I let you blow and this s****l urge is gone, will you give me those same answers? Will you still surrender yourself to me completely and become my slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. I promise.”

“Well, let’s see. Jerk off for me.”

“Right here in front of you?”

“Yes, right here and now.”

I hesitated for a moment and then grabbed my throbbing meat. In less than a minute with a couple dozen or so hard, fast strokes, long ribbons of creamy spunk blasted from my c**k. Several waves of the hot juice quickly followed, landing on the floor near her feet. I took several long, deep breaths as my remaining c*m dripped into a puddle. Then I looked at her.

“Get down on your knees and lick it up. Then give me your answer.”

As disgusting as it was, I never hesitated. I got down on the floor and licked up every drop of my jism. Then I looked up at her.

“I will serve you forever, Mistress. Please make me your slave.”

“Then follow me, slave.”

She turned around, and I was right behind her. Within a few moments we were heading down the stairs into a rec room that had full glass windows facing the beach. In the back of the room were several doors. She unlocked one of them, and we entered. The door closed behind us with a solid thud, as she turned on the lights. There before us was a dungeon of sorts.

“I put this together with you in mind,” she told me with a sly little grin.

“What would you have done if I didn’t agree to be your submissive slave?”

“There was never a doubt in my mind that you’d be here. I know you better than you think I do. I’ve spent several years molding you into the slave you are. I have a feeling that you will do whatever I want, but I guess after today it doesn’t matter. You’ve made that decision, and you’ll live with it. There’s no turning back now.”

“I won’t change my mind, Mistress. This is what I have always wanted.”

I looked around and noticed chains and cables hanging from the high ceiling. There was some sort of bench that resembled a carpenter’s saw horse, but it was much heavier. The legs were massive timbers with strong rings near the bottom. I looked at it more closely and ran my hand over the thick padded, leather-covered top.

“That’s my bondage horse. You know what that will be used for, don’t you Bobby?”

“Yes. You’ll lock me over it and whip my ass.”

“Will you let me do that willingly?”

I looked at her and nodded my head. “Oh yes, Mistress,” I whispered.