Weekend with Mistress Terri

[androgyme]

Author Note: Hey guys, I wrote this for my former online Mistress, and with her permission I am now posting it here for you guys/girls to enjoy. All the events in this story are purely fictional. Hope you like it.

Weekend with Mistress Terri

Chapter One

We arranged to meet in London, England. I’d never been there before, even though I’d lived in England most of my life. She was flying in from the United States. I found a suitable place, only a few miles outside London. It was out of the way, but not to the point where going into the city would be an issue. The house belonged to a friend of mine, but he wasn’t using it at the moment, so he was letting me stay there while I was on my “holiday”.

It was a nice house in the middle of the woods. Very clean, nicely furnished, with a luxurious king sized bed made up with soft black velvet sheets in the Master bedroom. My friend was rich, so the house contained all that you would ever need and more; a large plasma screen television, leather couch, and fully outfitted kitchen, but most importantly, it had a dungeon in the basement. Yeah, I knew my friend was a dominant male. That was another reason I had asked to stay in his house. Of course, he had no idea that I would be using it, and certainly no idea that my Mistress would be using the toys and devices normally reserved for his slave girls on me.

I flew down from Scotland on the Thursday, just to get everything ready for my Mistress. She would be arriving on the Friday. Then my weekend as her slave would begin and not end until the Monday morning when she had to fly back. I would be completely in her power for the entire weekend. I couldn’t wait, but at the same time I was so nervous that I couldn’t stop shaking. I barely got everything ready in time for her arrival.

She had instructed me how she wanted me to be when she arrived. I was to be spread eagled on the bed, wrists and ankles cuffed to the bed posts, wearing my girly underwear, which consisted of a pink thong, matching bra, and black stockings. I had just about managed to secure myself when I heard her rental car pull up in the gravel driveway.

Heart thumping in my chest, I waited.

I heard the door open and close. I heard her heels clapping on the wooden floor downstairs. Heart in throat, I continued to wait. She was doing something, but I had no idea what. The torture of waiting was intense, but she didn’t seem to care. She went about whatever it was she was doing, not a care in the world. She left me up there alone for at least half an hour before finally I heard her heels on the stairs.

When he door finally opened and she stepped into the doorway, my cock (or my clit, as my Mistress called it) was standing at attention inside my thong. She looked me over with a little sneer, glanced at my erection, a smirk dancing teasingly on her face. It was almost enough to make me explode right then and there, but I managed to hold it in - for her. She stepped into the room fully, a riding crop in hand, tapping lightly against her gorgeous, perfect thighs.

She was dressed in the most alluring clothing. A tight white blouse with the top few buttons open, baring her black bra and very ample cleavage. On bottom she had on a short black pleated skirt that must have only just covered her round ass. Black thigh high high-heeled boots finished off her outfit.

‘Hello sissy,’ she said oh so sweetly, crossing to stand at the bottom of the bed, between my spread legs, ‘I see you have followed all my instructions. That’s a good slut. But I don’t think I said anything about you having an erection, if it can even be called an erection.’ She gave a mocking little laugh that drove me wild with desire, while at the same time heated my cheeks with embarrassment. ‘I think I best do something about that,’ she went on, raising the riding crop. A few harsh swats to my balls quickly rendered my erection down to nothing as I grimaced in pain. ‘That’s better.’

‘Thank you Mistress,’ I ground out through the pain. She laughed lightly again and came up the side of the bed to sit by my side. Hands on the mattress, she leant forwards over my face, thrusting her amazing breasts together and practically into my face. I couldn’t help but stare at her entrancing cleavage.

‘I’m up here pervert,’ she said, getting my attention again with her imperative, sweet voice. ‘Look into my eyes, not down my top.’

‘Yes Mistress,’ I said quickly, ‘sorry Mistress.’

‘You will be,’ she said, licking her lips in anticipation of all that was to come. She trailed a hand down my chest, toying with my bra, pulling it aside to pinch my nipples hard. I groaned a little and she smiled that wicked smile that I had already come to love. ‘Ooh, does that hurt baby?’

‘Yes Mistress,’ I said.

‘But you love it, don’t you?’ She teased. ‘Any attention from me is incredible, isn’t it? Even the most painful or humiliating attentions.’

‘Yes Mistress, I love it Mistress,’ I said obediently.

She continued to move her hand further down, going towards my rapidly hardening cock again. Sorry, I meant my clit. She traced the edge of the thong, never once breaking eye contact. I was panting with desire now, mouth open, wanting it so bad. And she knew it, judging by that smirk on her beautiful face. She moved her hand up and over my straining clit, then laughed and moved her hand away. I groaned in frustration and disappointment and my clit throbbed all the more from her devious, delicious teasing.

‘You’ll be lucky if I ever touch that worthless thing,’ she mocked me sweetly.

‘Yes Mistress.’

‘You’re pleasure does not matter,’ she told me, standing up. ‘Only mine does.’ She slipped her hand underneath her skirt and pulled down her panties. She teased me with them, dangling the black thong before my face, before tossing them to the side. Then she climbed back onto the bed and straddled my chest, facing my feet. I stared at her ass as it stretched the fabric of her skirt magnificently. She reached back with deft hands and pulled up her skirt to her waist, baring that wonderfully juicy bottom to my hungry eyes. ‘You want this wanker?’

‘Yes Mistress,’ I begged, ‘please Mistress, I want it so bad Mistress.’

She laughed. ‘Kiss it then,’ she said.

I strained against my bondage, trying to get my head up enough to kiss her ass, but I couldn’t quite reach. I strained and strained, puckering my lips as much as I could, sticking out my tongue for just a taste, but it was fruitless, and she knew it. My Mistress laughed at my attempts and teased me, ‘come on, I thought you wanted my ass. It’s right there. Give it a big kiss. Go on. Right on my cheeks. Kiss all over my ass. Come on. Kiss it!’

‘I can’t Mistress,’ I cried, still trying, ‘please Mistress, I can’t reach.’

‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ she laughed, pretending not to have known. ‘Here you go.’

And then she sat her ass down right on my face, crushing me underneath her. I wasn’t ready for it and the surprise left me struggling under her bottom, breathless, and flailing against my bonds as she laughed above me. She kept me under for nearly a minute before leaning forward slightly to let me breathe. I gasped for breath.

‘Kiss my ass then,’ she commanded, wiggling her perfect round buttocks in my face.

‘Y-yes Mistress,’ I gasped, leaning forward to comply. I pressed my lips worshipfully against her butt cheeks over and over again. It was heaven for me as I worshipped her divine posterior. My lips made little smacking sounds as I kissed again and again.

‘Lick my ass,’ my Mistress ordered. ‘Give it a nice big French kiss.’

I stuck my tongue out and pushed it in between her cheeks, trying to find her asshole with my tongue. Probing and probing, I eventually found it, and began to lick in earnest. She moved back a little so I could work easier. She rubbed her ass in my face as I worshipped it dutifully, moaning a little, encouraging me with mocking words.

‘That’s right ass-licker,’ she taunted, ‘lick my ass good. Can you taste my shit baby? If you can’t you aren’t doing it right. Get that tongue as far into my anus as you can. Shove it right up there! Mmm, yeah, that’s it. Faster, lick it faster. Oh yes.’

I complied as best I could, working my tongue into a point and shoving it into her loosening asshole. It was humiliating, but oh so perfect. My clit was as hard as it could get, sticking up in my pink panties. My Mistress noticed and grabbed her crop again to give it a few more whacks. ‘Naughty little clitty,’ she ridiculed me. ‘It’s not for your enjoyment. It’s all for me ass-face.’

Finally, after a good fifteen minutes of ass worship, she moved forward again, out of reach. There, she turned around, and faced me with that beautiful face smiling sweetly down at me. ‘Enjoying yourself fucker?’ she asked me sarcastically.

‘Yes Mistress.’

She laughed. ‘It’s time for some pussy worship,’ she said, moving forward again, this time pressing her divine feminine glory down onto my face, engulfing me in her sweet, wet embrace. I started licking immediately and she moaned with pleasure. ‘Good boy, lick my pussy,’ she encouraged me.

She started to rock on my face, smearing her wetness all over my face, blatantly using me to get off. I loved it, even as I was having trouble breathing. I could get in a few quick breaths, but not nearly what I was used to. I didn’t let it bother me though and continued to work my tongue against her pussy, finding her clit and focusing on it.

‘Mmm, oh fuck yes,’ she cried in ecstasy as she rocked on my face, ‘lick my clit. It feels so good. Good boy. This is all you’re good for. Worshipping pussy and ass with that pitiable tongue.’

I worked my tongue against her clit as fast as I could, fighting through the cramping. She started to bounce on my face, punishing me with every downward thrust. I lost focus for a moment, but quickly managed to time her thrust with my tongue, so that it connected with her clit on each stroke. She moaned louder and louder as she abused me and got herself off at the same time, until, finally, with an earth-shattering scream of pleasure – she released her cum in an orgasmic explosion all over my face. Panting in satiation, she leant against the headboard, smothering me in her sticky pussy. After composing herself, she shifted a little so that I could breathe again and said, ‘lick me clean fuck-face.’

I did as ordered, licking up every last bit of sticky, sweet tasting cum from her pussy. When I had finished to her satisfaction, she moved off me again and got back up, pulling her skirt down to cover her ass and pussy once more. She turned to me with a wicked glint in her eye and said, ‘we’re not done yet. I have a lot of plans for you baby. This is going to be a weekend you will never forget.’

With her laugh echoing in my ears, she left me alone in the room again, still tied up in my sissy underwear, clit once again erect, and her cum drying slowly on my face.