The sun was falling over the mountains in the sleepy little village of Tekskill. The evening fog was cascading down the mountains into the small glen which housed multiple small cottages with one larger building directly under the cliff face. There was a small waterfall dropping the hundred plus feet from above. The grove next to the grassy glen was dotted thick with pine trees.
The door opens to the cabin to the far left. A striking lady stepping out of the light into the shadows of dusk. This only enhanced her beauty. She was not tall but everything about her was strength. Her long dark hair flowed down around her shoulders and onto the long black leather jacket hanging to her knee. The only color was the pale fox fur on its collar. The only other park that one could see was the black heeled boots that went past the jacket. Her lips are painted ruby red. She turned back and pulled on the leash in her right hand. “Come on, my pup. The main hall is ours for the next hour and I want to get full use of it.” Another tug.
What came out was not a puppy, but a man on his hands and knees, crawling after her. One could not tell of his size being on the ground. He hurried as quickly as he could to catch her. He was naked all but for the rope harness tied in a bulldog knot, the dog bite gag in his mouth, the puppy butt plug and of course the black studded collar around his neck. The thick chain leash was heavy as he chased his mistress.
The walk was not far. Only about fifty feet. She made the trip as if it was nothing more than a stroll. For the poor pup, he was breathing hard as they crossed the threshold into the building.
“Ok, now pup climb up on the table,” she said as she pointed to the large table in the middle of the room. “Remember when you did not listen earlier?” Her pup shook his head yes. “I told you there would be a punishment later. Well, now is later,” she continued as she walked over to the wall that displayed all the toys. She removed the ride crop with the stiff red leather end and red handle. After a test swing on her hand she finished, "This is going to hurt.”
In the few steps it took her to make it back to the table, she could see his fear level growing. She was so mad earlier, but she played it off to catch him in her trap. The first strike was without warning. She pulled her arm all the way back and it came crashing down hard on his right ass cheek. A second one hard on the left cheek. He screamed in pain through his gag.
Her soft hand touched the skin that was already welting up and turning red. “I do like how easy it is to mark your skin, my submissive pup. By the time I’m done with you, you will not be able to sit.”
She did not lie. I’ve the next thirty minutes she changed back and forth her tools of pain affliction. The riding crop started the damage. She next went to a thick and heavy wooden paddle. Then to a leather belt and so on. The flogger also caressed her pup’s back. The cane was the back of his legs. After these tough thirty minutes he was a bruised and bloody mess.
She so enjoyed the skin turning from the pale alabaster, to a warm pink and the angry red. The purple bruises are her favorite to see. Her pup’s ass started turning that color. Her fingers slowly, gently tranced them.
She turned away quickly and made for the cabinet. She took two handfuls of rope back to the table. “Stand my sweet pup,” she said softly as she touched his face. She could tell each movement brought him pain. She pulled his arms behind him. Bounding them up with the rope she had. She then tied a thick and heavy tug of war rope through his arm binding. Running the free end to the pulley wheel mounted into the wall. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked back. Dropping the tug of war rope on the floor, she grabbed another rope off the table. This one she tied around his cock and balls. Once snug, she tied the free end to the end of the tug of war rope.
“Now are you ready to worship your Mistress,” she questioned as she removed her jacket. She wore a deep red with black swirls corset. The trim was black leather. At the top of the breast line were three small metal rings. Five black leather straps came from the end and ten from the middle. These straps are attached to the leather collar which has three rings also. The straps crossed each other as they made their way to the other ring. At the hips of the corset were four leather straps. These hugged her hips in different places. Down the front was a large strap with a ring just below her cleavage. Her black boots came up to just above her knee with a fishnet deep red stocking climbing higher on her leg.
His jaw would have dropped if it was not gagged. She walked back to him. Really one would say she sauntered back to him. Her hips are really pulling in the effort. She stood next to him. He could smell the alluring fragrance of her body. Her hands wrapped around his head and started unbuckling the gag in his mouth. As she did she spoke. “Now you get to worship your Mistress pussy. It will be a tug of war to see if your mouth can meet me. Will your willpower of getting your task done win out,” she paused, touching the soft features of his face as she takes the bite gag from his mouth. “Or will you disappoint me and let your own discomfort win the day.”
He moved to answer, but his mouth was dry and jaw ached. Moving it around, he finally was able to say, "Your pup will worship, Mistress.”
“We will see,” as she climbed onto the table. Looking up she sees the mirror was uncovered. As were the ones on the walls. “Oh good,” she exclaimed. “They removed the covers from the mirrors as I requested. It’s one of my kinks you know. You remember the name?”
“Katoptronophilia,” he responded.
“Wow, I’m impressed with my pup,” she said smiling as she sat near the edge of the table. About five feet from him. “That is a tough word.” Her smile turns wicked. “Now come over here and eat my needy pussy out.” Her index finger beckoning him forward.
This is where he finds out the problem he will really have. His mouth moves closer to her warm mound, but as his tongue gets the first lick, he stops. “You see your dilemma now. Get over here and lick me.” He moves forward and again his sack is pulled painfully. She teases him over and over. Moving closer for a bit then slowly siding away until he can’t handle the pain.
She finally gets to a point that she is worked up enough. She slides her hips forward and lets him dive his tongue into her. She loves his tongue. He knows how to use it and the effort he gives. She would say his tongue is magic. Her lust is doubled as she watches the scene from the mirror above them.
Her hands move behind his head and pull him in. His tongue pushes hard on her clit. This sends her over the edge. Her orgasm hits her like a ton of bricks. She drops to her back as her eyes roll in her head. Her hips and shifting left and right as she finishes.
She pushes him back with the sole of her left boot. “Thank you pup. That was one hell of a job,” she said, then took a deep breath and sighed. “Your Mistress is going to get dinner. For you, you will still be here. The next group is a group of six ladies. I told them I would share it with them. They thought you were cute. Make sure you do a good job my sexy pup.”
She picked up her jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Without any other word she headed for the door.