I was delirious from the overload of all my senses. My cock being teased by Mistresses leather hand, her hot mouth teasing, torturing my neck, and the aroma of her perfume and leather attire all attacking me at once. I moaned loudly as my cock became more rigid then it had ever been before in my entire life. "You better not even think about coming slave", she seethed in my ear. I could feel my cum building from her caressing me, and knew I better think about something else before I exploded all over her leather hand. I was struggling mightly and felt I was losing the battle with myself, when thankfully, she stopped touching me. I sighed in relief. Then she grabbed my face again with those elegant hands and her full lips came down upon mine. A long slow kiss that I swooned under. Her tongue gently probing at my lips, demanding in their own soft way, that I open my mouth and allow her entrance to mine. My tongue immediately swirled with hers, and my passion jumped to another level. Then her teeth clamped down upon my tongue and she drew it in even deeper into her sultry mouth and began to suck at my tongue. Oh what anguish it was to try and not explode in orgasmic joy as she sensuously drew my passion from me. Her gloved hand began to torment my nipples again, and I moaned from deep inside.
She slowly drew back and released my tongue and I stayed as close to her as I could as she withdrew, to enjoy each possible second of contact I could. She nipped at the very tip of my tongue which caused me to jump back and cry out. I licked at my tongue trying to ease the sharp pain that last nip had caused me. It seemed she knew and understood every sense I might possibly feel. She knew how to manipulate each one. I was so consumed by all she had done, I felt weak and more abused then I ever thought I could be. I also felt more passion then I had ever known. I was now completely putty in her hands. She had control over me in every way she could dream up.
Mistress then pushed me back onto the bed, and my body jerked from the pain of laying upon all the bruises and welts she had already placed upon my back and ass. She slithered over me and I felt her leather touching me everywhere. It was sooooo erotic and for the first time I had some idea of her build as she settled upon me. I could tell she was well built, with large breasts, and powerful thighs. I could feel her strength and knew I was no match for her. I knew I was even more at her mercy then I had thought previously. She was obviously much taller then me too, as I could feel her legs were still going past my feet. She easily turned my head and began to suck at my neck again, only much more intensely. I knew she was leaving marks upon my neck, but I didn't care. I loved succumbing to her. Knowing she was marking me as her property. My mind was entranced, my body was no longer my own. Then, something broke thru the web she was weaving me into. Something new, wasn't quite right. Then it hit me. She seemed to know right at that moment that the realization had broken thru to me, because she pushed her full weight down upon me, pinning me to the bed. "Nooooooooooooo", I softly cried out. "Yessssssssssssssss", she hissed right back at me. Her body was softly and gently rolling into mine, and her crotch was crushed against mine, and I had come to realize, there was a huge bulge in her tight leather that was pushing firmly against me. I knew this could only mean one thing. A strap-on, right? I tried to weakly struggle against her, but this only amused her and she pinned my shoulders and rose above me and drove her hips into me as her huge cock jammed itself against me. I now knew exactly how it felt to be a helpless woman beneath a powerful man who was intent on having his way with her. Except, I wasn't a woman, and she had not used brute strength to get me to this moment, but evil seduction, pain, and a sensuality, I could not escape from. My mind raced, but I knew deep inside, I was screwed, literally.