His On-Line Mistress by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 1992, 2009 (Subtitle: Two On-Line Encounters Between Slave Rajah and Mistress Sheena) This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. Abstract: A man explores his curiosity about BDSM in modem encounters Part 1. Their first meeting <<MISTRESS:>> well why don't you tell me what it is exactly that you're looking for. "Well, if it were a physical situation I would be doing personal service and pleasuring my Mistress, while wearing some suitable minimum of appropriate clothing, taking whatever teasing or punishment Mistress deemed necessary. In the electronic format I would guess this would take the form of an alternating story -- retelling -- scene description, but that's just a guess." <<MISTRESS:>> Sounds about right to me... don't see any other way of doing this over a computer! "I can hardly be bound and/or spanked over a modem... Not to mention the difficulty of performing cunnilingus properly!" <<MISTRESS:>> Well I do have this paddle here that's been out of use for a while... "Ohhhh... I haven't had to deal with one of those since fraternity days." <<MISTRESS:>> Hmmmm and these leather restraints... I cogitate, holding my hands behind my back experimentally. <<MISTRESS:>> (evil grin) tying your wrist in the cuffs... making sure they are snug. I pull my arms apart, abrading my wrists slightly against the cuffs that do not give. "What would you consider appropriate attire? At present I'm simply outfitted in white tennis shorts and a plain t-shirt." <<MISTRESS:>> well I do prefer my slaves NAKED!!! Ah, well I must correct this situation. Luckily the tennis shorts have an elastic waistband, as my hands cannot reach the front snap from behind my back. If I wiggle just so... and push the waistband down so... then slide them down and off my feet. <<MISTRESS:>> ripping the t-shirt from your body... and pulling the shorts off! Leaving me standing at attention, sides still feeling the whip of the material ripped from me, a nervous firmness forming in front. <<MISTRESS:>> Down on your knees SLAVE! Crawl to me NOW! I fall to my knees, touching my forehead briefly to the floor, then move forward, first one knee then the next, my cheeks parting with every motion, my head bobbing from side to side as I approach my Mistress's feet. <<MISTRESS:>> You're mine now SLAVE do you understand that! "Yes Mistress, I am yours." <<MISTRESS:>> taking my foot and touching that hard cock At the touch of my Mistress' toe, my cock comes to a full erection. I blush, but my body betrays me. <<MISTRESS:>> (I stand before you in my black corset of silk and satin... a black g-string to match... and black seamed stockings.) Take my g-string off with your teeth... and be careful not to bite me! I move my head carefully to my Mistress' waist, gently taking the edge of the g-string between my lips and working it in until I can grip it with my teeth; then, slowly and carefully, I pull it down, tugging until the sides begin a slow raspy path over Mistress' stockings. I continue in this fashion, savoring the heady scent of my Mistress as I move my head lower to touch the ground, the g-string around Mistress' ankles. <<MISTRESS:>> Very good slave... now lick your way back up my leg! I touch the tip of my tongue to Mistress' right leg, feeling the texture of the stocking rough against its surface, then swab my tongue against her ankle, moving thoroughly as I move upward to her calf, then covering both her kneecap and moving to the hollow behind her knee. From there I trace a damp path up the inside of Mistress' thigh, stopping as I encounter her glossy musky curls. <<MISTRESS:>> (patting my slaves head...) Now my dear Slave what is that you think your Mistress may want? "Would my Mistress desire me to give equal treatment to her other leg? Or should I use my tongue in that fragrant area that even now beckons to me, teasing my nose with its scent?" <<MISTRESS:>> Yes that would be one of your Mistresses desires! Equal treatment it is, then, and I move my head back down to Mistress' left ankle, wrapping my tongue around the joint, sucking on broad expanses of calf through the stocking as I taste the mingled experience of skin and nylon. This time I work in the hollow of the knee first, covering every inch before moving around to the front, prodding my tongue against the bumps of the kneecap. Finally, a clear path is opened, and I move my lips and tongue up, higher and higher, until I reach that point where the flexing of Mistress' leg draws its own line in the skin, my eyes on a level with Mistress' waist. I pause, closing my eyes as I breathe deeply... <<MISTRESS:>> (Turning around and showing you my tight buns... touching its soft skin) Lick here also SLAVE! I open my mouth and place the flat of my tongue where my Mistress points, leaving a damp trail on the revealed skin. <<MISTRESS:>> Hmmmmm so nice to have a slave who does that so well! Hearing no request to stop, I continue painting the designated area until it glistens completely with a sheen of saliva. <<MISTRESS:>> (looking at my naked slave and seeing that his cock is now rock hard and wet) I kneel expectantly at my Mistress' feet. <<MISTRESS:>> (sitting on the edge of the bed now... my legs spread wide open... revealing my very wet very hot pussy) Licking my lips nervously I await my Mistress' next command. <<MISTRESS:>> Come here slave... and lick my pussy till I tell you to stop. I "walk" on my knees to the bed where my Mistress awaits, then bow my head so my nose lands in the top of her already damp channel. I inhale her scent, then extend my tongue between her puffy labia. The taste of her inner liquor is heady, and I close my eyes as I stroke those lips, up and down, up to the nubbin that makes her thighs tremble around my ears, and down to her vagina, making muffled slurping noises as I lick and swallow the juices flowing from that spot. Again I move up, my nose leading the way for my tongue as they go jointly up to Mistress' pleasure spot, where I circle that nub with my tongue, pushing it up and down, then... ***** session interrupted by line noise ***** Part 2. Their first meeting finally concludes <<MISTRESS:>> So has my slave missed his Mistress???? "Your slave has deeply missed his Mistress, many is the night he dangled by the computer in frustration at missing Her." <<MISTRESS:>> well we're here now... hopefully uninterrupted!! "It cannot please you any more than me..." <<MISTRESS:>> I know what ya mean... now get over here and continue from where we left off last time Hobbling on knees with bended head, I approach my Mistress where she sits with legs akimbo, her fingers holding her pleasure center open as a target. My tongue gently, then firmly, helps separate those lips that beckon, as my Mistress' juice slowly trickles down into my mouth. <<MISTRESS:>> "Right there Slave" she points to her very wet warm opening I bend my head forward to kiss the proffered area, darting tongue-tip down to the opening at the base which squeezes my tongue as I press it forward. I suck the tart liquor out, swallowing as I urge even more to flow out. My Mistress' scent is all around me as I breathe deeply through my nose, letting my lips trail wet kisses on and around her labia. <<MISTRESS:>> Hmmmmm Oooooooooo yessssssssss... oh you are goooood at this! Further, and a little faster, I push my tongue, pressing against that ring which opens and closes in little spasms against this wet invader. The back of my throat tries to rebel briefly against the little hairs which are coming along with her juices, but I suppress the reflex and continue, nudging the bridge of my nose against her Mons. I can feel the tension in Mistress' thighs against my head, and that feeling in itself is an aphrodisiac. <<MISTRESS:>> With crop in my hand I lightly slap my Slaves little ass... urging him on more and more. The crop she uses against my ass stings slightly, and reminds me whose pleasure is at stake here. I open my mouth wide, the better to push and pull my tongue, to kiss, suck and nibble, occasionally zipping up between her swollen labia to kiss the hooded clitoris before moving back down. <<MISTRESS:>> My breaths are getting heavier and heavier... moans escape from my lips... the room is spinning slightly. When Mistress' legs start to quiver ever so slightly, I know I must now redouble my efforts. I push my head in so my eyes are buried in her bush, the top of my nose now wiggling against the pearl buried beneath, my lips and tongue now quickly alternating between nibbles, long licks and deep probes. <<MISTRESS:>> I grab a handful of my slave's hair and press my wet wanting hole against his lips... moaning loudly and moving my hips. I move my tongue out and in, out into Mistress' grasping cavern, in to take her juices as my reward. <<MISTRESS:>> ... slapping his ass a little harder with my crop. Her thighs tight around my head chafe my ears, but the pain is only my due, as is that from the strokes of her crop. My breathing is ragged, as my breathing space is confined to the close musky area between Mistress' legs. My universe has tightened and centered on that one area of worship, where with lips but without voice I show my Mistress how much she means to me. <<MISTRESS:>> I feel a tremendous orgasm building deep within my loins... I briefly lick the area between her two holes, tasting the sensitive skin there before placing my tongue back where it will do the most good and whipping the tip from side to side... My face is suddenly covered with the juices of my Mistress, the major part flowing down my tongue to my throat where I swallow the sweet-sour liquor greedily, the balance covering my cheeks and dripping to my neck with her sticky spendings. <<MISTRESS:>> Oooooo hmmmmmmm that was quite good Slave... now I want you to sit in front of me and play with yourself... for my pleasure! Ahhh... I seat myself on the floor in front of my Mistress, legs crossed beneath me, cock hard and slightly curved in front of me. I grasp my scrotal sac, dragging the nails of my right hand up across my balls (the sac flushed red), then up the swollen vein to the purplish head. I flick it with my thumb, demonstrating to you how hard I am for you. Now I grasp the shaft with my right hand, beginning a slow up and down movement, at first only rubbing the shaft, then quickening the jerky movement against the corona. As I do this, I reach between my thighs, separating my ass cheeks to find the nether entrance there. <<MISTRESS:>> I take my stockinged foot and slowly run it up and down the shaft feeling the hardness. The touch of my Mistress' foot against my shaft excites me, but I grit my teeth the better to extend my showing. With my thumb and forefinger of the right hand, I circle the top of the shaft, squeezing and releasing as I continue the up-and-down movement. Meantime, my left index finger has probed and rests at my nether entrance. I push it in slightly, my hips and cock jerking in response. My right hand is now moving quickly, then slowly, as my breathing has quickened. I lean back now, the better to display myself to you as well as give myself access. <<MISTRESS:>> Seeing how much my Slave enjoys anal pleasures I reach in to my bag and retrieve a butt plug for him to use as my reward to him for having pleasured his Mistress so much. Thanking my Mistress, I take the butt plug, placing it in my mouth and licking it carefully all over, then slowly working it into my anus. The plug hits the nerve there, and my right hand starts flying, up and down hard, as my hips begin an uncontrolled jerking motion. Without any control, I continue to move my hand up and down as my cock spurts long thin streams of whitish fluid up onto my chest, a few stray droplets hitting my chin, the bulk landing on my lower belly and pubic hair. As I lay gasping, my hand continues to move, pumping the last fluids out as my cock -- once high and proud -- becomes soft, deep red, and shrinking. I lay on the floor in front of my Mistress, soaked in the aroma of sex. <<MISTRESS:>> Hmmm that was quite wonderful to watch slave... you know how to please your Mistress well "I thank my Mistress, it was after all at your permission and urging." <<MISTRESS:>> Hmmmmm Oooooooooo yessssssssss... oh /END/