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I could hear sounds coming from behind us when out of nowhere restraints were being fastened to my ankles and braced to the legs of the bed. What could possibly be going on now? Was I being held captive at her will? What were her intensions? My heart raced the more I allowed myself to satisfy her desires, my desires. I looked down to see Maggie gracefully moving about my legs while she clasped the final buckle in place. As she rose to her feet she dragged her nails up the backs of my legs and over my ass sending raging chills throughout my body. I flinched beneath her touch causing the head of my cock to penetrate the waitress’ hot wet pussy. The woman gasped surprisingly, drawing my attention back to her poised body on the bed in front of me. Reaching around my waist, Maggie pulled my cock out and from under the waitress’ skirt and held it firmly in her hands. “Mmm, a perfect size. I like the way you feel. I know you’re eager to fuck our guest but you must wait patiently, little boi,” Maggie said pressing it close to my body and rubbing her hands all over. Her breath was warm on my skin and she traced her tongue across my neck and down my back. I felt her mouth on my ass cheek and then she bit into it with a teasing pull letting me know that she had full control of my entire body.

In seconds more restraints were being fastened to my wrists and braced to the posts of her king size bed. The length was adjusted so that I could continue to hold the waitress’ hips but I could not get loose from where I was standing. With a satisfied nod of her head Maggie grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back and to an angle so she could forcibly kiss me. Her other hand began rubbing my chest, my stomach and then my cock. I was burning up inside. No matter what I wanted to do or where I wanted to go, I was now in her control. That’s just it, though, there was nothing else I wanted to be doing and nowhere else I wanted to be than what I was doing at this time and where I was right now.

“It’s time to mix business with pleasure, my sweet little boi,” Maggie said… then delicately bit my lip between her teeth. “Do you trust me?” she asked me with the most sincere compassion in her voice. I nodded. I was at a loss for words as she continued to touch and caress my body to new heights. “You do realize that little bois need to be punished when they do things they’re asked not to do? Continue to trust me and know that I’ll only take you to the extremes that I know only you can handle,” she said as her hand once again grabbed my cock. “Are you ready?” Maggie asked as she rubbed the waitress’ ass with her other hand. “Yes, Ms. I’m ready to be fucked!” the waitress replied with enthusiasm. Slipping it back beneath the waitress’ skirt she commanded that I fill the woman with my hardness and commence fucking her. “Yes, Ma’am,” I said as I slid myself inside with ease from all the hot juices the waitress had already released. I began to move my hips back and forth with long deep strokes in a slow rhythmical fashion.

Maggie continued to watch me in action as she walked to the head of the bed and sipped some wine from her glass. I was feeling good at this time. I was being satisfied to a certain degree even though it wasn’t Maggie that I was pleasuring… or was it? Our eyes never left each other’s gaze and we could hear the waitress moaning from the thrusting of my cock inside her throbbing pussy. The deeper I stared into Maggie’s crystal blue eyes, the harder I began to pump the waitress. I held her body close to mine as my thighs were forced against her ass and legs with each pulsating stroke. The waitress’ body was rocking back and forth on the bed from this primal display of sexual play. I continued to brace her with my hands as she released uncontrollable sounds of ecstasy.

Maggie, now reaching under the pillows, pulled out a whip. The handle was short and it’s fine craftsmanship allowed for comfortable finger placement. It was covered in a black leather binding. There were ten or so tassel-like leather strips that dangled from the handle, each about a foot in length. I watched as Maggie finished off the glass of wine and crawled in a cat-like motion across the bed to the waitress. My movements had become fast and furious watching Maggie’s hot sultry seduction. I pulled the waitress back on my hard cock and continued to ram her. Harder. Faster. Running her fingers through the woman’s hair Maggie asked in a soft concerned voice, “Are you enjoying yourself?” and then gave a sweet caring kiss to our guest. A breathy reply of, “Yes, Ms,” was released as she continued to offer us her sounds of pleasure and satisfaction. “Good. And are you almost ready to cum?” was Maggie’s next question. Listening for a reply, she threw a sexy come-hither look my way. “This feels too good, Ms, to ask for it to stop,” was the response of our guest. Maggie now raised herself to her knees and positioned her pussy in front of the waitress’ face. Staring into my eyes she commanded that my thrusting stop. “Would you like to taste my wet pussy at this time?” she asked the waitress but still looking deep into my eyes. “Oh, yes, Ms, I’d like that a lot! May I?” replied the waitress. I mouthed my own words for Maggie to see, “Yes, Ma’am, I’d love to eat your pussy!” Maggie smiled at me as she spread her lips apart and willingly offered herself to the waitress with a stare that had now penetrated my soul. I licked my lips. I longed to be the one between her thighs, the one tasting her hot pussy juices in my mouth and sucking in her lips and clit. I could not contain myself from ramming my cock with one hard stroke deep into the waitress in a rebellious act of jealousy. That was to be my pussy this night and I was furious that Maggie deliberately chose to torment me this way!

A loud but muffled grunt emanated from our guest as she felt the force of my body inside her unexpectedly. The ramming was hard enough that it caused a chain reaction, pushing Maggie backward and off balance. My eyes never left hers and I could tell she was not pleased with me. She nodded her head, grabbed her whip and crawled off the bed as sexy as she had crawled onto it. As she walked over to me, I started to look away but instantly she stopped me, “Don’t you dare think about looking away from me, little boi! I expect an apology from you, not only to me but to our guest as well!” she had a very intense authoritative tone to her voice that instantly intimidated me. I desperately wanted to lower my head. I felt ashamed for what I had done but I felt a deeper shame for being reprimanded so harshly in front of the waitress. In a shy and vulnerable delivery I responded, “I’m sorry, Ma’am, and I’m sorry to you too Ms. Please forgive me.” Maggie’s hand reached out to the waitress’ ass and began rubbing her softly, “Are you ready to continue being fucked?” A moan came from the waitress as she nodded her head in agreement, “Oh, yes, Ms!”

Upon Maggie’s command I began to slowly thrust the waitress’ dripping wet pussy again. She took the handle of the whip and had me hold it between my teeth. The taste and smell of the leather was strong but increasingly erotic. Slowly she began unfastening the belt from around my neck. “I’m impressed with your boldness and willingness to not be broken. I like that in a boi. I also like having things done my way, especially when it comes to my needs and wants in the bedroom,” she said as she slid the belt from around my neck and down my back, tossing it behind us.

My heart was racing with all the stimulations around me. The waitress was almost reaching her climax. I could tell because her body was beginning to tense and she was raising her ass further in the air to fully take me in. The taunting Maggie had done with offering her pussy to our guest knowing how desperately I want it for myself. And now the belt and her seducing words, not to mention the whip that was being held in my mouth like the bit on a horse’s bridle. I began to thrust harder as all these thoughts soared through my mind and my breathing had become heavy and deep. Grabbing my hair again and pulling my head backward to reach my ear more easily she whispered as she removed the whip from between my teeth, “It’s time for your punishment, my sweet little boi.”

The first whipping was breathtaking as it swished across my naked ass. I gasped in sheer pain but was feeling the mixture of what Maggie meant by pain and pleasure. She took time in executing each whip. Wisp. Sting. Caress. Repeatedly I was whipped as I continued pumping my hard cock frantically into the waitress. It was amazing to feel the sting of the whip as I fucked this woman with all my might. I had never experienced such a whirlwind of erotic pleasure. I was getting off on this and Maggie knew it! After about the fifth crack of the whip I could feel the tears beginning to stream from my eyes. I wanted desperately to beg for Maggie to stop but I was determined to fight back the words. I had something to prove to her damnit! I will not beg anymore! She will not win! The waitress’ and my breathing had now become as one and we were gasping and heaving for air equally. The eroticism of it all had both of us performing with the greatest of convictions in that we were deserving of this night with this mysterious Ms. Maggie Allure.

What now seemed to be the tenth crack of the whip across my backside was beginning to make me lose my sense of composure. I was able to feel the sensation and height of the individual welts as Maggie’s hand lovingly caressed my ass between each whip with the leather straps. I was on the verge of begging for this punishment to end. Once again it was as if Maggie was inside my mind. I vaguely recall her saying, “You’ll beg, my sweet little boi. I’ll definitely fulfill your need to beg,” as she continued with another whip across my ass. This is a battle between her will and mine and I can’t allow myself to give in. I was struggling to talk myself through this bittersweet moment. I was about to explode! I had to hold on just a little bit longer… but I couldn’t. I didn’t have it in me anymore. I had reached my breaking point. The pain was excruciating. “Please, Ma’am,” I forced out of my mouth with every ounce of energy I could manage to release, “Please stop! I beg of you!” as I gripped the waitress with a final burst of strength in my hands. Upon hearing my pleas and cries for mercy, the waitress released her sounds of complete satisfaction and collapsed on the bed in front of me. I could feel her body weaken beneath my hands. I too was weak and fatigued from not only the fucking I had been doing but also from the whippings. With one final whip across my ass, a deep gut-wrenching grunt rose from within me and blazed through the room as I withered in a heap of exhaustion on the edge of the bed and on the waitress. The restraints still in place, I was motionless.

My eyes closed and my breathing was completely out of control. My heart was pumping faster than it had ever pumped before. Was I still alive? I must be or my heart would not be beating like this and I would not be breathing. The waitress had crawled from beneath my weight and I could hear her and Ms. Maggie Allure talking. I wasn’t able to clearly understand what was being said. It didn’t matter anyway. I was in too much pain to care what anyone was saying. My eyes opened to tiny slits long enough to see that the waitress was leaving the cabin and Maggie was now locking the door behind her.