Stoney's Erotica...

[jac]

I seem to be getting back into my writings... writings of poetry and writings of erotica. It's a release and a need to share. I have a good friend who's a lead singer in a band and recently he said that he needs his love to stay alive... that being his music. His words ring true for me, as well. I need to hang onto my love... my love of writing. I have one completed story and several in the works. Bits and pieces here and there... With school in my immediate life, writing is slow and methodical. I wish to share my completed story and eventually add to this thread with continued pieces. Feel free to post comments and opinions... I take constructive criticism well. Enjoy!

[jac]

It was a mildly warm afternoon as I walked along the riverfront. In the near distance The Riverboat Allure was docked in front of one of the town’s most popular pubs. The breeze off the river had a slight nip to it and the smell was of the fresh scent of summer. As I neared the riverboat I could hear a slight discussion between, what seemed to be an upset customer and the ticket master in the booth positioned at the entrance of the dock. “So, you’re telling me that I’ll be taking this cruise alone today?” I got the impression that she had been stood up by someone. The muffled voice from inside the booth replied with a sympathetic response, “Yes, Ms, I’m sorry but that’s correct.” With a hand gesture that showed a bit of frustration she replied, “Fine. I’ll return in time for boarding.”

Her hair was past her shoulders and wisped in the breeze as she walked away. It was blonde with streaks of highlights brushed through it to offer just the right kind of glimmer in the afternoon sun. She was wearing a soft, pastel colored, summer dress that fit her body perfectly. The length of her dress was at mid calf. With each step I was able to see the elegance and grace she clearly possessed. I envisioned her being the type of woman who carried a CEO position in some sort of firm, the type that dress to perfection in a business suit and stilettos. Today, however, she was sporting her summer wear and looked very refreshing to the eyes.

I was intrigued with her presence but in the same instance I wanted to avoid any contact with her. She was now propped on the railing, looking out into the distance of the river. As I passed I could smell the most inviting of fragrances coming from her as the breeze blew her scent in my direction. I took in a deep breath so as to capture as much of this scent as possible. A smile etched across my face with pleasure and satisfaction but was quickly replaced with a slight look of shock as she turned and stared at me. I was busted. She knew exactly what I was doing and she gave me a stern look that said I better think twice before invading her space again.

My heart began to race as our eyes locked. Her makeup had been applied with an expert hand that allowed her eyes, a crystal blue, to illuminate her inner beauty as well. Her lips were plush and colored in the most amazing shade of red. I could feel the excitement rising deep from within. I was mesmerized by this vision of beauty standing before me. I struggled to continue looking at her but my shyness and submissive side was taking over as I realized I had come to a complete stop. I respectfully gave her a nod. “Ma’am.” Lowering my gaze, I began walking toward the entrance of the pub.

As I walked through the backdoor, I asked the barkeep for a mug of draft and returned outside to sit at one of the tables on the deck. I immediately looked in the direction of where the beautiful woman had been standing but she was gone. I breathed in deeply almost as if I was relieved to no longer see her. It was a surprisingly intense feeling that had come over me when we stood so close to one another. Her energy sent chills that coursed through my body. A feeling I had never experienced before. I was sure to catch one last glimpse of her before she boarded the riverboat, unless of course, she had already done so while I was ordering my beer.

Instantly the hairs on the back of my neck stood up with excitement. Her fragrance filled the air. I could feel myself tensing up from head to toe as I sensed her presence close by. I was not able to see her in my immediate field of vision. Suddenly, a most attractive arm reached over my shoulder with mug in hand. It was she and I was frozen in my seat. Her hand was manicured beautifully and was adorned with rings and a fine gold bracelet.

As she leaned over me to place the beer on the table, I could feel the fullness of her breasts press against the back of my head and neck. Her hair lowered in a gentle flow. The breeze was blowing it back toward my face in a fan-like display. There was a slight tickling sensation on my cheek as it grazed my skin. “Drink up, little boi. You have somewhere to be very soon,” she said as she raised herself back up and placed her hand on my shoulder. Her voice had a soft raspy tone to it, very seductive. It was obvious to me she knew how to give orders and command respect from others but by no means did she come off as being bossy. Giving my shoulder a firm squeeze she continued by saying, “You have five minutes and I expect you to be on your way to the entrance of the riverboat dock. Do you understand?” I reached for the beer and brought it towards my mouth. “Yes Ma’am. I understand,” and began drinking. She was gone as quickly as she had appeared.

Upon finishing my beer I went to the bathroom to rinse my face and gather my composure. With a quick look-over in the mirror I exited and walked to the docks. She was nowhere in sight. While looking around, I heard the ticket master call for me to approach the booth. “I was told to let you know that you’re to board the riverboat and have a seat on the top deck. On behalf of The Riverboat Allure, we’ll be leaving in a few moments for a four-hour cruise down the river to the mouth of the Atlantic Ocean. You’ll be cabined with Ms. overnight and returning by noon tomorrow. Should you get cold from the northern Atlantic air, we have blankets located throughout the decks of the boat. We’ll be serving dinner in approximately three hours. At ten in the morning we’ll serve brunch. Thank you for attending our cruise and we hope that you have a most enjoyable experience.” I boarded.

The boat was now filled with patrons ready for their adventure down the river. I had been on a few of these cruises but never on The Allure. I had heard through close friends that the interior design was elegant but with a comfortable relaxing atmosphere and from what I was able to take in, so far, they were correct. It was nearing departure time and I still had not seen the mysterious woman. I reached in my pocket for my cell phone to see what time it was when it was smoothly removed from my grasp. “You won’t be needing this for awhile,” she said as she turned it off and placed it in her purse. “I was just looking at the time,” I replied. “It’s five o’clock and time for you to silence yourself except for ‘Ma’am’ responses to what I say. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Ma’am,” I replied with a level of confusion but more so a feeling of intrigue.

For the first hour or so of the cruise, we listened to the guide describe the location, the environment and whatever else riverboat cruise guides talk about. I honestly had lost all audible interest except for the anticipation to hear her voice again. She said nothing. Then as if she was queued into my thoughts, she spoke. “Let’s go down below and get a quiet, out of the way table for dinner.” I stood and reached my hand out to her to offer myself as her escort. She took my hand as she rose to her feet and ever so gracefully slid it under my arm and around my bicep for bracing and balance.

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We were one of the first to arrive downstairs. “Deal with the servers. I want to observe you,” she said as I seated her in a far, out of the way table. There were candlelight centerpieces on each table and a few other candle pieces were mounted along the walls. Separating the tables were dividers draped with flower arrangements and foliage to offer a sense of privacy for the patron’s dining pleasure. The waitress came to our table, introduced herself and began to make suggestions. I placed our order and with a slight grin on my companion’s face, I could tell she approved of my selections. Upon the waitresses’ return with our drinks, this beautiful lady decided to distract my attention from the conversation by sliding one of her bare feet up my pant leg and strategically placing the other between my thighs. She touched curiously with her toes realizing that I was hard beneath the seam of my zipper. She gave me a wink of the eye as she began to press firmly with her foot against my cock. With each press I could feel my hardness against my body. I was clueless as to what the waitress had said and my reply was, “That’ll be fine. Thank you.” It was a good thing that what she had asked matched my answer because she immediately walked away and returned with the appetizers. “Do not be so distracted, little boi. Distraction does not impress me,” this beauty said. I felt ashamed that I had disappointed her so soon and lowered my gaze in acknowledgement. I noticed she was preparing herself to stand so I quickly stood and assisted her with the chair. “I’ll be back shortly. I need to freshen up some. When I return I want to be seated next to you. Make sure this is taken care of,” was her command as she walked away. “Yes, Ma’am,” I said as I watched her round the corner.

The waitress returned with plates in hand and both of us worked quickly to accomplish my companion’s order of arranging the seating in the manner that she had requested. As she walked back to the table, I seated her next to me and asked if I could be excused to use the facilities, as well. Her response was firm but soft, “No. Sit back down. You can wait.” We began to eat our main course and I could feel her hand begin to caress my thigh. Her touch was firm but gentle sending waves of lustful desire through my body. She pulled my leg closer to her, spreading them further apart. Gently she slid her thigh on top of mine, allowing her lower leg to relax between my calves. As she swallowed her bite of food I heard her next command, “Pleasure me.” Grabbing my hand with hers, she slipped it under her dress and between her thighs. She held her glass to show me that only one swallow remained and then it would be empty. “Pleasure me and order some more wine. Now,” she commanded just before taking in her last swallow.

Placing my fork down I motioned for the waitress to return. My other hand, the one between her thighs had now reached anxiously to discover that not only was she completely naked beneath her dress but also the discovery of the warmth and wetness of her sexual desires. I could feel the folds of her pussy beneath the caressing and massaging of my fingers. The fullness of her lips as they swelled with arousal. Her clit had hardened as I continued to touch with my curious fingers. She was dripping wet. Her soft pubic hairs were now saturated with the sweet juices of her pussy. I was no longer hungry for the meal in front of me but rather for the dessert within the grasp of my exploring hand. “May we please have another glass of wine for the beautiful lady,” I said with a catch in my throat. It reminded me of a young adolescent boy going through puberty while his voice cracks and squeaks. Her soft moans began to fill my ears as I continued to work diligently to bring her to climax. I caught a glance of her as the waitress returned with the bottle of wine and poured her glass full. “I’ll leave the remainder of the bottle with you,” she said as she noticed the heavy breathing coming from this beautiful women sitting beside me. Looking back at me the waitress smiled and walked away to share her findings with the others in the kitchen.

My eyes quickly returned to this sensually attractive woman that I was stroking and probing with my fingers. She allowed herself to enjoy all of her pleasures since we now had an audience of waitresses peering from the distance. Her head tilted back in a slight motion as she moistened her lips with the lush tip of her tongue. The breathing she was now experiencing had reclined her back in the seat and her breasts raised and lowered with each inhale and exhale. I could feel her hips beginning to rise to my touch and her hand had now reached for my shoulder in a desperate attempt to brace herself from falling off the chair. The wetness of her pussy released in a hot gush over my hand and I felt her body tense as she closed her mouth tightly to hold back her need to release sounds of satisfaction. “Oh yeah,” she whispered under her breath as she regained her composure. “You like my handiwork, eh?” I asked with just a touch of pride. “I said for you to be silent. Did I not?” was her response. Her voice had a slight tone to it that told me I might have messed up here. I shook my head in disbelief that I had possibly screwed things up for myself.

As she raised herself in a more upright position she said, “Hand me your napkin.” With the skill of a magician she had not only maneuvered the napkin between her legs to clean up excess wetness but had managed to take my cum-covered hand and raise it between the two of us saying, “Lick with me.” We both licked her cum from my fingers and then without hesitation I reached behind her head with my free hand to pull her into a kiss. Passionately we shared one another’s tongues in a dance of silent foreplay. She now took her napkin and wiped the remaining juices of her pleasure from my hand and then her lipstick from my mouth. “Get the waitress over here. Have her heat the remainder of our meal and request that she bring it to our room later,” was her command as she carefully continued to clean between her thighs. “Yes, Ma’am,” I said as I motioned for the waitress to return to our table. “We’d like the rest of this meal heated and delivered to our room later this evening,” I said, “and bring a fresh bottle of wine for the lady too.” The waitress smiled as she began to gather the plates. “If you like, there’ll be something in it for you, as well,” said my companion to the waitress. I turned to look at her with confusion and bit of disbelief. Actually, it was more like jealousy. What could she possibly be offering this waitress? “Oh yes, Ms., I’d like that very much,” the waitress answered with eagerness in her voice.

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We walked outside and returned to the upper deck of the riverboat. The night sky was remarkably lit with what seemed to be millions of stars. I was at a loss for time since I no longer had possession of my phone. However, by the position of the moon I felt like it could be around nine or so. As we neared the railing I could here the silent sounds of nature all around. The engines had stopped and besides she and I, there was no sign of life on the deck around us. Most of the passengers had retired to their cabins already. Others had remained in the dining area. Still others had ventured to the lounges. “Put your hands on the railing and don’t move,” came a soft whisper from my mysterious companion. I turned my eyes to her before she began walking behind me, “What’s your name, if I may ask?” She did not answer me but instead reached around my waist to unbuckle my belt. The jingling sound of the buckle seemed to echo on the river. I could feel her hands unfastening the button on my jeans. She slowly lowered the zipper and gave a sensual moan as she worked it downward. Her hands moved inside my pants but she was careful not to go inside my boxers. “My name is Ms. Maggie Allure but you’re to call me Ma’am as you’ve been doing all evening,” she whispered in my ear while she rubbed her hands over my thighs and cock. “Yes, Ma’am,” I replied as I felt myself getting heated from her touch. Ms. Maggie Allure I said over and over in my mind. So, this is her riverboat? Interesting.

“Don’t answer me but only listen to my words,” Maggie continued as she began to work the buttons of my shirt open. “You were rather proud of your accomplishment in the dining room awhile ago. I’m not pleased with your distasteful display of ego. Do you honestly think you’re the reason for my satisfaction in there? No, little boi, anybody’s hand could’ve done what you did,” were the words that echoed in my head and ears as Maggie slid her hands around my body from front to back. The feel of her soft palms were warm and inviting as each fiber of my being tingled beneath her touch. I got shivers all over and goose bumps covered my arms and legs as Maggie caressed her polished nails gently up the spine of my back to the base of my neck. With a sudden and unexpected movement I felt her dig in and scratch them aggressively down my flesh to the waistband of my jeans. My body surged from the pain as I grit my teeth together and uncontrollably released a primal groan from deep within. My breath was caught and I gasped as I lowered my head in an all-encompassing jolt of adrenaline. I was suddenly weak at the knees and was only able to muster enough strength to rest motionlessly on the railing. “Now that, my sweet little boi, is something no other person could have possibly done. Do you now see the difference?” Maggie said as she moved her hands to my hips and motioned for me to turn around. My eyes were wet as I tried so desperately to hold back the tears. It was a remarkable feeling of pain and pleasure. I was captured in her, need I say it, allure. Again she placed her hands at the base of my neck but this time on my chest. I could feel her fingertips stroking my collarbone and her nails ever so gently skimming the skin on my neck. “I believe I asked you a question,” Maggie said as her hands began to move in a gentle massaging motion over my shoulder and chest muscles.

Sweat was now pouring down the sides of my face. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut for a second and took a labored gulp, Opening my eyes I replied, “Yes, Ma’am,” in a faintly hushed response. My heart was racing in an uncertain anticipation of her seductive, yet dangerously elegant hands that were still kneading my chest. My breathing was shallow but slowly returning to normal. “Good answer, sweet boi,” Maggie said just before clawing my chest in the same manner as she had clawed my back. Again, the sounds that came out of me were uncontrollable and guttural. My body tensed and my hands instinctively grabbed her by the waist in a need to hold on. My head fell back as I began to lose my energy. Maggie reached up to grab my head as I opened my mouth in a desperate attempt to catch some air. Pulling me in, she pierced my mouth with her tongue and began kissing me with a hungered need to taste my tongue, my lips and now my face. Maggie was on fire and filled with a power and strength that only she was able to control me with. Never before has another woman been able to get me to this level of desire, to this level of submission.

Her succulent lips and tongue trailed from my mouth and face to my neck and then ever so gently to my chest. I feared that something else was just around the corner. “Please, Ma’am. Please no more,” I whispered in her ear as she continued to kiss my bare chest. Fresh droplets of blood from the new scratches were appearing on the wounds. “You amaze me, sweet boi,” Maggie said in a warm soothing voice, “You obviously haven’t learned to remain silent other than to say, Ma’am responses. I also see that you feel a need to beg. So, I’ll be sure to give you a reason to beg before daylight approaches. This is nothing. Prepare yourself for what’s yet to come,” Maggie announced as both hands slapped my chest with a force that surprised me yet again. I was exhausted from the bursts of adrenaline but I was aroused more than anything. My desire to rip her clothes off and have my way with her was overwhelmingly painful. I wanted to thrust my cock inside her hot wet pussy. I wanted to feel her take me in and wrap herself around me. I wanted to suck her nipples into my mouth and bite them with the force that she was inflicting on me. I wanted her to feel this mix of pain and pleasure too. Most of all I wanted to get her just before the point of no return and then when she thought she could no longer take the suspense I wanted her to beg for me to eat her pussy with the hunger of someone who has not eaten in days. I wanted her to beg! I wanted her to know what I was experiencing. Maybe she has before. Then again, maybe she has no clue what it is to be submissive.

My hands were still holding on to her when I felt the sting of her slaps. My reflex reaction was to grip tightly. I shook my head in disbelief and then lowered it, knowing I had yet again made a fatal error on my behalf. I could feel her body react to my hands gripping her waist. I knew I would pay for it later. She shot me an expression that said loud and clear that I had goofed again. I watched as she buttoned several, but not all, of the buttons on my shirt. She did not fasten the button on my jeans either nor zip them closed but instead began to remove my belt from the loops. The first thought that ran through my head was that she planned to whip me with my own belt. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. Instead she fashioned the belt around my neck, and pulled it snug. “Hold your pants up as we walk and should you say one word, I’ll gag you. Do I make myself clear?” Maggie said with a tug of the belt. “Yes, Ma’am,” I responded as I grabbed the waistband of my jeans. “Not one word!” was her final command as she led me to her room.

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The night air blew nicely through the open corridors of the riverboat cooling the sweat that was still dripping down my face and body. The scratches were stinging and itching as sweat rolled over each of the wounds. I fidgeted as we walked, trying to rub the scratches with my shirt so the itching would subside. “Stop flounder back there,” Maggie said without faltering in stride. I was beginning to wonder what was next as we rounded a corner and I could see two housemaids walking in our direction. “Ma… Ma’am.” I began to say in a desperate attempt to let her know I did not feel comfortable being paraded around as a pet for others to see. Her abrupt stop caught me off guard and I walked right into her. She quickly spun around with the tips of her hair brushing across my face as she did. The housemaids were now a few doors away and I could see their delight in this public display of submission. The look I received from Maggie was one that I had not seen before. Maybe it was because I had never been with a Dominatrix before. I don’t know. I had to wonder if this was who Ms. Maggie Allure really was. Releasing the belt from her hand she reached in her purse and pulled out a pair of white-laced panties. Obviously the ones she had removed before returning to the dinner table earlier this evening. She pried my mouth open and forced the panties inside. Instantly I could taste the sweetness of her pussy juices in my mouth. She had been wet before removing them from her body and they were covered in her sweet wet taste. Grabbing the belt again she returned to walking me down the corridor as if nothing had happened. “Good evening, Ms,” both housemaids said as they walked past us. Maggie returned the greeting and continued to walk. I looked away from their stares but noticed that both of them were overtaken with a lustful look of arousal. Initially I was embarrassed but now as I continued to walk away with Maggie pulling me along and gag in mouth, I felt a sense of belonging. I belonged to her and not in some ownership sort of way but well, in a willingness to relinquish my identity as I’ve known it all along and be who she wanted me to be. It felt right. Deep down this was who I knew I was. Belonging to someone else. Yes, I truly belonged to her! If but only for this night, it felt incredible! I belonged to Ms. Maggie Allure!

As we approached her room another housemaid was standing at the entrance with fresh towels in hand. “Shall I draw a bath for you, Ms?” asked the maid. “No. That won’t be necessary tonight. Just leave the towels in the bathroom and close the door on your way out,” Maggie commanded as we entered her cabin. This must have been one of her private housemaids because she had absolutely no reaction to what was going on with this beautiful lady and myself. It was as if it was commonplace to see her pulling someone along by a makeshift leash. “Yes, Ms. and the wait staff will be here in just a few moments with your dinner from earlier, “ said the housemaid as she scurried around to supply the bathroom with the fresh towels. I was left to stand in the center of the room. Looking around I subconsciously let go of the grip on my jeans and began to reach for the panties still in my mouth. “Did I give you permission to do anything other than stand there?” came Maggie’s words in a warm sultry hush as she walked up and stood with her body pressed against mine. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she spoke and the smell of her perfume was maddening to my senses. Unable to speak I lowered my hands and gathered the waistband of my jeans again. “Drop to your knees, little boi,” she went on to say ever so softly, “You’re not worthy of looking into my eyes right now.” She pressed her hands to my shoulders gesturing for me to lower myself to her dominance. This wasn’t any better I thought. Now I’m knelt before her at a level that could be nothing more than torturous. I could smell everything about her and I craved to taste her pussy in my mouth. “Look up, sweet boi,” Maggie whispered realizing the possible thoughts dancing around in my mind. Her hands were now holding the sides of my head still. “I know what your thinking and you’re not worthy of that right now either,” she said with a teasing grin. She walked away and lowering my gaze back down I exhaled a deep breath of frustration.

The maid was walking toward the bed to pull back the covers when the silence in the cabin was broken, “You’re done now, thank you. You may leave.” As the housemaid exited, the waitress from earlier entered the room shutting the door behind her. She was wearing a fresh outfit and her hair had been done up nicely. She looked refreshed and ready for her role in this mysterious yet seductive evening of events.

“Stand and come here to me, sweet boi. I want out of this dress,” Maggie said with the sweetest of invitations. Standing to my feet I walked over and let go of the grip on my jeans. Reaching up I began to assist in removing her dress. Her skin was soft to the touch and her color was a smooth milky white. Her breasts were soft but firm and as I remembered from earlier in the day, full. Nipples stood at attention as the air in the cabin hit their nakedness. I wanted desperately to touch her. My hands rebelliously cupped her breasts and my thumbs began to stroke her hard nipples. Her hands wrapped around my wrists bringing my actions to a stop. “That, sweet boi, is not permitted,” Maggie said as she removed my hands from her breasts and smiled flirtatiously. She sat down on a nearby loveseat covered in fine crushed velvet with all her naked glory as she motioned for the waitress woman to bring the food cart over. The waitress poured her a fresh glass of wine and busily hurried with the task at hand. “Step out of your pants and continue to remove the rest of your clothes, little boi,” Maggie said as she began to indulge in her late night feast. I kicked off my shoes and did as she commanded. I could feel myself becoming further aroused as I thought how hot this scene must look from a spectator’s point of view but it was even hotter knowing that I was actually a part of it all.

As my clothes fell to the floor and I was now in all my nakedness before her, I began to reach for the belt that was still wrapped around my neck. “No! Keep that on and before you think of doing anything with your gag again, don’t,” Maggie commanded of me. As she patted the floor with her beautifully delicate foot and finely pedicured toes she said, “Come and kneel beside me. You must be ravenous by now, my sweet little boi. Come. Let me feed you some food as our guest stretches out across the bed and plays with herself until we’re finished.” I lowered to my knees at her side and she slowly removed her makeshift gag from my mouth. She then extended a forkful of food and began to feed me as if I was helpless in feeding myself. I continued to look at her as we ate our late night meal. While she watched the waitress touching her bare pussy between spread legs she began to place bites of food on her thigh, belly, breasts and at the top of her pubic hairline. “Eat up, little boi, you’re going to need your energy,” Maggie said in a soft sensual whisper. I followed the trail of food she was leaving for me to eat. Licking her body everywhere I could to make sure that there was no trace of food remaining. The taste of the food was delicious but tasting her was a sweet sensation that I was willing to indulge in all night long. Her hand rested on my head as I ate my final bite of food that had been placed just above her pussy. Her nails began to soothingly scratch my scalp and neckline. Goose bumps covered my body as I licked the patch of hair between her legs. She grabbed a handful of my hair and raised my head so that she could look into my eyes with hers, “No no, my sweet boi, you’re not deserving of tasting me there. Remember you had a need to beg earlier this evening and I’ll see to it that you get that need met.” She playfully pushed me away and reached for her wine glass. “Go over and stand facing the foot of the bed,” was my next command as she stood with glass in hand and began to walk over to the nightstand at the other end. “You can stop what you’re doing,” Maggie said to the waitress who was obviously enjoying herself to an almost near climactic finish. “I want you to get on your hands and knees and back your ass up to my little boi.” My cock was standing erect and I was feeling an increase in arousal as I felt the hem of the woman’s uniform skirt touching my naked thighs. “Place your hands on our guest’s hips, sweet boi, and remain still while I prepare things,” Maggie commanded. “Yes, Ma’am,” I responded as I could feel the head of my cock touching the wet juices of the waitress’ pussy. A slight moan came from both of us as we anticipated what was to come next.

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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.