Toying with Richard by Suzzie Spears

Here is the sequel to Executive Toy. More tales of domination from Stephanie, as she now has Richard firmly in her grasp and has to teach him to obey orders.

Richard turned the key to the door of his Mistress’ flat and let himself in. The familiar seductive smell of her perfume came to meet him.

“Mmmmm” he murmured.

He smiled as he thought of that first time he had come here and how she had contrived a story about needing help with her car and then him having to take a shower to get clean again. What an idiot he had been to fall for it.

He remembered so vividly the embarrassment of standing there naked before her, his hands cupped around his penis and balls in a vain attempt to hide himself. She had taken his hand away then and his erection, produced because she was wearing the tightest black corset imaginable with her breasts scarcely being contained, had sprung out from under his hand. She had laughed at his obvious discomfort.

Then she had led him to her bedroom and had him kneel on the floor. She had stood over him as she removed her panties. He’d never forget the first sight of her gorgeous red pubes as she sat back on the bed, legs parted, inviting him to touch and taste, allowing him to use his fingers, his lips and his tongue on her.

“Mmmmm” Richard said again.

He could feel an erection growing in his pants, an erection that he was not allowed to do anything about.

Sometimes Stephanie would phone or text him and order him to masturbate. When they were at work, she would send him e-mails. Then she would look over at him from across the other side of the office and watch him as he obeyed her instructions to go and masturbate in the loos, or to put his tiny nipple clamps on under his shirt. But without her permission he was not allowed to play.

Richard’s daydream was interrupted by his mobile. He looked and saw it was Stephanie calling him.

“Yes, Mistress” he said

“Are you home yet Richard?”

“Yes Mistress” he replied.

“I’ll be home in 20 minutes. There’s something you need to do before I get there. Go into my bedroom and take a look inside the bedside drawer.”

Richard did as he was told.

“What do you see in there, right on top?” she asked him.

Richard looked and saw a length of black satin ribbon.

“Take it out and smell it,” she commanded

The strong sweet smell of her pussy juices replaced the smell of her perfume as he lifted it to his face.

“I was wearing that inside all last night Richard. I tucked it inside to make it nice and perfumed for you.”

“Oh god, “ he whispered.

“Now get undressed,” she instructed, “After I’ve hung up I want you to take the ribbon and tie it VERY tightly around the base of your penis. I want it very tight. I’ll be checking later. Then you are to go and kneel behind the front door and wait for me to get home. Do you understand?” she asked.

“Yes Mistress” he replied, “Do you…” but she had already hung up.

Richard took hold of the ribbon again and sniffed it. Then he opened it out, took hold of his penis and tied it carefully around the base just as he had been instructed. How tight was tight? He wondered.

He looked in the drawer again. There was that black leather paddle she had used on him that first evening, and her floggers. Soft, medium and heavy weight, all made of leather, all used on him.

“Shit” he said as he looked down at himself.

He now had a huge erection and the ribbon was digging into him painfully. He tried to adjust the ribbon, but that only made it worse. It was bloody painful, but was erotic at the same time.

He closed the drawer, left the room and took up his place kneeling behind the door.

As he knelt there his mind began to wander again, to imagine what they would be doing when she returned from work. The ribbon cut into him again, this time more painfully and he resolved to think about other things.

The door opened suddenly.

“Well done Richard, I came home early so I could check your obedience. You passed.” Stephanie purred at him, as she stepped inside her flat and stood with her shoes inches from his face. He looked up at her and smiled

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She screamed at him. “I did not give you permission to raise your head.”

“I’m sorry Mistress, I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you never do” she shouted back at him. “Go and get my tawse.”

Richard hurried to get the brown leather tawse. He knew this was going to be painful.

“Bend over the arm of the sofa” she commanded. “Not like that, get your torso all the way down, with your bum high in the air”

Richard did his best to follow her instructions. He didn’t want to make her angrier with him. He closed his eyes, gripped the edge of the cushion in front of him and waited for the first sharp sting of the leather to hit his rear. He didn’t have to wait long.

“Ow” he blurted out

“Shut up” she said. “The more noise you make the more I’ll give you.”

Richard bit his lip desperately trying to contain any noise as the tawse repeatedly slapped him on the bottom. He could feel his skin burning.

“I don’t allow you to come here just for my benefit Richard, I do it for you too” she told him as she continued to strap him. “You seem to forget how lucky you are.”

After what seemed an age she stopped. Richard stayed where he was, not daring to move an inch.

Stephanie went over and knelt down on the floor beside him, level with his face.

“You really can be very naughty,” she said to him softly as she stroked his head.

She reached around to his bottom and stroked that softly too, fingering the lines that she had made on it with her tawse. She saw the pain in his eyes as she touched the sore patches.
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“Well done for taking your punishment properly” she whispered to him. “I think you can have a reward now.”

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. Then she removed her white lacy bra and allowed her huge breasts to spill out freely. She cupped one breast in her hand, took hold of Richard’s head and pulled it towards her.

Richard loved being allowed to have her nipples in his mouth, loved being able to turn her on and make her pussy juices start to flow by what he could do with his tongue and lips. He began by circling her nipple with his tongue; he could feel the skin tighten and the nipple go erect. He flicked it lightly with the tip of his tongue, kissed it, licked it, gently sucking it at first, and then working at it harder. He could hear her breathing change and he knew he was turning her on, exciting her, pleasing her. He felt his own erection growing again; he felt the ribbon cutting into him.

“Lay back on the sofa” she said suddenly.

He did as he was told. The leather of the sofa made the weals on his bottom sting as slid into place. Stephanie hitched up her skirt, opened her legs and put one either side of his head straddling his face.

“Can you see what you’ve done to me with your tongue Richard?” she asked

Richard looked up at the hot wet pussy that was inches from his face. He could smell her juices. He could feel the warmth emanating from her pussy. He could see the wetness glistening on her pubes and her labia.

“Yes Mistress” he murmured.

Stephanie reached down and took his penis in her hand. She teased it gently, pulling his foreskin up and down with her thumb and forefingers.

“That ribbon does look nice and tight” she said “let’s see if we can make it any tighter for you”

Stephanie moved herself even closer down towards his face. Her pubes were now touching his cheeks. He knew that if stretched his tongue out to its fullest extent he would be able to lick some of those delicious juices. He felt the ribbon tighten. This was damned painful, yet absolutely wonderful.

He felt her hand move again on his penis, teasing him ever harder. Then she sat down on his face. This was the invitation he had been waiting for. His face was covered in her, in her juices, in her skin, in her smell, in her dominance, in all of her.

He slid his tongue into her pussy and tasted. He moved it up to her clit and began to circle that just like he had done with her nipple. He knew she loved what he was doing. He began to suck at her clit. He could feel her clenching and releasing the muscles in her legs and vagina as she responded to what he was doing. She began to move herself slowly backwards and forwards on his tongue, showing him what she wanted from him.

He felt his penis being teased again. This was agony.

“Shall I release you from my ribbon?” she asked

He tried to reply, but the flesh of her thighs and pussy muffled his voice. She laughed and then slowly undid the ribbon.

She gripped his head with her thighs. She dug her nails into his chest as she leant on it and used it to press against to get the movement she required. Richard worked harder, darting his tongue in and out of her cunt and around and over her clit.

Her thighs clung to him tighter; her movements on his face became even more urgent, until there was a moment of stillness and silence immediately followed by a series of slow and sensual grunts as she orgasmed onto his face.

Stephanie knelt back on the floor next to him. Picking up the ribbon, she looked him right in the eye, wiped herself with it and put it inside Richards’s mouth.

“There you are,” she said “something nice for you to suck on whilst I go over and sit in that chair and watch whilst you wank for me.

And that is exactly what Richard did.