Bench Press
By Xanthippe
It was a hot day in August. Bob was working in his garage/workshop. It was a labor of love for him. He was making a sex chair for Sheila.
Sheila was his boss’ secretary. She had always been friendly with him, but not personal. She was aloof without being cold. She had never overstepped the bounds of office etiquette even though they were both single. Well, actually Bob was widowed and Sheila had never married. She was always dressed nicely…business attire, to be sure, but sexy at the same time. She was a short, dark haired, oval faced, thirty-something with green eyes and a killer body. He had sought her out at the company awards dinner and they made small talk for awhile. But even with the drinks, he went home alone. She had declined his invitations for drinks on several other occasions. He offered dinner once, but again she refused. He gave up.
Weeks later, during a conversation in the coffee room, she learned he had a made a cocktail table for his aunt for her birthday. Sheila then became more interested in him. And began to smile at him when they would meet in the hallways or in the elevator. One Monday morning she asked him to make her a chair for her bedroom. He agreed immediately.
She told him that she wanted a chair for sex. She wanted one that she could sit in while her lover serviced her. He was stunned. No he was more than stunned. He was flummoxed. She had never spoken to him like this before. He agreed…of course he agreed…he agreed with enthusiasm…with alacrity.
Boldly, he asked if he could volunteer to test it with her.
“Of course” she said. “As they say in Field of Dreams, If you build it…I will cum.” They both laughed. “No, seriously, we’ll try it out together. But if we do…you’ll have to lick and suck my pussy for an entire hour…Agreed?” He nodded and she winked at him. He was ecstatic. “Just to get you into the mood, I want to show you something.” She slid her skirt up her body to her waist. He looked at her pantyhose covered legs and got an immediate hard-on. She pointed to the area on her thighs just below her red panty-covered crotch. “You see these?” she asked. He noticed that there were lines or something on the insides of both thighs. The lines looked like the outline of an ear on both legs. “This is where your ears will be when we use the chair. You will lick and suck and I’ll cum for you. Do you want to put your ears there now?”
“Hell yes” he replied. “What are those? Tattoos or something?”
“Exactly! I had them put on so my lovers will always know what is expected of them. Do you understand?”
“I understand perfectly…in fact, I’ll do it now…right here…please just let me kiss it once…just once.”
She lowered her skirt and said “Waiting will make it better. Everytime you see me walk by your desk, you’ll think about the ear outlines and what it will be like when you put your ears on them.”
Without another word, she turned and walked away.
Later that day, she gave him a sketch she had drawn. It was of a chair with long legs and a teeter-tauter type board underneath that would pivot and bring the head of the eater up into position between the legs of the eatee. She would be on vacation the next two weeks and wanted it for a party on next Saturday. If he completed it before Friday, she would let him try it out with her then. Again she mentioned ‘for an hour’. She gave him her phone number and her address. He was still awed. He never expected something like this from her.
The next few evenings, after work, he had worked on ‘The Project’. He purchased a wooden captain’s chair with padded armrests and backrest.
He extended the legs and re-did the bracings on the chair. He moved them down so the teeterboard would fit under it easily without restricting the movement or the access of the eater. Then he reinforced them with angle iron. It was sturdy and resembled a highchair for an adult. For clearance for his head, he had cut away a half circle in the front portion of the chair seat and sanded it smooth.
He had constructed the slant board to correspond to the chair height. The wooden lever that moved the board from horizontal to the correct angle was on the side where she could reach it easily. When she pulled it, it would lower his feet and raise his head to the just the right angle and height for him to kiss her pussy. He made the board as wide as his shoulders all the way down to the foot end. The part that would support his head was much narrower. He did not want the board to chafe her sensitive parts. The whole thing was attached to the chair by a pivot rod between the rear legs of the chair.
All the time he worked his dick was hard. He fantasized about her incessantly. How would she look naked…was she trimmed or shaved…how would her nipples look…did she have a tattoo…was she pierced? It went on and on. She was constantly on his mind. She had said that she wanted his head between her legs for at least an hour. He was looking forward to eating her pussy, but ‘an hour’, he wasn’t sure he could do it that long. Would she blow him afterward or fuck him…or maybe both. In any event, he was eager for her.
He called her on Wednesday night. She came over to his house once and tried it for size. She sat on the high chair and pulled the lever. The board tilted and brought the board into position, but the height was not right. She wanted it closer. She told him to adjust the seat another two inches. Then she left.
He did more than that. By re-bracketing the extensions he was able raise the seat. Then he padded the seat with foam rubber and covered it with black leather from Tandys. The end results were the same, but it looked much better. He also put the same padding on the tilt board. He might as well be comfortable too.
He lay down on the board and pushed the lever. It worked fine…but the narrow support for his head was too weak. It cracked. When he tried to move it back, it snapped off. ‘Now what?’ he thought. How do I fix this?
He went to the antique store at Elm Square and bought an old barber’s chair headrest. He almost bought the whole chair, but it was rotted and smelled fusty. At home he attached the headrest to the board where it had broken. It looked pretty good; it was a lot more stable and was adjustable too. He was really getting into this. Maybe he could patent this design and make a few bucks. He could call it the ‘dessert chair’.
He positioned himself on the board. He pushed the lever again. This time it went well. The board tilted at the correct angle bringing his face up to a point right in front of the cutaway seat. He adjusted the headrest. It was perfect! He was satisfied. He wondered if she would be.
He lay there for awhile and tried to relax. He could not. He couldn’t put his arms at his sides. There was no room; the board was too narrow. He did not want to start over with a wider board…besides, a wider board wouldn’t fit under the chair. He crossed his arms in front. That didn’t feel comfortable either. He needed something to hold him stable on the board. He tried a couple of lengths of rope. That worked but it cut into his sides. He couldn’t be like that for an hour either. Finally he cut up some old trouser belts and made a strap affair that he could use to secure himself, one around his thighs and one around his chest. He redyed the belts to match the rest of the leather. He put wooden sidepieces at the foot end of the board. They would keep his feet from slipping off. If he held onto the front chair legs with his hands, he could be comfortable.
It looked great!
He called her the next day. She came over in the evening. She sat in the chair. He lay on the board. She pulled the lever and the board brought him up. His face was directly in front of the crotch on her jeans. He could detect a faint musky aroma. His dick was hard again. If she were naked, it would be perfect.
She got up and so did he. She was pleased. He was beaming with pride. His dick was beaming also…but with lust. She saw the tented trousers and smiled. “I see you’re excited about the chair too.”
“Well…not so much the chair as the one who’ll be sitting on it. I’d like to try it ‘for real’ now. Can we?”
“I said Friday…and Friday it will be.” She walked around the chair and said “I love it, but, could you make a foot rest for it? I won’t be able to sit in it for any length of time with my feet dangling…just something simple.”
She showed him where the rest should go and he set about to get it done. She asked about the cost so far and he gave her the receipts for the purchase of the chair and the wood and the other materials that he used to make the chair. She wrote him a check.
As she was leaving, she said “Bring it over to my place about 6 PM on Friday. We’ll try it then. Oh yeah, don’t forget the mask.”
“What mask?” he asked. “I don’t know anything about a mask.”
“Well,” she said, “I’ll want to take pictures and if you don’t want to be immortalized on film….”
“OK, I get it, I’ll buy a mask of some sort.”
“Get one of those ‘full head’ leather masks at one of the fetish stores on Clark Street. Get one that laces up the back. Just ask them, they’ll know.” Then she left.
He worked on the footrest. It was easy. He attached it to the chair with bolts. That way it could be loosened for adjustment. He used some leftover foam rubber and leather from the seat and padded it.
It was finished. He measured the chair and the board and made copious notes on the construction. He took several photos of it too. If he ever made another one, he would not have to start from scratch.
On Friday, he put it in the back of his pick up and drove to her house. He was impressed. It was a big house on a large lot. It had flowers and shrubs in the front and trees on the sides. It was imposing. There was no car in the driveway.
He was about 20 minutes early. He wondered if he should wait. He drove around to a near-by gas station and waited. He was very anxious. His love life had been rather spotty lately. Marion had died about six months ago when her car went off the embankment into Lake Charles. They had been married for twelve years. He had loved her, but she was gone. They had no kids, just Max the dog. He had tried getting back into the dating game but he couldn’t ‘commit’ to a relationship. This idea of sex with Sheila was exciting. He was tired of ‘whipping his weasel’.
Just before six, he drove back to her house. Her blue Jeep was now parked in the driveway. He got out and rang the doorbell. She answered the door in jeans and a sweatshirt. He was grinning widely. She smiled at him and invited him in. She took him to a rear bedroom that was covered with floor to ceiling mirrors on two walls. The windows were curtained and shaded. There was a carpet on the floor and nothing more…no furniture.
“Put it in the center of the room facing the mirrors, James. I want to be able to see myself coming and going. She laughed; his grin got wider.
Together they moved the chair and the board into the room. He began to assemble the unit and she went to the kitchen. She returned with a tall, flat-topped stool and placed it next to the chair to use as a little table. She then got some red wine for her and a beer for him. He was thinking as he worked; he was thinking about her and how grateful she would be. He was proud of the chair and knew that she would be pleased. His dick twitched. Soon, he thought, soon I’ll be fucking her hot little pussy. The more he thought, the more he twitched. They drank the beer and wine as she helped him assemble the unit. She sat in it and adjusted the footrest. At her direction, he set-up and focused the video camera and put in a new blank tape. It was done. It was perfect. She was very pleased and she said so. He was nervous and excited. His dick was still twitching in his pants. He wanted to start.
She went upstairs to change and he went out to the car to get the mask that he had forgotten on the front seat.
He had tried it on once at home. It was made of black leather and covered his whole head. It had laces in the back to adjust the fit. There were zippered openings for his eyes and a nose hole. The large mouth opening had a Velcro flap across it. There were also small holes for the ears. All in all it was uncomfortable and his head was sweating when he took it off.
Now, however he could not wait to put it on. He went into the front room to wait for her. He was hot. He paced around the room. He sat down on the sofa. He got up and paced some more.
She entered the room and approached him. She was wearing a long terry cloth robe. She was smiling. She knew what was going to happen. He thought that he knew also.
They went to the other room. He put on the mask, lay down on the board and strapped himself in. He was comfortable and eager. She turned on the video camera and walked over to the side of the chair, she moved the lever and the board swung into position. She walked around the chair and looked down on him.
“Do the zippers on the mask work?” she asked.
“I tried them a couple of times and they seem a little stiff, but I’m sure that they will loosen up.” he said.
She zipped the eyeholes closed and while he was unable to see, she grabbed his wrists and handcuffed them under the board. His protests were muffled when she closed the Velcro mouth cover. She had him. He was helpless and unable to move…except for his head and that she remedied next. She undid the laces at the back of the mask that held it tightly to his face and retied them around his headrest. He was now immobile. She left him there…mumbling through the mask and trying to squirm free.
After a while, she returned. She brought another glass of wine and her cigarettes. She also brought a leather, battery powered dog-training collar that she placed around his neck and locked it on with a padlock. He was captured…really captured. There would be no escape. She put the remote control on the stool where she could reach it, opened her robe and mounted the chair. She settled into the seat and lit a cigarette. She was ready. She moved the lever and he swung up between her legs. She unzipped the eyeholes. He was frightened and she could see it in his eyes.
“Just calm down. I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to have all the control. You’ll still get to eat my pussy, as I promised. Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that what you came for?”
He was struggling against his bonds and she told him to stop. He persisted and she showed him the remote. “This is how I control my dogs and I’m sure it will work on you. If you don’t stop fidgeting, I’ll zap you.”
He mumbled something through the leather mouth cover. She could not understand him and she tore open the covering off of his mouth.
“What are you doing? It’s not supposed to be this way. I can’t move. I can’t even move my head. Let me out of here. Let me out NOW!
“Isn’t this what you wanted, Bob…my pussy on your face? Can you smell me? I can, I can smell it way up here. Isn’t this what you wanted…to kiss my pussy…to kiss and lick it?”
“Yeah, but not this way…I…”
She zapped him. He howled and his head jerked when he felt the electric shock run through his neck. It hurt…it really hurt. He didn’t think that it would hurt so much, but it did.
The phone rang in the kitchen. She covered his mouth and left the room. She took the remote with her.
She had not even gotten to the phone, when she heard him rattling the handcuffs as he struggled to free himself. She zapped him. He howled and the rattling stopped.
Bob could not hear the conversation…just an occasional laugh. He was in trouble and he knew it. This was not turning out to be the way he thought it would.
She came back and sat in the chair. She opened his mouth cover. He started to protest again and she showed him the remote. He stopped talking in mid-word. She moved forward and pressed the wet crotch of her sheer pink panties onto his face. “Lick me…lick me through my panties. Taste it, Bob, taste how hot I am. Lick me now.”
He tried to talk but her panty-covered pussy muffled his words. Breathing through his nose, he could smell her heady fragrance. It was a strong smell and very sexy. She WAS hot. He began to lick her. The taste was sweet…even through the panties it was sweet
“That’s it. That’s it. Lick it, taste it, smell it. Oh, yes, that’s it. Keep going…more…more…more.”
She closed her robe over his face and relaxed. She smoked a cigarette and drank her wine. It was heaven for her…sweet heaven. His mouth was busy on her and she was getting hotter. The panties kept him from pushing his tongue inside and her position kept him from reaching her clit. Otherwise, she would have cum already.
She lowered the board and got off the chair. As soon as his mouth was free, he started pleading to be released. She shut him up by closing the Velcro across his mouth. She left the room.
As she was pouring another glass of wine in the kitchen, she heard him rattling the cuffs again. She zapped, he howled. She returned to the room, put a new tape in the video camera and changed the battery.
She got into the chair and opened her robe. The panties were gone. He could see her pussy. It was beautiful…smooth and bald…not a hair. It was wet too. He could see the dew on her lips as she settled into position.
Even with the board down, he could smell her musky aroma. It was stronger now, more intoxicating. He wanted to tell her how pretty it looked, but he was afraid that she wouldn’t hear him correctly through the mask and would zap him before it could make himself understood. He watched in silence as she adjusted herself in the chair and put her feet on the rest.
She moved the lever and his head swung up. She opened the mouth flap and moved forward.
He licked the dew from her slit. It was sweeter than through the panties. He pushed his tongue as far into her as he could. This could be worse, he thought, she could taste like a lemon or something. I can do this. If I make her cum, she’ll let me go. I know it. He started to lick.
She was happy. No, happy isn’t strong enough, she thought. She was blissful. Yeah, that’s it blissful. Bob was doing without being told to. He was starting to know his place. He would work out just fine. She relaxed and let herself drift.
His oral skills were good, but it was not the way he was doing it that made her so excited. He was licking her, but it was not only the sure licking of an accomplished pussy eater trying to get his woman to orgasm, but also the tentative and cautious licking of a timid man who was fearful and worried. She had changed him. Just by binding him to the board and taking away his ability to move and speak without her assistance or permission. He was completely in her thrall. She was euphoric.
The licking continued. Her pussy juice was flowing freely, now. She could feel it. She could hear him slurp it up as he serviced her…that’s it…he’s servicing me…his only concern is to pleasure me…make me happy…happy and blissful. “Lick it up, Bob, lick it up, I’ll make more…more sweet syrup for your tongue. Taste it. Taste me. Taste my hot juice.”
She was rising now…beginning to float. It was not just the pressure or the motion of the tongue in her pussy that was exciting. It was also the fact that she had one hundred percent complete control of him. His tongue moved quickly and with a steady rhythm. His mouth seemed hungrier now, more insistent. He wanted her cum. He wanted her ooze. Oh, that’s funny she thought…ooze from my cooze… She chuckled to herself.
His tongue was tired and his jaw ached. He wanted to stop, but he knew that she would not let him rest until she orgasmed. He did not want to get zapped again. He licked and licked. If she would let him at her clit, he could finish her. Every time he tried to reach it, she would move. ‘Lick me…lick me’ she kept saying ‘just lick me’. I’ll lick her; I’ll lick her to death from the inside. He increased the tempo of his tongue. He tried to find her G-spot. He tried to swirl her. He traced the alphabet with his tongue. He was trying everything…every pussy-eating trick that he knew or ever heard about. He heard her breathing change. She was getting close. Soon, he hoped, soon.
She tried to relax and enjoy the build-up. She could not. She was too excited…too energized. The rush to her orgasm was gaining momentum far too quickly. She didn’t want it to be so fast, not the first one anyway. She moved back slightly in the chair. The contact with his tongue was lessened. He could now only reach the outer lips of her steamy quim. Then she heard him whimper…whimper like a child. She loved it. There was probably nothing else he could have done to please her more. She quivered with power.
“Now Bob, let’s not hurry.” She said. “I’m in charge here and I’m really enjoying this.”
“Oh please…please Sheila…after I make you cum, will you let me go?” he asked. “I don’t like being tied up and I’m not comfortable. I can’t move and I…”
She silenced him by showing him the remote and moving forward in the chair. Her pussy was again in full contact with his mouth. She pressed down on him and said, “Just do your job. Eat me. Eat me good. Lick my pussy. Lick it deep. Fuck me with your tongue.”
His tongue was moving in her again. She continued “Taste me. Taste my cream…my sweet cream. I know you want it. You said you could last an hour. It hasn’t even been ten minutes. You have a long way to go. I may even keep you here forever…right here…in this room…forever. You are just a pussy slave…my pussy slave…my little pussy licking slave.”
Her own words excited her greatly. She had never said it out loud before. It was true. She had her own slave to eat her. She had used slaves belonging to other Doms, but Bob was hers to use as long and as often and as fast or slow as she wanted. He was captured. She was high on power and needed to cum. She urged him on “Lick it, lick it, lick it, taste it, suck it up. Oh my little slave, I know you want it. Lick…Lick…Lick me good.”
Then he did it again…whimpered. She looked down into his pleading eyes. “Are you begging for it? Is that what you are doing?”
He nodded as best he could without stopping his ministrations. She smiled. “Beg some more…beg me with your eyes. Beg me with your tongue and your lips, tell me how much you want it. Beg my pussy…beg it for the sweetness it has waiting for you…beg…beg…beg.
All she heard was mumbling, but she knew from the pleading tone and the increase of the tongue speed that he was begging…just as she had directed. She was in charge. She had the power and the control. She was in command. These feelings, these wonderful feelings welled up inside her…power…command…control.
She would be benevolent. She would allow him to have it…have what he was begging for. She reached down and touched her clit…softly…slowly she rubbed.
He saw her and he began to moan…a deep sensual moan. ‘It worked’ he thought, ‘the begging worked.’ She was going to cum. He tried to lick faster and harder. He watched her face as she began to swoon. He would soon be free…free to run and never look back. He would quit his job. He would leave the state…the country…anywhere but here. ‘Just let me go, and I’ll be out-of-Dodge in five seconds. You’ll never see me again…ever.’
She let the euphoria take her higher. She rubbed and he licked. She smiled and he begged. The combination was more intoxicating than the wine.
She felt it start. First a small quiver…then another…and then a shudder as she rode the tempest to the crest…higher…higher…to the top.
It hit like a hammer. She leaned her head back let it take her. Her body shook and her soul soared. She was ‘there’, wherever ‘there’ was and she sighed…a contented, blissful sigh…a sigh of relief…a sigh of rapture. She looked in the mirror and smiled at what she saw.
He was busy…busy sucking her pussy and licking up the juice. He had never had a woman juice so much. It had a different taste than her lubrication juice…stronger…more intoxicating.
She let him lick and slurp the sauce from her. She was feeding him and nourishing him and giving him the essence of her body. Soon, he would thirst for it more than his freedom. He would learn. She would see to that. As he cleaned her, she spoke softly to him. She told him how he had pleased her…how he had made her happy with his mouth and tongue. She told him how his begging had touched her with its sincerity. She smiled at him...warmly…softly…with tenderness. He smiled back with his eyes and finished his sweet reward.
She lowered the board and got up from the chair.
With his mouth free now, he asked her if he could go home.
She laughed a little laugh and said “Bob, you are home. This will be your home for the rest of your life. You will live here with me. You are mine…mine to control and mine to use. I will train you to care for me in any way that I see fit. You belong to me…body and soul. Your mouth is mine, and your tongue is mine. And of course, this is mine.” she said, grabbing the front of his pants.
She unzipped his fly and took out his dick. It was a nice dick…nothing special…but nice. She asked him if he wanted to cum as she massaged him to hardness.
He wanted to protest...to scream…to shout, holler, yell and rant at this woman who stood before him. He wanted to rage and fight. He wanted to, but he didn’t. He just cried…big tears.
“Please let me go.” He sobbed. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I know you’ll be good, Bob, I know you’ll obey me in every way…for two reasons. One, you will obey my every request because it is a command from your queen…and two, because if you don’t, I’ll increase the voltage in the collar and zap you to death.”
“Now that we have that out of the way, do you want to cum or not.”
Bob didn’t answer. He was stunned. Zapped to death…holy shit…this was more serious that he thought. He looked into her eyes to see if she was kidding. But, he could tell by her face that she wasn’t.
“Don’t be foolish, Bob, these opportunities for you to cum will not happen often. But in the spirit of moment and because I want you to know how much you have pleased me, I’ll let you fuck me…or rather I’ll fuck you.”
She straddled his bound body and inserted his hard dick into her hotness. She held onto the back of the chair and moved her body in a rocking motion, impaling herself to the hilt and then backing off until just the tip was in her. She would wait a second or two before repeating the motion.
“Cum for me, my little pussy slave. Cum deep in my sweet cunt. Give me that big load. Give it to me. Give it to me. It’s mine!” She increased her pelvic speed; he got hotter.
“But remember this, my little pussy slave, whatever comes out of my pussy, goes right into your mouth. Not just this time, but every time, ever and always.”
He went over the edge. He grunted as his balls emptied into the throbbing, pumping core of her pussy.
When she felt the spurting stop, she stood up and held her pussy lips closed. She mounted the chair and pulled the lever. He face appeared between her thighs and she slipped forward onto his mouth.
“Open wide. Here it is…hot and sticky.”
His mouth remained closed until he saw her reach for the remote. Then he opened his mouth and licked his own seed from her sopping slit.
“I’ll bet it doesn’t taste as good as the pure girl cum you had before, does it?”
He shook his head slightly.
“Just clean me up, my pet and I’ll let you rinse your mouth.”
He hated it, but he licked it up anyway. He could taste the sliminess of it but it wasn’t bad. He could handle this. ‘Just let me go.’ He thought.
She drank her wine and smoked as he swirled his tongue in her pussy. She even helped him get all the cum from her pussy by coughing. Doing that contracted her vaginal muscles and coaxed the fluid from her canal. She wanted to make sure he got it all.
She finished her cigarette and sipped her wine.
Now it was time. This was going to be the best yet.
“Time to rinse your mouth, now.” she said. "I’ve been drinking this delicious red wine and it makes me feel mellow. I would like you feel good too. I’ve sipped this wine from my glass and swallowed it; I’ve processed and sweetened it inside of me. I’ve also changed it from red to a golden white. I’ve warmed it to my body temperature, and I’ve been holding it for you. Are you thirsty?”
He shook his head and mumbled protest into her pussy.
It started with a squirt…just a little one. She saw the panic in his eyes as the full realization hit him. He coughed and gagged at the first taste of it. She was filled to bursting and holding back was difficult. She waited and squirmed in her chair. He struggled against the cuffs and wiggled himself against the leather bindings. She zapped him. He howled into her pussy. She raised the remote again. He saw it and stopped howling, then he began to whimper. ‘What a sweet sound’ She thought. Another little squirt. He was talking into her pussy and pleading with his eyes for her not to do this to him. She could make out the words ‘PLEASE DON’T’ over and over again.
“I told you that whatever comes out of my pussy goes right into your mouth, didn’t I”
More ‘PLEASE DON’T’s, more whimpering.
“Drink it” she said.
He felt her squirt another small amount of pee into his mouth. The taste was not too bad, sweeter than he would have thought, but he was having trouble getting it down his throat. He had never learned to swallow while lying down. He didn’t know if he could continue. One thing he DID know was that his dick was as hard as it had ever been in his life.
This piss thing was exciting him, and at the same time revolting him. She squirted again…right on his tongue. He was tasting her piss! It was so perverted and yet so wonderfully intimate. It went across his tongue and down his throat. He moaned and tried to tell her not to give him any more, but he couldn’t get the words out. Every time he started to talk, she squirted.
She spoke in a soft voice. “Drink it all Bob, my sweet pet. I want to watch you drink it. I want to look deep into your slavish eyes as you drink the sweet wine from my pussy. I want you to see the pleasure that it gives me to piss down your throat.
You should be used to the taste of it by now. If you spill any, I’ll keep you tied and cuffed on this board all night. So you better do your best. I’ll take it slow until you learn. She gave him another one and waited while he coughed and sputtered beneath her. Then she gave him another one…and another. He was swallowing easier, now.
She smiled a regal smile and sipped her wine. The little squirts that she gave him had eased the pressure in her belly. She was in no hurry now. She lit a cigarette and relaxed. She took another sip of wine and adjusted herself in the chair. She felt like a queen. She looked at her image in the mirror. Her open robe looked like a royal cloak. Her posture was erect and her face was beaming with pride and power. She was regal. She looked into the camera lens and smiled. This tape would be good viewing for her next Femdom party.
She heard him try to talk, but the contact and pressure of her pelvis prevented the words from being understood. She did not need him to speak. She only needed him to lick and suck. As long as he was not in some kind of life-threatening distress, his comments or requests were not important. She did, however want to hear him beg some more…but not now…now, only lick and suck, and of course, swallow.
“I have more for you. Taste it. Take it. Take it into your mouth, into your belly. Keep it. Savor it. Love it. Worship it. I’m not going to move until you drink all of it. If you resist, I might just have to take a shit too. Do you know where that will go? I’m sure you can guess. So just relax and cooperate with me. This is really making me feel like a queen. I’ll bet Cleopatra had slaves to drink her piss too.”
She eased the pressure of her feet on the footrests and her open pussy pressed down harder onto his face. She released another, longer squirt. Her body did not want her to stop, but she managed. Her bladder wanted to drain. The pressure was becoming intense again.
She wanted it all in his mouth, down his throat. She felt him swallow again. She asked him if he liked the taste. He nodded slightly and coughed once, but he did not answer.
Pissing into his mouth was giving relief to her bladder, and, at the same time, causing him more discomfort and disgust with what was happening. How wonderful! How glorious! She loved it.
He had resigned himself to this. It was better than her shit. That, he was sure, he couldn’t handle. N0, not that. The pee was OK. It didn’t taste as bad as he thought it would and the smell was minimal. He looked up across her tummy, through her beautiful big tits and into her soft eyes. Yes, he saw the look of pleasure in her face, but also a look of power too. She took another sip of wine and put down the glass. She took a drag from the thin cigarette and blew the smoke in his face, and then she smiled.
“Are you ready for the rest?” She asked. He nodded solemnly and slowly. She put the cigarette in the ashtray. She sighed and began to spurt into his greedy mouth.
It was a sustained flow this time…evenly…slowly…quietly. She continued to watch herself in the mirror as she listened to the soft sounds of his gurgling and swallowing. It was music. It was a concert. She hoped that the camera was picking up all the sounds.
He swallowed and swallowed. She kept pissing and looked into his eyes. She reached her hand down to touch the side of his neck as he swallowed. She wanted to feel the way his throat moved as he accepted her fluid.
“This is wonderful. I am pissing and I don’t hear a splashing sound…just the sweet gurgling of your throat. This is so different.” She pissed and he swallowed
He gulped and gulped and she emptied into him. Finally, her stream began to ease and then stop. He began to lick her again. She said “You did well, you drank it all and you didn’t spill a drop. That’s a good start. But, we’ll keep practicing and soon you will be able to take it full force and without coughing. That was a very sexy thing and I’m so hot. I’m going to come on your tongue again.”
He continued to lick her as she rocked her pelvis on his face in a bucking motion. Her pace was fast. He kept his tongue moving to her speed. It was like they were on the same team now. She had broken his spirit. Instead of fighting her, he was a willing partner. If she wanted to cum again, then he would use all his skill to make it happen. Maybe she would let him fuck her again. This time without making him eat his own. He swirled his tongue. She pinched her nipple.
He could tell she was getting close. He increased the tempo his licking. He flicked the tip of his tongue against the roof of her pussy. He was looking for her G-spot. He tried to swirl his tongue around inside of her hot quim. She pushed tighter to his face. She was oozing again. He watched as she began to rub her clit. She rubbed much faster than before. Seconds later she shuddered and cried out. She bucked her hips against his face and gushed her orgasmic essence into his greedily slurping mouth. This one lasted longer than the first. He continued to love her with his mouth, pacing his ministrations to the speed of her rocking. As she slowed, so did he. He licked gently and sucked softly as he cleaned her up.
When her breathing had returned to normal, she got up and closed her robe. She picked up her wineglass, stroked his cheek and said. “I like that silent piss. It is quite exciting. We’re going to do that again. Stay thirsty my pet. I’ll get some more wine.”
“Are you ever going to let me go home?” he asked quietly.
“I told you…You are home.