"You want me to do what?"

Lush red lips in a defiant pout stared up at me. Her eyes were glowing, her hazel eyes turning into a molten gold, all the while with her kneeling before me with an outfit I had forced her to wear.

"I will not say it again. You're going to go down on me. Now," I commanded roughly, tipping her chin up to get a good look at my serious face. I spread my legs wider for her to get a good look at the task set before her. "It is not as daunting as it seems. If you are to be a good slave, then you will have to learn to accept that my orders are not to be questioned."

She lowered her eyes, hiding her defiance behind a curtain of long auburn hair. Her normally pale complexion was spotted with a deep blush from her cheeks to the tips of her breasts. I had outdone myself this time, basking in a sense of pride at the outfit she wore. It was all black patent leather with a similar material collar around her neck; her breasts were mildly exposed at their fullness with her delectable chestnut nipples poking out of the insert specifically for that purpose. The bottom was merely a garter set with sexy black thigh-high stockings; her panties revealed a slit from front to back giving access to everything below her waist, including that round ass of hers.

Resolute, she leaned forward to begin, her moist tongue tentatively touching my clit. I ran my fingers through her hair, pressing her closer to my growing moisture. She reached up to put her hands on my thighs, but I gently pulled on her hair, to which she yelped and pulled back from me.

"No touch, remember?" I warned softly, then brought her back to her task.

It took a few minutes, but she gradually relaxed enough to become eager about eating me out. She was tentative at first, just a tongue teasing my folds and my clit, but she became ravenous. Her teeth lightly held my clit while her tongue mercilessly ground into me. Somehow through it all, I maintained my composure by not allowing myself to climax. I wanted to make her work a little harder for my orgasm. Idly, I began playing with my erect nipples, waiting for her occasional glances up to see my satisfaction. I gave her small smiles, until suddenly, she was able to coax a moan from me when she slipped her tongue inside me and did some miraculous trick with it. I could feel her smile against my pussy; I knew how hard she was trying to satisfy me. That was what she was trained to do. She was a good slave.

"Come," I said, lifting her head from my now dripping cavern. "You may touch me."

"Thank you, Mistress." She smiled brightly, my juices decorating her lips and chin. I was inordinately pleased by the sight she made.

Excited, her hands immediately reached for my breasts, which were overlarge and were begging to be touched. Her hands were gentle as she cradled them in her delicate hands, their mass burgeoning from their confines. In a semi-circular motion, she massaged them, increasing their sensitivity two-fold. Determined to sustain my control of her, I reached for her pert breasts and grabbed them cruelly, palming one until she moaned in pain. I told all of my slaves that pain was the path to pleasure and they all learned to invite it with welcome arms. Her nipples were at full attention, as were mine, so I urged her up my partially supine body to latch her adept mouth to my globe. Adept she was as I gasped with surprise at the sensitivity. My hips bucked a moment, somehow my body desiring something more but I denied myself the pleasure. I had been a slave once and knew that patience was the key to ultimate satisfaction.

"Slave," I started, running a hand down her back to her buttocks, "I want to look at your ass. You have such a beautiful one, don't you?"

She said nothing, which was what she had learned. Yes, she was an excellent slave. Her expectant gaze caught mine as she stopped what she was doing and knelt on the bed next to me. I stood from the bed and looked at her small frame a moment. Her body was fully stretched out, with her butt supported by her feet.

"Rise to your knees, slave."

With trembling arms, she felt the cool air penetrate her openly aroused feminine core, swollen and dampened by her growing arousal. I retrieved my whip from the table across from the bed and then approached. My hand caressed her flawless cheeks, mercilessly taking a single finger and dipping it into her vagina before she could exhale. With a cry, she writhed beneath the torture of my climax-coaxing finger. Allowing her some reprieve, I withdrew, sucking her juices clean off my finger.

"Yes, this is beautiful," I crooned, then returned to the foot of the bed. "Beauty is painful, slave. I will show this to you now. Do not cry out or you will suffer the consequences."

My motion was very familiar and comfortable as I raised my whip against her. It was the first time she was feeling my whip in this way, so I fully expected her to flinch. The second the individual strands slashed across her butt, it clenched and jiggled a little, but she did not cry out. Several more times, I let her feel my whip and once it was over, her skin was red with growing bruises, but not once did she cry out.

I allowed her a moment to recoup from the pain, while I strapped on my dildo. She was a good slave tonight and I wanted to give her the reward.

Behind her, I climbed on the bed supported by one knee and one leg bent next to her. Strangely, I could feel the heat from her butt as I neared her.

Petting her on the head, I said, "You did good tonight, Maya. I will reward you now for your obedience."

Her cry was a happy one as she said, "Thank you, Mistress."

The dildo was massive compared to her small frame and from above, it probably seemed like she was being impaled on a stick. I pressed my faux dick into her, slowly but surely easing my way inside. She was naturally tight, requiring some delicate movements to loosen her a little more. Her breasts were begging for some attention, so I reached beneath to fondle them, returning them to their diamond-like state. She cried out, moaning loudly as the dildo took over by plunging deeper and deeper into her crevice. It took no time at all to make her come, especially between the nipple-teasing and the dildo hitting just the right spot. Her hands gripped the pillows just above her elbows, body shuddering uncontrollably against my dildo with her climax. I let the dildo remain in her for a few minutes until she returned to a conscious state.

Although I was still aroused, it brought me great satisfaction to make my slaves come. The dildo was expelled from inside her, which returned to its tightness. She turned around to look at me with wonder.

"Please Mistress," she turned on her knees begging, "please allow me to pleasure you to climax."

It was endearing, her eagerness. I proffered her a smile, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Her unruly hair was massed around her face, so I pushed it back gently.

"There will be much time in the future for that," I said with a promise. "For now, let us sleep."

Wordlessly, she unbuckled my strap-on and placed in on the table next to the bed. Taking her place in front of me, I held her in spoon fashion against me. It took only minutes for her to fall asleep in the comfort of my arms and my breasts pressed against her back, but I couldn't fall asleep immediately.

Who was the master and who was the slave? It was a question that plagued me regularly, especially with Maya. She was the slave, but more often than not, by not relieving the pain of arousal, I find myself in the position of slave too.

Perhaps next time, I will be able to indulge in the heightened arousal. We shall see.