Reward? Or Punishment?

You feel as though you’ve been kneeling here for hours. Your knees hurt and the room’s cold enough to raise goosebumps on your naked flesh. You’re a grown man – you could get up and leave at any time – but you don’t. You could hate me for this – but you don’t. It really is a fine line, isn’t it, between love and hate – pleasure and pain? You could get up off your knees right now and walk out of here. Why don’t you then? But you know the answer that question the moment you ask it. The answer is because of Me – your Mistress. You know that you’d do anything, suffer anything, for the merest gesture from Me. An addiction? Possibly. But one so sweet that you never want to be cured.

Has it been hours or minutes that you’ve been kneeling here? No matter. Time has ceased to matter. You only exist in the now. Even the anticipation has melted away. There is only you in this room. And the waiting. You hear the door open. All your senses awaken. You hear My footsteps – the clicking of My heels on the hard floor – and your testicles tighten, your penis stirs. I stand in front of your bowed head – close enough for you to feel the heat from My body, to smell the heady fragrance of My perfume. Your breathing quickens. I speak no words. I pat your head and all thoughts of leaving are gone. With that single touch your will is surrendered to Me. I stroke your face with My fingertips and you moan softly. Something is touching your lips – something hard with the scent of rubber. You part your lips and I gently insert the tip of My dildo. You kiss, lick, suck. I walk behind you, stroking the length of your back. You shiver. I stroke and caress your buttocks and your penis hardens and swells. Your breathing is short and sharp now as you feel My fingertips – slippery now with gel – caressing the crease between your cheeks, touching the outer rim of the tight hole. A finger slides in and you cry out – not from pain but from a sense of relief – a sense of something beginning. You feel something larger, rounder pressing against the delicate tissue and you almost lose control. All your senses, your feelings, emotions are concentrated in that tight opening. You gasp as you feel the stretch. Joy runs through you as you anticipate the feeling – the feeling of fulfilment, the feeling of being full of your Mistress’s love, her very essence. The pleasure – and the pain. But the joy and the anticipation turn to something else as you feel Me withdraw – hear Me walk away and laugh as the door closes behind Me. And the waiting begins again…

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Empress Catherine
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