A yellow taxi pulled in front of the house. The back door opened and a red stiletto heel hit the graveled ground with a tak. The heel was followed by an umbrella over a slender stockinged leg as a woman glided out of the cab, a black suitcase trailing behind. Her plump red lips drew into a smile. She didn’t usually make house calls, but when she did, she always came prepared.
The hard path crunched under her feet with each step, the tak tak tak of the heel complemented the patter of the rain on the umbrella. The lights were on.
She extended a blacked gloved finger and rang the doorbell. She heard shuffling behind the door as it opened quickly. He was dressed just the way she liked it. Nothing but a leather collar with a single metal loop strapped tightly around his neck. He quickly got on his knees and put his head on the doormat.
“Welcome Goddess, “ he stammered.
She did not speak. She stepped inside, leaning on the closed umbrella, she placed one foot on his back and wiped a large streak of mud between his shoulder blades. She walked into the kitchen and slammed her suitcase on the countertop. Rolling her thumbs over the lock, it popped as it opened. She took a seat on a high stool and crossed her legs, leaning her elbow on the granite counter.
“Water with ice, slave!” she demanded, and he scrambled from his place on the floor and hurried into the kitchen.
“Right away, Goddess,”
He fumbled for a glass in the cupboard and filled it with ice from the machine on the fridge, then cold filtered water. She observed him with a cool gaze. She could see his cock, already hard, bouncing between his legs, his trembling hands as he held the glass to the ice dispenser. He placed the glass in front of her and she could see him sneak a look at her breasts spilling out of her black dress. She sipped it as he stepped back and quickly lowered his gaze.
“Did I give my cock permission to get hard, slave?” She raised an eyebrow.
“No Goddess, I am unable to control it,” he said clasping his hands nervously behind his back, keeping his gaze low.
“Well, i guess i should expect nothing less from such a pathetic male specimen,” the glass clanged back on the counter. She reached into the case and pulled out handcuffs and a small strangely shaped metal cage, with a lock.
“Come closer,” She stood up and took one of his hands from behind his back. “You try so hard to control yourself, don’t you?” She grabbed one of his fingers and drew it toward her, until it was quivering and touching the soft pillows of her barely contained breasts. Then, with one swift movement she clapped the cuff hard on his wrist, turned him around, and pushed his face down on the cold granite. I wasn’t hard, she was almost a head taller than him with the heels.
-Like stealing candy from a baby– she mused.
Keeping one hand pressing down on his face she put two fingers into the glass. With a clinking sound she drew out a piece of ice and reached down between his legs. His spine arched and she could almost feel his balls withdrawing into his belly.
“Good thing you have me to help you,” She whispered into his ear.
“Yes Goddess, Thank You Goddess,” his words were barely audible through his mouth pressed on the thick countertop.
She spun him around, snapping the other end of the handcuff onto the bar of the towel holder and grabbing his balls hard with the ice still in hand. He sucked air in between his lips.
“Just to make sure you will fit, we can’t have any more slip ups” she placed the cage on his shrunken cock. The lock clicked into place and she stepped back.
She placed one foot on the high stool, her short dress rolled up exposing her stockings, garters, naked pussy. There were lines down her stockings where the wetness had started to run down her legs.
“Oh just look at that, im already making a mess for you to clean up,” Her mouth opened as she parted her wet lips and slipped the key inside herself. She could hear him breathing heavier and saw beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. She reached out to his face, her wet gloves, streaking his cheeks as she wiped them carefully. His nostrils flared she could see the cage starting to get tight..
-Just like a wild animal– she thought.
“That’s better isn’t it, my pet?” she crooned. She removed her gloves, pinching each finger carefully before pulling them off, revealing long manicured nails. She traced her fingers on his body her fingers following a path down his neck, chest, and belly.
“Yes Goddess, I really need your help, Goddess,” he sounded more desperate now. She loved it when they got desperate.
“Really, I am going to need you use you,” she said, feeling her thighs slip slip slip past each other as she walked back toward her case.”But we will need to take some precautions. I know you asked me to come here to help control your perverted urges.”
“Yes, please Goddess, I am addicted to porn,” he blinked looking up at her. “I can’t stop, I watch it between five and ten times a day, my wife threatened to leave me if I don’t stop.” His wavering tone reminded her of a church confessional.
–oh, he will confess to more- she thought.
She took out what looked like a small box with wires attached and a bag of pads.
“Have you worked with an e-stim machine before, slave?”
“Never, Goddess.” his eyes opened wider and she could see his pert nipples sharpen.
“Well let me explain it to you,” She crouched down to examine his cock and balls. The cock was bulging out of the cage now, its flesh pressed up against the metal like a trussed christmas ham.
“I put a pad here,” the adhesive made a sharp sound as she separated it and placed the sticky pad on the right side of his balls. “ and another here,” she placed the second pad on the left side. His balls were smoothly shaved as she had instructed.
“And when I turn this knob,” She turned the dial on the machine until she saw him jump with surprise. “It will start to generate an electric current between the two pads.” She observed with pleasure. The cage fit better now.
“Just like that.” She stood up, lengthened the wires, and placed the small machine on the countertop for easy access.
“Please Goddess, im afraid of the pain,” his voice had a pleading tone to it, and his eyebrows were drawn together. She felt another rush of liquid running down her legs.
-We have barely started and he is already ready to beg- the thought made her closed-liped smile widen.
“Shhhhhh, my little perv, don’t worry I will take good care of you,” she looked down at him and stroked his hair. She brought her face inches from his. She could smell his sweat and feel his quick breath. She grabbed the leather collar around his neck and pulled down, guiding him forcefully to his knees at eye level with her smooth wet cunt. His hair was the perfect length to grab as she took a fistful and pressed his face between her legs.
“Show me what a good boy you want to be,” She growled and then gasped as he opened his mouth and began slowly licking the lips of her sweet pussy.
She leaned her head back with her mouth open, eyes closed, feeling his tongue work his way between each delicate fold. He found the clit and began to make sucking noises. She looked down at the cage. Christmas ham. She let her finger rest on the dial and began to turn slowly. She knew he could feel a slight tingle. He began to groan so she pressed his face in harder. She felt another small surge of wetness. The slurping grew louder. The rhythm of her breathing increased. She started grinding on his face with her hips, it was slick and slid easily up and down. She knew he was gasping for air, but didn’t dare stop. She saw a thin string of precum drip from a hole in his cage onto the floor. The dial turned sharply. He yelped and jerked his head back, breathing heavily.
“Please Goddess,” his whine was barely audible, eyes drawn to the ground.
“What was that slave, I couldn’t hear you, speak up” She grabbed his chin and forced him to look upward.
“Nothing Goddess, I said nothing,” She could tell he was trying not to look at the top of her nipple peeking at the edge of the dress.
“That’s right slave, you said nothing.” She pushed his face back knocking him off balance against the side of the counter.
She stepped back and returned to her open suitcase. She slowly drew out a long chain with two small clamps at each end.
“I’m going to ask you a question slave, if you get it right you get to lick my cunt immediately, but it you get it wrong,” she opened and closed the clamps several times, “you will need a better reminder.”
She slowly walked in a circle around him, his hungry eyes following her every move.
“Do you deserve this, slave?” she bent down in front of him, her breasts so close he had to turn his head slightly not to touch them. She could see the christmas ham again.
“I don’t know Goddess….” he said looking at the ground.
“Wrong answer slave.” She said, swiftly and mercilessly placing the clamps on both nipples simultaneously. “The answer is “yes goddess”,”.
“AHghh,” the sound came out between clenched teeth. “Yes, Goddess, I deserve this.” He said quickly, a drop of sweat ran down his face and dripped onto his thigh.
“Good Boy!” she clapped her hands with joy. “You are going to truly accept that this is your place.” She grabbed his collar again and pulled him toward her cunt.
“This is exactly what you deserve,”. She smiled again and leaned her head back, spreading her legs just enough.