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sure he thought I was going to suck his cock, but instead I placed the clamp over his shaft and locked it into place.
    “What the fuck is this?!” Brent asked, turning towards the mirror to see the new toy I’d placed on him.
    “That is a dick clamp. You will refer to me as ‘Mistress” from now on.” I took the paddle and swatted it at his ass.
    “Ouch, shit...” He rubbed the area I had just slapped. I raised the paddle again, ready to swat at his ass and beat it red if I had to. I wasn’t leaving until he obeyed.
    “Yes, Mistress.” I could tell he was unsure of all of this. He wasn’t used to a woman being assertive.
    “Good. Now get your ass on the floor and do sit ups until I tell you to stop.”
    He did as he was told, counting out the number of sit ups as I watched his cock bounce with each one. It was his turn to be ordered.
    I straightened the rope, untying it and stretching it out.
    “What are you going to do with that?” he asked in between sit ups. The look I gave him, followed by my eyes shifting to the paddle, reminded him of the rules.
    “What are you going to do with that, Mistress?”
    “You will see soon enough. Now stand up and walk backwards towards me,” I commanded him, and he did it.
    “This clamp is tight, Mistress. I’d really rather have you bounce on my cock.”
    I laughed at his request.
    I slapped his ass with my hand once he reached me. It was a tight little ass that I wouldn’t mind pegging, but I hadn’t made it that far in training yet. I was still a newbie and only saw that on videos.
    Instead, I turned him around and pulled his arms out towards me so I could begin tying him up. Brent looked confused when I twisted the rope around his hands and squeezed it tight.
    “Now, I’m going to take this clamp off. For doing that, I want you to make me feel better.”
    I did as I said, releasing the constricting clamp from his cock. I was sure that all of the blood was now rushing to his dick. It was a sure way to cause blue balls with what I was about to do.
    With his hands tied, there was only one thing I wanted, and it wasn’t his cock inside me.
    “What do you want me to do, Mistress?”
    “Get on your knees and suck my clit.”
    Pushing him down to the floor, I pulled off my yoga pants. Sitting on the masseuse table, my ass to the edge and my legs spread eagle, I grabbed Brent’s head and pulled him into my creamy center.
    His moans outmatched mine as he licked and sucked me.
    “Move your tongue around, slave. Don’t be lazy,” I instructed him.
    Holding his head, I made Brent please me. After all, this was who it was about. That day, I’d felt stupid about the possibility of giving myself to this guy—especially since he agreed with his twiggy cunt of a girlfriend that I was some fat bitch. Today, this fat bitch’s juices were on his face.
    I clamped my legs around his head, letting him taste every part of me. He needed to know that I was not a toy to be made fun of.
    “Is it good, slave?” I asked as he slurped and tongued over my clit.
    “Oh yes, Mistress. I want to fuck you.” If only he knew that wasn’t happening.
    “Make me cum, slave.” That was all I cared about. “Circles, slave... circles over my pussy.” I commanded him like Kyle taught me. Tell your slave exactly what you want. They are there to please you.
    I believed it. Laying back on the table, I closed my eyes and grinded my hips into his face.
    “Lick it all up, slave.” It was so good, as if he were an expert. From my feet started the blaze of my orgasm.
    “I’m cumming, slave,” I announced to him and the rest of the room. My legs squeezing his head for dear life. He lapped me up like a dog at his water bowl. As the heat of my orgasm swept over my body, I slapped his face.
    “You’re a good little slave, aren’t you?”
    “Yes, Mistress.” He stood up as if he was about to enter me, but that was the end of our rendezvous.
    I got up, pulling up my yoga pants and sliding into