Jason's Devotion
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 4
When Mistress Katya called me back to her home at the crack of dawn, I
jumped, as I always did when I received one of those phone calls.
No words were exchanged as I performed a desperate dance of lust and
rapidly stripped myself naked until I sank to my knees in front of her.
Giggling, Katya removed her robe, revealing white lace panties. God,
she was beautiful. She slid the panties down sensually, stepped out of
them, and sat delicately in a large chair in front of me. With a grin,
she looked down at my hard cock, jutting obscenely in front of me.
"I bet I could read your mind," she whispered as I blushed.
With a sigh, she settled back in the chair and let her alabaster legs
slowly drift apart. My eyes fastened on the soft dark hair of her pussy
as her finger caressed it. I could soon see wetness envelope the puffy
lips.
"Listen Jason," she whispered. "Today's your lucky day. I give you
permission to taste me."
With joy, I tenderly sank my face into that glorious honeypot, soaking
up the sweet smell and tasting her essence. With a determination that I
never felt before, I abandoned myself to her pussy. There was no sense
of time as my tongue explored, caressed, and nuzzled every inch of her
womanhood. I relished this moment like it was frozen in time.
Suddenly, Katya's hand grabbed the back of my head and ground my face
into her loins as she groaned with pleasure. I delicately licked her
soft inner thighs as she leaned back.
"Enough, Jason," she gasped and my intimacy with her pussy was left
unsated, merely leaving me with a frustrated and painfully chastised
cock and her juices glistening on my face.
Katya playfully tousled my hair.
"You're very convenient to have around, Jason," she cooed as she
languidly picked up her panties and wiped her moist pussy.
I waited, hoping that she would allow me some relief.
She stood up and cleared some items from the coffee table. I gaped at
her in her white bra as she beckoned me.
"Bend over the table, Jason," she ordered and I complied, crushing my
captive cock into the wooden table top.
"Open wide," Katya ordered breathlessly, holding my chin while she
forced her musky panties deep into my mouth.
I felt her pushing her damp pussy against my rear and her hard nipples
against my back, pressing me firmly against the table.
"I adore having you spread over the table like this," she whispered in
my ear, her long raven tresses tickling my shoulders. "You're just so
naked and vulnerable."
Startled, I looked back at her grinning face over my shoulder. I
suddenly felt very nervous.
"Don't move," she warned.
I felt her disengage from me as she rummaged through her handbag. Katya
proceeded to tie my wrists and ankles to the four limbs of the coffee
table with strong cord.
"I'm glad you wear a belt, Jason," she coldly stated." I heard her snap
the belt and then giggle.
"Better not disturb the neighbors," she said behind me.
The sudden noise from the stereo made me jump. A top 40 station was
playing -- Britney Spears singing about loneliness.
Katya was pushing into me again, grinding her sopping pussy against me
and driving my caged cock into the table. The belt trailed across my
shoulders and I was, suddenly, very afraid.
"What shall I punish you for this time, Jason? Surely you must have
done something this week to deserve it, haven't you? You must have
ogled some poor young thing when you went to the mall on Sunday to
return my shoes, huh? Don't lie to me."
I mumbled through the panties, trying to answer her in the negative.
"Hmmm...I'll take that as a yes," she said, her hot breath in my ear
until, suddenly, she turned away and the stereo volume doubled.
I never even heard the first stroke but I sure felt it as a fierce red
hot pain seared my rear end like sirloin on a grill. The panties in my
mouth muffled any protest. TLC started on the stereo.
"Two," she blurted and the next stroke cut deep into my backside. By
the fourth stroke, I shivered in pain, my hands pulling at the cord and
tears forming in my eyes. The fifth stroke had me perpetually groaning
into the panty gag, and by the seventh I was sobbing uncontrollably, my
cries absorbed by Katya's panties as I surrendered completely to her.
I don't remember her stopping the torment, but I saw her walk into the
bathroom carrying her robe as I sobbed on the table.
Finally, my sobs faded but the burning on my buttocks remained as I lay
there. Suddenly, the music disappeared and a fully-dressed Katya
appeared next to me.
"I'll let you keep my panties as a souvenir," she said. I'll just have
to remember to be careful when I cross my legs at work today.
Katya strolled to the door.
"Have a nice day, Jason."
I gingerly raised my head and, as I turned to face her, I was amazed to
feel my cock desperately trying to burst through its metal confines.
"We'll pick this up when I get back from work...don't go anywhere."
Katya tossed her long black hair back, giggled girlishly, and walked
out the door, shutting it behind her.
"I can't wait until she finally understands the measure of my
devotion," I thought to myself.
It was a long and difficult day, but I somehow managed to sleep
fitfully. My birdcage unfortunately woke me up from the middle of a wet
dream. Then my real-live wet dream woke me up.
"I'll e-mail you when I want to see you again," Katya loudly informed
me when she returned.
My erection made a comeback, at least tried to, when she brushed up
against me to untie my bonds.
"Prepare dinner while I freshen up, okay sweetie? And make sure that
Porterhouse is bloody rare."
Oh, god, Katya could be so adorable. It just killed me when she acted
like that. Sometimes it was easier to accept when she was cruel.
