I open my eyes but everything in still as black as pitch. I feel a smooth material over my eyes, and adrenaline flooding my veins when I realize my wrists are bound and my arms are pulled tightly to either side of me as if I'm being crucified. My ankles are also bound stretching away from my body at an angle making me vulnerably spread eagle. My scream for help is muted by a gag in my mouth and in an instant of clarity, I become remarkably aware that I am stark naked.
"You're awake. About fucking time. I should have known that a little pussy like you shouldn't get a full dose." It's definitely a woman's voice, yet low and raspy, almost a cross between sultry and bitch.
I defiantly demand answers as to whatever the hell is going on, but my words get trapped behind the ball gag strapped tightly around my head.
"You don't seem happy with your current situation. I find that odd since this is what you wanted at the bar just a few hours ago, only it was me you wanted to tie to the bed. Just a little bit of role reversal."
It all comes into focus, the voice, the shots of Jack, the harmless flirting which spiraled into the gutter. In my drunken ramblings, I told her my darkest fantasies of bondage and sadism with lustful abandon.
The conversation became quite graphic, telling her how I would torture her nipples, push my cock into her throat, and force her to climax before I used my dick and a vibrator to DP her.
Of course, that was all talk. I dated my wife all through high school and college, after which we got married, and have had two wonderful years together. In all that time, I never once cheated on her, and I have no intention of starting now.
I feel movement on the bed, and then hot breath on my cock. I can't see, but I can sense the energy from her body close to mine. Whatever she's thinking isn't going to happen though. She can't force me to get excited.
"I'm Mistress Q, and tonight you belong to me."
I feel her lips wrap slowly and deliberately around my soft cock and she starts to suck seductively. She lets out a soft moan of approval as I stiffen in her mouth. I'm furious at myself for responding, but it's impossible not to.
I've never felt anything like this, and why would I have? I've been with Sarah since the 9
th
grade. She was my first blowjob; actually, she's been my only blowjob, until now. Now that I think about it, she was my only everything, but even on her best day she was nothing like this.
The mistress sucks harder and faster stroking as she goes, with her tongue doing things I can't even figure out. She occasionally stops to bite, but just hard enough to make sure I'm paying attention. Believe me, I'm paying attention.
"You want to cum don't you?"
Shaking my head I try to tell her no. In all honesty, I want to tell her yes. I want to forget I'm married for just one moment.
"What would your wife say if she saw how hard you got for me? Would she be disappointed? Angry or jealous? What would she think when you fill my mouth with cum?"
Sucking and stroking again, picking up right where she left off, I feel myself getting closer. I struggle against my restraints, but that only makes her suck me harder
"You're going to cum. I'm going to make you cum whether you want to or not. I think you want to, because Sarah has no idea how to suck your cock like this."
Mistress Q opens her throat swallowing the entire length of my cock. I moan uncontrollably as she forces me to fuck her throat. Every muscle in my body flexes, my back arcs, I pull against the restraints to no avail and explode in the Mistress's mouth. I've never cum so hard in my life; I've certainly never cum so long. It feels like an endless convulsion of ecstasy washing over my body as waves of cum spill onto her tongue and down her throat.
"Mmmmm, very good. Now it's my turn. I fucking hope you're as good at eating pussy as you say you are, because the consequences will be most unfortunate."
