The Lion's Den Part 2
As the pen slipped from my grasp, my body spasmed with orgasm. That's when I heard Ms. Lyon's laughter ring out. She removed her mouth from my erection and gazed down at it, amused as it twitched. The joy of climax had vanished, leaving only the desire for fulfilment.
In a mocking tone, she chuckled:
"Ah, look at the cum seep from your pathetic member!"
In desperation, I stared into her eyes, a new reality dawning upon me. I knew she'd planned this; her grin confirmed my suspicion. I tried to calm my breathing, even as I felt a frigid sensation followed by a piercing click. Looking down, I saw my erection enclosed in a metal cage.
"What have you done to me? Why did you..."
-WHACK!-
Her hand met my steel-caged penis and balls with a violent slap, causing me to gasp in pain.
Now standing, her breasts were eye-level. The sight made my cock pulse against the cage, despite the cruel caging. I could feel the droplets of excitement dribbling onto the cage.
Shame and fury swelled inside me. The fact I'd allowed this to occur, as well as realizing my true feelings - that I was relishing it - filled me with unease. "What's wrong with me?" "I could just drive away and pretend this never occurred!" My gaze met Ms. Lyon's for the first time since the interview.
With calm, yet icy voice, she spoke:
"We've completed the disciplinary report, and I'm now convinced you comprehend your wrongdoings," she read aloud. "Any last questions ahead of our next step?"
My question escaped: "Why would you think I'd accept this? Or allow this to transpire?"
Ms. Lyon laughed briefly before revealing, "Question 7. What would you do to fulfill all of Ms. Lyon's demands? Your response: ANYTHING. Do you not understand that you're a submissive whore through and through? Your application implicitly showed it, with your interview confirming it."
I was dumbfounded. "But I've always been drawn to strong women...not to mention the appeal of femdom porn."
Her condescending laugh followed by a hearty chuckle.
"Well, let me clarify this for you. You're not only a submissive slut, but a slave to me!" she emphasized.
"I'm glad you're relishing this moment." I uttered casually.
In a trice, she sauntered behind me, forcing my face onto her desk. Bent over, I sensed her hand tangling in my hair; immediately, a vicious slap renewed the burning on my buttocks.
I crumpled, not only from the indignity but from the fact that I was enjoying it immensely. My inner submissive had taken over, and now I couldn't deny that I was motivated to do anything.
Her hand eased in my hair. "Don't defy me, little beggar!"
"Yes, ma'am," I replied instantly.
I could sense my dampened cock trying to grow again inside the cage. I also felt the heat radiating off my stinging buttocks.
"Give thanks for wasting so much time on you," she instructed.
"Thank you, Ms. Lyon," I said submissively.
"What are you?"
"I'm your...submissive..." I stammered.
"Good boy," she cooed in my ear.
Ms. Lyon filed my report into her cabinet.
Terrified of messing up, or my inner submissive taking control, I remained hunched over her desk, my shirt still bare below the waist, save for the cage.
"Given the time remaining, you've got roughly two more hours until someone requires you in the yard. So, I'll need to keep you busy until then."
"Yes, ma'am! Anything you say. I replied, not moving.
"Get dressed, and come serve me."
"Yes, ma'am! I hurriedly clothed myself, trying to conceal the agony from the spanking on my posterior.
"You seem enthusiastic." She giggled.
"Are you?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Tell me what you are."
"I'm a little...slave..." I tried, avoiding her leg and pending punishment.
Her hand descended with force:
"Slaves ask before acting!"
"Yes, ma'am!," I corrected.
Slipping beneath her desk, I was struck by her flawless legs; I yearned to lick from tip to toe, yet restrained myself to evade further punishment. Panties were within reach, however, when I attempted to take them, I received another painful slap.
"Ask for permission!" [NIHAL] "Yes, ma'am!"
I then reached hesitantly for her panties and withdrew them, noticing my unusually strong need to complete her request.
"What's wrong with me?" "I could drive away and pretend this never happened!" I thought, yet, in a torpid state, I continued to serve my mistress.
"I desire to eat your cunt.” I offered unabashedly.
Her expression softened. "Good boy!" She praised, petting my head as I stepped back into the room.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead and take them off, sweetie."
I wasn't sure if she was joking or serious, so I just continued. I thanked her and carefully removed her panties from her gorgeous body.
I could immediately sense her arousal. It was as if a fire had been lit inside her. Feeling a small sense of accomplishment, I realized that no matter how submissive I was, I was making her feel good too!
Inching closer, I was overwhelmed by her intoxicating scent. My trapped cock began to throb uncontrollably.
"Can I lick you, goddess?" My voice trembled.
"Ask me nicely."
"Please, may I eat you out?" I stuttered.
She pulled me forcefully towards her wet pussy by my hair, covering my face with her juices. I hungrily pleasured her clit with my lips and tongue, trying to give her the most intense orgasm possible.
Feeling a slight change in her breathing, I felt an incredible sense of pride. I had never thought I'd be able to make a woman like Ms. Lyon feel pleasure, let alone come.
Switching techniques, I maintained a slow and steady suction while flicking my tongue over her clit. Speeding up and slowing down, I noticed her getting wetter and wetter. Everything was focused on her pleasure - there was no time or space for anything else.
All of a sudden, I felt her fingers grabbing hold of my hair as she pulled me in tighter than ever before, making it difficult for me to breathe. I kept up my efforts, not wanting to break my rhythm or change my tongue's position. Then all of a sudden, she ground her hips into my face, experiencing another intense orgasm.
She pushed my head away when she was done, out of breath.
After what felt like forever, she simply said, "do it again." Her cool exterior hid any expression of emotion or excitement.
I returned to her thighs, lapping up her juices like a man in the desert. We stayed like this for a long time, until she told me to stop. I stood up, and saw a cruel smile spread across Ms. Lyon's perfect lips.
Read also:
- My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
- A Stepmother's Varied Testimony: Volume 3
- Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative
- Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
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