This tigress is turning into quite a treasure. I thought I would lose her after the way I mounted her face. God that seemed to upset her. I enjoyed it too much. Maybe one day in the future I will do it again, that is if we have a future. She is so unsure of herself I am not sure she will still be here in the morning.
WHAT is happening! I am sound asleep and suddenly there is my tigress. Perhaps I should call her my little kitten. Come little kitten let us curl up together. I roll over and embrace her in a gentle lover’s fashion. Little does she realize these tender moments must be earned. She is my slave and not my lover.
But her warm erotic body nestled next to me starts my juices to flow again. DAMN I wanted to sleep but now I want something else much more.
I think she needs to be mounted. Her boyfriend dumped her for a slut, perhaps she misses a strong hard cock throbbing inside her.
I go to my closet to retrieve a few “toys.” When I return I attach her leash to the headboard and then I put wrist cuffs on her and attach them to the leash.
Her lovely body stretched in front of me arouses me to my limits. I am so temped to roll her on her back and mount her face again. That upset her so last time that I quickly put that thought out of my mind though the desire remains in my pussy.
I don’t know if she saw the toys I brought back from the closet. I slip into the strapon. After her rough evening I decide to go easy and have chosen one of the medium size dildoes for the strapon. I do not want to hurt her, but who knows what will occur in the future?
First I gently rub the paddle I have across her bottom. She tenses and her head tries to pull up, her feet curl up as if in fear.
I whisper to her that she will enjoy this pain. I encourage her to forget her fears and enjoy what is about to happen.
The first slap of the paddle is gentle although she cries out. I know it is fear that caused her to scream and not pain. My stroke was very gentle.
On the second stroke she does not cry out. I increase the severity of the strokes until finally on the eighth stroke she cries out in pain once again. I know this time she is sincerely crying out of pain.
I rub her crimson bottom with my hand, then I bend down and gently kiss her red cheeks for I know what is next. This is one of the very few times I wish I were a man with a giant cock but my strapon will have to suffice.
I pull her onto her knees. Her face and arms are bound to the bed so that all she is able to raise is her hips. I kneel between her legs.
I remember what happened earlier when I let my lust run rampant so I now I act as a gentle lover would. I stroke her wet pussy gently. God she is so wet. Her thighs are wet with her juices. Gently I place a finger into her. I want to see how she responds, she only moans. I continue to probe her with increased intensity deeper and deeper.
I lean forward and whisper in her ear “do you want me to fuck you?” With a growl more than an answer she responds. I straighten up in my position behind her and slowly start to slide the dildo deep into her saturated pussy.
I believe she must enjoy the feeling as she is pushing her hips harder and harder against me. I thrust hard and she arches her back as a cat would. It appears she is trying to swallow the dildo deeper and deeper with each action.
FINALLY she screams lightly and collapses. I pull the dildo out of her and remove the strapon from myself. Exhausted I roll her over onto her back, her arms still attached to the leash, and I climb on top of her. She attacks my mouth with hers once again. Oh how I love her mouth! After a short while I notice I am drifting off to a contented and exhaustive sleep. I release her from her bonds and command her to sleep on the edge of the bed but DO NOT disturb me again!
She does as commanded and curls up on the edge of the bed as I finally fall asleep. It is three-forty in the morning.
The next morning I wake and am feeling fantastic. My tigress wakes up and walks to the bathroom. I notice she is walking gingerly. Perhaps the spanking or the strapon were too rough on her.
I have other things to do so it is once again time to test my tigress. When she comes out of the bathroom she is dressed and apparently ready to leave.
I walk her to the door where we stand in a long passionate embrace. I pull away and tell her I want her to discover the significance of my name. I explain it is a masculine name but it explains my purpose. I also instruct her to return Saturday morning promptly at ten a.m. She sets her watch to the clock on the hallway and leaves.
As she leaves I feel a deep yearning for her. I pray she will return but now my test is here. Did I manage to convince her to be my slave. I will have to wait for Saturday morning and see if she returns.