Mistress Ruby and Her Pet's Thread

[Ruby]

Thanks, Caitlin.

I want to share N with you, so I'll start with his silver tongue.

Webcams are great fun, yet just talking on the phone, and playing with a few toys lets us share wonderful fantasy scenes.

Nathaniel sent me this story: Part 1

It had been raining all day, and now the evening gloom had settled in with the fog. I paced, nervous, edgy, worried Miss Ruby would not be pleased with my performance. Checking my appearance in the mirror for the hundredth time, I brushed a strand of unruly hair back from my face. Should I add a touch of cologne? Would it be too much? Should I just leave enough alone? Looking in the mirror one more time, I smoothed out the velour top over my breasts, noticing my hard nipples poking against the soft fabric. I inhaled deeply, thrusting my chest out, licking my lips nervously. I didn’t know how much more of this tension I could take! What difference did it make? Whatever it was, take it I must.

I squirmed a bit as I walked back to the leather couch again. My velour hot pants were so tight on me the crack of my ass showed very clearly. My shaved legs were encased inside the smooth pantyhose and the high heeled sandals clicked on the hardwood floor. Oh, the tension was so tight inside me! Then I heard her key in the door!

She was a vision, dressed is a long red raincoat. Shaking her small white umbrella, which protected her lustrous auburn hair, Miss Ruby placed the umbrella on the floor and beckoned me over. Trying desperately not to run, I tried to walk as she had taught me, swaying slightly, feeling my breasts jiggle as my heels hit the floor. She smiled as she removed the long white scarf from around her shoulders. In a single movement, the scarf flew over behind me and she pulled me close to her. Before I realized it, she deftly wound the scarf around me a second time, pinning my arms to my sides. Tucking the ends tightly together behind me, I found myself bound by the waist. Miss Ruby laughed, and kissed my cheek. She walked around me, checking my outfit; softly chuckling in what I prayed was approval.

“Not bad, pet.” She said brightly. I felt a sharp pinch on my butt.

She laughed as I jumped and she heard the sharp intake of my breath. I felt her hand on my butt gently pushing me towards the couch. I wondered why she hadn’t allowed me to take her coat. Small droplets of rain rolled slowly down her delightfully curvaceous body. No queen ever mounted her throne with more style and grace than did Miss Ruby that couch as she seated herself. Motioning me to kneel at her feet, she slowly unbuttoned the raincoat and then drew it open to reveal the treasure it covered.

Her luscious body was displayed before me, adorned only by two strands of pearls. The scent of her skin, the musky aroma of her aroused sex drove me wild. An understanding smile crossed her lips as her fingers caressed my breasts, quickly pinching my nipples, matching her own in hardness. The feel of her touch against the smooth velour was heavenly! I dare not look down, for I knew my place. Eye contact must be maintained at all times. Shoulders back, chest out, lips parted, tongue slightly displayed, groin offered for her perusal, butt tightly clenched, kneeling erect. I must always be available to my Miss to please her in any way she might see fit to demand.

I groaned with pleasure and anticipation as she toyed with my chest. She took her time, teasing me. When I would wince slightly from her nails, she would mimic my response, mockingly. I longed to kiss her lips, but knew I dare not without specific instructions. She would purse her lips and make little kissing motions in my direction as if to say,”see, this is what you want, isn’t it?” All the while her maddening manipulation of my already sensitive breasts were driving me wild. She delighted in prolonging my agony, alternating pinching, kneading, palming, and tweaking the erect nipples. I tried to remain motionless, but it was impossible, and she knew it. Little gasps escaped me. Her smile reflected her secret satisfaction at my discomfort.

“Would you like to kiss me, my pet?”

“Oh, my, yes please, Miss!” I couldn’t believe my luck!

“Have you been a good boy?”

“Yes, Miss. I have done all my assignments.”

“We’ll see, pet. Since you have been such a good boy, I will allow you a chance to kiss my lips…providing that is the only place you touch me.”

“Miss?” I was confused. That is all I wanted anyway.

“Only our lips must touch, no other part of our bodies, do you understand, pet?”

“Yes…I believe so, Miss.”

“Good. You know I won’t tolerate disobedience, don’t you?”

“Yes Miss, nor should you.”

“Just so. If I feel any part of you touching me, other than your lips on mine… then that would be cause for discipline, wouldn’t you agree, pet?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Very well, you may precede.” She leaned back a bit on the couch, a smile on her delightful lips. I was stunned. I expected her to lean forward, so I could reach up with my face and bring out mouths together. Now I saw the game in it’s entirety. Now I saw the trap which she had set for me and into which I had walked, nay pranced.

“I’m waiting, pet. And I am sure you will agree that I should never be kept waiting.”

“No Miss.”

Awkwardly pulling myself to my feet, without the aid of my hands, slipping on the floor in my heels, I scrambled to rise. Trying to find an advantageous angle, I made a sideways approach, which she waved off.

“Haven’t I taught you anything? You are to always maintain eye contact unless I specifically order otherwise, correct?”

“Yes, Miss…” I was defeated, and we both knew it.

I faced her and leaned forward, slowly. She kept her eyes on mine. My breathing was rapid, thinking I would accomplish what I wanted so desperately. Just when I could actually feel her warm breath upon my face, I could feel the swell of her breast touch my left nipple.

“Clumsy!” She said as she used her nails to pinch the offending nipple hard. I yelped and backed off, out of reach.

“Would you like to try again, double or nothing? You get another chance, but if you make another mistake, you get twice the penalty on punishment day.”

“Yes, Miss, please!” What choice did I have? She was so close!

Again I tried a slightly different angle, but keeping my eyes on hers, closing steadily, but carefully. This time it was my other nipple touching her nipple. Again the sharp pain of her talons as I reared up in pain.

“I can’t believe how awkward you are, pet. Here I am, offering you the chance of a lifetime, the chance to kiss me, on the lips, and how do you react? By flopping your tits all over the place! Really!”

“Yes, Miss… I’m so sorry, Miss!”

“Al right. One last chance. I don’t even want to think of how much penance you will be doing if you mess this up! Are you ready, pet?”

I swallowed and nodded. Again I leaned carefully forward. Sucking in my breath, holding it for all I was worth. Careful not to break eye contact, inching my way forward, mesmerized by her features, inhaling her scent, our lips were only an inch apart when…

“What’s this?”

Her knee her come in contact with my erection straining against the velour of my hot pants. Forgetting myself, I looked down for a moment. Per her instructions, the cock was pulled up a condom fitted over it, stowed under first the pantyhose and then the hot pants, the balls tucked under the crotch. The strain of all the anticipation and teasing had been too much for it to bear. Now it seemed ready to explode, trying to break free. Her legs were crossed, a position I had not noticed before.

“Since you have proven yourself unworthy of kissing my lips, and you certainly have had your opportunities, you may instead kiss my boots.”

She proffered a shiny red one and I knelt before her, placing my lips to the toe. I kissed and licked both boots, from toe to the tops, ending just below her knees. Every offending drop of rain was leaned off. When I had finished, she slowly spread her legs, revealing her paradise, smooth and moist, swollen in anticipation. I lovingly kissed and licked my way to the entrance, eventually rewarded with the golden nectar that awaited. She was hot, so wet, and so ready. Now she reclined and began to stroke my hair as she guided my face to the most advantageous positions. I took my time, patiently using my tongue, my lips, even my teeth in ways I knew she liked. I could sense by her shifting posture, her rapid breathing, her audible gasps when I was hitting the mark. Her hot juices covered my face, and I gloried in it. My long hair played against he thighs, tickling her as my head moved. I could feel the sides of my breasts rubbing on the inside of her legs, the velour smoothly caressing her.

Soon her knuckles tightened on my hair and she began a small series of eruptions. One built on another like a chain reaction, until she clenched my head in a vise-like grip. My tongue probed as deeply as it could, licking the inside of her walls, trying to reach into hidden treasures. My nose rubbed her erect clit, feeling it throb. Finally, in one great shudder, she climaxed. Holding it in, savoring each delicious moment, she slowly relaxed. I softly lapped up the remaining nectar, kissing her still swollen and inflamed labia. Small, quiet kisses floated over her abdomen. She sighed in contentment, and I was thrilled by it.

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