I can almost hear her voice in my head, when I look at Mistress Jennifer. She could have even written the following story in her diary, between sessions of torturing men… Except that I would never dare to put words in her mouth, as the consequences could prove dire indeed.

“The Words of a Mistress”

You are lying on my bed, arms and legs bound to the sturdy metal posts, wearing nothing but a blindfold.

Tonight, you are nothing to me but a hard cock and an eager tongue.

Your needs are meaningless.

You are here to please me, to obey me.

You have a safe word, but no matter how hard we play, it has never passed your lips.

I love your body, but it is that all empowering trust that sends me over the edge.

It is that trust you give me to know your limits, and never give more than you can take.

You love the way I hurt you. You are addicted to the clasp of my pussy and the kiss of my whip. You drink my juices like a man starved, and suck on my tits like a hungry child.

Even now, your cock rises toward your stomach in eager anticipation.

My mouth waters, and stifling a moan I lower my head to your crotch, taking that hard, pulsing meat into my mouth. I suck gently, tonguing the underside of your cock in a way that makes you desperate every time.

You moan helplessly as I slide the plug in your ass. Your body arches away from it, but a slap to the side of your ass tells you I won’t tolerate your disobedience. Your cock gets even harder, telling me how badly you want to come, but you won’t.

I haven’t given you permission yet.

As the whip strikes you, you arch towards me, loving the punishment. On the tenth lash, I press a button on the remote, sending vibrations deep into your ass, massaging your prostate.

Your pleas are music to my ears.

I take you deep, coming until my pussy aches.

Only then do I let you come.