Fantasies of Mistress

“Mommy owns her little girl, Fate. Now tell me if you ever want to forget that.”

“Never. God, never. Mommy, it’s like I’m falling only there’s no word. I’m falling from grace to find a higher grace.”

“Show me how you cum, Fate.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Now, Plaything.”

Fate cried and fell halfway off the chair. “Mommy? I just wanted you to see how beautiful I am.”

“I’m sorry, Baby. Didn’t you like your cum?”

“Yes,” Fate straightened herself. “Yes, I did.”    

“Who do you feel you are?” asked Lea with a slight smile.

“So you want to be what I desire and not the fulfillment of my desire?” Lea asked, hurt.

Fate’s eyes softened, and she gently cupped Lea’s face in her hands. “But then I become the fulfillment of what you desire because I am yours,” she said with a reassuring smile.

“Get a shower, beautiful. All the way down to exfoliating your heels. Then five minutes in the tub. Hot, hot water. Don’t dry. I want to feel your body burn against me.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Fate smiled and scampered down the hall.

“You don’t get to call me Mistress until you stop thinking its funny,” Lea called after her.

Fate points the gun at the back of the headrest, her voice steady and commanding. “It’s a test, Kenneth,” she says softly. “To see how far you’re willing to go, how much you’re willing to trust us.”

Fate’s breath caught in her throat, the intensity of Lea’s gaze holding her captive. Her heart pounded, but amidst the fear and submission, there was an undeniable relief, a dark comfort in the knowledge that she was Lea’s and Lea’s alone. Despite the sternness in Lea’s words, Fate felt a rush of affection and gratitude. Lea’s guidance, though harsh, had given her purpose and direction.

“You see,” she continued, “your desires give me power. They validate my existence, make me feel cherished, adored. It’s a symbiotic relationship—your need to fulfill your deepest wishes feeds my vanity, and in return, I give you the affection and attention you crave.”

She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. “But don’t worry, Michael. This isn’t a bad thing. Embrace it. Let yourself be swept away by it. Because in the end, it’s about mutual satisfaction. Your desires will be my playground, and I promise you, we’ll create something beautiful together.”

It’s a good thing my pussy gets hotter and wetter for my Daddy than for all those other boys with their little dicks. I’d be a bad daughter otherwise, right Daddy?

Instead I could feel Mommy watching me to make sure I enjoyed her cocksucking like a son who understands that Mommies suck their little boy’s dicks whenever they want. My cum would prove she was a good Mommy. My pleasure was in embracing being used, in having my dick sucked, an arbitrary act to fill my arbitrary need to cum that Mommy was filling as she sucked at the head of my dick, proving she was a good Mommy. But of course she would want to make that plain right from the start.

“Good boy. You can go soft if you want, but you cannot cum. I’m going to take my time with your virgin dick.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself too me. Her tongue stabbed in and out of my mouth, fucking it like a dick while she rocked very softly atop me. Mistress Lea let out a soft whimper and began screwing me faster, mashing her hips against me higher. She coaxed my tongue into her mouth and then, locking lips, proceeded to nurse like a baby bird, sucking and tonging and biting. She pulled back, her hair a mess around her face and shoulders. “Do you want to lose your virginity, Michael? Are you ready now, Baby?”

"Come in," Dr Lee's voice called when I rapped at her office door. "Michael. It's good to see you again. How are you finding my class." "I'm having difficulty concentrating, Dr Lee." "Please. Lea. I'm afraid I was just getting ready to leave, but I have something for you." She reached into her desk drawer and drew out a canister of tea. "Do you know how to make green tea?" I nodded. "I want you to drink a cup before each class. And drink a cup before you come see me here, and I want you to again, whenever you…

I found her around back in a very large hot tub nude and crying. I began to disrobe and she saw my erection and climbed out of the tub, into the grass on all fours. “I love you,” Dr Lee I breathed as I sank into her. She squirmed her ass back at me and whined and whimpered and I fucked her very, very fast, my hands on her waist. “That’s, it. You fucking whore,” I grunted, lost in a world where all I felt was my penis and to a lesser extent, her pussy around it, where she had become an object of gratification, something to jerk off with. “You want that fucking cum.. God, fuck, bitch. Need, need, fuck. Give you my fucking now no don’t, you don’t fucking own my yes fucking soul.”

“You are such a sweet, hot little piece of ass.” She began riding me. “My pussy wants a taste of your soul for breakfast. Surrender. Surrender to it. Surrender to me. Become my mindless cunt slave. Follow me hither and hither, always trusting, always happy, more and more you until you hit on it and understand that you were made for me, that the only reason you exist is to love me to the point of worship and feed your cum to my womb. It’s your reward for fucking me, and that’s you’re wildest fantasy, isn’t it baby?”

She didn’t want another kiss. Instead she sank down on my erect penis. The look in her eye said she had done this before, that she liked college boys because, if she got older, they stayed the same age. And with half the Freshman class virgin, her appetite for us was readily sated.

Mistress picked up the tempo and I locked my ankles behind her neck. We were thumping the headboard. “Like this, baby?”

Her penis grew hard into my hand and I came instantly, chest heaving, my shitter a vice on my Mistress’s dick. “I . . . KNOW . . . WHAT . . IT . . . . MEANS . . . . TO . . . TRULY . . . BELONG. . . . TO . . . . YOU . . . MOMMY!!!!”

“See how your son takes my dick, Louis. See how long he’s wanted it? See how it fills his every need.” She started fucking me hard, fast. “I love giving it to him. I love making my possession of him complete. He’s mine now. Your poor little sissy became mine without knowing it. What do you think of him now?”

I fade in and out of feeling my love of your fucking me and my love for you. For brief flickers, you’re no one at all. I’m alone in a world that consists of your dick, your cock sheathe, and white haze that I float in, so released from everything else, entirely myself without inhibitions and getting fucked. Getting fucked by you, Mistress. Then it passes and I realized that I felt fully possessed by you again.

“Christ,” Mistress moaned. “You damned virgin.”

“I was raped.”

“By a man?

“A college wrestler. And then before that I was raped by a woman in my sleep, Mommy. I woke up when I came.”

We moaned into each others mouth’s for minutes then she tried to squirm off of me, too sore from cumming. I held her waist and wouldn’t let her. She took my cock, caressing it, soothing into submission with the wet, soft walls of her pussy, eager to claim her prize, the last of my virgin cum.

Fuck your little girl good. Your whore fucking slit tramp need your dick, Mommy. So, so fucking much. God, I love it when me need your fucking cock by reminding me how much I love your fucking cock and showing me that I need dick like I need loving dick. Because it’s who I am. Because you know it’s who I am, right Mommy?

The mattress shifted behind me and Lea’s hand reached down to squeeze my balls. I parted my cheeks for her and she thoroughly lubricated me, even pushing large gobs of vasoline inside me. There came a pause then her cock nudging against its target and pushing into me in one steady stroke. My groan sounded like a sigh. “Finally,” I moaned, knowing I was taking the words from her mouth.

I understand that I belong to my mistress and only my mistress, that I’m yours and only yours, that it scares me but I want it forever and I hate feeling like I have control over it because it should be graven on my tombstone that I am yours.

There’s no emotional component to being owned, Mistress. It’s just knowledge. There could be fear, I guess. But I just know. It’s not good or bad. It just is. And I never wanted it. It hurt. So bad. The process of you acquiring me.