Title: Mistress
Amanda
Author: Terre
Email: tguidry1976@yahoo.com
Series: TOS
Rating: NC-17
Paring: MU Sarek and MU Amanda
"Lick my cunt, kafeh. Lick it good. That's right. Move that
tongue. Shake that ass. Yeah, don't
forget about that. I want to see some tail in motion while I'm riding your
tongue. Stick that ass way up and wiggle it back and forth. I love to watch it
jiggle beneath you cuffed hands."
I awoke with a start, the words and phrases from the previous night's session
echoing in my brain. It was the first time I had had a Vulcan slave, for the
most part my clients are married humans wimps who need to hire a Mistress for a
hour or two to work off the pressures that their wives and girlfriends don't
acknowledge.
But Sarek was different. He is unmarried and powerful, and he had nearly begged
me for an overnighter when he heard that I was the proud possessor of a
soundproof dungeon. "I require a secure place to experiment," he had
said. "Price is of no consequence."
My cunt tingled with desire. You would think I would have had enough of him,
after having cuffed his hands and putting him on his knees to lick me by the
hour. When I had fucked his face to the point that I could barely walk, I had
chained him to the wall and watched him, his hard-on refused to either erupt or
go away. The tight leather strap at the base of his cock had something to do
with that, of course! When I was ready, I had unfastened it in a rush, causing
him to spray a huge amount of mint green jizz. Some of it had actually shot
high enough to splash the ceiling!
And then I had chained him on his back in the classic spread-eagle, to a
antique iron bed with an equally hard mattress. I fucked him like that, riding
his hard double-ridged cock to ecstasy. I then left him, not even giving him a
bio break. Licking my lips, I wondered if he had pissed on himself, so I
hurried back to my dungeon!
The piss report was negative. Sarek was somehow dry of everything but sweat,
although his green cock was flushed bright enough to make emeralds look dull. I
released him and spanked his ass cheeks as he scampered for the adjacent
bathroom. When he returned, an expression of eagerness mixed with humble
respect on his face, I ordered him to kneel.
"Let's see if you've learned anything about how to use that tongue of
yours," I said.
Of course, he worked me over like a paid streetwalker, his tongue locating each
and every one of my sweet spots with ease. I didn't want to make it too obvious
that his submissive style was sweeping me off my feet, though.
Once he had licked me to a wake-up orgasm I swatted his ass to make him hurry
down the hall to the kitchen, where I relished the sight of a naked Vulcan
preparing breakfast. Coffee, eggs, and toast can taste like a feast when they
are served by a trembling male with a fresh hard-on and a willingness to
please. I dipped strawberry jam on his throbbing cock and then licked it off,
causing him to swoon to the point where I was afraid he would fall out of his
chair.
"I see you have had a few dirty dreams," I commented as I
straightened up.
"Yes, Mistress," he said, blushing.
"Tell me."
He described in slow, halting words about the dreams he had experienced while
manacled on the bed. He told me how, in his meditation, he had relived the time
when I was riding high on his cock. The
need to relive had somehow translated itself into a sharper, more erotic
sensation, so that he could not tell if he really needed to take a bio break or
if he needed to be taken for another ride.
"Truthfully, I required both," he said, glancing down at his
cock. "Even though you gave me
permission to relieve myself ten point two five minutes ago, I am still
...aching."
"Dare you hint for my cunt, kafeh? For shame! You should get down
on your knees and beg!"
He did so, sweetly pleading with me to handcuff him and fuck him until I was
grinding his cuffed hands into his back while I sat high on his thighs.
I gave in, and an actual tear of joy rolled from the corner of his right eye.
Sarek makes a sweet, convincing slave. The only problem is that he is going to
spoil me for the part-time efforts of my other clients.
Author's note: kafeh means slave in Vulcan