Free Desire by Madame B Page A

hard as he could possibly get, I rammed it up Howie’s ass, noticing as I did that his tight little hole was shaven. This made him seem even more vulnerable, which got me even wetter. As he screamed for mercy, I varied the stimulation, knowing that I was plea suring his secret hot spot, deep inside him, right behind his dick. He must have wanted to come so bad because he was almost in tears, but I would not allow him to submit to his bodily pleasures without my permission.
    “Please,” he begged in a pathetic little-boy voice that made my pussy swell even more. “Please, mistress, let me come.”
    “Not till I say so,” I shouted, stepping up the stimulation even further, wondering how long a man could possibly hold out. I waited until his body began to buckle and convulse, then bent down and whispered in his ear, “You may release your juices now ,” and gave the head of his dick a sharp tug. I could barely breathe as his soft, naked balls rose up into his body and his hot penis spilled forth a fountain of white milk that trickled all over my arm. I decided to give him one last punishment.
    “Look at the fucking mess you’ve made,” I said. “Lick that off.”
    The sight of Howie’s spent body in a heap on the floor, his head straining up and his white teeth and pink tongue slurping and sucking his own come from my arm was more than I could take. I squeezed my thighs together, rocked back and forth a few times, and experienced a silent orgasm that rippled through me like white heat. I glanced down at my body. My darkened nipples and flushed skin made it obvious I’d just come, but I gave nothing away, waiting for a minute or two until Howie had licked every salty droplet off my skin.
    “That’s the end of that,” I said, partly because I wasn’t sure what to do now.
    “I don’t think so,” said a familiar female voice behind me. I whirled around. Charlotte! The blood ran from my cheeks, and I felt dizzy with shame and panic. Shame that I’d let myself get caught—panic that the best job I’d ever had was now over. Now that I’d climaxed, I didn’t feel like a powerful dominatrix anymore. I just felt like me, a cleaning lady with ideas above her station. And there was nowhere to go. I was acutely conscious of my nakedness beneath the thin, transparent garment.
    But Charlotte wasn’t angry. She was smiling. And, now that I looked down, so was Howie.
    “I knew you had it in you the moment I saw you,” she said, looking approvingly at my body in the form-fitting catsuit. “That’s why I gave you the job. I guessed as soon as we spoke that you wouldn’t be able to resist trying the whip on for size. And it suits you. You’re a natural. Don’t you think, Howie?”
    Howie, still naked and lying curled up on the floor, nodded through his blissed-out haze. At that moment, I understood that it had been a trap, a setup to see how I would react when Howie turned up unexpectedly. I couldn’t believe that Charlotte would be so devious or that I had fallen for it.
    “Are you going to fire me?” I asked.
    “Oh, yes, I am going to have to let you go and get a new cleaner,” said Charlotte. I bit my lip, trying to hold the tears back. “After all, you can’t hold two jobs down at once, can you?”
    “I don’t understand,” I replied.
    “Tina, you’ve seen how business is booming. I can’t run this place all by myself anymore. I need a new assistant. A young, eager, beautiful dominatrix I can teach the tricks of the trade to and who can look after the clients I can’t fit in. The job is yours if you want it. Do say yes.”
    “Yes!” I said, tears of frustration turning to tears of pleasure and spilling down my cheeks. “But there’s just one thing. Who’s going to clean this place tonight?”
    “Howie!” barked Charlotte, suddenly in the mistress role again. “You will spend the rest of the evening washing up this room as punishment for your disgusting thoughts.”
    Howie looked at me and