That didn’t sound very fair. “You mean…”
“Yes. You blew it today, so I’m your Mistress,” Kristen said, her eyes grinning, but her look still serious. “I’m going to let you think about this. When I’m good and ready, I’ll return.”
Kristen left me alone at that point, leaving me to think of her version of “fairness.” If she wants sex, she’ll call me Master, and I’ll take her. If I don’t respond as her Master, then she’ll take over as my Mistress, and she’ll take me. In other words, when Kristen wants sex, Kristen will get sex.
This setup didn’t seem very fair to me. The unfair point was that I wasn’t being consulted. Whether or not I wanted sex when Kristen wanted it, she’d get it. This was the sort of thing that bothered me about Kristen’s insistence that we would be spending our lives together. It wasn’t a terrible thing, but I wanted to have some say in the matter.
If this choice was offered to me a couple of months ago, I would have gone along with it. After all, a guy would do anything to have sex with somebody like Kristen, right?
But now, there were other thoughts. For instance, what if I wanted sex and she didn’t want it? If I were to reverse our roles, I could make her have sex with me at my own whim. What was the difference between that and rape? Wasn’t that one of the big problems with the tickets, that the people that received them didn’t have any say in the matter?
Then again, Kristen was indeed a special case. She was obligated to have my cock and sperm on a regular basis, and the only person to blame for this was me. Maybe this was Kristen’s subtle way of getting even with me.
Thinking about Kristen’s addiction led to a new train of thought. If Kristen’s “Master and Slave” game was unfair to me, how fair was Kristen’s addiction to her? I mean, given that Kristen had this addiction, what if I suddenly choose never to allow Kristen access to those things she craves? I saw her strung out like a junkie when she originally received her addiction; it occurred to me that I could do this again. What would happen? Looking at how Kristen was going to play her game with me, it seemed like if she couldn’t get her fix from me willingly, she might take it from me unwillingly! Was this fair—to me as well as to her? I shuddered at this thought and abandoned this line of thinking.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to have any sort of intellectual discussion with Kristen. I was the one that was tied up, spread-eagle to her bed, and Kristen was out of the room. She was definitely calling the shots right now, and there was no way for me to deny this plain fact.
It was true that Kristen liked playing games in bed, and that this could be just another game to her. If so, it wouldn’t hurt for me to play along.
After a few minutes, Kristen came back into the room. “You’ll eat me, and you will bring me to three orgasms. They need to be big ones. Until I get my quota, I’ll suck you but I won’t let you shoot off. Now, you know and I know that my biggest orgasms are when I’m can taste you, so you’re going to have to work extra hard.”
“How long do I have… Mistress?” I asked, playing along with the game.
“As long as it takes. I’ll stay here until I get my quota. If it takes you an hour, I’ll be happy, and then I’ll swallow your cum and I’ll untie you. If it takes you two days, I’ll wait patiently.”
“But we have school tomorrow!” I protested.
Kristen grinned, and swatted me for not calling her Mistress. “You may not want to miss school, but I’m getting my quota, no matter how long you have to try. I’ve been alone in Europe for the past week, baby! I want this!”
Kristen then left the room before I could respond.
I rarely saw this side of Kristen, the dominatrix. The one time I saw her like that was when she dominated Patrice a few months before.
It was obvious that Kristen gave me a difficult task. I mean, she enjoyed it when I licked her, and she even reached orgasm as I did so, but we were usually in a sixty-nine position when I did that, and her orgasms were usually triggered by my own climax. Thanks to my stupid wish, Kristen found it difficult to reach orgasm without my sperm in her mouth. This may be Kristen’s subtle way of getting even with me for making that wish.
Despite the fact that Kristen hit me three times with the fly swatter, she didn’t use anything close to the amount of strength that she could have put behind it. The intent wasn’t really to inflict real pain, but to show me how she wanted me to dominate her when our roles would eventually be reversed.
I smelled and heard Kristen cooking something in the kitchen. About twenty minutes later, Kristen reappeared in the bedroom with a small plate with a pile of what looked like shredded potatoes on it.
When Kristen came back into the bedroom, she explained, “It’s called rössti. It’s a delicious dish that I had when I was on my trip. It’s a simple recipe, really: butter and potatoes, topped with a little sour cream.” She ate a forkful and gave an appreciative “Umm” in response. “I wanted to make this for you, today, but I guess you’ll be eating something else right now, huh? Like me!”
Kristen ate another couple of forkfuls, and I could feel my mouth salivate over the aroma. For the simple dish that Kristen described, it smelled quite wonderful. I only ate a sausage grinder at dinner, and I was still a bit hungry.
My girlfriend put the plate down on the dresser and shrugged off her robe. “I guess I’m ready for my slave to work off his punishment.”
Without any fanfare, Kristen climbed into the bed, her feet toward the headboard, and straddled my face. My dick grew erect in anticipation of one of her lovely blow jobs, but Kristen didn’t lean over me. I inhaled Kristen’s musk for the first time in a week, and eagerly started licking the folds of her labia, and moved my tongue up and down, seeking to coax her clitoris from its hiding place. I thrust my tongue deep into her hole, and licked up and down until I felt the presence of her perky nub on my tongue.
Kristen adjusted her position, and soon I felt her lips engulf my cock. Hell, I thought to myself, I could imagine worse punishments than having your cock sucked by an expert and licking my lover’s twat. I continued to move my tongue about with renewed vigor. I felt some response as Kristen wiggled her hips to help my tongue reach the proper spot.
After a few minutes, I felt some reflexive movements between Kristen’s legs, recognizing an early sign of her release. I was amazed that I might actually make Kristen reach orgasm without my sperm in my mouth. At about this same time, Kristen stopped sucking me, lazily rubbing the tip of my cock with her tongue. I knew that she didn’t have any intention of allowing me to ejaculate until I gave her the requisite number of orgasms.
It took another couple of minutes, but Kristen’s movements started getting more erratic. Despite my tongue starting to get tired, I continued to thrust it into her snatch, trying to pull that first, difficult orgasm from her. Her thighs were squeezing me, and my cock was once again inside her mouth, although it was just a gentle suckle on the head of my cock while avoiding the tender area at the bottom. This was Kristen’s way of sucking me for long periods of time without actually making me come.
Recognizing that Kristen was not going to allow me to shoot off, I determined that I’d draw out an orgasm of sufficient size from her. I did have a few months’ experience in this position, and I was determined to make this as big as possible for Kristen.
Since Kristen was determined to not allow me to come until I brought out three “big” orgasms, I continued alternating between licking her folds, thrusting my tongue deep inside her, and sucking her clitoris between my lips.