The Coven- Part 17

There's no one quite like a dominatrix.

I lay panting on Katarina’s bed. Still with my arms and legs tied to the bed frame, my own semen slowly cooling on my stomach. She kneeled beside me, still holding onto my spent cock, as naked as I was, her breasts rising and falling with every breath she took. For that moment, neither of us said anything.

In fact, I didn’t know what to say. I had never been treated like this by a woman before, and I had never imagined it would feel this good. But at the same time, I felt ashamed of myself. That was the point, after all. But that sense of shame at being controlled so easily by this woman, I soon found, only deepened after orgasm. It was always there, but in the full flood of my desire, it was easier to ignore it.

Not anymore.

She had made me call her Mistress, made me call myself her property, her little bitch, and the mess of cum on my stomach was proof of how much I had enjoyed it. I felt my cheeks burning red as I lay there, finding it hard to meet her gaze.

If I could have, I would’ve been tempted to leave right there and then, pull my clothes back on and beat a hasty retreat, fleeing her and this bedroom and the sheer embarrassment of what she had done to me.

But of course, that wasn’t an option. And now that my desire had cooled, now that I was thinking a little more clearly, I fully realized just how much trouble I had gotten myself into.