Marty had texted me to meet him at the apartment he rented outside Los Angeles. He must have had a rough day on the set and needed some attention. I quickly packed my “Mistress Bag” and headed over to his place.
I arrived there before he did, and as I had my own key, I let myself in. Knowing he would need a drink when he arrived, I mixed a pitcher of Martinis before unpacking My “Mistress Bag”, which contained essential elements and tools to soothe his troubled soul.
Marty arrived about twenty minutes after I had dressed.
In the bedroom he poured us each a Martini, and we sat on the bed for a few minutes as he discussed his troubles of the day.
“Mistress Rosie, there are just so many assholes on this job. I had to do one take seven times before the guy got it right. I am so tense and have such a headache, ” Marty whined.
“Enough whining, Marty. On your knees, Now!” I commanded.
He did as he was told.
I smacked him across the face as his beautiful green eyes stared into mine.
“Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?” He asked, turning the other cheek to me.
I smacked the other side of his face, then tousled my fingers through his hair before shoving his face between my legs. His tongue probed my sweetness. Flicking back and forth on my clit gently, sucking, biting. He inserted his tongue in my womanhood and began to french kiss it, swirling around the sides. I latched onto his tongue as if it were a cock and began to make love to it. Riding it, grinding my clit upon it. Bringing myself to multiple orgasms. My juices flowed like water from a fountain.
I kicked him from me, and once more he looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes full of adoration. He looked so tantalizing in My Collar, and he knew it. Yes, Marty liked to keep me on my toes.
“Perhaps you need to be shown your place, Bitch?” I asked him.
“Yes, Mistress.” He answered.
Upon donning my Strap-on I ordered him to bend over and grab his ankles. He did as he was told.
I inserted the tip into his rosebud, tickling it, teasing him. I enjoyed hearing him whimper. Slowly I inched my way in, until his ass became my playground. I stroked in and out slowly at first, then grasping his hips I began to thrust him. His moans told me how much he was enjoying it. I put my hand up and under him and gave his balls a tight squeeze. They were full, and he was beyond ready for release.
“Beg for it!” I commanded.
“Please, Mistress. Please let me cum, ” he begged.
I gave a final thrust before issuing the command.
“Give it to Your Mistress!” I ordered.
His body shook and trembled, and his release was great.
“Mistress, You own me, and I adore you, ” Marty uttered.