"Oooooooh Michael. Yes...Yeeeessssss..."

Her soft-toned words undulated out of the darkness, seeming to carress Mike's head. He was blindfolded, with his arms locked in a snug armbidner behind his back. A single thick black belt on each leg kept his legs frogtied. And his leather collar locked around his neck. And apart from that he was completely naked and devoid of any other restraints.

He was kneeling on what had once been his bed. His abductress was laying across it. Completely nude. He moaned suddenly as he felt a languid hand reach out and run down his ribs to his upper thigh, taking a moment to tweak certain sensitive spots she had found earlier in his captivity. He bent down and began to sensually lick and kiss along her gorgeous legs, accompanied by her own pleased moans and encouragements. Every one of her moans made him shiver and squirm in response, renewing his efforts to please her. To worship her. This amazing, gorgeous, goddess of a woman. The one who had taken him. Had offered this winding, frustrating, terrifying path to him on that first day. He moaned again at the thought of how close he had come to not taking it.

But he had. He had accepted her collar. Truly accepting her control had been more difficult. Far more terrifying than simply being her hostage had been the prospect of real slavery to her. Mike knew now why he had resisted. She had told him as much during his recordings. He feared to truly give up control, because as he had discovered, he actually enjoyed it. Something he had desperately tried to deny this entire time, despite all the punishments and pleasure she had doled out. His resistance had finally crumbled when she took him with her strapon whilst he was bound in a bitchsuit. And after that...after that...

He shifted where he was licking and kissing, shuffling forwards to blindly feel out for her chest. He teased along the sides of her breasts, and was rewarded with a gasping laugh,

"Oh you delightful, daring boy." He felt a hand grip the back of his head and bring him up to have his open mouth fiercely kissed. Her hunger drove him wild, and he thrust against her upturned body as her other hand gave him a single teasing stroke. She broke free of the kiss as he gasped in shock and for air, and brought his head down closer to her lips, his face cradled in her neck, "You are my slave, aren't you Michael?"

"Yes Mistress." I whispered back, hardly believing my ears that I was able to say it. I chanced a soft kiss against the side of her neck, and was rewarded with a moan and another fierce kiss before she pushed my head back towards her breasts, 

"Good boy. Now, continue worshiping your Mistress. She enjoys your touch, slave." Her hands traced teasing patterns against Mike's skin as he shivered and trembled on his way back to kissing and teasing her breasts.

The two of them moaned together as she guided him across her body. A mistress leading her blind slave. A slave, dutifully following his mistress' direction, trusting in her. She found she enjoyed leaving him without his sight but ungagged. Especially useful for moments like this, and that he was no longer a sruly malcontent in his slavery. She had finally broken him out of that shell. And what a change it had been.

She bit at her lip as his tongue traced across her nipple, and she held his head there for him to tongue and kiss it. Ooooooooh yes indeed. She could actually let him near her in a less controlled manner, without having to have fucked him into submission with her strapon. Not that she hadn't still done that on occasion. He was such a good, enjoyable fucktoy after all. But now at least, he took his mistress-pleasing duties rather more seriously. 

"Mmmmmm..." She gripped his head again, bringing him up for another hungry kiss, "You do know how to get me going, slut."

"Mmmmm...aaaaaoooohhhhh..." Mike groaned as her other hand found his cock and balls, teasingly playing with them as her other hand held his head close to hers,

"Such a good pet," she whispered to him, continuing to tease his manhood. Mike moaned again, the words sending a hot flush of pleasure through him, "Such a goooood boooy for me. For your Mistress. I am so proud of the progress you've made Michael. So proud."

He moaned again, thrusting himself forward and burying his head into the crook of her neck. She grinned and kissed the side of his neck and head, drawing more muffled moans from him. "My good boy. My obedient pet. My worshipful slave."

At every description Mike moaned again, thrusting against the bed and her. Her grin widened and she pulled him back, releasing her grip on his groin and pressing him down. Down. Down. He trailed frantic kisses across her breasts and stomach as she pushed him ever farther. Until he ended up on his stomach. The scent of her, only inches away from his face, drove him to squirm forwards. Her hand breifly held him in check as he heard her give a throaty laugh,

"Such a lustful slave. I want you to impress me now, pet. Bring me pleasure, and I will spend the rest of the night wringing every last ounce of pleasure from your body. Worship me, as your owner, slaveboy."

Mike needed no further encouragement, and launched himself forward, to tongue, and lick and kiss at her. Her tutelage over the past period of captivity now served him well. He took his time at it, despite his own frantic need. He worked his way in a sensual manner, now increasing his speed, now decreasing, then moving inwards, then drawing back. Her moans increased in volume and pace, and soon she was gripping the sheets with one hand, the other firmly on the back of his head. Driving him onwards. He began to back out to tease her again, but her hand drove him deeply into her. He gasped and then set to with a will, sending her careening towards an orgasm with his tongue. She let out one final gasp, and then gave a loud cry of pleasure, pressing his face into her as she came.

Mike continued to worship, even as she came. This was his place. Pleasing his mistress. How could he ever have resisted this woman? He moaned into her sex, his arms squirming in their tight leather bondage, his eyes searching the darkness of his blindfold. All thought of what the future might bring him had fled his mind. All that remained was the desire to give his mistress as much pleasure as he could. Perhaps later, when he lay exhausted in his sleepsack, listening to her crooning voice, he might give some thought to what his complete and total submission might mean. But not now. Not for a long...loooong time.