Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

(continued from The Five Twenties - The Fourth Twenty)

As I lead him towards her, she is still muttering incoherently. His leash in my left hand, I grab a fistful of her hair with the same hand, then slap her face with my right to get her attention.

She looks at me through her tears and I sternly tell her to pay attention and hear the rules of the final twenty.

Addressing them both, I point out that puppy has been in his chastity device for five days. He shall assist me with inflicting the last twenty. He will fuck her mouth, twenty strokes.

He can cum on the twentieth stroke, or not at all. If he cums before the twentieth stroke, he will be punished and I will finish using her mouth with my strap-on as the twenty are not negotiable. If he does not cum on the twentieth stroke exactly, he will be locked back into the chastity device until such time as I decide.

I see the horror come over his face as I outline my plan. He does not have a dominant bone in his body. And I have basically set him up to rape her mouth.

Enjoying his discomfort, I clarify further, "You are to fuck her as deep and hard as possible on each stroke. If you don't, you save her nothing, as I will, and as you know, my cock is bigger than yours." I smile as he winces at the humiliation.

I untie her hands from over her head and place them beside her, then reach under the table to adjust a hinge, which lowers her head backwards. I lead him to the head of the table and unlock his chastity device and he immediately is hard and ready to go. I tell him to wait for me, and I crawl on to the table, straddling her waist, holding her arms down with mine.

"Fuck her mouth now," I tell him.

He is a bit hesitant on the first stroke, so I encourage him, "Harder, deeper, choke the bitch with your cock or I'll make you regret it." My threat prompts him to work harder, and I hear her gasp, as the saliva and snot run down his cock.

On the twentieth stroke, he goes in hard and doesn't pull out. I tell him to pull out, back up, stand and wait. I see he has not cum, which amuses me. Too afraid I guess. Or too stressed. Still he did a good job of using her, have to give him credit for that.

I lift the table back up to level and lock it, then let her legs free. I lift her to a sitting position, give her a sip of water, brush the hair back from her face. I kiss her on the top of the head and tell her she's been a good girl.

"I need the table now, so let me help you over to this chair. You can pull yourself together for a bit. You're dismissed as soon as you feel up to it, I figure you can recover for a half hour and still have time to shower and get to class on time."

The Five Twenties are complete, but I still have my puppy to play with. I return to him and relock his chastity device.

to be continued...

STORY INDEX
The Five Twenties - an introduction
The Five Twenties - The First Twenty
The Five Twenties - The Second Twenty
The Five Twenties - The Third Twenty
The Five Twenties - The Fourth Twenty
The Five Twenties - The Fifth Twenty
The Five Twenties - epilogue