Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

As she sat recovering, I led my naked puppy, firmly encased in his chastity device, back to the table.

I lower the table to waist height, then have him sit on the end of the table, with his feet on the floor. I shackle his ankles to the legs of the table. I place a smother box on the table, then I tell him to lie back, and I close the box around his head and lock it.

The box is custom-made to fit puppy tightly so he cannot move even a millimeter. This allows me to aim exactly how I want. It is well-padded to fit snuggly, which means it also cuts off sound.

Once he is locked into the box, I attach his wrist cuffs straight overhead so he is well stretched out. Then I lift my skirt and climb up to sit on his face (in the opposite direction as shown in the image).

I spread my cunt lips and press my urethra down directly over his tongue. He goes to work, licking between my cunt lips as I grind my clit into his nose.

I know he was jealous that she got all the torture, because he is a serious masochist. But she prefers sensual domination, so she is appalled that he is getting to service me after all she suffered for me. Nothing like using slaves in such a manner as to cause the utmost mind-fuck!

To take as much as possible, and give as little as I can get away with...

I continue riding his face as he works furiously with his tongue, dipping it into my pussy as deeply as he can. The first time I cum, I squirt my juices into his eyes. He shuts them tightly in a futile attempt to escape the burning.

I adjust my stance slightly so as to squirt my next load up his nose and continue face-sitting him until a second orgasm overtakes me and hear him begin choking beneath me.

Due to his inability to move, I can aim my juices as I choose. I decide one more shot... directly down his throat, and adjust my position accordingly.

I hear gasping, and realize he is having difficulty breathing, but I have decided he shall not take a breath until he swallows a full shot of my cum. I push down harder, rubbing my clit against his nose, and feel it start. Ah...

I left my hips slightly and hear him gulping to grab as much air as possible. As he gasps, I pull my legs up in front of me, and sit back down, placing my asshole directly over his mouth.

"It takes a lot longer to make me cum this way, so you better start licking," I tease. My next squirt will be on his forehead, nowhere near as much fun as my previous orgasms in the sadistic sense. But in the sensual sense, it's perfect... there's nothing as sensual as having a tongue work the sensitive bits of the sphincter.

Once I squirt into his hair, I lift myself up and look down. He is slightly blue, but none the worse for wear, though he is behaving like a fish out of water, gasping desperately.

I get up, unlock his head, then his hands and feet. But I leave the collar and chastity device on.

"Time for you to clean up the other slave, then the dungeon," I smirk, as I walk regally from the room.

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