The Smother Mistress Pt. 01

I no longer view myself as an independent person. I used to be, but I am no longer. I am simply a part of my mistress, living my life serving her curves and every need. I need her to exist, however, she does not need me. She often declares that I am replaceable, and that she is valuable, and she demonstrates that with her very narcissistic attitude. Most days she sits atop my back while I am on all fours, and she gets off to herself, sliding her fingers in and out of herself, then forcing me to lick the juices off of them. The punishment for anything I do wrong is the queening box. In my amateur days, I refused alot of her orders, and therefore, her sharp leather gloved hand slaps came quickly, or she was quick to drag me into the bedroom and lock me into the queening box. So now I do not refuse. Some days, when she is very mad, she has her other mistress friends come over and they all take turns doing whatever they want to me. Mistress is calling me now, and so I crawl over to her.

"GET IN HERE NOW, YOU WORTHLESS TRASH BAG!" she screams at the top of her lungs. I approach her as she flies a precisely calculated kick to my midsection. I crumple over as mistress approaches me, and lowers her body onto my stomach as I writhe in pain.

"STOP MOVING!" Mistress grabs my semi erect cock and balls, and squeezes them.

"KEEP MOVING, AND ILL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO SQUIRM ABOUT." I open my eyes, and with the look in her eyes, I don't dare question her. I noticed that she was in her workout clothes, her usual tight, black spandex shorts with her tank top, and she was dripping in sweat. There were multiple spots all along her outfit, and I could not tell if the spot on her crotch was sweat or if she was aroused. Either way, mistress slapped me clear across my face, bringing me to reality. Mistress stood up, and then pulled me up to the ground. I didn't dare struggle, as I knew that it would only make matters worse. She led me into the living room, and chained my arms to the couch. I laid there as she left and came back with the queening box. She set it down, the clean leather inside waiting to hold my soon to be tortured head. As she closed my head inside, I heard her leave for the kitchen.

Reentering, she returned with duct tape and an open a bag of Skittles. She pulled off her wet tights, and put the crotch part on top of my nose, forcing me to smell her womanly juices and scent. Using them to wipe up sweat and juices from on her, she then proceeded to crank my mouth open and put them inside. She then latched the duct tape over my mouth. The tangy flavor of sweat and her womanly honey juices combined, assaulting my feeble tongue. She was wearing a pair of lace white thongs, tight as the strap of fabric was engulfed into her bum and slightly damp on her crotch. She faced my body, and then straddled my chest as I struggled against the restraints to no avail. Her bum became bigger and bigger, the bulbous cheeks wiggling up to my helpless face. Eventually, she wandered up far enough to hover right above me, her juices inches above my ready mouth.

"You are to eat every Skittle, slave boy," she declared.

"If you miss any, that is an extra 10 minutes to your smother time."

With that said, she lowered her ass onto my face, my nose instantly being crushed and forced near her butthole. I felt the first Skittle drop, and it landed under her as she wiggled around, thus trapping the Skittle under her. Using my tongue, I wiggled it around and was able to eat it. She then dropped another one between the strap and her wet lip, glistening with juices. She was not very hairy, and the Skittle was covered at this point in liquid. Still, I snaked my tongue around and got past the thong, snatching the skittle and working outside of her inner lips. Finally, she shoved one up into her vagina, and getting up, she removed her thong and sat back down, allowing me to retrieve it. I have a rather large tongue and nose, and I snaked it along her walls, farther exploring for the Skittle. I swallowed the Skittle, as mistress had a great orgasm as wave after wave of bliss and she was soon off of her slave and looking at him in his hyperventilating state.

"Lets have some anal fun, you squirt," she claimed as she mounted his face once more.

To be continued...