Real World in Fashion.

barabara's boytoy I've known Barbara for a few months now. We met at the community college we both attend and have developed quite an interesting relationship. It all started one night on the phone. We got on the topic of control, and she told me that she liked to tie men up and spank them. Now, I have always had fantasies about submitting to a woman, but never dreamed that I might get the chance to fulfill my fantasy. But like the cruel temptress she is, she teased and taunted for months before requiting my passion. She would invite me over and come to the door naked, or we would wash her car while she wore the tiniest bikini allowed by law. And then there was the phone sex, which was always intense. But despite my efforts, none of these activities resorted in anything more than a cock-tease. That was until last month when she invited me over. I was expecting to once again be denied any sexual activity when I rang the door bell. She answered wearing a black pair of stockings, garter belt, lace panties, and a bra that barely held in her big, beautiful tits. "I want you to be my boytoy tonight," she stated bluntly. I was speechless, hardly able to move as she motioned me into her family room and down the hall. As we stood in the doorway of her bedroom, I reached out to touch one of her breasts, which she answered with a slap to my face. She roared "Maybe you don't understand what I meant by boytoy. You will only respond to me as 'mistress'. You are not to touch me or touch yourself unless I give you permission to. Now, take off your clothes." I obeyed her command. My cock was so stiff I felt as though I was going to faint. I excitedly eyed her as she moved to her closet, opened the door and pulled out a riding crop and a pair of shiny handcuffs. I suddenly became fearful, wondering just what i had gotten myself into. "Hands behind your back, stud" she commanded. She roughly cuffed my hands, rendering them useless. "Now, for each time you misbehave, you will get 20 spankings." I couldn't believe she was going to be so harsh. "But mistress," I protested. That was my next mistake. "Let's make it 40 then," she responded with a wicked smile. When her riding crop first smacked my butt, it sent an intense and euphoric combination of pleasure and pain through my body. She made me count out all 40 strokes, my voice a shaky moan as I took each blow to my tender bottom. My body trembled as she punished me and my ass burned and stinged. The hormonal force which tingled through my cock and balls drove me crazy, but the handcuffs prevented me from touching or relieving my poor, aching prick. "Look at that hard-on. What a bad little boy you are," she scolded. Then, with a pouty, sexy look she taunted "Do you want to cum, huh?" Having a sexy, busty blonde like Barbara ask me that at anytime would drive me wild, but the fact that she had me in such a helpless state only fueled my arousal. "Yes, mistress. Please?" I whimpered, like a dog. She slowly rubbed her riding crop across my cock, lowering it down to tickle and rub against my balls. I let out an overwhelming sigh of pleasure. She slowly circled me as my body still trembled from the spanking she had administered. My ass was now numb, and I could only imagine just how red it had gotten. She walked slowly, looking me over like a piece of meat. Finally, she broke the silence. "No, I don't think you've been a good enough boy to cum just yet. First you have to prove to me that you can restrain yourself. Now get on your knees, you dog." She then stripped out of her bra and panties. I couldn't believe how perfect her naked tits looked. She then teased me in the cruelest way possible. She eased down so that her breasts were as close to my face as possible without actually touching it. "I've seen you staring at these when I'm trying to talk to you. Are these what you want, huh?" "Yes," I replied instantly." "Well, too bad, baby," she said, and then abruptly rose to her feet. She then took a dildo she had placed on her dresser and began licking and sucking on it seductively. "Don't you wish this was yours?" She then began to masturbate herself with the dildo. She made me watch her for what seemed like hours, as she brought herself to three or four orgasms. After awhile it was difficult to keep count or tell whether or not she was cumming. What sweet torture it was to have my own needs unrequited while being forced to watch this gorgeous blonde satisfy her desires to the extreme. After her final orgasm, which she had while lying on her bed, she rested for awhile. Then she got up and looked at my erection. "Get up slave, and follow me." She led me into the kitchen and ordered me to stand at the sink. She uncuffed me and said "since you were such a good boy, I think I'll let you masturbate for me. But make sure to get it all in the sink, or it'll be 40 more spankings for you tomorrow night." She whipped my ass once again as I pumped away. After such a long and tempting night, it only took a minute or two for me to blow my load. Unfortunately, it was such a powerful orgasm that some of my cum splattered onto the wall and kitchen counter. Sure enough, the next night it was 40 more spankings for Barbara's boytoy.