I Got 'Punished' For My Mistake

I've always been a submissive man, with a fetish for dominant women. I've been seeing a mistress for a few months now, and our relationship has been built on a foundation of power exchange and mutual respect. We have our rules, and we both understand the consequences of breaking them.

One day, I made a mistake. I came without her permission, and I knew I would have to face the consequences of my actions. I found myself in her sex dungeon, handcuffed, naked and vulnerable, with a very displeased mistress walking along the bed I was tied to.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she said, her voice dripping with disapproval. "You know what you did, don't you?"

I nodded, my heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. "Yes, Mistress. I came without your permission."

She walked around me, her heels clicking against the stone floor. I could feel her breath on my neck as she whispered in my ear, "You know what happens to naughty boys who can't follow the rules, don't you?"

I nodded again, my throat dry. "Yes, Mistress. They get punished."

She stepped back and looked me up and down. "That's right. And I have just the punishment in mind for you."

She walked over to a table and picked up a feather. I knew what was coming, and I braced myself for the sensation. She ran the feather over my body, starting at my shoulders and working her way down to my chest. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling, trying to ignore the anticipation of what was to come.

But she wasn't done yet. She picked up a flogger and began to use it on me, striking my back and ass with precise, measured strokes. I cried out in pain, but also in pleasure. I was her submissive, and I wanted her to dominate me, to take control.

She continued to flog me, increasing the intensity of her strokes as she went. I could feel my body responding, my cock growing hard despite myself. I knew I wasn't allowed to cum, but I couldn't help it. I was in her power, and I was completely under her control.

She must have noticed, because she stopped flogging me and walked over to my face. She grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her. "You're not allowed to cum, do you understand me?" she said, her voice stern.

I nodded, my eyes pleading with her. "Yes, Mistress. I understand."

She smiled, a cruel glint in her eye. "Good. Because if you do, the punishment will be much worse."

She approached me, and I knew what she was going to do. She lowered her naked pussy in front of my mouth, asking me to dip my face in her sweet cavern. She shook her hips a little bit, teasing me before she lowered herself to sit on my face.

I didn’t take long to taste her, putting care in each movement of my tongue, feeling extra turned on to see she was getting wetter by the minute. Her subtle moans were doing something to my cock, but she avoided placing a hand on it.

My mistress placed a hand on my mouth and got up to adjust herself just on top of my dick. She was going to ride me, and I wouldn't be allowed to cum.

She straddled me, her pussy hovering above my cock. She reached down and guided me inside her, and I groaned in pleasure. She began to ride me, slow and steady at first, but then faster and harder. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but I knew I couldn't cum. I could feel my balls tightening up, practically begging for my seed to be released inside her.

She reached down and started to play with my nipples, pinching and twisting them. I cried out in pleasure, my body writhing beneath her. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You're not allowed to cum, do you understand me?"

I nodded, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. She continued to ride me, her movements becoming more and more frenzied. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

And then, just as I was about to lose control, she stopped. She climbed off me and stood up, looking down at me with a smirk on her face. "Good boy," she said, running her hand over my chest. "You didn't cum. You passed the test."

I let out a sigh of relief, my body still trembling with the effort of holding back. She leaned down and kissed me, her lips soft and gentle against mine.

"But the night is not over yet," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I have more plans for you."

I looked up at her, my eyes wide with anticipation. I was her submissive, and I would do anything she asked of me. I was ready for whatever she had in store for me next.