Finding My Femdom Fantasy Parts 1 and 2

Finding My Femdom Fantasy Part 1

She took a breath and brought both elbows to the table, clasping her hands below her chin.
“If you want to be with me, you have to accept one thing above all.”
He had a good idea what was coming, but he asked anyway.
“What’s that, Mistress?”
“It’s about my desires, at all times, never yours.”
She raised her eyebrows. He nodded.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.”
The food arrived. Mistress Bianca waited until the waiter was out of earshot.
“Take your sandwich into the bathroom and masturbate on it.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
He looked at his sandwich, then back at her.
“I have to give you some punishment for lying about your name.”
She kept her mouth neutral, but her eyes were smiling.
“How will I get it to the bathroom?”
“You’re clever. You’ll figure it out.”
He looked around the restaurant. Five other tables were occupied, two of them on the way to the bathroom, plus the waiter. He looked back at Mistress Bianca, who was enjoying his distress.
“Can I just take the top piece of bread?”
“No.”
He wrapped his sandwich in his napkin and scanned the other tables: no one seemed to be looking. He was about to stand up when she held up a hand, then beckoned him closer. She spoke softly.
“As you masturbate, fantasize about sucking cock. Imagine I’m standing next to you, and you’re warming up some stud who’s going to fuck me while you watch.”
He blushed and looked at the table. It was a horrible image, seeing another man do what he so desperately wanted to do, and not just watching but readying him. He didn’t want to think about it, but he knew he would.
“Yes Mistress.”

Finding My Femdom Fantasy Part 2

“I’m going to keep you chaste the entire time you’re here. Isn’t that wonderful, slave?”
She was teasing him; he could hear it in her voice. She kept rubbing him with her finger. He could feel his orgasm approaching.
“I’ll tease and deny you every day, until your balls hurt so badly you can barely walk. You’ll watch me fuck other men. I’ll make you lick their assholes and clean their come out of my pussy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, slave?”
“I don’t-I don’t know, Mistress.”
She moved her hand away and looked down at him, her smile gone. The absence of her touch and affection was painful.
“Yes, Mistress. I would like that.”
She lightly stroked his cock again.
“It seems easy now, being my slave, but it gets more difficult. There may be a moment when you grow frustrated or angry. Understand that’s when your devotion is being tested, that’s when I see if you can really be my slave or if this is just a nice diversion for a month.”
It hurt to imagine returning to his barren, desperate life in New York. He vowed that he would do everything in his power to stay here forever. 
“I’ll do anything for you, Mistress.”
“I know, Michael. You’ll do horrible things for me, for the hope that I’ll touch you.”
She began stroking his cock again.
“Oh, yes Mistress!”
“You’ll beg me to abuse and humiliate you for my pleasure. Won’t you?”
Her words weaved through his body, pressing every one of his submissive buttons. Her hand held the base of his cock, and her finger rubbed up and down the shaft.
“Oh my God! May I come, Mistress?! May I, please?!”
“Yes.”
She let go of his cock right as he came. He moaned in frustration, lifting his hips to try to get closer to her, straining against his bondage. She laughed as the ecstasy dissipated without ever fully reaching its height. Whoever had named it a ruined orgasm had done an excellent job.
“Open.”
She scooped up his come and held it over his mouth. Slowly, she tilted her hand, and his come fell in one sticky glob, hitting him in the back of the throat.
“Don’t swallow.”
She leaned over and spit in his mouth.
“Keep it in your mouth. Swish it around. That’s a rule from now on. When you eat your come, or anyone else’s, you wait for my command to swallow.”
He nodded, frowning at the awful taste.
“Swallow.”
She watched him, clearly entertained by his discomfort. She stood.
“You may rest.”
“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”
She retrieved a ball gag from the top drawer of his dresser, then ran her finger over his lips.
“Mistress?”
“Shhh. No more talking.”
She put the gag in his mouth and fastened it behind his head, then kissed his forehead. The feel of her lips against him rekindled his desire. He looked up at her through hazy eyes.
“Until later, my sweet slave.”