He tries to make her decide

I froze up at the first decision gate. I didn't have any specific plans or ideas for her. I thought she'd be the one deciding things?

"What-whatever you want to do, I-I'll go along with," I say looking submissively up at her.

"Whatever I decide, huh? Alright then, I will," she said, faint anger in her voice. "Okay, to start with, stare at these for a bit."

She strips off her tight t-shirt and tosses it in the corner of her bedroom. Her room had a combination of girly frilly adornments and bondage gear. I was possibly the first person she'd let in there. She stripped off her bra and threw it aside. She looked down at me as I nervously looked at her eyes.

"EXCUSE me, my breasts are down THERE."

"Yes Mistress, I said humbly keeping my eyes on her C-cup breasts. Her nipples weren't erect yet.

Andrea pulled the front of my shorts and boxers down and took out my half-erect penis. "Hmm. Still not erect yet? You're certainly picky. You think you're some kind of prima dona? My breasts aren't good enough for you?"

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered, trying to think sexy thoughts as she started gently massaging my penis.

With a little help from me, she pushed my short and trunks down to my knees. She put my hands on her breasts and gave me a look like I should have known to do that.

"Sorry," I murmured. I was rising to full erection, and her hands were starting to move faster. I enjoyed her breasts in my hands and moaned.

"You like that? Good," she said crisply. I had been celibate for five days in preparation for this and my balls were almost bursting for release. She held my penis with one hand and held the other just over the cockhead.

I came into her hands. I thought I'd be punished for this, but she seemed satisfied. "Stay there, ****."

She left the room and I heard her washing her hands. When she returned, she smiled, reached down, and began masturbating me again. "I'm, I'm sorry, it's still a little early for that," I said, puzzled. She wasn't angry?

She slapped me on the cheek. Hard. I think it hurt her more than me, but I was the one who cowered. "I gave you time to recover, ****. Is it my fault you didn't make use of it?"

"N-no, mistress. I'm sorry."

She worked my penis as I held her breasts, and again I came. When she came back from washing her hands, I tried to get myself to object, to insist it was too early, but I couldn't bring myself to.

I came a third time.

I came a fourth time, a small, short spurt. "Well there, you see? It looks like I know more about your body than you do."

The fifth wasn't at all pleasurable for me; it was almost painful. She slowly worked me into another erection and after an eternity I finally came a fifth time, though the amount of sperm that came out was almost unnoticeable.

"Now STRIP, ****," she said firmly. I wanted to just lie there, but I was afraid she would hit me again.

As I disrobed, she got dressed and fixed her makeup. Just before her bra covered them up, I saw that her nipples were starting to peak.

Finally, she put a collar around my neck. "The others should be here by now; let's go greet them, shall me?"

I didn't want to go anywhere. I was sexually spent. My deflated penis couldn't rise if she gave me viagra. "Yes, Mistress."