Submissive Foreplay

I catch Nick Smiling my way, and hear him commenting lightly, "Don't wait for my approval. I'd very much like to see what you have in mind. As I watch, she smiles, though it appears almost predatory in nature.

"Yes, that's very good, Slut ... Now, be a good host and come over here, as there's much left to be done?". I pause and hear Nick chuckle. I overcome my hesitation then, casually walking the short distance to stand before my new mistress, Tiffany. She shot me a naughty smile and got up slowly as if enjoying the idea of making me wait. She slowly prowled around me, rubbing her hand across my right shoulder, before stopping to stand on my right. Suddenly, I felt her grab ahold of me, turning my body to face the table.

I feel her grab hold then of my left wrist, pulling it behind me swiftly, before knocking me forward, and thus forcing me to lean over, at the waist, and onto the table. I manage to gasp in surprise, only to hear her laughter ringing in my ears. I catch Nick smiling and manage to turn my head to the right enough to see a similarly amused expression on Tiff ... Mistress. She cooed in my ear, whispering softly, even as she held me tightly, "You are such a good Slut ... and so submissive too. I'm still going to punish you, though; I want you to feel a taste of what will happen, should you error and fail to serve, or even worse, simply choose not to. Can't have a disobedient ****, can we Slut?" I gasp, in surprise, as my mind race to comprehend what she had in mind.

I also happen to see her holding a paddle, and soon feel her softly smacking my exposed ass cheeks with it. I gasp in surprise, before looking forward once more. She starts slowly, starting gently at first. In only a few moments, I feel myself orgasm hard before them. I moaned loudly, my back arching back as I cried out. "My, so you like being paddled, don't you, Slut?", My Mistress coed, clearly amused with herself.

My mind was filled with desire and pleasure, knowing that all I could do to answer was weakly nod and let out a string of almost-animal sounding cries of pleasure. She chuckled, spanking my right ass cheek non-so-softly, slowly increasing in speed. I gasped aloud, feeling water drip from my shaved mound, my legs letting out a soft spasm as pleasure raced through me. I moaned loudly then, as she worked my ass over harder than before, and soon I found myself not caring if anyone heard or not.

She smacked my right ass cheek around a bit, before switching to my left, and I gasped as pleasure rode through me higher. I cried out loudly as she slapped my ass ever harder, switching several times in quick succession from one ass cheek to the other. I moan ever loudly as she works me over. I felt myself quiver before her, as pleasure readily rushed through me, mingled now with some discomfort, if not pain, as I cried out loud. I manage to hold myself on the table, even as she spanks me hard. My cries become almost primal as she spanks me, and soon I feel my nipples rubbing softly upon the table, which is made all the more apparent when they rub across a joining between two sections of its surface. I orgasm hard then ... several times in quick succession, in fact.

Suddenly, she stops, and I find the silence as I'm made to wait for her next move at least as excruciating as actually being punished. She whispered into my ear again, coyly cooing, "Clearly you enjoy being punished, and perhaps a bit too much. Well, I can work with that, can't I Slut?"

I gasp, surprised by this turn of events, but manage to speak up after a few gasps, managing to get out, "Yess, Mistress.".