Too late...

 It was a day like any other. After 10 hours of mindless assembly line work I came home. 'Finally put your feet up,' I thought to myself. As I undressed to lie down on my couch, I caught a glimpse of the alarm clock. "7:03 PM," I mumbled to myself. "Shit, Biny!" I remembered. Just 2 hours ago I phoned my sweetheart that I should pick her up from the train station at 10:00 am. Each time, she accepted the journey to come to me by train just to be with me. And I forget! The doorbell rang and a key went into the lock. I knew it was her. I wanted to greet her with a forgiving "Hi darling, I'm sorry!" But a loud, brash "Shut up!" silenced me. "I knew it!", she met me. "How many times have you already forgotten?!? I warned you, today you will pay!” She raised her voice, her gaze became stern. She frightened me and yet there was something exciting and exciting about her, which was new to me. And the outfit was the highlight. That forever long coat, the tight ponytail and those high boots that go under the coat. I didn't even get to think about it. With a "Put that on!" she threw a bag at me. What should I expect now? What was she up to? I should find out... And the outfit was the highlight. That forever long coat, the tight ponytail and those high boots that go under the coat. I didn't even get to think about it. With a "Put that on!" she threw a bag at me. What should I expect now? What was she up to? I should find out... And the outfit was the highlight. That forever long coat, the tight ponytail and those high boots that go under the coat. I didn't even get to think about it. With a "Put that on!" she threw a bag at me. What should I expect now? What was she up to? I should find out...

I went into the bedroom and emptied the bag. How did she know? I never told her about my preference. Was the fear too great that she left me in disgust. Lingerie, usually worn by women. Hold-up stockings and a matching suspender belt. I immediately noticed how my trousers tightened. Did she really want this, should my dream come true? "If I were you, I would hurry, I don't like to wait," I heard from the living room. Many thoughts shot through my head now, the lust left me no choice. I immediately ripped my clothes off and put on the laundry. When I came into the living room, I couldn't believe my eyes. There she stood in front of me, wrapped in a shiny, tight vinyl corsage with black suspenders and those breathtaking boots, a whip in her right hand. "Kneel down!" she made me tremble. Of course I did. "I want you to lick my boots!" I slowly ran my tongue up her soles, glancing at her shaved pussy. You could see the moisture on her, I couldn't resist. I wanted higher, they taste. And already I felt a rough crop hit on my butt. "You do what I tell you!" she yelled at me. "I decide what you can and can't do. If you lead yourself, you can later make your mistress happy with your tongue!” I liked this game. So I followed all the orders she gave me without any argument. "On your knees, look at the floor" she ordered me. I noticed that she was moving away from me. Curiosity made me take a look and I felt the crop again. "Obey me, do you understand?” A hard blow of the switch ended this sentence. I heard a lighter, seconds later I felt the hot wax on the back of my neck. "Lie on your back!" I felt her demand. Hard whippings alternated with the hot wax. I felt her getting closer to my stiff member. Felt her boot suddenly resting on my cock. Her kick became firmer, combined with very hard whippings on my chest. I could barely contain myself when she took her foot off my cock and ordered me to rub it. "Don't allow yourself to cum!" A whip on my glans let me guess what was about to happen to me. After minutes of torture with the whip and extremely swollen testicles, I was allowed to kneel down again. She tied my hands behind my back with an ice-cold chain. "Look at me!" I watched her strap on that dildo. Very slowly, stroking the large glans again and again, as if she were masturbating. I thought I had to burst. She stood in front of me and ordered me to suck him. I did it with pleasure. "Faster!" the crop slammed onto my shoulder. "You like that, don't you?" I nodded slightly, cock in my mouth. She held a condom in front of my mouth and told me to put it over her phallus with my lips. I wanted to feel her entering me. She had already made me horny with her pelvic movements during playful dry exercises. And the Parisian was already over the dildo. "Stop it," she ordered me. "Fuck me!" She lifted the rubber penis a little, so I could get to her clitoris. The wetness of her middle shone, she tasted excellent. I heard her soft moan, felt her twitch on my lips. I licked her clit, occasionally shoving my tongue up her hot wet cunt. And then I had that pain in my back again. "Stand up and bend down!" Now I knew that I should get everything. Without argument and extreme lust I did what she ordered me. I wouldn't have had a choice anyway. As soon as I had my hands on the couch to support myself, I already felt the glans of her rubber cock on my rosette. The clicking of the tube of lubricant made me pause for a moment. She lubricated her cock and then my butt. I felt a finger slowly work its way into my anus to ease the way for the dildo. When I felt the crop on my back again, I found myself moving my pelvis back and forth. "Hold still! I decide the pace!” she enlightened me. She pulled her finger out and I felt an extreme stretch in my rosette. She was cautious yet demanding. It didn't take long for the whole 20cm of the dildo to disappear inside me. The feeling of being treated as a slave by her in suspendersge****tto become was extremely cool. Now she took me, constantly warning me not to come. It seemed like forever before it suddenly stopped. "Stand up!" She loosened my hands and ordered me to lie on my back. Of course I did. "Spread your legs!" She knelt between my legs and pushed her penis back into the back entrance. The feeling almost tore me up. I wanted to come. She took my hand and guided it to my member, moving it up and down. It didn't take me a minute to unload completely on my stomach. With a malicious grin she pulled the dildo out of me. She unbuckled the strap-on and lay down next to me. "Fuck me!" I did. First her inner thighs, then her clitoris, her column. Stroke the tip of my tongue over her clit, while sliding my right index finger inside her. Minutes later it was 2 fingers that would ultimately bring her to the climax. "Don't think you get that every time you forget me," she said shortly after while getting dressed. "Change your clothes and drive me home!" That was her last order that evening.

I suddenly realized that I was still at work. One of those daydreams again. Luckily it was over and I drove home, forgetting my sweetheart on purpose...