FACESITTING MISTRESS

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FACESITTING MISTRESS STORY

A Rainy Day

That was how the days changed.  In the morning Matthew would do his work, with less distraction from Elizabeth, and then after lunch she would keep him inside to "play."  The games they played varied the rest of the week but all had the same theme, he was the victim of Elizabeth, the sexual predator.  Elizabeth introduced Matthew to the "wrestling game" when the two of them competed to see who could pin the other.  Matthew of course never stood a chance at any time and Elizabeth would merely toy with him for an hour or two before she eventually forced herself on him right there on the mat on the floor.  The next day, she made Matthew alternatively act like a dog or serve as her horse before relieving their mutual sexual desires.  While he didn't always find their activities enjoyable, he submitted to Elizabeth's whims, driven on by his lust and a strangely increasing desire to be used by her in this way. 

On the seventh day, Matthew wasn't sure he should report to work because it was pouring rain and nothing could really be accomplished on the grounds.  Still, having other reasons to go, he showed up at her door.  Elizabeth hoped her idea for this day would make Matthew baulk and thus give her an opportunity to enforce her will proactively, to bend the boy to her will for an overtly nonconsensual response. 

"Good to see you today, Matthew," Elizabeth stated after she let him in.

"I actually wasn't sure if I should come today, because of the rain, uh, Mistress."  Matthew had not quite gotten used to saying that title.  It was not that he didn't like it, but after calling Elizabeth "Professor" for three months, it seemed awkward to use something else.

"Oh no, you should always report here for work, unless you are sick or something.  I will always have something for you to do."  Elizabeth winked at him, caressing his shoulders as she walked by after closing the door.  "In fact, your working hours today will consist of deep cleaning the house on the inside.  I have already taken care of the horses for you, so you can start directly in here.  In addition, to vacuuming, dusting, and washing floors and bathrooms, you can clean the windows, on the inside at least.  All of the supplies are in the mudroom and your cleaning outfit is in the living room."  Elizabeth started to walk toward it.

Matthew followed but considered his words.  He hated to clean.  It was not the type of thing he did much for himself and certainly did not want it to be part of his job.  Of all the summer jobs he considered doing, cleaning anything would never even have made the list.  He decided he would tell Professor Starr, figuring she would understand.  After all, she certainly could afford to hire a cleaning service.  He also realized she might in that case just send him home for the day, with none of the activities in the afternoon that had occurred the previous four days.  Just as he was about to speak, Elizabeth showed him his "cleaning outfit."  It consisted of a French maid's outfit, with long white nylons and garters, lacey panties, a short-short black skirt with the matching top, and the white hat.  White, cloth sneakers were provided for his feet.

Matthew was utterly shocked.  While he enjoyed the activities he and Elizabeth were engaging in, he wasn't a transvestite and was upset that Elizabeth thought of him that way.  He would speak up. 

"Uh, Professor Starr?"

"You address me as 'Mistress' when we are together, Matthew," she replied firmly.  She knew what was coming and though her face did not betray it, she was in fact thrilled that Matthew did not like what she had in mind.

"Uh, yes, Mistress,"  Matthew stated a bit more uncertainly, now that she had pointedly reminded him of his actual status in their relationship.  "Uh, well, I don't--, I mean, I am not really interested in cleaning," he finally got started.  "It is not a summer job I have any interest in.  And I certainly don't want to wear that stuff.  I mean, I recognize you’re in charge and all that---mornings and afternoons---but I am not into wearing women's clothing.  I have no desire to be a transvestite or anything.  So I really don't want anything to do with that.  I understand if you feel that there is nothing then for me to do for today."  Matthew hoped that was firm and clear, but yet did not foreclose continuing their extracurricular activities in the afternoons when the weather was better.  Matthew had enjoyed submitting to Elizabeth's domination of him the days before---far more than he admitted to himself at the time, which had already been considerable.  He wanted to continue being her sex slave, but he just didn't want to wear girl clothes.

"Well, that is all very amusing, Matthew, but you will.  So stop wasting time, and get to it."

Matthew was a bit annoyed that Elizabeth seemed not to take anything he had said seriously.  "No, really, I don't like cleaning and I certainly am not going to wear that stuff!"

Elizabeth suspected that if she had wanted to, she could have threatened to never see Mattthew again, and that would have brought him into compliance.  She knew how much the boy had enjoyed their sexual encounters of the last four days and she doubted very much he was willing to give that up over a day of cleaning and silly clothes.  But that was not how she wanted to implement her will.  She wanted to physically enforce it.

She walked over to Matthew, gave him a reasonably hard slap to the face, grabbed both of his wrists, and holding them in front him, squeezed them so hard that his legs slowly buckled and he sank to his knees.  As she squeezed and the boy sank, Elizabeth stated very authoritatively:  "What you said was quite right.  I am in charge.  I made that clear four days ago that for us to be together, I dominate you completely.  You will wear these clothes, not because I think of you as a 'transvestite,' but because I enjoy humiliating young males like yourself and I find it amusing.  As for the cleaning, you will do it because I told you to!  I told you disobedience would be punished and now I must make clear that I do dominate you in every way!"  With that, Elizabeth, while still holding one of Matthew's wrists, began to rip the clothes off his body.  Matthew tried to resist some, but it was really fruitless in the face of Elizabeth's superior strength, which she was now using full bore against her recalcitrant slave.  When she was finished, Elizabeth had ripped off Matthew's shirt and underwear, and had pulled off his pants and shoes.  She still had a massively powerful grip on one of Matthew's wrists and the boy was pleading with her to let him go as it was hurting him a lot.

The pleas, of course, did nothing but excite Elizabeth.  But with Matthew now stark naked, she put Matthew on the floor, sat on his back, clamping his arms between her powerful legs.  From that position, she was able to dress the bottom half of Matthew's body with the French maid outfit.  He was putting up very little physical resistance at that point because it was painful to resist the vise-like grip she had on his body with her muscular legs.  She finally allowed Matthew to stand and ordered him to put on the top and hat, which he did.  Elizabeth noticed that he was not sexually excited by the outfit, but clearly felt truly humiliated.  And she smiled at that. 

"Now, then, your disobedience and back-talk must still be punished." 

"Uh, please, no, Mistress, I'll do it, I promise," Matthew pleaded.  His head was still buzzing at how almost effortlessly Elizabeth had removed his clothing and forced him into the French maid's outfit.  He did not want to get a whipping as well.

"Nevertheless," was all Elizabeth said and pulled Matthew down over her lap after sitting in a large overstuffed chair in the room.  She twisted one of his wrists behind his back and pulled up the short black skirt and proceeded to spanking.  She had no intentions of being easy on him this time.  SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

Matthew grimaced, sucked in air, and let out shouts of discomfort by the fourth and fifth blows.  SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.  By the tenth spank, he felt his ass was aflame.  "Please, Mistress, please, please, stop.  It really hurts!" Matthew begged.

"Will you do the cleaning now without complaint?" Elizabeth asked between additional blows that got the total to 15. 

"Yes, yes, I promise!" Matthew assured her, his eyes now watering from the pain he felt on his backside. 

"Will you wear your clothes now without complaint?" Elizabeth asked between additional blows that got the total to 20.

"Yes, yes, Mistress, I will, I promise, please," Matthew pleaded, sobbing even at this point.  He felt like he would agree to anything at this point to make the pain stop. 

Elizabeth stopped and admired her handiwork.  While she had deliberately kept the panties on while spanking, she now slid them down a little to observe the bright red buttocks staring her in the face.

"Much better, Matthew," Elizabeth said soothingly, now rubbing very gently, indeed erotically, the boy's behind.  "I don't enjoy doing this," she lied, "but I won't tolerate the behavior you showed again today.   Further, I will be watching your work closely today and any poor performance should expect some immediate correction."  While Matthew had not had erection while being spanked, Elizabeth felt one forming now, no doubt in response to her rubbing. 

Matthew felt his erection forming, too.  It surprised him because he had found nothing enjoyable about being spanked.  Yet, now, while still draped over his mistress's lap and held there firmly, with her rubbing his bottom and the nylons and panties feeling good, he realized how good he felt in the moment, in that position.  He hadn't liked the pain, but was now enjoying being comforted, enjoying being controlled, his mind was clear on what he had to do the rest of the day, no uncertainty creating confusion in his head, and clearly Elizabeth still liked him, which held great promise for the afternoon. 

After Elizabeth sent Matthew off to begin his cleaning chores, she decided she would have fun with it.  She showered and changed into one of her dominatrix outfits and grabbed a cane from her wall.  She spent the rest of the morning relaxing, reading, and regularly checking on Matthew's progress, sometimes hovering for long periods of time, with the cane in hand.  Once in a while she would tell her slave-boy that he missed a spot and give him a moderate crack with the cane, particularly when he was on his hands and knees washing the floors.

During lunch Matthew was relieved to learn that, as they had the previously, they would be retiring to the mastersuite after the showers.  Elizabeth put the boy through the same paces as the days before, but she enjoyed grinding on him a little more than usual, knowing his buttocks was still quite sore.  When Matthew went home that night, he only had his jeans and shoes, as they were the only things that survived the day's encounter with his Mistress.  At the end of the day, sore but satiated, he was amazed at how beautiful Elizabeth---Mistress was looking to him.

The Great Outdoors

The subsequent week went pretty much like those days.  Work, sex, and then home.  Matthew felt like he was living a fantasy.  But when Matthew arrived on the Tuesday of the third week, Elizabeth told him that they would be knocking off work early that day so they could go riding.  "It's such a beautiful day," she said with a twinkle in the eye, "I don't want to waste it all working."  Matthew was of course completely in lust with Elizabeth now.  He had found her sexual domination of him extraordinarily exciting and looked forward to the various, devious and deviant games she made up to play with him.  He found the prospect of an afternoon "riding" while not unpleasant, not how he wanted to spend time with his Professor. 

At the conclusion of the morning's work, Elizabeth smacked and pinched Matthew's bottom that it was time for them to go shower.  They'd then eat a light lunch and go riding.  The way Elizabeth said "riding" however seemed just a bit odd to Matthew and wondered if she were up to something.  As had been the case since their third day together, Elizabeth required Matthew to shower with her, washing and massaging her body in the warm water and suds of soap.  On his knees with the water raining all over him, Elizabeth grabbed his head and forced it into her pussy.  While he licked and wriggled his tongue, she determined the tempo, essentially masturbating herself with his head, as was usually her way.  She had a firm grip on him and her superior strength ensured that he couldn't go anywhere while she used him.   When she came, Matthew was burning with his own raging erection.  She offered him no relief.  Once he had finished drying Elizabeth off, Matthew was sent to put on his own clothes, a fresh pair of shorts and shirt.  At lunch Elizabeth just wore a robe.  After they ate, Elizabeth ordered Matthew to clean up while she went off to put on her riding outfit.

When she came back, Eric inhaled sharply and felt his cock spring to complete attention inside his shorts once more, having subsided some since the shower.  Elizabeth had put on a typical rider's outfit, skin-tight light tan pants, calf-high black boots, a tight-fitting white shirt (foregoing the coat), a cowgirl hat, and riding crop.  "You look magnificent, Mistress," Matthew finally said.  He smiled a little smile and added hopefully, "are you sure you just want to go riding today?" 

"Oh yes," Elizabeth replied, "but I think I should clarify a little.   "I am going riding.  You will be on foot.  You see, my dear slave-boy, the afternoon will be spent playing a little game.  You will be my prey who I will hunt down, capture, and then rape.  It is something I have always wanted to do with my lover and if I enjoy it, we will be doing it a lot."  With that, Elizabeth explained the rules of the "game."  Matthew would only be allowed to wear a jock strap and low-white sneakers that Elizabeth gave him.  He would have a 30 minute head-start on foot with a bottle of water the only thing he could carry.  He could go anywhere on the open grounds.  She would then start out to capture him.  If he did not try his hardest to evade capture, she would not touch him sexually for the next three days except for a long hard whipping.  On hearing that, Matthew was determined to do his best because more than anything he craved her exquisite touch, both sensual as well as cruel.  "Be prepared to suffer some bruises in the process, Matthew, I can't promise the capture will be gentle." 

Matthew wasn't at first sure what to make of this latest "game" but he could see the appeal in it.  He felt very much liked being her sexual prey, and this excited him now more than anything ever had in his life.  Elizabeth made Matthew change into his jock-strap right in front of her, noting as she constantly did now, his nearly perpetual state of arousal when in her presence.  The jock-strap material stretched nicely over his young cock, leaving a very bulging package that Matthew found a bit uncomfortable but which Elizabeth relished.  They then walked to the horse barn, with Matthew in front nearly completely naked and Elizabeth close behind, towering over her boy-slave by more than nine inches in her riding boots.

"All right, Matthew, take off.  You have 30 minutes.  And if you don't try to avoid capture, you'll be nothing but a day laborer for a few days."

"Don't worry, Mistress, I promise I will," Matthew said and immediately took off running.  He then stopped, turned, and said:  "but what if you don't find me?"

Elizabeth laughed.  "Oh, I'll find you.  Now get going."  Off the boy went, with Elizabeth studying his running for some time until there wasn't much to see.  Elizabeth knew her grounds infinitely better than Matthew, so she didn't doubt she could find him.  But just in case, the cap in his water bottle had a little GPS locator in it in case she needed help.  For a moment, she wished she had a reluctant male who was truly trying to escape but she knew how impractical that was in fact.  Elizabeth spent the time preparing her horse, saddling, grabbing rope, binoculars, and water of her own.  After 30 minutes, she mounted up and galloped off.  She knew what direction Matthew was headed in and took off immediately.

The chase actually lasted longer than she expected.  It was hour later before she finally spotted her quarry.  She spotted Matthew through her binoculars hiding behind a cluster of trees at the edge of higher brush and grass.  Beyond it was more open land, nowhere to even lay down or hide.  She had spent a long time looking for Matthew in the taller foliage and had obviously flushed him out of it but had not seen him move behind the trees.  Nonchalantly, she put her binoculars down as if she had not seen anything and grabbed her rope which was already made up with a lariat.  When she was ready, she urged her mount on in a high gallop toward the tree cluster.  Seeing he was spotted, Matthew took off into the open ground.  He didn't expect to outrun a horse, naturally, he knew their game was coming to its high point and in fact he could not wait for it to happen, but he was going to be a good sport and make a good show of it.

Elizabeth was in fact very pleased at how the afternoon went and it was coming to a finish exactly as she had hoped.  She was now closing quickly on Matthew.  He wasn't running so fast anymore, clearly a bit tired out by the afternoon's merriment.  As the horse approached him, she opened her lariat, and threw it right over the boy's head and shoulders, pulling it tight to trap his arms to his sides, causing him to stumble to ground in the process.  She jumped to the ground with a delighted grin her face, pounced on top of him to finish tying his arms and then his legs.  As she tied the latter, sitting on Matthew's body, she could feel a powerful erection beneath her.  She noted also with much satisfaction that Matthew had a number of scratches and bruises from first the chase, then the capture, and these minor sufferings of his excited her even more.  As Matthew lay trussed on the ground underneath the sun and clouds of the afternoon sky, Elizabeth began to open her outfit.  They both were a little hot, sweaty, and dirty, but that wasn't going to stop them now.  She opened her shirt, unhooking her bra from the front to let her magnificent breasts fall out, she pulled her pants to her ankles, revealing she had not put on any panties.  She then stood over and straddled Matthew's shoulders, her more than six foot frame seeming a giantess to the boy laying on the ground.  Neither of them said a word, until Elizabeth lowered herself onto Matthew's face and shouted with a most wicked grin of pure lust and power, "Mine by right of conquest."  She then she ground her pussy into his face and mouth.  She was quite rough as she did so, even to the point of cutting off Matthew's breathing as she climaxed.  There was no kissing as at other times.  This was pure sexual conquest.  Matthew even now continued to make efforts to resist and escape, which, she thought to herself, she must remind to thank him for later.

Elizabeth rode Matthew's face for better than half an hour before giving him relief (as well as the fact that his face was becoming raw.  She reached around and ripped his jock-strap right off of him and then mounted his erection, grinding him to an orgasm within a minute), with the grunts and shouts of their exertions echoing across the open land.  When he had emptied, however, she stayed put, keeping his captive cock in place.  She then covered his mouth and nose with her hands and then her breasts, repeatedly threatening to suffocate him for the next 15 minutes, until she felt she could rouse his cock to go another round.  And while Matthew had softened inside of her after his first explosion, at 19 he did not go completely limp with such a beautiful example of the female body pinning him to the ground.  When Elizabeth restarted her slow circular motions, Matthew responded and 10 minutes later came again.  Elizabeth had come twice more waiting for that to happen.

In returning to the horse barn, Elizabeth kept the game going.  Elizabeth rode her horse, Matthew walked but with his torso still tied and Elizabeth holding the rope.  And with no jockstrap to wear anymore, he was completely naked.  The warm afternoon sun as well as the sexual adventure he was living at the moment caused him to keep an erection going through the latter half of the walk home.  While bruised, scratched, and sore, Matthew thought Elizabeth the most beautiful and exciting woman he had ever met. 

Once at the house, Elizabeth, as her way of thanks for the afternoon, took them both into a large bubblebath, where Matthew languished in Elizabeth's embrace for two more hours before they dressed and went out to dinner.  The lovemaking between them that night, while still dominated and controlled by Elizabeth, was far more gentle---a recognition of their intense afternoon together.

Epilogue

That was how the summer went with Elizabeth and Matthew.  Matthew essentially moved in for the rest of the summer.  Everyday he was Elizabeth's slave in thought, word, and deed.  She used him to satisfy her sexual urges constantly.  He learned he had to endure the whip from time to time to satisfy her sadistic urges as well.  They played the hunt and capture game at least twice a week and Matthew was in her bed but also in bondage every night and often during the afternoon and evenings.  Elizabeth had a leather bondage suit that she enjoyed putting and keeping her young men in.  Almost completely encasing him in leather bondage, Elizabeth would typically truss Matthew up with it for hours at a time when she was reading or watching television.  She craved control, the control that came with having her sex slave in bondage for extended periods.  Indeed some nights, Elizabeth put a leather harness with metal rings in various locations around her waist that attached to her legs.  With small metal connectors, she hooked Matthew's collar to the harness, essentially trapping his face in her crotch, which---depending on the position Elizabeth slept, he used as a pillow or as a blanket.  It was not always comfortable for them, but Elizabeth found it extraordinarily erotic to have her slave-boy trapped between her legs, seeped in her scent the entire night, and rousted repeatedly to satisfy her during the dark hours.   During the days, he did his chores, many in the nude, the rest in only a jockstrap, and always with a collar on. 

As the summer wound down, they wondered what to do about the start of the new semester.  Elizabeth was prepared to continue their liaison despite the university's rules.  Matthew, however, offered to transfer to another college nearby so they could continue as they were.  That seemed to settle it.  Matthew moved in for good, bringing in fact very little with him.  He didn't know if he would be with Elizabeth for life, after all that was up to her, but he certainly had no plans to leave once he graduated.  And Elizabeth did not want to see him go either.  The summer "working" for her had allowed them to bond in a way she had with none of her previous lovers. To Matthew, he could not imagine loving a human being more than he loved Elizabeth.  She was the most beautiful, powerful, sexy woman he had ever known.  (The idea he ever considered her "plain" appalled him.)  She was physically and intellectually superior to him in every way and he reveled in his inferiority and subservience to her.  To Elizabeth, Matthew, though now enslaved to her in every sense of the term, was still the sweet, shy, naive boy who had sat in front of her class, but still had shown himself courageous and open-minded enough to submit to her domination of him more completely than anyone ever had previously.  That made him too good to ever let get away.  She surprised herself to find that she loved him and so he would be her lover---and her slave---forever.