Mistress of Pain and Pleasure

She was wet with juices and I began to lick her with pleasure, and she, defiant as she was, to spoil my enjoyment, let out a light stream of urine, which splashed across my nose and mouth. The acrid smell of urine stung my nostrils, but the disgust did not last long. Soon I got used to the saltiness, and the smell no longer bothered me. I grabbed her firmly by the hips and began to lick and work on her boiling lust, pushing my fingers into her depth, one by one, until almost my entire hand was inside her.

Vera came home from work, I heard her approaching the kitchen with heavy steps where I was just washing the cups left from this morning's coffee. She paused at the kitchen door; she looked authoritative, somewhat even intimidating, dressed in a black suit. Her style indicated that she was involved in some important work, that she was a boss. I could see that her day hadn’t been very good. She approached and said in a stern voice:

 - Igor - she made a brief pause, which indicated the importance of the next part of the sentence - you haven’t been good today! Cups are not washed at four o'clock when I come home from work, are they?
 - I didn’t have time - I replied, unsure of what she meant.
She looked at me through half-closed eyes, grabbed me firmly by the balls and said:
 - Dirty little worm, you will be punished for that!

At first, I was confused, but I had known Vera for years and her occasional “moods” had never scared me. I didn’t love her any less because of them; on the contrary, my love grew every day. I knew, deep down, that she had occasional excursions into exhibitionistic waters, and I liked that I never knew when her “journey” would begin. And here we were, standing in the middle of the kitchen in a real conflict. While I patiently waited for her reaction, she spat in my face without any hesitation. I looked at her pale as her saliva dripped down my face, and she approached and licked my cheeks, eyes, mouth, gathering those droplets. Then she grabbed me firmly by the belt of my pants and dragged me to the living room.
- Kneel! - she pointed to the floor in front of the armchair she sat in, and I obediently complied.
- I already told you that you were naughty today, so now please your mistress - she said in a stern voice and extended towards me a black, knee-high leather boot, which barely peeked out from under the cuffs of her luxurious black pants.
- Lick, you dog!

I grabbed her by the ankle and obediently began to lick her boot. She looked at me with a disapproving gaze, shifting restlessly in the armchair, until she finally hit me hard with her heel on the shoulder. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, and she quickly got up from the armchair and stepped over my head. Then she squatted down and positioned her pussy right above my mouth.
 - Lick me!

I obeyed without question and immediately began to lick her pants. Through the thin fabric, I felt her slit. Every “good” touch of my tongue she confirmed by pressing against my tongue, against my mouth. I felt my tongue already dry from this “rubbing” against the fabric of her pants, how that dryness was choking me in my mouth, and that feeling began to strangely excite me.
 - I need water - I said pleadingly, and she leaned over and commanded:
- Open your mouth!
I opened it, and she spat a long watery stream of saliva into it and asked:
  - Is that enough for you?

  I nodded weakly and saw that she liked my submission. She stood up, unbuttoned her pants, and took them off over her boots. Now she stood before me only in boots, panties, and a blazer. From under the half-unbuttoned blazer, her beautiful breasts peeked out, constrained by a black bra. She returned to the armchair and sat with her legs spread.
 - Come to your mistress!

On my knees, I crawled to her, and she spread the gap of her fuck-me panties and ordered me to lick her again. She was wet with juices and I began to lick her with pleasure, and she, defiant as she was, to spoil my enjoyment, let out a light stream of urine, which splashed across my nose and mouth. The acrid smell of urine stung my nostrils, but the disgust did not last long. Soon I got used to the saltiness, and the smell no longer bothered me. I grabbed her firmly by the hips and began to lick and work on her boiling lust, pushing my fingers into her depth, one by one, until almost my entire hand was inside her. She surrendered to that pleasure, probably completely forgetting her dominant role. When I felt that she was completely surrendered to me, I took advantage of her weakness, quickly unbuttoned my pants, pulled out my long-erected cock, and thrust it deep inside her. At first, she completely surrendered to me, but then, when she realized that she was in a submissive position, she suddenly jolted and slapped me hard.
- Pull it out, you dog! You’re not going to fuck me!

I pulled it out, what else could I do? Then she ordered me to return to the floor and lie down. Then she straddled me, squatted, and pressed her pussy against my cock, and began to ride me like some stallion. She was fucking me perfectly, my cock was bursting with pleasure, and I soon felt that I was close to climax. By the painful expression on my face, she sensed that I was enjoying too much and that I would soon come.

 - Oh, no! You’re not going to come just like that, who cares about me - she yelled at me and stopped fucking me. She stood for a moment above my head and pressed her pussy against my face.
- Lick!

And I began to lick again, working on her swollen clitoris. She took off her blazer and threw it aside, her taut breasts were heaving with excitement. She was all hot, and soon she came, and from her lust, juices flowed abundantly.
- You were good - she said, looking at me with a dazed gaze. - Now I will reward you.

She sat on me and began to jump wildly on my cock. Her breasts bounced and slowly began to peek out more from her bra. That sight turned me on, and her fierce thrusting bordered on pain. Still, I was close to climax again.

 - Tell me when you’re going to come - she said in a voice sticky with desire.
After a few moments, I announced my climax to her, and she tightly squeezed my neck with her hands and began to choke me. I looked at her with wide eyes, not believing that this was happening to me. I was running out of air and could no longer breathe. At the same time, I felt my heart wanting to jump out of my chest and my cock emptying desperately. I shot inside her, desperately gasping for air, almost fighting for my life, and she looked down at me victoriously, fully aware that she had given me an orgasm I would remember for a lifetime. And, most importantly, she was absolutely right; I had never come with such pleasure before, and from that day on, I adored my dear mistress even more.