She was the one to initiate the change, starting to push her buttocks back into him, wriggling and squirming her arse onto his groin. His cock started to respond to her playful and sensual movements and he raised up on one elbow to look at her still masked face.

"What do you think you're doing, Minx?" he said quietly.

"Please Sir," she replied "I want to clean my mess off you with my mouth and then show you how good I am at swallowing you. Show you how well I practiced the task you set me"

Her almost innocent looks completely at odds to her words.

"You really are a good little whore." he told her "Very well, you may roll over and clean me."

"Oh thank you, Sir" she replied with enthusiasm, sitting up and turning towards him, feeling for his sticky groin with her hands.

As he lay there watching, his head propped up on a couple of pillows, she moved to kneel between his open legs. She took his balls in her left hand, juggling and massaging them gently, lightly scratching with her painted nails, as she bent and took his semi-flaccid penis, fragrant with their various excretions, into her soft mouth. Her tongue slithering, slick and hot from her recent excess salivary production, down the underside of his shaft. Her lips closed around the sensitive corona of his glans, sucking lightly and causing him to shiver. She took him in fully, licking and sucking greedily, noisily, as she cleaned his still soft penis, before moving to his ball sack. She attentively licked and sucked around his smooth balls, licking up around the mess on his pubis and down along his perineum, even nibbling and nipping at him there. His cock began to expand rapidly, his blood once again flooding to his groin in the excitement her touch was eliciting.

"May I clean around your backside please Sir?" she whispered throatily and he thought how endearing her manners were.

"You may" he replied simply, tingling at the thought, pushing a pillow under his arse cheeks and lifting his knees towards his chest to allow her easier access.

She now continued licking and nipping at his perineum and then inner thighs, sucking up her semi-dried mess and leaving him feeling cooled and clean. She then used her hands to part his cheeks further, licking and cleaning along his arse crack from back to front, until she reached his anus and began rimming him...licking, sucking and kissing as she cleaned. He could feel himself opening slightly under the pressure from her fingers and thumbs pulling his cheeks apart and suddenly she was pushing with her soft pointed tongue, questing into him, rubbing her tongue on his anal walls. It was his turn to sigh, as the nerve endings erupted in pleasure. She was thorough and even made her own soft, excited sounds as she ate him out. For his part he closed his eyes and floated, suspended in the stream of sensation she was giving him.


She wet her right hand with her saliva and reached for his now throbbing cock once again, continuing to tongue his arse while she started to massage his length, her left hand now gently pinching his perineum and tickling his balls.

He groaned at this treatment and let out a complimentary "You're an exceptionally good girl."

She looked up, her tongue halfway up his anus. "Thank you Sir" she beamed with pleasure at knowing she was pleasing him so well.

She continued her tongue fucking and soft pumping of his now rigid cock for a couple of minutes, before sitting up.

He dropped his parted legs back down and she bent forwards to lick and nibble up his shaft before gently holding his head with her teeth playfully, looking up, unseeing from behind her mask, and smiling. She eased his hardness into her wet mouth, her tongue again swirling over the frenulum and underside of his shaft, her lips sliding over the head. Making light, excited, sounds in her throat, her head started lightly bobbing up and down as she sucked on his swollen dome, her hands flat on his thighs. She brought the tip of her tongue up and pushed it as far as it would go into his urethra, his precum a sticky thread off it as she lifted. It felt divine he thought and she would easily finish him like that, but from experience he knew this angle would be difficult for her to take him down fully into her throat, as this was no flexible dildo. He was ram rod straight. Besides, this wasn't what his plan had been.

"Stop" he voiced.

She immediately jerked her mouth away, with a disappointed moan and he could sense she was keen to show what she could do for him. "Am I doing it wrong Sir?" she asked, clearly worried.

"You're doing a fine job of sucking me off," he said "but this angle will make it much harder for you to take me fully into your throat and I have plans to tie you up and face fuck you as a final reward."

Her face lit up, her voice laden with enthusiasm as she said "Oh thank you Sir, I won't disappoint you."

"Right," he said, getting up off the bed "I want you to stay still while I prepare you."

She nodded compliantly.

He fetched the 3 lengths of soft, 10mm diameter, cotton rope that he'd prepared and left on a shelf in the open cupboard for just this moment.

He knelt on the bed behind her "Bring both your arms around and hold them out behind you, wrists together" he ordered.

She gulped and nodded.

He took the first 2m length and folded it in half, finding the middle. He then proceeded to wrap the now doubled rope twice around both wrists, before pulling the middle loop through between her wrists and securing it with a series of looped knots. This knotwork, known as a double column tie, worked well to secure limbs, without constricting tightly. It allowed her wrists to move loosely within the loops, but she would be unable to part them or to pull her hands free.

Satisfied, he pushed her down on her back, her arms now pinned under her...he could see her testing her bonds and wriggling.

"Stop struggling, or I will tighten them and you won't enjoy that" he warned.

"Sorry, my Lord!" she quipped, in a response that might have been cheek, but he could see she was dripping wet again so he let it go...this time.

"Don't make me reach for the flogger again" he said seriously and she paled slightly.

"No Sir. Sorry Sir" she now replied quietly.

He brought her legs together and applied the same knotwork around her ankles and just above her knees with the two remaining ropes.

Holding her shoulders, he slid her along the sheets until her head was tilted back over the edge of the futon. Satisfied that she was securely bound in place, he reached for his camera again and snapped some black and whites of her looking properly subdued.

He then decided to attach the same red and green squares of towel to her feet, so she at least could signal if needed, when he came to fill her throat.

"You will need to wiggle your feet this time, if you need me to slow or stop raping your mouth" he said bluntly. "Remember that left is red again."

"Yes Sir. Red is my left foot, Sir" she replied confidently in the face of his dark language.

He leaned forwards and gave her quim a light pat, eliciting a gasp. He then decided to straddle her thighs and bent forwards to suck on her nipples, while cupping and working her breasts. She squirmed and began moaning again, the expressive ungagged clarity fueling his fire. After satisfying his sudden urge to feed greedily on her breasts, he moved up and pushed them together around his cock, thrusting it a few times between their milky softness, up towards her chin, as he dominated this thoroughly bound figure. Her head was back, moaning from her panting mouth.

He climbed off her bound form.

He was primed and ready to throat fuck her and he decided he wanted to do so by the warm light of the flickering candles, reaching to switch off the overhead light.

He'd known the low futon was the perfect height for this position, as he knelt down directly in front of her face. Her senses were so heightened after over 2 hours in pitch black darkness behind the mask and he knew she could sense him right next to her face, feel his heat, as his passion to take her again radiated from his bare skin. He edged in until his cock glanced off her lips and she opened her mouth searching for it. He bounced it off her face a few times, teasing her, as she made small, frustrated noises. When he finally allowed her hot, needy mouth to close around him, he was again dripping sweet precum and she flicked her tongue around his glans, greedily sucking his sweetness out from within.

He withdrew from her.

"This is where we see how well you completed my instructions," he said "and this position will align your mouth and throat for an easier, deeper penetration. This has the potential to be dangerous if poorly handled, so remember to relax and breathe through your nose around me, especially each time I withdraw into your mouth. I will also not force you to hold your breath for any more than a maximum of 15 seconds at a time at any point."

"I'm ready to show you how well I can swallow you. Thank you Master." she said with what seemed genuine sincerity.

"Good sex slave" he found himself saying without a pause, not even questioning the dynamics at play at this point...

He pushed his cock back into her beckoning mouth and she resumed licking and sucking as he slowly fed it to her, allowing her to get comfortable with his dimensions. After a minute of her licking and sucking him off like that he started forwards, slowly and carefully, aware that this could be extremely difficult and confronting for anyone in her position.

His swollen head glided down over her wet tongue, gently nudging the back of her throat, before he retreated. He was surprised that there wasn't more than the slightest of involuntary spasms around him at the touch and he pushed slightly further, feeling her pliable throat start to yield and open around his girth this time. He withdrew again, until his glans was back between her caressing lips. Still no gag reflex, he thought, she's meant for this.

This was the moment to push he felt and he now placed his hands on either side of the back of her head to hold her steady and support her. As he went forward this time, he didn't ease back, but followed through with his hips and suddenly his hard, throbbing cock was gliding down her now open throat into her soft, tight oesophagus. She tensed at the sudden shock of the deep penetration but she was unable to move against his pressure, tied bodily, head held still in his strong hands. She made a fluttering sound from somewhere and he smoothly withdrew, her saliva and throat mucus immediately going into productive overdrive. She breathed and he eased forwards again, this time determined she would take his entire length. And she did, beautifully.

His balls rested on her face for a moment and she didn't twitch a muscle, almost pushed to paralysis in this most intensely vulnerable position....her throat impaled on his thickly veined, throbbing spear. A moment of potential extreme duress for anyone. He got a waft of her sexual perfume, rising up from her obviously excited pussy again, a clear sign her body was responding to the situation positively...her pheromones worked their magic on him, sending him higher in the throes of his desire to take her in every way possible, to make her his, completely, in that moment.

He slowly withdrew from her throat again, feeling a sensual pop as his glans came back out of her constricting oesophagus, then pulling out of her mouth to gauge her reaction to this treatment. This time, as he came free, there was an explosion of saliva and mucus in thick strings and sheets between his cock and her mouth, spilling down her face and hanging to the floor. She was snorting like a horse as it ran down over her nostrils, mask and forehead, making a mess in her hairline. He wiped it away from her, flicking it off his hands in thick gobs. She'd moaned with such intensity, as he'd come out of her throat, that he wondered if he was pushing her too far here. Wherever she'd been taken in that moment, it seemed she wasn't going to throw the towel in, indeed as she breathed deeply she smiled and opened her mouth widely, sticking her tongue out to take him back in.

Christ, he thought, she is an absolute natural.


He fed his hard phallus, still coated in thick saliva and trailing strings of drool, back in to her eager and willing mouth. She greedily sucked and licked the passing head, before her tongue softened as a bed for him, guiding him down towards her tight throaty depths. He slid down easily again, her oesophagus now more accustomed to the assault and taking him in with a constrictive ease, almost feeling vacuum sealed around his pulsing anatomy. He groaned as his heavy balls once again met her face, her nose pressed against his tight anus.

He paused momentarily before pulling out.

This time he barely paused in her mouth, pushing back down until he felt his now tight scrotum back against her lips and her nose between his arse cheeks again. No pause down there now, he withdrew, his hands releasing their grip on her head as it rested against the edge of the mattress, shifting to encircle her neck.

He clasped her throat, his thumbs bearing down on her trachea now, his hands lightly tightening around her neck.

She breathed and moaned in time with his withdrawal up into her mouth and, as he re-entered towards her slippery depths, he now felt his cock expanding her throat within his hands. He revelled in the feel of dominating her to this degree, with her strong sexual musk and deep, distant moans displaying her obvious need for this strength of experience.

The entire scene, indeed the entire evening, and their journey together, was a heady mix of raw energy and burning desire. It had been burning like a furnace through them both that night, building since their first contact 2 weeks earlier and now demanding it be allowed to peak and manifest itself through them. It was that boundless force, driving them to behaviours and limits neither consciously knew to reach for, blurring their edges as they joined as one, each recognising itself in the other. The age-old battle of male and female, different sides of the same moon, equals in every way, yet fiercely different and both completed by this coming together. This was the yin and yang on full, glorious and rampant display. It brought a harmony to all things, was a part of the story of creation, expressed in infinite ways throughout the Cosmos...and he felt it here, more strongly than he could have ever possibly imagined it, indeed he wasn't sure he HAD ever consciously imagined it until this moment, despite suddenly recognising it with every fibre of his being.

He felt a sudden, powerful, awakening that this was absolutely the essence of life at work, the glowing embers of creation carried at the core of all life. That spark of life in him had somehow always known these heights, carried this wealth of knowledge, with an extraordinary clarity and prescience, bearing it ever on, through infinite past and future lives, in which his conscious thought was so infinitesimally small a contributing part. He was having a spiritual experience that years of meditation and spiritual reading, searching, had never come close to..it didn't remotely compare. It was hard to fathom in that split second, that here he had found something vital, in the absolute last setting, the last acts he'd have ever thought to look for it within. It took him to a higher plane and he was floating in that rarefied atmosphere.

Was this what he'd heard existed in the realms of tantra, combining in a spiritual coming together of numerous forms of energy, perhaps triggered by these powerfully sexual heights, as a final piece of some jigsaw for him?. He was suddenly streaming a consciousness that was far, far more than him alone.

He realised that he'd gone so, so strongly elsewhere in that split second, time almost standing still as he'd processed that sudden glorious awareness, while something guided him on. He felt lighter, his eyesight had sharpened, life coursed through him almost poetically, yet, physically, he was choking and throat fucking this woman below him...her need as strong as his own as she writhed and moaned, lost in her own version of their shared journey.

He repeatedly pulled himself out and pushed himself back down her tight, spasming throat, feeling his sap rising again, like that of the magnificent, tall, trees that he felt such affinity and love for, ready to burst force life into new Spring leaves.

He instinctively reached for her bouncing breasts below him as he continued his deep strokes in and out of her open throat, his testes banging against her mouth, barely aware of her conscious state, but lost to trusting the process guiding them both. He took her rock hard nipples between finger and thumb, squeezing and twisting with force as he approached his orgasm. He was genuinely giddy now, lost to the throes of passion somewhere in his subconscious, he felt a love for all life. And there, suddenly, overwhelmingly, in a riot of blissful sensation, colour, roaring sound even, coursing through him, he went over the edge, fountaining his hot life force in great jets deep inside her throat, his body pushed hard against her mouth, pulsing, shuddering, blowing like a rushing geyser into her depths.


As his stream finally slowed, his cock twitching involuntarily in echoes of his orgasm, he became aware she was thrashing under him, clearly having her own intense climax. She was making deep animalistic noises that vibrated through his spasming cock, her throat alive with energy. Her tongue was out, thrashing wildly against his scrotum as his balls drained into her, still pressed firmly to her mouth.

Her face was flushed and he had the presence of mind to withdraw his now draining cock. She breathed, shuddering, sucking the last of his wild oats from him, spent and deflating, as he passed her lips

He was shaking with incredulity, now not quite sure what he had just experienced, what she might have experienced while he was off in another realm. He pulled himself onto the futon, collapsing down next to her. She was breathing so hard and deeply, that he had a fleeting concern for her.

"UNTIE ME! UNTIE MEEE!!" she yelled between almost sobbing breaths and he forgot all about their roles here, quickly releasing her bonds.

She sprang up and at him, bowling him backwards as she ripped her eye mask off, setting eyes on him for the first time.

"FUCKING HELL!!" she almost screamed at him, between her deep, recovering breaths, locking eyes with him, wild eyed and manic, saliva and mucus all over her face and hanging in webs from her mouth. "FUCKING, FUCKING HELL!!"

She collapsed onto him, burying her head into his neck, suddenly wracked by sobs.

He held her, unsure of this reaction but basking in a strongly uplifting golden glow within himself.

Had he gone too far, lost in his mind-expanding experience, he wondered, still feeling wide eyed and attached to something so much greater than himself. Had he hurt or damaged her at all? He hoped not. Believed not.

She sat up, tears streaming down her face, dropping onto his chest and the sheets, mingling with the saliva and mucus from her mouth and throat that coated her.

She just stared at him, her sobs slowing, still panting, barely blinking and holding his gaze.

"What the actual fuck!?" she finally managed throatily. Then, "Did you feel that too??" she asked as her eyes bored into his through her tears."I had one of the most amazing experiences of my life just then, I don't even know what it was, or where I was.." she gushed. "I, I just don't know what...." she trailed off quietly, with an obvious sense of wide eyed bewilderment, shaking her head.

He nodded, returning her unblinking gaze, unfazed now, knowing she'd been on the same powerful journey, in that final crescendo of energies.

"I did, I don't know what happened." he said, with his own wonderment on display. "I suddenly wasn't here in some form. Time stood still for a moment and I don't know how long I wasn't present...it seemed far longer than it could have possibly been. I saw things, concepts, that I knew somehow....there was brief flash when I felt my mind expand, thought I knew everything there was to know about life."

"I don't know what that was..." he continued, shaking his head, "it felt overwhelmingly spiritual, a powerful love for the universe, stronger than anything I've ever felt....filling me with an enormous gratitude for our existence"


She smiled, still holding his gaze unwaveringly, her tears started again. Tears of relief he knew, that she hadn't gone through this alone.

She returned to his chest, her weight and closeness feeling so comforting, reassuring somehow, and he wrapped her in his arms as they both lay, dazed, lost in their processing but not alone, sharing their gratitude for what they'd just gone through, in a delightful silent affection.




They'd intended that she wouldn't hang around any longer than their planned copulation would take that night, maintaining the anonymity to the end. She was to have been put back in her car, with him leaving before she removed her mask and began her drive home.

As it was, the anonymity was now gone and they both drifted off into an exhausted, swirling, dream-filled, sleep, safe and warm in each others arms, tumbling through the Cosmos...