"Here are my rules." she continued, "Number one, from now on you must call me Mistress whenever we are at home. Number two, whenever we are home alone... you are not to wear any clothes unless I tell you to. Number three, I am in control of your orgasms now, so you don't touch yourself without permission. Number four, you will obey all of my instructions. Number five, you do not cum without permission. Do you agree to the rules?"I smiled, "Yes." I said. Then hastily added, "Mistress." she smiled. He was her submissive partner in crime, her obedient slave, someone who loved to beg for her mercy, for a chance to get a look, to be given the chance to enjoy in her amazing ass. While she was dressing up, late Friday evening, he knocked on her door shivering with anticipation. She was already in the dominatrix outfit, a beautiful leather corset, and straps that left her bubble but exposed. She took her whip, locked the door behind him and had him begging on the floor in a matter of. Then, reaching up Judy stripped off her bikini top. Gracefully she bent over, pressing her magnificent petite butt right toward him.Steve stifled a gasp while she slowly slid her Itsy Bitsy Bikini bottom down very slowly, past her knees letting it rest on the floor. Bent over like that, showing off everything that was nestled between her legs, Steve got an instant hard-on. Quickly he found the need to adjust himself lest his growing boner snap through the light material of the shorts he was. My eyes shot wide as nine inches was in me in a heart beat, his hands catching me just as his cock tapped my innermost wall. My cunt spasmed once as though trying to divine what had happened, and then I came and came hard. I tossed my head back, a red flush spreading from my face to my neck to my tits, a lightning shot spreading from my legs through my body. Then he was fucking me. He held me slightly aloft, gliding his length into me again and again, his cock ruthlessly savaging my cunt.