You look up at Lacey. You're an absolute wreck. Shaking, perspiring, dirt caked on your naked body, which has been scratched raw by the thorns and weeds, huge hard on, with your cock and balls cradled by a beautiful young girl awaiting your answer. She squeezes your balls. Not enough to hurt you, but firm enough to let you know who is in charge.
"Well?" she says "What's your answer? Do you promise to surrender to me?" You look up at her, mouth agape. You can't think of anything but release.
"Y-yes... YES! Yes, I surrender to you." She grins, stroking you a little harder.. just a little bit. Still not nearly hard enough to cum. She twists your balls slightly.
"The correct phrase is 'I surrender to you, Mistress Lacey, heart, mind, body and soul.'" She strokes you hard for emphasis, a hard enough stroke to climax with, but only does it once. You look at her, blubbering.
"I surrender to you, Mistress Lacey, heart, mind, body and spirit."
She giggles at you.
"Ohhh, you boys will do anything just for a little cummy wummy, won't you, hmm? Now just one more thing before I accept your surrender, boy. I need a surrender kiss from you. Do you think you can give me that?"
"YESS.. YESS, Mistress Lacey.. whatever you want. I surrender. I SURRENDER!" You are exasperated with her. She giggles, standing up, then pulls down her shorts, revealing a perfectly rounded ass.
"Kiss me there," she says. "Surrender to my ass. Surrender to my pussy. Put yourself lower than they are and keep yourself there, on your knees and on your back."
You moan, leaning up to peck her ass. She grabs you by the hair.
"That's it.. THAT'S it, boy. Worship my ass. Lick it. Rub your face against it. Venerate it. It is better than you are. I am better than you are. You're just a silly little horny slut boy running around naked in the woods. I am the woman. I make the rules. Is that clear, boy?" You rub your hair and face against her ass, kissing and licking it, tonguing her tight little hole, sliding your tongue down to caress her clitoris as well. She moans softly in approval.
"Yes.. yes Mistress Lacey. Your ass is better than I am."
She grins, then abruptly stops, turning around, standing over you.
"Now," she smiles.. tapping your hard cock with the toe of her boot. "Stroke yourself." You gasp with indignation.
"But.. but.. but I thought that you were going to--" She cuts you off with a hard slap across the face.
"Don't you talk to your Mistress like that, slut boy. Did you really think I would touch you? Now go on. Stroke yourself off, or I'll call the other girls over right now." |