My Mistress Came Back on Sunday to Claim What Was Hers

Sunday came through the window like a promise kept, with a warm light filtering between the old curtains of the country house. I was still where she had left me the night before: sprawled on the mattress, my wrists secured with the padded restraints we had chosen together weeks earlier. At sixty-two, I never imagined I’d end up like this, counting the hours until she came back, my body still hot from everything she had done to me and my head filled with only one thing: her.

We had negotiated every detail. The safeword, the limits, what was on the table and what we would never cross. It was that structure, that absolute trust, that allowed me to let go completely. Without it, none of it would have made sense. With it, I could be exactly what I had always kept silent.

The door opened and I heard her steps before I saw her. Vera came in alone, tall, broad-shouldered, with that way of moving that filled the whole room without effort. She wore a tight gray T-shirt and her black hair half tied up, loose strands falling over her face. She stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at me for a long moment, as though inspecting something that belonged to her.

—Look at you —she said, in that deep voice that ran through me whole—. You spent all night thinking about me, didn’t you? With your cock hard, I imagine, unable to touch yourself.

—Yes, ma’am —I replied, and the word came out rough, worn down—. All fucking night.

I hadn’t thought about anything else.

She came closer slowly and brushed the back of her hand over my cheek, almost tenderly, before closing it around my jaw and forcing me to hold her gaze. Her eyes were dark and had that glint I had learned to fear and desire at the same time. She checked the straps, sliding two fingers under each one to make sure they weren’t cutting off my circulation. She always did. That attention, that care hidden behind the hardness, was what bound me to her more than any rope.

—I’m going to loosen your legs —she announced—. If you need to stop, you know what to say. Say it and everything ends. Understood?

—Understood.

She loosened the ankle straps with firm movements and left my wrists secured. Then she straightened and took off her T-shirt without haste, revealing her strong chest, her dark nipples already hard, her brown skin shining with the morning heat. I liked looking at her. I liked the way she knew she was desired and used it as a weapon. Beneath the sheet, my cock rose on its own, pressing against the fabric.

—Look at that —she murmured, yanking the sheet away—. It gets hard all by itself just from seeing my tits. Like a boy.

She ran her open palm the length of my cock, not gripping it, just grazing it. I felt every inch of it prickle. Then she spat on the tip and spread the saliva with her thumb, toying with the swollen glans, pressing the frenulum until pleasure tore a broken gasp from me.

—I haven’t even really touched you yet and you’re already dripping —she laughed, showing me her finger shining with precum—. Open your mouth.

I opened. She shoved her thumb all the way in and I sucked it like it was her cock, looking her in the eyes, feeling the salty taste of myself scrape my tongue.

—Good boy —she whispered—. You’re going to suck everything I put in your mouth today. Is that clear?

—Clear, ma’am.

***

—I’m going to be away next week —she said as she sat on the edge of the mattress, one leg crossed over the other, her thighs parted just enough for me to catch the dark hair and the wet shine of her cunt—. And I want to leave you with something to think about. Something that lasts.

I swallowed. I knew where this was going. We had skirted it in our conversations, those long talks afterward, when there was no game anymore and it was just the two of us talking about how far we wanted to go.

—Whatever you want —I murmured.

—No —she cut me off, pressing a finger to my lips—. Don’t tell me “whatever you want.” Tell me you want it. If you don’t want it, there’s no session. You know that.

I closed my eyes for a second. It was true. All of this existed because I had asked for it, because a part of me that had been tucked away for decades had finally found someone who could handle it without breaking it.

—I want it —I said—. I want to be yours. I want you to use me.

The smile she gave me was worth every night of waiting. She leaned over me and kissed me with an intensity I hadn’t expected, biting my lower lip until she drew a groan from me and pushing her tongue down my throat. Her hands moved over my chest, tracing red lines with her nails that burned without hurting, sliding down my stomach, stopping right where I wanted her most. She grabbed my cock suddenly, closing her fist at the base, and squeezed until my vision blurred.

—You’re rock hard already —she laughed—. And I haven’t even done anything yet.

—Just seeing you —I admitted.

She worked me slowly, her hand firm, sliding from base to tip and back again, looking at my face the whole time, reading every reaction. She knew my body better than I did. She knew when to push and when to stop, when to keep me on the edge and steal my breath a second before the end. She bent down and licked me from balls to glans in one long, broad, filthy sweep, then took the tip into her mouth and started sucking me with relish, her tongue circling the crown, one hand playing with my balls. Every time I pushed my hips up seeking more, she pulled back and slapped the inside of my thigh.

—Stay still —she ordered, her lips smeared with spit and my own—. I’ll give you what I want, when I want. Not one millimeter more.

She took me in again, this time halfway, and sank her nails into my stomach to hold me there. It was delicious torture, calculated, and I writhed against the restraints begging for more without words, my throat dry from how much I was moaning.

—Who’s in charge here? —she asked, letting me slip from her mouth with a wet pop just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore.

—You —I panted—. You’re in charge. You command my cock, you command everything.

—Good boy.

***

She stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes. I watched her the way you watch something you still can’t quite believe in. Heavy breasts, erect nipples, firm stomach, thick thighs, and her cunt dark and glossy, already soaked with the sheer pleasure of ordering me around. She came back to the bed and straddled my face, gripping the headboard, and lowered her cunt onto my mouth without giving me a choice.

—Eat me —she ordered—. And do it right, because I’ve been waiting for it since yesterday.

I drove my tongue into her as if my life depended on it. I spread her with my mouth, licked her from top to bottom, sucked her swollen lips, circled her clit with the tip of my tongue until I felt her tremble over me. Her taste filled me completely, thick, salty, intimate. She moved on my face, riding my mouth, setting the rhythm with her hips, grabbing my hair to position me where it suited her.

—Deeper —she gasped—. Get your tongue deep in me. There. There, you bastard, there.

I pushed my tongue in as far as I could and sucked her clit between breaths until I felt her thighs clamp around my head and a hot burst flood my mouth when she came on my tongue with a long, deep groan. I swallowed what reached me, licked up what remained, and she shuddered once more before sliding back, leaving a wet trail from my chin to my navel.

—Good boy —she repeated, breathing hard, her hand still tangled in my hair—. Now it’s your turn to work for the finish.

She settled over my cock, grabbed it with her hand, and guided it to her entrance. With her hips she sank down slowly, letting me feel every inch of her tight cunt, swallowing me whole, and when she was pressed against my pubis she stayed still for a moment, enjoying watching me tremble beneath her. She held my bound wrists with one hand, a reminder of who decided, and began moving against me in a slow, torturous rhythm, riding my cock up and down with maddening precision.

—This week, while I’m gone, you’re going to behave —she told me in my ear, her hot breath on my neck—. No touching your cock without permission. Every time you get hard thinking of me, you’re going to write to me. And I’ll decide whether I let you come or whether you hold out.

—Yes, ma’am —I moaned.

She sped up and I felt pleasure climbing my spine, dense, unstoppable. Her cunt strangled me on every descent, sucking me inward, soaking my balls from how drenched she was. She controlled everything: the speed, the pressure, the moment. When she noticed I was too close, she stopped dead, pulled away in one sharp motion, and squeezed the base with two fingers, denying me the finish. I felt my release retreating by force, a dull ache in my balls, a frustrated groan escaping between my teeth.

—Not yet —she murmured, smiling, showing me her cunt open and dripping over me—. You’re going to come when I tell you to, not before.

I cried out of pure frustration, a pathetic sound that made her laugh with satisfaction. She repeated the game once, twice, three times, letting me back into her cunt, riding me until I was one heartbeat from exploding, always stopping just before, leaving me on the edge and hauling me back. My cock dripped pre-cum over my stomach, my balls felt like they were about to burst, and I had completely lost track of where I ended and she began. That surrender, that letting go of control down to the last corner, was what I wanted. There, tied up and at her mercy, my cock burning and her cunt dripping over me, that was where I finally rested.

—Please —I begged, without shame—. Please, let me come. Please, ma’am.

—Look at me —she ordered, sinking back down on me, tightening her inner muscles around my cock as if she wanted to squeeze it out of me.

I looked at her. And then, with her gaze locked on my eyes, she gave me permission with a single word —“now” —and I let go with a cry that tore out from the depths of my chest, my body arching against the restraints, my release emptying into her in long, thick waves, feeling every pulse of my cock unloading inside her cunt. Vera kept moving over me, swallowing the very last drop, until she, too, surrendered to her own pleasure and came a second time, collapsing onto me with a deep groan, her forehead resting on my shoulder, both of us panting as if we’d run miles. I felt my semen seeping between our bodies, warm and sticky, sealing the scene.

For a long while we said nothing. Only her breathing and mine, gradually synchronizing, the sweat cooling between our bodies.

***

—Don’t go yet —I murmured when I felt her shift to get up.

Vera gave a soft laugh and lay back down beside me, finally releasing my wrists. She massaged the soft marks left by the straps, bringing the blood back to my hands patiently, with no rush to break the bubble.

—I’m not leaving —she said—. But I have to tell you something, and I want you awake so you can decide calmly.

I propped myself up on my elbows. When she spoke in that tone, outside the game, it was because she was dealing with something serious.

—Daniela and Inés have been asking me about you for a while —she said—. Lucía too. They know about us. They know what we do. And they’d like to join, if you want. A group session, with clear rules, everyone knowing what we’re signing up for. But only if it’s something you want. If it makes you uncomfortable, we leave it at an idea and that’s it.

I went quiet, weighing it. I knew the three of them from the dinners Vera organized, confident women, shameless, with the same bluntness as her when it came to talking about what they wanted. The idea made my skin prickle: being at the mercy not of one, but of four, within a framework where I would still always have the final word.

—And the limits would be the same? —I asked.

—The same, and anything you add —she replied, serious—. The safeword is respected by all of them. We talked about it between the four of us: anyone who hears it stops. That’s not negotiable.

—Then yes —I said, and felt my heart speed up—. I want to try it.

***

She invited them in that very afternoon. They had been in the village, waiting, and arrived with a bag of things and an energy that filled the house in an instant. Daniela, dark-skinned and quick to laugh, sat at the foot of the bed and looked me up and down with one eyebrow raised, lingering without shame on my cock, which was starting to wake again despite the fatigue.

—So you’re the famous one —she said—. Vera never shuts up about how well-behaved you are. And how delicious you are, honestly.

—I do what I can —I replied, and all four of them laughed.

Inés, blonde and slow-moving, crouched beside me and brushed a lock of hair from my forehead with a care that contradicted her mischievous smile. Lucía, the shortest, opened the bag and started taking out the things we had agreed on beforehand, setting them in sight so I would know exactly what was coming: a black strap-on dildo, a soft leather flogger, a blindfold, lubricant.

—Before anything else —said Vera, standing up, regaining that commanding air that changed everything—, the safeword?

—I remember it —I said.

—Say it.

I said it out loud. The four of them nodded, one after another, like an oath. Only then did the game truly begin.

They bound my wrists again and blindfolded me. Losing sight changed everything: every touch became a jolt, every voice a map. I felt hands spreading my legs, others pinching my nipples, a mouth closing over my cock and sucking me hungrily while another tongue licked my balls from below. I couldn’t tell which belonged to whom, and that drove me mad.

—Count out loud every time we suck you —Daniela ordered from somewhere—. If you get it wrong, you start over.

I started counting between gasps. One, two, three different mouths took turns on my cock: one swallowed deep to the throat, another licked the tip with a flat tongue, another nibbled at it with her lips and scraped me with her teeth. On the fourth turn I lost count because a hot tongue started licking my ass at the same time, pushing between my cheeks, and a deep groan escaped my mouth that made all of them laugh.

—The gentleman gets distracted easily —Inés whispered in my ear, while she put two fingers in my mouth for me to suck—. Focus. Count.

I tried to start counting again, but hands were lubing my ass and pressing something thick and hard against it, and a mouth was going up and down my cock at just the right pace to keep me from thinking. I felt the dildo open me inch by inch, burning at first, then filling me with a dense, new pleasure. Vera —it had to be Vera, I recognized her voice— pushed all the way in and stayed there, barely moving her hips.

—Now —she said—. Now we’re going to give it to you from both ends until you don’t know who you are anymore.

And they gave it to me. One riding my cock, another fucking my ass with the harness in the same rhythm, a third bringing her cunt to my mouth so I could eat her while she took my fingers, the fourth whispering orders in my ear and guiding the tempo with tugs at my hair. Voices giving contradictory commands just to make me hesitate, laughter when I got it wrong, rewards when I got it right. Daniela made me repeat out loud that I was a slut; Inés whispered things in my ear that made me blush and spill a little each time; Lucía set the pace of the harness from somewhere I couldn’t see. And Vera, always Vera, watched over everything, reading my face behind the blindfold by the sound of my breathing, ready to stop at the first sign that anything was going too far.

I came twice before they let me rest. Once in Daniela’s mouth, who swallowed everything and then kissed Inés to pass it on. Once inside Lucía, riding me, with Vera squeezing my throat just hard enough to make me see stars without cutting off my air. And they still made me come a third time, dry, shaking, when there was nothing left inside me and all I could do was moan, my prostate massaged from within by Vera’s dildo, while the four of them watched me tremble and clapped softly.

It wasn’t just pleasure, though there was plenty of that. It was the feeling of being completely surrendered and, paradoxically, completely safe. Four women who could do whatever they wanted with me and who, precisely for that reason, took care with every step. In the middle of the chaos, one of them removed the blindfold for a moment and asked me in my ear if I was okay, and I nodded, and I knew that behind the orders and the laughter they were watching out for me more than anyone ever had.

***

When it was all over, they left me in the center of the bed, wrecked and smiling, my body heavy with a good tiredness, semen and sweat drying on my skin. Inés brought water and made me drink in sips. Daniela covered me with a blanket. Lucía gathered the things up without stopping her commentary on the session, laughing, as if reviewing a good match. And Vera sat beside me, took my face in her hands, and kissed my forehead.

—How are you? —she asked, and this time there was no game in her voice, only care.

—Whole —I said—. Better than whole.

—That’s what I wanted to hear.

I lay there looking at the old ceiling of the house, surrounded by those four women chatting and laughing as if they’d known each other forever, and I thought that it had taken me more than six decades to find this place. Not the sex, which was extraordinary, but this: being able to let go of the burden of commanding, deciding, holding everything up, and handing it over to someone I trusted blindly. Knowing that, whatever happened, there was a word that stopped everything, and hands that would respect it.

—I’m coming back next week —Vera said, stroking my hair—. And they are too, if you feel like it.

—I do —I answered without hesitation.

She smiled, that slow smile I collected like treasure, and leaned in until her breath brushed my ear.

—Then you’re mine, until you say otherwise —she whispered.

And for the first time in a long while, lying in that bed with my body exhausted and my soul light, I didn’t want to say otherwise. Not that afternoon. Maybe never.