After I had finished ravishing the redhead's cunt with my fingers, leading her through multiple orgasms, we relaxed for a few minutes, allowing her to regain her composure.
Lulled into a sense of complacency, I was easily surprised when Laura turned the tables on me. "Now it's my turn," she said with a wicked smile. "I'm going to make you beg." She finished lashing my hands to the headboard with my necktie. "After that exhausting cumfest your fingers put me through, I'm going to return the favor... sort of."
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"It means, Rob that I'm in charge now, and I will do whatever I want.." She straddled my head, her aromatic pussy just out of reach. "So, tell me, did you enjoy driving me nuts with your fingers?"
"Yes, I did."
"By my count, you gave me five orgasms, each more intense than the last. As a thank you, of sorts, I'm going to spend significant time edging you, but denying you release. Eventually, I'll let you cum... eventually." She lowered herself onto my face, my nose sinking between her still damp lips. Slowly gyrating, she smeared her musky essence all over my face. She reached behind, grasping my re-animated cock tightly. "Well, isn't that a pleasant surprise?" she said, the smirk on her face blooming into a fully-fledged smile.
She dismounted, kissed me, and sat between my legs. She firmly squeezed my cock again, making a healthy droplet of pre-cum form at the slit. Using her right index finger, she smeared it around the helmet, paying particular attention to where it meets the shaft. I involuntarily moaned. "Something you want?" she asked, still circling her finger around my cockhead.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" she said, leaning down and planting a kiss on my crown.
"Yes, I want to cum."
Engulfing me in one swift motion, she took me to the root, then slid off, replacing her mouth with her hand, slowly jacking. "Like I said, eventually. You see, my mother and I looked at sex differently. For her it was total enjoyment. For me, there's that, but additionally, I discovered pussy power. With proper and judicious use of what mother called 'her kitty', I can get a man to do anything I want. Even my pathetic ex-husband."
Her gentle ministrations were having the desired effect on me. My cock twitched in anticipation. She slapped it. It shrank.
"What the..,"
"Shhhh," she hissed. "If you want to continue this game, you'll need to do as I say. Otherwise, I'll let you go now."
I was silent, stunned.
"Well?"
"This is unfamiliar territory for me, but...let's go with it. Like your mother, you intrigue me."
"First, you will address me as Mistress, or Mistress Laura. Understood?" I nodded. "You will do everything, and I mean everything, I tell you to do." I nodded again. "If you are good, then you will be rewarded. I will let you cum, but it will be when and where I want, not necessarily where you want. Still interested?"
My cock had recovered from the sting of her slap and was at full attention. "Yes, Mistress."
She lowered her head to my cock again. "You will not cum without my specific permission. Understood?"
"Yes."
This time she pinched my cock, causing it to deflate again.
"Yes, Mistress Laura."
"That's better!" Her lips enveloped my entirety, and I felt her tongue at work as my cock hardened in her mouth. Holding the base of my manhood in her left hand, she slid her right hand down, combing through the neatly trimmed jungle just above her clit. I watched in awe as her head bobbed up and down, my cock sliding into the back of her throat before re-emerging, getting swallowed again before almost escaping. Her fingers danced around her clit and she moaned lowly as she worked herself up, still firmly in control of my manhood.
"Please, Mistress, may I cum?"
She wagged her right index finger at me, indicating denial, then let my erection slip from her lips. "Not yet," she said and returned to jacking my shaft, while still playing with herself. She switched hands, using her own juices as lube. "So, tell me, Rob, how do you like being a sex toy?"