Weekend Warrior

It is an early Saturday morning in the summer. There are six of us drinking, smoking, doing blow in my best friend J’s apartment. I am having fun, but I am almost cumming in my pants I am so horny. So, I get up to go home to jerk-off. 

‘Where are you going?’ J asks.

‘I need to go home and sleep. I have work in the morning.’

‘How does someone as sexy and smart as you work on a Saturday?’ J says with the sense that the night is just beginning. ‘It’s 3am, we’re coked out, I got serious whiskey dick and I still have to clench my butt cheeks so I don’t cum in my pants looking at you.’

Everyone laughs, even J’s partner. I stay silent because I hear this from J every weekend.

‘Are you a top or bottom? Dom or sub?’ J jokes, procrastinating my departure. 

‘I’m a dom. That should tell you all you need to know.’

“Alright, leave us for work.” J says finally, relinquishing me to my devil’s playground.

I give everyone a hug and go home. Leftovers, microwaved, make-up, off, press play on my favorite porno. I open my dating apps for the 10,000th time tonight. I scroll through and see the usual suspects. Then a new person catches my eye. She has mysterious jade green eyes and luscious skin.

‘Hey’ I message, trembling. Before I can feel myself, I get a message back.

‘Hey’ 

My stomach feels like a chickpea and my body quivers uncontrollably. 

‘You got pics’ she asks.

I send three, each more revealing than the last.

‘:)’ she replies. 

‘I like your tattoo’ she says, in a second message that feels like a sip of cherry soda.

‘Can you send some to me’ I ask.

Her first picture is a selfie in a dirty mirror. She is wearing a black night dress. The room is dark, and only half her body is showing. But her eyes and long beautiful hair make me hungry for more.

Before I ask, two more come in. The first is her in daylight in a park, candidly smiling at the photographer. Her beauty is like a dream; I imagine what her ass tastes like. 

The third photo is taken at a POV angle. She is wearing lacy pink panties. Her eyes say, come over.

‘You’re beautiful’ I reply. ‘Do you want to hang out? I can drive to you’

She answers yes and gives me her address and number.

‘I’ll be there in an hour. Will you be up?’

‘Oh yeah, I’ll be waiting for you ;)’ 

~~~

I park and call her as I get out of my car. Her voice is soft like cotton candy — ‘I’ll be right out’ putting emphasis on the last two t’s.

The street is silent. I wonder if I am in the wrong place, or worse. Then I see her wearing a tight black dress with black heels. We hug and I smell a field of lilacs. She leads me to her room. It smells like incense and weed. Her room is small and covered with clothes. There are boxes on the ground that mean she moved recently or will soon. I ask if she wants to smoke, she says ‘sure’.

As I grind up weed, I notice Jade has a poster of Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe on her wall above the vanity. Marilyn’s eyes look unimpressed, they border on looking dead. Her mouth mocks you.

‘I like that poster’ I say, as I empty out the contents of my grinder into a blunt wrap.

‘Thanks but it was here when I moved in, I don’t know what it means.’

‘Me neither, all I know is that Marylin Monroe was really hot, and didn’t she fuck JFK?’

‘Hmm, I’m not sure.’ Jade says, and she follows up with ‘would you fuck the president?’

‘It depends on who it is I guess,’ I say.

‘Well I’m talking Obama, would you fuck Obama?’

‘Of course, who wouldn’t?’

The conversation goes on like this; we’re halfway through the blunt. We decide we would have fucked Obama, Clinton, JFK, and Hamilton, who wasn’t president but just has really great bone structure.

When we resolve this question, we are done with the blunt. Jade looks at me and licks her glossy pink lips. ‘So, what are you into?’

I don’t know how to answer, so I say ‘everything.’

‘Everything?’ she asks, with a raised eyebrow and a sly smile.

Before I can answer she kisses me. Our tongues caress and our lips smack louder and faster until she pulls back. I lean in for more when she says ‘I’ll be right back.’

~~~

She opens the door with that sly smile and closes it behind, leaning her curvaceous booty on the door to make the latch click. She is hiding something behind her back, but I am mesmerized by her front. I drink in the sight of her full body wishing I was drinking her spit.

She sits down next to me again and I try to kiss her, but she places her finger on my lips as if to shush me.

She asks ‘How bad do you want to fuck me?’

‘So bad.’ I say, looking back into her jade green eyes. 

‘What would you do?’

My heart beats and my body starts to quiver. Again, my stomach is the size of a legume. ‘I’ll do anything.’

‘Anything?’ she asks with the same raised-eyebrow-sly-smile as before.

‘Yes, yes anything.’

‘Well, I have something for you.’ She takes out a pink dog leash, with purple dog bones on it.

‘I hope you like it. It’s new and I never used it on my dog, I think…’ She looks me in the eyes as she puts the collar around my neck. I look around for a dog or for traces of a dog’s things or fur and I can’t find anything. 

But before I can think she tells me ‘Let Mistress Jade know if it is too tight, or if I am being too rough with you.’ She puts the handle on the bedpost and turns around to check her makeup in the mirror.

‘Now shut up while I do my lipstick.’ 

It feels good to do what you are told. Two minutes later she turns around looking more angelic than ever and tells me to lick her feet.

‘Get down on your knees and worship my feet.’ It is the holiest thing I have ever heard, and I went to Catholic school for twelve years. She leads me on the leash, and I go over hand and foot. 

I unlatch her heels, but she kicks my hand away gently with her other heel. ‘No no no not yet.’ I start to lick her toes through the black leather straps of her heels.

I suck her big toe and lick her toenails back and forth. She pulls me up to her and gives me a little help. ‘Open your mouth.’ I do as I am told, and she spits in my mouth, ‘now clean them.’ 

‘And just in case you have any questions,’ she spits in my face. The warmth of her spit and the sweet stinging in my eye makes me quiver for more. I suck her toes like I can get high off them. She sits looking down on me and smiling and says, ‘yeah I bet you like that, you disgusting little bitch.’

She pulls the leash and tells me ‘Now do the other one’ then licks her pink glossy lips.

I see her sexy junk through her lace panties and lick her feet faster and faster.

She takes out a butt plug with a tail and tells me to take off my pants and shirt— ‘I have something else for you.’

I blush and say ‘usually this happens the other way around.’

She smiles, spits in my face again, then rubs it in. She pulls the leash closer to the ground and steps on it with her heel. She spits on the butt plug and spanks my ass. It leaves a red print.

‘Did I tell you to stop licking my feet?’ I lick her feet faster and more passionately than before, ejaculating uncontrollable moans from the depths of my soul.

She spits down my ass crack and rubs my asshole with the plug until it slowly disappears into me. Then she starts laughing and tugging the leash around the room again. She takes me for a walk for five minutes, laughing all the while. We stop every so often so I can lick her feet and clean her heels. I suck her thin 6-inch heel. She spanks me with a paddle. Softly at first, but she speeds up as the hits become harder and harder until I am begging for more and yell ‘Yes! Yes!’

‘Take off my heels and start sucking my toes.’ 

Her feet are soft and smooth, and her toenails are painted black. I bring her toe to my lips and make eye contact with my mistress, then I suck all her toes three times over like I am brushing my teeth before the dentist.

‘You’re being so good I might let you sleep at the foot of the bed tonight.’

‘Yes please, I’d like that.’

‘Well, we still have a long night ahead of us. Don’t you worry. Now get off the ground, get on the bed and face me.’

I do as I am told. She smiles and kisses me passionately and licks my face. Then she spits in my face again, wipes it in and slaps me. Rinse, wash, repeat.

‘I think I know what you want.’ She takes off her panties and balls them up and shoves them into my mouth. ‘Do you like that?’ I nod ‘yes’ earnestly.

‘Now lie on your back and put your head towards me.’ I do what I am told and she puts her luscious ass on my face. She holds my face in her ass and smothers me. I lick her hole and her ass cheeks and give them sloppy kisses on request.

Then she turns around and starts fucking my face with her junk. I relish the taste like a fine wine. 

‘Now, are you ready to get fucked?’ She slowly takes out the butt plug and lubes up. She rolls me over and puts her junk in me. At this moment, I have never felt so whole yet vulnerable. The bright room, a moment before so vivid and clear, blurs to vapors. It is just me and my mistress, who can do anything she wants to me. She calls me a bitch and gags me with her fingers and moans out ‘yeah yeah yeah yeah’ just like in a porno.

She flips me over again. She falls silent but doesn’t break her eyes from my face. She spits in my face every chance she gets. She fucks me so hard and so long that she must have cum twice and spit in my mouth too many times to count. She doesn’t touch my junk once. I am the horniest I have ever been and will do anything I am told. 

When she physically can’t fuck me anymore, she takes the leash and leads me into the bathroom. She makes me get on my knees in the shower as she takes her make-up off and brushes her teeth. She spits her toothpaste in my mouth and face and laughs at me.

‘Now lie on your back.’ She turns the water on. It is frigid at first but it starts to get hotter and hotter. ‘Just how I like it, hot and steamy.’ She gets in and washes herself and her suds and the dirt and grime from her body rinse onto me. She toys my junk with her feet and pinches it with her toes. But only teases me.

‘Do you want mistress to make you cum?’ she asks, annoyed and looking away.

‘Only if it will make you happy.’

‘We’ll see, I am pretty tired from making you my little slave all night.’

She takes extra-long in the shower and sits with her ass in my face.

‘You like that, don’t you? I’m already thinking of what I am going to do to you next. I’ll text you one day out of the blue. You’ll show up to my door, running of course. I’ll be feeling lazy and want to have a day in. I’ll tie this junk up, put a huge buttplug in you and make you do all my chores. You’ll clean my bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, do my laundry, wash my sheets, vacuum, dust, mop, you’ll deep clean my fridge and you can only be done when I say everything is perfect. 

Then you are going to go to the store for me and get everything I ask. You’ll pick up my laundry, bring my dog to the vet, buy me sexy lingerie, anything I ask of you and with your junk tied and your butt plug in. And when you get back, you’ll crawl up to me and have to earn my attention and affection. And when I get bored, I’ll tie you to the balusters and stretch that little asshole of yours for hours. Then I’ll untie you and make you lay in front of the couch so I can rest my feet on your face. I’ll take out a jar of my spit and I’ll make you lap it up from a dog bowl.’

Jade yawns and gets up and turns the water off. She gives me a footjob without lube. I cum in two minutes and she makes me eat all of my cum from off of her toes. It is the best orgasm I have ever had—I think I heard Jesus Christ whisper in my ear, that I was a little cum slut. 

‘You’re sleeping in the shower tonight.’ She leaves without saying another word and turns the light off. I get up and turn the water on. It is so cold. I wash up, swish mouthwash through my teeth, and dry off. I turn off the light and as soon as I shut my eyes ‘BEEP BEEP BEEP’ my alarm clock blares. I get up and drive to work and get there 15 minutes late feeling like an old rusted car. 

My boss takes one look at me and says ‘What the fuck did you do last night? You look like shit. Get on the register.’

‘I’d like a caramel macchiato with extra foam, two soy lattes with no foam, a blueberry muffin…’ 

I like to do what I am told.

Photo by анастасия беккер