Tipping Point -- Chapter 1: Blow by Blow

He sees her reflection next to his but he can't make out what she has in her hand. Her right hand moves behind her. After a moment her left hand moves from behind her and reaches for his body. Her throaty voice sounds very serious and lustful. She purrs, “Curiosity killed the pussy.”

He looks up at her. She is smiling down at him. Placing her left hand onto his hip, she leans down towards his face. He looks into her shiny black orbs and see his reflection. “Are you ready?” He begins to reply, but she silences him by placing her lips on his. Her kiss is sweet, warm, and inviting.

She pulls back from him before he has a chance to taste her saliva. Her hand slides down his hip and onto his cheek. She gently squeezes him. His cock's quivering. Swallowing, “Yesss, Brandy”.
Her fingers pinch his cheek. “Didn't we agree that you would call me, 'Mistress'?” Obedient, sincere, responsive. Nodding his head, “Yes. Yes, Mistress.”
Her fingers release his cheek. Her fingers slide between his cheeks. One digit enters him without warning. “Gggaahhhhhhh.”
Slowly, her finger sinks deeper and deeper. Staring into his eyes, she commands his respect, “Be a proper bitch, and I'll reward you”.

She raises her right hand to show him a large, dark red paddle. Outlining the paddle's width are little pink hearts that stand out to form smooth bumps. At the center of the paddle is a gold extrusion of the letters, 'G-he-R-L', in all capital letters. The reaction shown in his facial expression is too honest.
“If not, I'll punish you—without mercy. That was the agreement in our contract, correct?”
His throat feels dry. His voice sounds wispy, “Yes, Mistress”. He feels her knuckles push in-between his cheeks. His penis grows bigger. His mouth opens in response to the embarrassing intrusion. “Good girl, Lindsay. Your expressions are so honest.”

He feels her finger slide out. He don't want to question her, but hearing the female name, begs him to ask, “Lindsay?” As if to quiet his mind she pushes her finger all of the way in. He feel the knuckles of her hand push against his crack.