Tipping Point -- Chapter 1: Blow by Blow

Slowly, her cock goes limp in his mouth. After taking a few more short breaths, she stands erect and regains her composure. “Clean it and milk it.” Obediently, he use his tongue to clean her shaft. She moves her back and forth cock in his mouth. He squeeze her shaft with his lips. He taste the last of her semen flowing into his mouth.

While she pulls her rod from his lips, he swallow. He licks her rod a few times. She smacks his face with her cock. He flinches. “What does a bitch say after she has been fed?”
Impatiently waiting for an answer, she smacks his face with her dick, again. “Thank you...for your cum...Mistress”, he stutters. It's hard to speak when you are being dick-slapped.

“You're welcome. Lindsay is a good bitch.” Again, she slaps his face with her dick. “What did I say?”
Blinking his eyes. He do his best not to get a black eye. “I'm a good bitch, Mistress.” She chuckles and walks away. “Yes. You are.”

While, walking around him she grabs his wrists. She pulls him into a sitting position. She pulls him off of the desk. “Stand.”
“Yes, Mistress.” She walks around her desk. He hears a drawer opening.
She returns with a pair of scissors. She snips here and there. He spent a lot of time trying to properly tie his body and look great for her. She undoes all of his work in a few seconds.

She leads him around her desk and faces him toward the desk. She drops the scissors into an open drawer next to him. She reties each hand at either side of his body, allowing for some slack between them. “Stay. Do not turn around.” He can hear her rummaging through a plastic bag. “Yes, Mistress.” He can't see what she is doing.

To himself, “Why shouldn't I turn around? What shouldn't I see?” His curiosity almost gets the best of him, but she walks back around, facing him. His eyes are the same height as her shoulders.

He looks up to her face to see her smiling down at him. She cups his face with her hands. She bends down. He closes his eyes.