THE GIFT (ONLY SEX COLLECTION)

BOOK 1 · THE GIFT (BDSM)

Eduardo Salvatierra was turning thirty-eight and ran a major financial company in Madrid. Accustomed to giving orders and making decisions for other people, he seldom found himself in a situation where anyone could surprise him. His secretary, Patricia Montes, knew that side of his character well. She knew another, far less public side too: they occasionally slept together, and during one of their conversations he had admitted to being curious about domination.

First thing that morning, Patricia left an envelope on his desk. Inside was the address of a room booked for a private BDSM session, together with a note: ‘Happy birthday. Tonight you won’t be in charge of anything. Ten o’clock. Patricia.’ Eduardo went to the address without knowing what the session would involve. He found Patricia waiting in the room she had booked.

When he entered, he saw that Patricia was wearing a black leather dress, nipped in at the waist and clinging to her curves. Her heels accentuated her figure, and a lace mask lent an air of mystery to a face he knew perfectly well. She looked particularly attractive. Eduardo stared a moment longer than he should have, but she did not smile. She simply gestured for him to follow her.

The room was spacious and deliberately austere. A St Andrew’s cross stood against one wall. There was also a bondage horse, a bench and a full-length mirror beside the rug. On a table, Patricia had laid out straps, a black blindfold, a leather paddle, a riding crop, another mask, gloves and several objects whose purpose Eduardo did not know. The meticulous arrangement impressed him more than the number of implements.

She stepped up to face him and reminded him that the session was voluntary and that he could stop it at any point. Their safewords would be red, yellow and green. Red meant stop immediately; yellow meant ease off or pause to check what was happening; green confirmed that he was happy to continue. She also made it clear that if she proposed bringing a third person in later, she would ask him first and protect his identity. Eduardo agreed to leave that possibility open, although he still had no idea what Patricia had planned.

Before moving away, Patricia laid down one final rule. Eduardo was not to speak unless answering a question, using a safeword or given permission by her. For the duration of the session, whenever he spoke he had to address her as ‘Mistress’. Eduardo found that word harder to accept than any of the earlier instructions, although he did not object.

Patricia put some music on and caught him off guard with her first command.

‘Strip for me, very slowly. I’ll help you along with a bit of sexy music. You know what I mean.’

Eduardo understood what she expected and started taking his clothes off, trying to move in time with the music. He had no sense of rhythm whatsoever. He hesitated before every movement, and the harder he tried to look sexy, the clumsier he became. He realised Patricia was on the verge of laughing, which only made him more nervous.

Patricia tried to keep a straight face but eventually burst out laughing. It was not an affectionate laugh. Eduardo stopped, bewildered; a man who could chair meetings without ever losing his composure suddenly had no idea what to do with his hands in front of her.

‘You’re pathetic. Absolutely bloody useless. I was hoping you’d manage to make me a little bit horny, and all you’ve done is kill my sex drive completely.’

She switched the music off.

‘Now take the rest off. Everything. And don’t try to do anything clever this time. You’ll only cock it up. Just get naked.’

Eduardo obeyed. Without music and with no awkward dance moves to hide behind, he finished undressing. Patricia watched without taking her eyes off him. He almost asked what came next, then remembered he was not allowed to speak.

Once he was naked, Patricia pointed to the St Andrew’s cross.

Eduardo approached it. Patricia waited until he was positioned against the cross and began fastening him to it, with his back to her. She secured his wrists first, then his ankles, checking each strap carefully. Eduardo instinctively tried to move his arms, then stopped. The moment had come to obey without knowing what would happen next.

Patricia picked up the leather paddle.

‘This is what that pathetic dance of yours deserves.’

The first smacks were sharp and measured, always on the same buttock. At first Eduardo felt a slight pain that gradually became a tingling sensation as his skin grew redder with every stroke. Patricia paused between blows, watching his breathing change and the last traces of his ridiculous striptease disappear. The laughter had stopped, but the humiliation had not.

Patricia put the paddle back on the table. Eduardo remained strapped to the St Andrew’s cross. He heard her heels, the scrape of a chair being moved, and then silence. He tried to work out where she was. She checked her watch without saying a word. The wait went on far longer than Eduardo had expected.

Eduardo’s feet rested on the floor, and his wrists were secured without undue pressure. Patricia checked several times that he could still move his fingers and support his position. In between those visits, Eduardo tried to calculate how long he had been there. He would have given anything to look at the clock, ask a question or break the silence with an order. None of those options was in his hands now.

‘At work you demand reports, explanations and results from me,’ she said, moving behind him again. ‘Tonight I want an honest answer. No speeches. No excuses.’

She reminded him that their relationship was not exclusive. Yet whenever Patricia mentioned a male friend or arrived late for a date, Eduardo always found an excuse to ask whom she had been with. She knew those questions disguised as idle curiosity all too well. He called it taking an interest; never jealousy.

‘A man might be joining us in a little while,’ Patricia announced. ‘He’s a friend of mine. You don’t know each other.’

Patricia picked up the paddle and asked how he would feel if she kissed that guest in front of him. Eduardo answered that he would not mind. She waited a few seconds and gave him another smack. Then she asked again. Eduardo replied that Patricia was free to do whatever she wanted, as though he were discussing a point of principle rather than what he had just been told.

Patricia let him search for a convincing explanation and waited. Eduardo lowered his head. He could think of several answers that would have ended an argument at the office, but none was any use here.

‘I don’t want to hear that you have no right to feel jealous,’ she insisted. ‘I want to know whether you are.’

Eduardo shook his head again. Another smack followed, then another pause. He pressed his fingers against the wood. Patricia had worked beside him for years and could read even the slightest change in his voice. If he lied again, she would know. Worse still, he was beginning to tire of the lie himself.

‘Yes, Mistress. I’m jealous,’ he finally admitted. ‘Terribly jealous. I can’t stand the thought of you wanting another man.’

Patricia put the paddle on the table when she heard his confession. She came closer and waited for Eduardo to catch his breath. He did not want to raise his head. He had endured the smacks without complaint, but admitting aloud that he was jealous had been far harder.

Eduardo remained on the St Andrew’s cross for quite some time. Patricia gently stroked his reddened buttocks and spoke to him softly. She did not punish him there again. Time continued to pass, but Eduardo was now less troubled by the wait than by the possibility that the guest might actually turn up.

At last, Patricia loosened the straps and released him.

‘On your knees. And not just any old way. I want you to kneel in front of me as though you worship me. I’m your Mistress. Bow down.’

Eduardo obeyed, lowering his head into the position she had indicated. Patricia stood in front of him, satisfied. Outside that room he would have protested at having to do such a thing. Here, it took him only seconds to obey.

Instead of punishing him, she picked up the riding crop and slowly ran it down his back, from his shoulders to his arse, without striking him. The leather barely brushed his skin. Sometimes she paused at the nape of his neck; at others she traced his spine and, when she reached his buttocks, gave him two light, almost playful taps. Eduardo never knew whether the next touch would be a caress or turn into another smack. Patricia enjoyed drawing out the uncertainty.

She moved behind him and slid her palm over the nape of his neck. Eduardo stiffened slightly, anticipating something he could not yet identify. Patricia then picked up the wide collar she had prepared, fastened it around his neck and checked the fit.

Next she showed him the black blindfold and covered his eyes. The darkness immediately altered his sense of the room. He could no longer judge distances or anticipate Patricia’s movements. For her, meanwhile, every silence took on greater significance.

‘Now, on all fours. You’re going to be my little puppy. But since you must be tired, I’ll let you stretch your front paws out before you start walking.’

Eduardo obeyed, reaching his arms forwards until his chest was close to the floor. The position raised his buttocks considerably. Patricia stood behind him for a few seconds, taking in the sight. Then she pulled on a pair of black latex gloves and approached again. She placed an open hand between his shoulder blades and slowly slid it down his back, following the curve of his waist to his buttocks.

She then spread plenty of lubricant over her gloves and said:

‘I’m going to ask you another question, and this time I want you to answer with complete honesty. If you try to deceive me like you did earlier, I’ll have to punish you again.’

Eduardo stayed silent.

‘Do you like it when I fuck you up the arse?’

He hesitated before answering, but eventually admitted that he did.

‘How much? A lot, quite a bit, or just a little?’

Eduardo hesitated again.

‘Answer me. And be quick about it.’

Patricia gave him another smack. After two more blows, Eduardo finally answered:

‘Yes, I like it, Mistress.’

‘I know that already. I asked how much.’

When he faltered again, Patricia followed up with another smack.

‘A lot. I really love it when you fuck me up the arse, Mistress.’

‘Very good, puppy. That’s what I wanted to hear.’

Patricia crouched down to get closer to him and began stroking the area around his sphincter before slowly inserting a finger into his anus. She waited a few seconds for his body to relax and accept the penetration without discomfort.

‘You love this, don’t you? Oh, I know you do. I’ve discovered just how much you’re into it. But I want to hear you say it.’

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Very good. Then we’ll carry on.’

Patricia withdrew her finger, added more lubricant and, after a short pause, repeated the movement with two fingers. She asked again whether he liked it. Eduardo said yes as she continued stroking around his sphincter and penetrating him.

‘Puppy, your arse feels so hot now! Help me fuck it with my hand.’

Eduardo began moving his hips backwards and forwards, allowing Patricia’s fingers to slide in and out. She held her hand in place as he gradually quickened the pace. Patricia kept pressing him to admit how much he was enjoying the experience.

Noticing his unmistakable erection, Patricia gently wanked him for a few moments.

‘You like that, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Well, I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to come. For now, you’re going to have to hold it in.’

Then she withdrew her hand and straightened up. To remind him of his submissive position, she gave him another smack, this time with the riding crop. The blow left a clearly visible mark and was so intense that Eduardo needed a few moments to recover. As he caught his breath, Patricia said:

‘I can see you’re enjoying this more and more, and you’re not even trying to hide it now. You’re rock hard and your cock’s already leaking pre-cum. But don’t get your hopes up, because you’re not sticking it anywhere just yet.’

She paused briefly before continuing.

‘And because I’m so very kind, I’ve got a little present for you to show off.’

Patricia took the toy she had set aside for that moment from the table. It was an anal plug with a feather tail attached. She lubricated it, inserted it slowly and stepped back to admire the result.

‘I love seeing you like this. Now wag that little tail so your Mistress can have a proper look.’

Eduardo obeyed. He slowly swayed his hips, and the feather tail began to swing behind him. Patricia let out a short laugh, this time far more restrained than during the striptease.

‘Very good, puppy. You’ve behaved so nicely that I’m going to take your blindfold off.’

Patricia removed her gloves and stood behind him to undo the knot. Eduardo blinked several times as his sight returned. She stood in front of him for a few seconds, still holding the lead attached to his collar.

‘Now then, let’s go for a little walk.’

Patricia began walking slowly, guiding him by the lead while he moved along on his hands and knees. She did not need to pull hard. The slightest tension was enough to tell him which way to go.

After a short walk around the room, she told him to sit back on his heels and raise his torso, imitating a dog waiting for a treat. She stood in front of him, took hold of his cheeks with one hand and squeezed gently until his lips puckered.

‘Very good, puppy. You’ve earned yourself a treat.’

She slowly brought her mouth towards his.

For an instant, Eduardo thought she was going to kiss him.

Patricia stopped just a few centimetres away and, instead of kissing him, spat into his mouth.

‘That’s for not telling me the truth the first time.’

Patricia opened a case and took out a black mask, broader and more rigid than the lace one she was wearing. It covered much of Eduardo’s face but left his eyes exposed. Before fitting it, she let him inspect the openings and explained why he would be wearing it.

‘It’s so he won’t recognise you. Even though you’ve never met and it might not be necessary, I’d rather he didn’t know who you are. I won’t tell him your name.’

Eduardo found the precaution odd, but accepted it. The other man would not know that he ran a financial company, or that Patricia worked for him. He would be able to see Eduardo in that room without recognising him later in the street. That protection reassured him, though it did nothing to dispel his unease about the man’s arrival.

‘Do you want me to call him? If you’d rather he didn’t come, tell me now.’

Eduardo hesitated. He was still thinking about the kiss Patricia had mentioned while he was on the cross. Finally, he nodded.

‘Yes, Mistress. Tell him to come.’

Patricia picked up her mobile. Iván, a friend of hers, was waiting for the signal to come to the room. He still knew nothing about Eduardo’s identity.

Patricia sent the message, put the phone on the table and opened the door, leaving it ajar. She did not tell Eduardo how long it would be before the guest arrived.

Patricia had prepared a red ball gag but decided to leave it on the table. She wanted Eduardo to be able to speak freely when he met Iván. The black mask would continue to protect his identity.

A barely audible sound came from the corridor.

Patricia kept her eyes fixed on Eduardo. He had heard it too. He remained completely motionless, sitting back on his heels, until the door slowly opened and Iván appeared in the doorway.

Iván knew that the identity of the man in the room was to remain secret. Patricia had asked him to be discreet and not to try to find out anything about him. Eduardo studied the newcomer through his mask and did not recognise his face either. Neither man knew who the other was.

Iván stopped when he saw the scene before him. There was a naked, masked man kneeling on the floor, wearing a collar and a feather tail. He did not ask his name.

Patricia walked over to Iván, stood beside him and slipped an arm around his waist, drawing him a little closer.

‘I don’t believe you’ve been properly introduced.’

She looked at Eduardo first.

‘Look, this is my friend Iván. There’s something I want you to know: he’s bisexual. He likes men as well as women.’

Eduardo raised his head. He was puzzled that Patricia should make a point of mentioning it, as though she were announcing a surprise whose significance he could not yet grasp.

Then she turned towards Iván and pointed at Eduardo with a smile.

‘And this is my puppy. I haven’t given him a name yet because I only picked him up today. As you can see, he’s got a very pretty tail.’

‘Go on, puppy. Show Iván your tail.’

Eduardo remained still for barely a moment. Then he obeyed. He leant forwards, placed his hands on the floor and slowly moved his hips so the feather tail swung behind him.

‘I want you to watch carefully and learn. That way, when you have a little bitch of your own one day, you’ll know how to do nice little things with her.’

Patricia slipped an arm around Iván’s waist again and drew him closer. This time she did not look straight at Eduardo. She lifted her face and kissed Iván slowly. The first touch was almost calm, more a confirmation than an outburst of passion. Iván kissed her back but made no attempt to take the lead. He remembered perfectly what Patricia had told him: tonight he was not to do anything she had not allowed. As the kiss deepened and their tongues kept caressing each other, Patricia rested one hand against his chest and let the other slide down to his waist.

Eduardo remembered what he had just admitted on the cross. He had thought he might be able to bear the man’s presence if he could dismiss him as an insignificant stranger. But Patricia kissed him with a familiarity Eduardo knew all too well. He lowered his gaze for a moment, then looked up again, unable to take his eyes off them.

‘Get undressed, but only as I tell you to. I want to see it bit by bit and find out whether your cock’s going to be ready for later.’

‘Your shirt first. Take it off and put it down there, next to him.’

Iván obeyed. He unbuttoned his shirt without looking away from Patricia and, when he had finished, put it on the floor just a few centimetres from Eduardo.

‘Now your shoes.’

‘Now your trousers.’

Patricia was in no hurry. She wanted Eduardo to watch Iván undress in front of him, garment by garment, until he understood exactly what the man was getting ready to do.

‘Your pants too.’

Iván finished undressing and placed the last garment with the others, all beside Eduardo. Then Patricia slowly walked around him. Eduardo could see everything at close range, and that proximity made the scene far more uncomfortable than a mere display. Patricia looked at the two men for a few seconds: one naked because she had just ordered him to strip; the other naked, kneeling and forced to watch a stranger getting ready to fuck her.

Patricia looked from one man to the other. She had not invited Iván merely so Eduardo could watch him; she wanted to offer him an unexpected experience before the evening moved on.

‘Puppy, tonight you’ve got a chance to experience something you’ve probably never imagined. As you know, my friend Iván is bisexual, and I’d like to suggest that you suck his cock for a little while. You’ve never done that before, have you?’

‘No, Mistress. Never.’

‘Well, now you’ve got the chance to try it. Iván’s willing, but I want to know whether you want it too. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. But you should know I absolutely love watching two men doing naughty, intimate things together. It turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. Just think how fucking horny I’ll be watching you both.’

Eduardo hesitated. This was the very man he had admitted being jealous of. He looked at Iván, then at Patricia, and realised he did not have to pretend to be confident to give his answer.

‘I’ve never been with another man, Mistress. To be honest, the idea doesn’t really appeal to me, but if you like watching me do it, I’m willing to try it for the first time tonight.’

Patricia smiled.

‘Very good, puppy. I’m discovering more and more interesting things about you.’

Eduardo began sucking Iván’s cock, uncertain at first and then with growing confidence. He also followed some of Patricia’s instructions, such as stroking Iván’s balls while he sucked him. The intimate encounter between the men gradually found its rhythm under Patricia’s watchful gaze. For Eduardo, it meant crossing a boundary he had never imagined crossing, and, above all, doing so with the very man whose presence had stirred his jealousy.

Patricia came over and placed a hand on Eduardo’s shoulder, signalling for him to stop.

‘That’s enough, puppy! If you carry on like that, there’ll be nothing left for me,’ she said with a mocking smile, taking over the blowjob for a few more seconds.

Eduardo pulled away and looked up. Patricia was pleased with his response, but now she wanted his undivided attention again.

‘Very good. You’ve done your bit. Now I’m going to put the gag on you so you’ll keep nice and quiet while your Mistress has a bit of fun with this gentleman.’

Patricia picked up the small red silicone ball from the table and held it in front of his lips.

‘Before I put this on, remember one thing. If you need me to stop, raise one hand and keep it raised. If you want me to check how you’re doing, tap your thigh twice. Understood?’

Eduardo nodded.

‘Very good. Open your mouth.’

He obeyed.

Patricia slipped the red ball between his lips and used a black strap to keep it in place, taking it around his head and fastening it at the back without disturbing the mask that concealed his identity. The collar remained completely unobstructed around his neck.

Eduardo tried to say something, but could only produce a muffled sound.

Patricia took the lead attached to his collar and secured its free end to a low ring beside the bench. She left enough slack to ensure it exerted no pressure on his neck. Above all, the gesture was another way of showing him where he was to wait.

‘Now you sit nicely right here. Don’t move. Not until your Mistress has finished what she’s about to do. Not a muscle.’

Eduardo remained naked, sitting back on his heels, wearing the collar, feather tail and red ball gag held in place by the black strap. The lead hung loosely down to the ring. He could see everything through the mask, but no one in the room would learn his identity from him.

Patricia returned to Iván and took both his hands. She guided them to the zip of her dress, but she was the one who finished pulling it down. The leather slowly parted, and Patricia let the dress slide down her body and fall to the floor. Underneath, she wore the tiniest black thong. She removed her lace mask and put it on the table. Then she slipped off her heels, one after the other, never taking her eyes off Iván.

For a few seconds she stood almost naked before the two men. Eduardo watched her from the floor. Iván was close enough to feel her breath. At last Patricia took off the thong and let it drop beside her dress. This felt different from any time she had been naked before.

Patricia pointed to the rug laid out beside Eduardo. It was close enough for him to watch them without difficulty. Iván lay down first. Patricia knelt beside him and kissed him again. Their caresses were much more direct now. She ran her hands over his chest and stomach, and Iván responded by stroking her back, her tits and her hips, but only when she allowed him to. Eduardo was less than two metres away, obliged to watch every movement.

She began rubbing herself against Iván, still refusing to let him penetrate her. The contact quickly heightened her arousal. She bent down to kiss him, straightened up again and glanced sideways at Eduardo. The effect she wanted was plain to see: jealousy, desire and a frustration he could no longer conceal behind a joke. Patricia let the image linger for a few seconds before turning her attention back to Iván.

Patricia took Iván’s cock in one hand and put it in her mouth to wet it, slowly working up plenty of saliva until it was thoroughly coated. Then she guided it between her legs. She stayed still for a moment before easing it into her vagina. The penetration was slow at first. Patricia controlled every inch until he was all the way inside her. She closed her eyes for several seconds and let out a breath of pleasure and satisfaction. When she opened them again, she looked at Eduardo in the full-length mirror across the room.

Iván did not take control. He waited for Patricia to start moving. She began slowly, leaning on his chest and rocking her hips so that his cock slid in and out at the pace she chose. Gradually she quickened her movements. The rug absorbed some of the motion, but not the sounds of their bodies or their increasingly heavy breathing. Patricia made no attempt to stifle her moans. Quite the opposite: she wanted Eduardo to hear them as clearly as he could see every movement.

Her arousal mounted quickly. Patricia kept watching Eduardo in the mirror while Iván fucked her. Eduardo was still sitting on his heels, the red ball gag in his mouth, unable to say a word about what he was seeing. Patricia felt the sight merging with her physical pleasure until the two were impossible to separate. She slipped a hand between her legs and began frantically rubbing herself while Iván was still inside her.

Her orgasm came soon afterwards. Patricia tensed on the rug, shut her eyes and, for several seconds, lost all control over the sounds escaping her mouth. Contractions rippled through her body as Iván kept moving. When she could breathe more or less normally again, she opened her eyes and immediately looked for Eduardo. He was still watching her.

Iván was very close to coming too. Patricia could tell from the tension in his body and the change in his breathing. She clung more tightly to him and said:

‘Inside me. Come inside me. I want to feel you filling me up with your cum.’

When Iván came, Patricia remained lying there for a few moments before sitting up. She was in no hurry. Iván’s semen and her own wetness mingled between her legs. She looked at Eduardo and knew there was still one more thing to do, something she had planned from the very beginning.

She got up from the rug and walked towards him, completely naked. Eduardo followed her every step with his eyes. Patricia crouched and undid the black strap holding the red ball in his mouth. She slowly removed the gag and placed the strap on the floor. Eduardo opened and closed his jaw a couple of times, getting used to moving it again.

‘I want you to lick me clean. And pay attention. Let’s see if you can tell which taste is mine and which is Iván’s.’

For a few moments, Eduardo did not move.

Patricia gave him a slap across the face, not a particularly hard one.

‘Did you understand me, puppy? Or do I need to tell you another way?’

She leant towards him and repeated her order, demanding that he demonstrate his obedience.

‘Understood, you disobedient little puppy?’

Patricia did not repeat the order. There was no need. She sat in front of him, leant back on her forearms and spread her legs, exposing her cunt, still smeared with semen and her own wetness, to Eduardo’s eyes and mouth. By now he knew the rules and his limits perfectly well, and he knew how to stop everything if he wanted to. Finally, he leant towards her and began licking her.

Patricia held his head in both hands, keeping him close as his tongue gathered the mixture still left between her legs. The sensation turned her on again, but what made the moment more intense was knowing exactly what it meant to him. Eduardo was tasting the semen of the man he had just watched fucking her, mixed with the extra wetness from Patricia’s orgasm.

She let him continue only long enough. Then she gave his hair a gentle tug to draw him away and made him look at her.

‘Well? Did you manage to tell us apart?’

‘No, Mistress.’

Patricia went over to the clothes Iván had left on the floor beside Eduardo, gathered them up and handed them to him.

‘Thank you for coming when I called, Iván.’

Iván smiled as he began dressing. When he had finished, Patricia walked up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

‘Good night, Iván.’

Iván smiled back, gave Eduardo one last look and made his way to the door. Patricia accompanied him and closed it gently after he left.

Patricia allowed several seconds to pass. Eduardo was still wearing the mask that had protected his identity during the visit, and he remained silent. He thought it was all over, but Patricia still had a promise to keep.

She returned to him and gently stroked his cheek.

‘Did you think we’d finished, puppy?’

Eduardo looked up.

‘I still owe you your final treat. Remember when I told you I’d be the one to decide when you could come?’

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Well, now’s the time. Stand up.’

Patricia unfastened the end of the lead from the ring, leaving it attached to his collar, and waited for Eduardo to get to his feet. Then she knelt before him, never taking her eyes off his face.

Now it was Patricia who was on her knees. Eduardo looked at her, bewildered by the apparent reversal. Then he remembered that she was still the one who would decide when the session ended.

‘Now you must obey this order. I want you to come in my mouth. I love swallowing my submissives’ hot cum. Wank yourself very slowly. I love watching your cock get harder and harder until it’s ready to explode. But you must tell me when you’re about to come.’

Eduardo hesitated briefly before obeying. He began slowly wanking himself in front of Patricia. As soon as he felt himself nearing the edge, he looked up to fulfil the condition she had imposed.

‘Mistress, I’m about to come.’

Patricia pushed his hand away, stopping him at that very moment.

‘I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to finish. Understood? You may carry on.’

‘Yes, Mistress, but it’s getting really hard to hold back.’

Eduardo tried again, and when he warned her for the second time, Patricia once more prevented him from reaching orgasm. A plea escaped his lips.

‘Please, Mistress, let me come. I’m begging you.’

‘What would you do to make me let you?’

‘Anything you want, Mistress. Just please let me come. I can’t take any more.’

Patricia remembered that the evening had begun with a challenge to his pride. She still wanted to find out just how far his willingness to obey would go, without mistaking that willingness for an obligation.

‘I’ll let you come if you rim me first. But I want you to tell me whether you agree.’

Eduardo hesitated for a few moments. Then he nodded and accepted that final condition.

Patricia stood up and Eduardo knelt before her. He carried out the act they had just agreed upon, while she remained in control of how the session would end. Patricia brought that final act to a close and told him to stand up.

‘All right, you’ve satisfied me. Now come back here. This time I really will let you finish.’

Patricia knelt before him again and at last granted him the permission he had been waiting for. When Eduardo finally reached orgasm, he released a substantial amount of semen after all the sexual tension he had experienced. She remained on her knees until he had finished ejaculating.

When Eduardo had caught his breath, Patricia got up and stroked his cheek.

‘Very good, puppy. You’ve obeyed me right to the end.’

There was no mockery in her voice this time. She carefully removed his mask, detached the lead from his collar and undid the buckle.

‘The session is over.’

He looked at her without replying. Patricia placed the collar beside the lead and briefly stroked the nape of his neck, where it had rested for much of the night. Then she asked him to lean forwards a little. Carefully holding the base of the plug, she eased it out. There was no game or provocation in the gesture. Only care. She placed it on a towel and returned to him.

She picked up a soft drink from the table and offered it to him. Eduardo drank while Patricia checked his wrists and ankles, where the straps had left a few reddish marks. Then she took a light blanket, draped it over his shoulders and sat down beside him on the rug.

For a while neither of them spoke. Patricia rested a hand on his back and began stroking him slowly, without seeking any sexual response. Eduardo stayed still, letting his breathing return to normal. The woman who, just minutes earlier, had ordered him to lick her while Iván’s semen was still between her legs had vanished as decisively as the session had ended. She was still Patricia, but she was no longer his Mistress.

‘Are you all right?’

Eduardo took a few moments to answer.

‘It was tough. Really tough. But yes, I’m all right. A bit fucked, mind you.’

Patricia smiled and stroked his cheek.

‘I wanted to give you a very special present. Happy birthday, boss.’

And she gave him a long, heartfelt kiss on the cheek.