"Strip!" you command, "I want everything off, as I don't allow my boys to wear clothes"

Loki glanced angrily at you and asked in a questioning tone, "You have boys?" he appeared to be infuriated with that notion.

"I have whomever I want, whenever I want and today, you're the lucky boy I'm choosing"

You can't help but smirk when you see the furious look on his face, but you keep up your tough as nails persona.

"Thank me boy, thank me for choosing you to be my plaything" you say assertively, now getting comfortable with your domineering self.

Your command is followed and Loki says "Thank you" as he removes his boots.

"Thank you what?" you ask, needing him to refer to you as someone of high status, you want your name to be one that carries authority. You give him the choice to decide.

He gives you a sly grin as he says, "Thank you, my tasty tart," even though he is fully aware that this is not the title you request.

"No!" you yell, "refer to me as a sweet dessert again, and I will go straight for the punishment boy!..You will have no pleasure from me"

Loki's gaze hardens; he longs to explore your body and feel your touch. His expression now indicates that he will act appropriately in order to claim his reward.

While Loki seems to be deep in concentration, he takes off his other boot. He's racking his brain for the perfect title. He wanted a name that would be strong but also have special meaning.

You watch as he slides off his belt with one quick action, and throws it on the table. He then grips the waist of his black trousers and pulls them down, taking them off completely.

He stands there entirely naked, still immersed in his own thoughts and unaware of the wonder and admiration that you feel for his body.

You look at his cock, and without realising it, your heart rate increases, and you start to breathe more heavily. You're deeply aroused, and yearning for the magnificent form in-front of you.

As you unconsciously reach to touch yourself, Loki's gaze moves to follow your every action. Yet you don't realise he's staring as you're too busy admiring his divine physique. You see Loki's hand grab hold of his own fully erected cock, beginning to slowly stroke it and because of his movement, you finally look up towards his face.

While you and he are facing one another from opposite sides of the room, your eyes meet, taking great pleasure from watching each other masturbate.

The groans that emerge from Loki increase in volume with each stroke of his hand, while you simultaneously speed up the movements on your clit—the noises you make becoming more piercing.

Your fixation on Loki was unwavering, and the hunger in his eyes never strayed from your direction. He was getting closer and closer to releasing his hot seed as he pumps his cock at an increasingly rapid pace.

His mouth remains agape as he senses the intensity of his orgasm growing, and his groaning becomes immensely audible as he approaches the state of bliss.

You yell, "Stop boy!" over his gratifying moans, raising your voice deliberately.

Loki snaps out of his arousal, releasing his hold on his throbbing cock.

"Good boy" you say smiling, pleased he listened to your command promptly. Another stroke or two and he would have reached climax.

You weren't ready for him to gain maximum pleasure just yet. You planned on using delayed orgasm as a form of punishment by bringing him to the verge of orgasm repeatedly but not letting him go through with it until you said to.

"Did you like that? Do you want more pet?" you say your words in a tone that makes it sound as though you're addressing a friendly canine.

Loki cries out in despair, "Yes, I want more, my queen."

You expected him to call you mistress, madam, or temptress, you didn't expect the term Queen—my queen.

You pondered the name, giving it some thought before deciding whether or not to accept it—a queen has authority and can be tyrannical if she chooses to be.

"I accept your name" you declare, secretly adoring his choice, "always refer to me as such, or any other name that displays power. Don't do that and I deny you from pleasure. Do you understand boy?"

"Yes my queen" Loki replies—like a good obedient boy.

Still brandishing your whip, you advance until you're standing directly in front of him.

You touch his upper body with your hand, feeling every muscle, and every curve. His body a rock, a mass of pure strength. His shoulders broad, his neck thick, and his hair—his soft waves that cascade downwards. The dark locks created a striking contrast against the light complexion of his face.

You've never known anyone, or seen anyone who resembled perfect. You never believed perfect looks even existed. But he....he was the the exception, Loki's form was truly perfection.

You're mine you say in your mind, purposely thinking loudly, knowing he will hear you.

Loki lifts his hand under your chin and tilts your head upwards. You stare into his eyes.

"I am yours, my queen"

The butterflies are back, the flutters of their tiny wings rising to your heart and causing it to skip a beat.

Everything in you wanted to give in to him and have sensual sex right then, but dammit it, you're not a quitter. You need him to see that you have a dominating side, just as he does.

The air went from being charged with a fierce dominancy to a dense fog of affection. Loki could seize your hand at any moment, place you on the rug and make passionate love to you. And you were well aware that if he chose to do just that, you wouldn't resist—you were putty in his hands. You needed to get back into your tough demeanour as quickly as possible.

You strike Loki's bare bottom with the flogger whip. It took him by surprise and sent him forward in a jolting motion. You smirk as you observe the completely surprised expression on his face, revelling in the fresh sensations it induced to you.

"Did that hurt boy?" you asked, actually curious as Loki made no pained noises.

"Yes, my queen" he replies in a calm tone.

"Hmmm, I don't believe you're telling the truth. Why do you lie to your queen?"

Loki looks at you as though he's just been caught out, and a cheeky grin spread across his face.

You take his smug face as an indication that you were being far too soft with your lashes. And just like the last time, you give no warning of when the whip will crash down.

You give a more forceful crack on the whip, and the supple leather tails now hit both of his cheeks. Loki clenched his teeth and tightened his entire body, stifling a groan of pain in the process. You took great pleasure from shocking him with your discipline.

"Still no sound from you, I must really be too lenient" you admit.

You graze your fingers along his abs as you slowly circle his body. You look at his rear as you go around his back and clearly see the crimson marks left behind as a result of the whip.

You stop behind him, placing the whip against his back. The tails of it gently caressing his skin as you move it downwards. You stopped as you got to the small of his back, gently smoothing the whip over his red marks.

Once again, Loki braces himself for the whip to lash down on his behind. He waits patiently, aware that the minute you remove the whip from his flesh is the moment you strike.

You instead keep it on his ass, making him feel safe—a false sense of security. He's confident that if the sensation of the ship remains against his skin, then you're not going to strike yet.

However, all of a sudden, you cunningly elevate your hand and smack his bottom with so much power that your own palm begins to sting. He lets out a loud howl as the pain of having his cheeks smacked by your hand on top of the fact that they were already raw was too much for him to bear.

"There, isn't it better not holding in your anguish boy" you smirk as you walk back to the front of him.

His features were etched with a sinister yearning and when he looked at you with lust in his eyes, you knew that he deeply wanted to rip your clothes off and give you a good hard fucking. Yet this god remained controlled, enjoying the mistress type side of you. Liking it enough to not give in to his primal needs, or to his controlling ways. He purposely chose to stay as your boy, allowing you to continue holding the reigns.

"You're such a good boy, and because you are, I'm going to reward you with some pleasure"

Loki's expression brightens as his eyes dart to yours with a broad smile. He's been desperate for some pure pleasure; and has been craving it.

You step away from him, and slowly push off the straps of your dress. As you wiggle your body in an alluring manner, the dress slowly slides down your body and falls to the floor.

You stand in front of him, your breasts fully exposed. You wear only your heels and pink knickers, but still hold the flogger whip.

Loki's gaze follows the entire length of your body. His semi erect cock expanding in plain sight, his desire burning aflame inside him.

Loki begins to walk towards you, fully charged with sexual longing, hoping the pleasure you give him is between your legs..

"Tut, tut, tut" you say disapprovingly, and immediately Loki halts, remembering you're the one in charge.

"You come when I say you come"

You confidently approach Loki and wrap your palm around his sturdy shaft. You pull gently as you make your way towards a wall covered in chains. His cock is a leash, and you're walking your obedient pet.

"Stand against the wall pet"

After willingly following your order, Loki excitedly anticipates his bliss. But you approach and proceed to cuff one of his hands with the chain, and then the other.

You see that there is a mechanism mounted on the wall that has the ability to alter the length of the chain. You wind the leaver all the way, forcing Loki's arms to extend out to the side and limit his movement. Now he'll be unable to touch you as you pleasure him with your mouth, furthering his anguish by denying him the ability to touch.

While glowering menacingly at Loki, you step back and raise your whip. Loki wrinkles his brow and stares at you with betrayed eyes. He believed he was getting pleasure, not more pain.

"My queen, I thought I—"

"Shush boy!" you order, cutting him off.

As you approach him, you take pleasure in looking at his bound form, and immediately you crack the whip against the wall next to him. Loki turns his head, surprised to see the marks it left on the brick.

You intentionally increased the force of your lash in an attempt to incite fear. Loki braces himself as you raise the whip again, tensing as he awaits the impending pain. But you raise it up, only to then throw it on the ground.

"We don't need that right now, do we darling?" you say playfully.

Loki beamed with joy, truly glad the whip was tossed.

"No sweet cakes, we don't need it at all" Loki replies, in a more upbeat tone of voice.

When you raise your brow and gawk at him, he quickly realises his error.

"I mean no, my goddess" he corrects, this time using the proper term for you.

You avert your gaze, trying to contain the grin that is about to take over your face. You take a moment to compose yourself and then return your gaze to Loki. A sly grin widened on his lips; he knows that you're struggle to remain tough, but says nothing. He's an obedient pet, who won't embarrass his mistress with your lapse of character.

You draw close to Loki and plant a delicate kiss on his lips. He tries to insert his tongue into your mouth, but you force him out. You give him no chance to try again as you've already pulled away from his lips.

Instead, you begin sensually kissing his neck, before moving in a downwards motion, your mouth never leaving his skin. You continue to sink lower and lower until your lips make contact with his shaft, making Loki coo and excitedly. You follow his quivering member with your tongue, relishing the taste he leaves behind.

Your tongue reaches the tip of his cock and swirls around before eventually opening your mouth to let him inside. Sucking hard, Loki moans, enjoying the warmth of your mouth on his cool manhood.

You expand your mouth to take in more of him, his size stretching your oral cavity to its limits. You strain as much as possible, bobbing your head up and down, and making loud sucking noises.

Utilizing your hands, you pump and turn the base of his shaft. You move more quickly and suck more forcefully, making Loki groan with delight. He starts bucking his hips and then suddenly shoves more of his cock down your throat, making you retch.

You refuse to submit to the gag and instead give in to his further prodding. The thick saliva you produce acts as the ideal lubricant, allowing him to slip in and out without any difficulty.

When Loki feels your fingers caressing his balls, he becomes increasingly assertive. You feel a pounding in the very back of your throat as his hips come crashing into your lips.

He let out a series of loud groans that served as a warning that he was going to cum, but you quickly pulled away, breaking the connection between your mouth and his cock. Loki makes a snarling sound of disapproval as he watches you stand up and move away from him.

"Come back here!" he orders, forgetting his place as your boy.

"You don't cum, unless I say so" you grin, menacingly.

"No please! don't do this, let me finish" he now resorts to pleading, showing his desperation to reach optimal pleasure.

You merely smirk in response, while continuing to back away.

"My queen, I want to touch you, at least allow me to feel your body" he bargains.

You felt your heart strings tug at his pitiful begging, now all he wants is to feel your body against him. You found it sweet.

A touch won't hurt surely, I can still remain in my tough persona after a brief hug.

You stroll over to the lever and pull it, loosening Loki's bindings enough so that his arms can move freely. You step towards him, his arms already reaching for you. As you enter his arms, your bare bodies collide for the first time in a passionate embrace.

You feel his arms wrap around you, and as he pulls you closer, you can hear him take a deep breath, taking in your aroma. You feel safe and secure in his strong arms, and the gentleness of his embrace satisfies your heart.

However, the feeling of contentment, didn't last very long because, suddenly and without warning, Loki tightens his hold on you and begins pressing your ribs into his body, making it appear as though he intends to swallow you. Now you were struggling desperately to free yourself from his clutches, feeling a wave of fear and dread wash over you.

A green glow materialises and in a flash, the chains that bind Loki disperse. He held you steady and placed his lips to your ear, his dark velvet voice searing into your mind.

"When the student is ready, the master appears, it's my turn Darling"