Mistress Dana by Merri-Todd Webster ********************** Dana Scully kicked off her shoes and collapsed on the couch with a loud groan. Dear God, she was tired. Bone weary and brain dead from trailing after Mulder all day, reading microfilm on machines that wouldn't focus, talking to people whose first language was one she'd never heard of. She needed so many things to make her feel better that she didn't know where to start. Bath. Food. Sleep. Distraction. One Lean Cuisine and half a pint of ice cream later, she dragged herself into the bathroom. After using the toilet, she started the hot water running in the tub and flipped on the boombox that stood on the back of the commode. Soothing strains of Baroque music mingled with the running water--Vivaldi? Albinoni? Who cares, just keep that oboe solo coming. It was good for her blood pressure, and her job was very, very bad for her blood pressure, so play on. Now to choose the bath additive. Salts or bubbles? Woodsy, fruity, herbal? Dana added a large quantity of cucumber bath gel to the water and then turned on the cold tap, adjusting the temperature. Mulder had really gotten on her nerves today, and she wanted to feel squeaky clean, to wash everything away. Cucumber was good for her rather sensitive skin and might help her frazzled nerves as well. She peeled off the t-shirt and sweats she had changed into for dinner, twisted back her hair, and stepped into the tub. Hot hot hot. Bliss. She turned up the cold tap just a little and lowered herself into the water, inch by inch. She knew very hot water was not good for the skin, but it just felt so wonderful. Already her aching muscles were starting to unwind, unknot, un-Mulderize. Yes, that was it--she felt Mulderized--twisted, tortured, agonized, kinked. Turning off the water, slowly, so that the heat increased around her feet, Dana lay back in the tub and smoothed bubbles over her breasts. The bad part was that she really cared about Mulder. She felt so damned guilty when he got on her nerves and made her want to choke him. And worse, he could be so--so *stimulating* when he was annoying. She not only wanted to choke him, she wanted to throw him on the nearest flat surface and fuck him senseless. Dana relaxed deeper into the bath. That would make her feel better--fucking someone senseless. Fucking Mulder senseless. Just getting laid, period. The heat relaxed not only her muscles but her mind, and a part of her brain that was less tired than the rest (because it got less exercise) presented a picture of Mulder kneeling before her, begging her forgiveness for frazzling her while making her horny at the same time. She smiled, and that part of her brain, eager for praise and attention, embellished the picture with broad black leather cuffs on Mulder's trim wrists. Hmmm, nice.... Crossing one leg over the other, Dana sank deeper into the water and the fantasy. ********* Mulder kneels on a wine-red carpet, his ass on his heels and his hands raised in mute supplication. His wrists are joined with broad cuffs of black leather; a collar of black leather encircles his slender throat, and a black leather harness binds his cock, circles and separates his balls. He is already quite erect, and the pleading expression on his face matches his state of arousal. But his wide eyes and pouting lips do not have quite the effect Mulder anticipates. His mistress is familiar with all his tricks and can remain immune to them as long as is good for her and for him. Swaying gracefully on her glossy, spike-heeled black pumps, Mistress Dana circles her slave, circumscribing him entirely just as the bands of leather circumscribe and control certain parts of him. //Part of Dana's mind scoffed at the purple prose this fantasy was generating, but her imagination was in high gear by now and told the niggling voice on the sidelines to shut up.// She is clad in a black leather corset, black silk panties, black fishnet stockings. The corset supports her small, well-shaped breasts and just barely covers her aroused nipples, which rub deliciously against the soft leather. The panties are no more than a delicate triangle in front, a thong behind, and a slim band around her hips. She is careful, as she surveys her kneeling slave, not to let him see too much of her exposed buttocks. //Dana mulled over this image of herself for a moment. Of course, she would never wear a black leather corset. Still, it would flatter her fair skin tremendously.... And since this was just a fantasy--// A necklace of emeralds set in silver dangles over the curves of Mistress Dana's breasts, glittering with the rhythms of her walk, and silver bangles swing on her slender wrists. A small black suede whip with multiple strands dangles almost casually from her right hand. //Satisfied with her attire in the fantasy, Dana spread some more fragrant bubbles over her belly and breasts and started into the good part.// "You've been a bad boy, Fox," Mistress Dana says. Her voice is a throaty purr that makes Fox's erection visibly increase despite its restraints. "A very disobedient slave. You've tried my patience one too many times." She trails the strands of the whip over one broad, firm shoulder. "One too many teasing remarks. One too many times leaving me to search microfilm while you interview witnesses." The whip twitches. "One too many times ditching me while you go off to apprehend the suspect alone. I won't have it any more." Her voice hardens. "You must be punished." With great effort, Mulder swallows. "Yes, mistress." //Fox, Dana reminded herself. ÊIn this fantasy, I can do anything I want. I can tie him up, slap him one, ride his cock, and even use his first name if I want to. Unnoticed, her lips curled up in a dreamy smile.// Fox cries out as the whip lashes across his bare chest. "Did I ask you a direct question? Did I give you permission to speak?" Another painful swallow. "No, mistress." Mistress Dana leans over and peers into her slave's anguished face. Beads of sweat are beginning to form on his forehead beneath the trailing fringe of brown hair, and his hazel eyes are a storm of emotion in golden-green. Those eyes are begging for mercy, but the Mistress has none in her. //Dana's smile got a little wider and just a little wickeder.// "You talk far too much, Fox." She smooths the hair back from his damp forehead with one hand. "I listen to you talk all day. Every day. Not only do you talk constantly while we're at work, you call me on the phone on my own time and talk still more. But right now, *I* do the talking." Fox swallows but wisely says nothing. The Mistress smiles. "Besides, there are better things for you to do with that mouth." Turning her back on her slave, Mistress Dana saunters over to a handsome chair upholstered in dark forest-green leather. It has a broad back and comfortable armrests but a rather narrow seat. She sits down and leans back, her arms cushioned by the armrests, her knees on either side of the seat. With her legs thus spread, auburn curls peek out around the edge of her panties. //Dana thought about that for a bit, then rewound the mental video a few frames. If she were a mistress in black leather....// Mistress Dana saunters over to a broad bed covered with a throw of dusty rose velvet and sits down on the edge. With the suede whip, she gestures to her slave. "Come here." Obediently, Fox crawls across the carpet on his hands and knees, kneeling up again when he is between his mistress' feet. She smiles and pats his head. "Good boy. Now remove my panties." The Mistress lies back and arches her spine ever so slightly. Fox takes hold of the tiny black panties at the waistband just below her navel //Wonder how it would look if I pierced my navel? Dana thought idly// and draws them slowly over her mound and down her legs. When the wisp of silk is gone, Mistress Dana spreads her legs still wider, showing her adoring slave a sleek, naked expanse of ivory pubis shading into pink, perfectly hairless. Fox's expression is rapt, worshipful. Dana snags a pillow and pulls it under her head. The look on her slave's face at such moments is always gratifying, a source of sexual pleasure in itself. "You may speak," she purrs. Fox licks his lips. "Mistress, you have the most beautiful pussy in the world." Dana licks her lips in response. "Thank you, Fox. Now you may show me with your mouth how much you love it." He is exquisitely good at this, a true artist. He begins with an almost chaste kiss on her mound, well above the cleft. Then another kiss just where the cleft begins. Then a third kiss over her clitoris, which is still hidden within her folds but swelling rapidly. The Mistress sighs. Her slave takes that as a signal and offers a gentle lick, his tongue seeking the opening from which comes the salty-sweet moisture he can taste on her skin. Another lick with a little more pressure, and the folds yield to his tongue and fall open like the lobes of some exotic fruit, revealing the flushed and glossy inner lips, the glistening aperture hidden between them. Mistress Dana moans softly, and her moan is echoed by a muted humming noise from the mouth pressed to her nether lips. //Really, Dana, there's no excuse for that euphemism, she thought, shifting around in the tub.// The slave's worshipful tongue delves ever more intimately into her heated folds, the slickness of his mouth mingling with the slickness of his mistress's arousal, and waves of pleasure wash over her like warm Pacific waves, each one larger than the last. Dana holds herself still beneath Fox's ministrations, not letting him see how intensely he is affecting her. Her climax crests suddenly and softly, betrayed only by a sigh. //Dana realized that one hand had strayed between her legs, and her fingers were gently, knowingly circling over her clitoris. The first little spike of orgasm had inserted itself neatly into her fantasy without being noticed beforehand. Oh, well, she thought, and began to touch herself with more conscious focus.// "Enough," the Mistress says. Fox backs off with a tiny whimper, looking up at her adoringly. His mouth is shiny from the Mistress's pleasure, and she is tempted to lick off the taste of herself, but she decides to leave her scent and flavor to torment him. Decisively, she uncuffs his wrists. "Now my breasts," she orders. Once again that marvelous mouth sets to work. Mistress Dana lies back, and her slave kneels over her on the bed, bracing himself on his newly freed hands without a word of complaint. Lips, tongue, and teeth carefully, delicately, thoroughly pleasure first one breast and then the other, covering the smooth white mounds and travelling at last to the rose-colored nipples. Fox suckles hungrily until the Mistress' nipples are flushed darker than the velvet spread she lies on, and once again she feels the pressure building within her core. //Still rubbing her clit firmly with one hand, Dana plucked gently at her nipples with the other. It wasn't as good as having someone else do it, but it was pretty good, nevertheless. She panted softly, caught between the moist heat of the bathtub and her growing excitement.// "Enough!" she cries out, more sharply than before. An audible moan of protest escapes Fox's lips, and Mistress Dana pushes him aside. "On your back at the head of the bed." Pouting beautifully, the slave complies. Mistress Dana moves quickly to secure his hands with the cuffs, binding him to the slats of the headboard. His back arches exquisitely, his cock sticking up at a tantalizing angle. The Mistress wastes no time in lowering herself onto it, filling herself with its perfect size and shape. //Dana slipped two fingers into her cunt and wished fervently for a waterproof vibrator.// Plucking at her still-moist nipples with clever fingers, Mistress Dana rides her slave's cock without mercy. Bound by the harness, he is unable to come until she releases him, but she herself is under no such restraint. Her fingers go to her clitoris as she thrusts herself down on her living sex toy; louder and louder moans escape her lips as the pleasure spikes within her. //Dana was distracted for a moment by the thought of the leather harness. Wouldn't such a thing have buckles or something that might hurt? It's only a fantasy, she told herself, you don't have to pick one out of a catalogue, and went back to rubbing her clit, her fingers fierce and quick.// Fox arches beneath her, half-articulate cries of "Please, please," torn from his throat as he gets closer and closer to a pleasure he cannot reach. Tears are trickling down his face. The Mistress braces herself on the strong, beautifully delineated muscles of his chest and grinds herself savagely on him, again and again and again, until with a scream she throws herself into the fires of ultimate pleasure and collapses, exhausted. //Frowning, Dana realized that while her fictional avatar had reached a climax, she had not. Then she remembered that Fox hadn't, either--// After a moment, the Mistress lifts herself off her slave. She gives one torturing lick to the still-rigid cock that now glistens with her juices, then carefully unbuckles the harness around Fox's genitalia. "Turn over," she commands him, "and hold still." She assists the slave to settle on his stomach, hands still bound, then retrieves her whip. At the first strike of the suede strands across his rounded buttocks, Fox cries out wordlessly. //Dana bit her lip and thrust her fingers as far into herself as they would reach. The fantasy was irresistible now, and a really big climax was on the way, if she could just keep it going--// Again and again Mistress Dana strikes her slave, striping his perfect buttocks. Fox holds himself rigid, knowing that he will be punished if he rubs himself on the spread to hasten his orgasm, but each time a blow lands, his buttocks clench and press his desperately swollen cock into the bed. Harder and harder come the blows, faster and faster-- //Dana bucked hard, braced her thumb on her clit, bit her lip to keep from screaming--// Until Fox screams, a hoarse throat-rending sound, and gushes his orgasm against the velvet bedspread in long, agonized spurts, as his Mistress smiles. ********* A blissful smile spread across Dana's face as the big one washed over her. The water lapped up to her ears, but she hardly noticed it. The sense of relief was wonderful. Splashing, she turned over on her stomach, bracing herself on her elbows. All her muscles felt like cotton candy, and her brain was making slow soft ticking noises like a cooling engine. //Maybe next time I'll put the collar on Skinner,// she thought, and smiled wider. ********* end