The Gym room was sandwiched below the hanger deck and above the reactor room. It was fully padded against sound and heat. It was “date night” as the tactical teams called it. Natasha and Clint were sparing in the center ring while the others were only half-heartedly were working out on the machines around the walls of the room. After round twenty the others had to get to bed or get ready for their shifts. Only Clint and Natasha were not on the schedule.
“Hay want the radio for company?” one of the tactical guys said as he was about to leave.
“Sure,” Clint said just before Natasha put him in a headlock.
The agent put on an easy listening station the waited for a minute then switched it to hard rock station. They caught the tail end of a Metallica song as the tactical agent left.
“Next song is last round and the winner takes all?” Natasha said.
“Sure,” Clint agreed.
The music started and the two came back at each other in the ring. Clint managed to get Natasha in a hold and held her down for a moment, Nastasha’s head filled with thoughts and memories of her being tied up and fucked by Master Clint… That wasn’t right, Natasha kicked Clint’s leg and spun around getting a dominate position, Clint and Natasha had memories of a latex Natasha dominating her slave puppy Clint… Clint landed a heavy blow and put Natasha on her knees holding her arms behind her, Natasha and Clint remembered her being a slutty latex maid that gave blow jobs to her master… Natasha rolled forward and pulled Clint over then mounted hit chest to apply a “Date rape choke,” They remembered Mistress Natasha tying slave clint to the bed and riding him cowgirl while yanking on his nipple clamps and leash… Clint got an elbow into Natasha’s face and knocked her off of him, he rolled over then Natasha was on his back and put him in a rear naked choke, both their minds were filled with images of Budapest, the leather dominatrix outfit, the strap-on and clint’s assless leather chaps. Clint tapped, he was no match for his Mistress. Mistress Natasha always won, and later he would be spanked for trying to fight her domination. Natasha got up and retrieved the slave collar and returned putting it around Clint’s neck. She admired her love slave, clad in his black and maroon sleeveless rubber surf suit and leather bondage socks. She hooked her finger in the metal ring of his collar and pulled him along to the bondage horse. She smiled as he complied and followed her, she put him over it and clipped a lead to the collar’s ring and then went about securing Clint’s wrists and feet. Natasha grabbed the paddle from the wall and strutted around her slave boy. Even in just the black latex romper she commanded his absolute attention and lust filled devotion. Natasha stood behind him and started swatting his butt.
“One Mistress, two Mistress,” Clint counted.
After ten swats, Natasha put the paddle back and went to her gym bag. Clint heard his Mistress undo the zip at the crotch of her romper and then she walked back. Clint was confronted with a strapless dildo hanging out of Natasha’s crotch in front of his face. Clint knew what Mistress wanted and preceded to lick and suck the fake cock in front of him. Once Clint stimulated Natasha enough for her to scream in orgasm she pulled the dildo from his mouth and moved behind her love slave, he felt her undo the crotch zip at his butt and then felt the liquid lube pour between his checks.
“Ah yeah!” Natasha cried as she forced the double ended dildo into clint’s ass.
She wasted no time in pumping the dildo back and forth until she was crying in ecstasy and finally Clint was brought to orgasm from his prostate massage and squirted into the suits rubber sheath.
Natasha pulled out and removed the strapless dildo and set about releasing her slave. Cleaning up Natasha put her paddle back into the private locker and Clint replaced the bondage horse in its locked cabinet. Putting on their hoodies, sweatpants, and sneakers they return to their cabin. More fun on Mistress Natasha’s mind. Then again it was fun every now and then to have a boxing day and let Clint pretend to be a master.
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With a flick of a finger the radio turned on…