i have only served one Mistress, and as of now, am only interested in serving Her and others i am passed to by Her. However, She has turned me on to this site, requires my journal after each interaction and encourages my participation.
The stakes for this visit couldn't be higher. Mistress was very clear that Her out-of-the-country status did not mean a few weeks of holiday for me. Sure, She was away. But He was not. And He may need some special attention in Her absence. Of course, i had been near Him before. But never without Her present. And never with me having to be an initiator.
From across an ocean, She contacted me. She game me His cell phone and told me to text Him. Make myself available. With uncertainty and trepidation alive in my nerves, i made that text on a Friday morning. The phone buzzed in my hand almost immediately afterwards. It was Him. And He wanted to see me Monday morning. Crap.
The weekend was spent generally trying not to think about what Monday held. Although how bad could the prospects be? At worse, He would have me wash and gas His car. Hopefully the keys would be waiting just inside the front door and i could come and go without actually having to cross His path at all. Just a sneaky car genie that is not seen or heard. This is what i expected as i slowly creaked open the front door early Monday morning.
The house was still and dark; the heaviness of the night's air still palatable on my skin. Looking down at the floor, i saw nothing. No keys, no note, no directions of any kind. i could sense Him in the next room sleeping, but it seemed a stretch to assume any liberties. After one last look to be sure i missed nothing, i slid back out.
That was easy, indeed. Off the hook, just like that! The Mistress could be assured of my good attentions, but He didn't want me around after all. It seemed like a good deal. Just a quick text to Him to confirm that i was there, and off with my day.
The phone buzzed in my hand almost immediately again. He wanted me back. A communication line was simply crossed. Glancing in the rearview mirror, i turned the car around and returned to His realm. And it was worse that i thought. This wasn't about simply gassing up His car. The directions were to come into the house. And stay there. To clean the bathroom and kitchen. This meant that an encounter was unavoidable.
And it happened quickly. As i reentered the dark foyer, He came out of the bedroom. As a sign of respect, i lowered myself as He purposefully walked by me. He was completely naked, and in the corner of my eye i could see His flaccid dick flash past me; His nudity a symbol of His status this morning. He told me to wear whatever uniform i was usually given.
This, though, was a bit of a problem. She usually laid a uniform out for me in the foyer. Stockings, panties, other frillies. But the foyer this morning was empty. There was no uniform. And this gave me only one real choice: i was just going to have to be naked. Completely naked. i have long marveled how even the thinnest scrap of satin or nylon provides protection from feeling naked. Exposed perhaps, but not naked. Not completely vulnerable.
However, this morning, as i crawled to the bathroom to begin my chores, i was completely naked. And i felt it. He was sitting at His computer as i crawled by, ignoring me, but also naked. The thought crossed my mind how Him being naked seemed to underscore His superiority, while my nudity just made me feel small and submissive.
Safely in the relative privacy of the bathroom, i could breathe again. Although i barely had time to take stock of the moment. Even before i could look in the mirror and wonder what the hell i got myself into, i heard Him calling for me. Just one word, my name. And i knew what this meant.
Once i hit the carpet of the living room, i dropped to my knees. He was just ahead, pivoting in His computer chair, waiting for me. i obediently crawled over. Further direction was not needed. He held His cock in His hand; it was already hard. And there was a large dribble or pre-cum already glistening on its tip. i decided not to spend too much time contemplating that glisten and quickly rose to my knees and took His dick into my mouth.
i felt Him settle back in His chair and slightly raise His pelvis to expose more of what He wanted in my mouth. It's been a struggle, but my banana practice is starting to pay dividends. Inhaling deeply, i slip down until my nose was tickled by his blond pubic hairs. Then sucked in as i slid back up. Repeating this seemed to bring positive results, so i continued.
After some of this, He directed me to His balls. This was not a surprise, as He has not in the past been shy with His enjoyment of feeling my tongue there. This, of course, required me to lower myself even further before Him, taking me from on my knees to on my hands as well. Knowing that my mouth was not as full as when i am on His cock, He took the opportunity to ask me a few questions.
Most of His questions were really just statements that forced me to acknowledge what i was doing. Did i like sucking His cock? Did i remember that He had seen naked pictures of my wife? Did His balls taste good?
i answered each question with a hasty "yes, sir".
Soon He motioned for me to go back up on His shaft, but not before he got me to admit aloud that His dick was bigger than mine, and that He can use my mouth whenever He wanted. With that affirmed, i moved back up and took in His length again.
Before long, He reached down and held the back of my head while He stood up. Thus ensuring that i stayed connected. Then with a few pumps of His hips, He rammed in deeper as i tried to suppress a few gags. Although even the gags were not enough to stop what happened next, as He exhaled loudly and drained His balls deep into my mouth. So deep, i barely tasted anything.
Sitting back down, i sipped up the last few drops running down His shaft as He shooed me away back to the chores at hand.
The rest of the morning went according to the new form that was cast. Still feeling very naked (and still being very naked), i hurried along with the cleaning of the two rooms. A speedy job seemed best, since i guessed He wanted to get on with a day without me crawling around. And me...well, i had already endured the worse. But still, i didn't need to push any luck as far as that was concerned.
A low profile was my best hope, so i tried to stay quiet and unobtrusive. Not seen, not heard. Although i knew i could not just leave once the two floors were swept and spot mopped. Usually i would just crawl over to the Woman of the house and seek my discharge. But She was nowhere near to the scene. That meant one more unavoidable interaction with Him.
When i was sure i was good and ready, i crawled halfway across the room He was in and asked in a voice that i hoped did not sound as meek as it felt is i could be discharged. After a brief moment he granted me my leave, and i finally was able to find myself dressed again. It was a challenging morning, but one that i hoped would please my Mistress.
