At this time, I have to announce the sad news of the parting of the ways of Mistress Black Phoenix and myself. She is an amazing domme, so strong so beautiful so giving and so smart. I wish her all the best in her future pursuits. Any submissive should think themselves so very luck to have her consider them.

This special request (okay command) goes out to the beautiful, intelligent, incredible mistress Black Phoenix. Yes folks, it’s been too long and this pet’s imagination has run rampant. Translation, it has been a while that my mistress has had the time to make her pet squirm with anticipation as she set him a task to make his (and I hope your) toes curl. The task is to write an account of a “date” night, in vivid and unadulterated detail.

As an obedient servant I planned for the evening’s festivities starting the day before. My first task was to fast. Fasting has a number of reasons, protest, dieting, but my reason was a less common reason, the clearing of one’s bowels so as to be pristine for her pleasure. Fasting is more difficult than it sounds especially if one enjoys food! If possible, and upon the advice of mistress other pet I try to fast twenty four hours before her arrival.

The day of the grand event I shopped for groceries, a fresh pasta dish was planned with a simple salad to start followed by mushroom ravioli, and climaxed with a decadent coffee chocolate treat for dessert.  Two bottles of champagne were added to the cart.  Finally, some fresh flowers, something colorful.

Then it was time for the housework. It is important to show mistress how important she is, getting down on hands and knees to scrub the kitchen floor is also good practice for getting down on ones hands and knees in the service of one’s mistress. Details are important, so I cleaned the silverware twice, and scrubbed the bathtub (some may remember why – more to follow later).

With an hour to “go time” I got on the bed on all fours (yes, opportunity to practice another favorite position mistress enjoys her pets in), taking the one shot enema I pushed the fairly narrow spout between my cheeks. Over time one can do this without arousal, since taking a nice big dildo is far more arousing, but on this occasion my/her member became rigid (an effect of extended denial). It felt so good to feel the cold liquid squirt in, filling me to the brim. Like a good boy, I held it in for as long as I could until I had to retire to the bathroom.  Once there, after dealing with the enema I showered. I soaked for a long time, letting the hot water steam and envelop me. Then it was onto shaving. Once my chin was done I shaved my cock and balls, and in the words of doctor Evil “there really is nothing like a shorn scrotum.” I m used to shaving for her, but the application of the aftershave is still a little on the “ooooh” side, he he. Then the application of lotion and cologne, after all I am a pet not a Neanderthal.

Then it was on to the wardrobe.  A pet has a responsibility to be an extension of his mistress, polite, available and well presented.  First I slipped on a tight fitting black lycra thong, something that mistress could torture me through should she so choose. Alternatively, she could pull everything out, without me having to take them off. Then I slipped on a tight black T-shirt. I am not well sculpted but I am always eager to wear what pleases her. Black slacks completed the ensemble. No socks, no footwear, I was housebound for the evening and the night unless she said otherwise.

With ten minutes to go I lit the candles, the scent of lavender started to permeate the house. As the minutes ticked by I found myself staring out of the window. The minutes crept by and I stood at the door staring at the drive. The time of arrival came and went and I blinked, as usual mistress was on GMT, General Mistress Time. I was started as my phone rang. A text popped up, it read: “Leave the door open, wait inside the door on your knees, my cock out, and it had better be hard.” I complied immediately, the wood floor a little tough on my knees. I waited, and I waited and I waited. After about ten minutes I head a car pull into the drive. I held my breath and waited. Again the time ticked by. One, two, three minutes passed. Finally I felt the swish of the door opening as I kept my eyes to the floor. A shadow settled in front of me and our first contact of the day was a crop tapping gently on my shoulder. I heard her voice: “lean back pet, let me see you.” As I leaned back my member rose to the occasion. She smiled down at me then the member. Quickly the crop switched to tap, tap, tapping the head of the hard cock. I noticed the door still open and a bead of sweat formed on my brow. Mistress told me to stand, take her coat and close the door. I did as instructed, my cock out the whole time, since mistress had not told me to put it away.

 I handed mistress my collar and leash. She looked at it then looked at me. Telling me to remove my T-shirt she told me there was no way the collar was coming off me until after she left. Then she seductively slipped it around my neck, buckling it a little tighter than usual. She pulled me to the ground and I followed her to the living room on hands and knees. She came to an abrupt stop and since I was right there mistress told me to kiss her beautiful silk clad behind. I did as told; it’s such a great experience. Mistress let me stand then asked what I had planned. She considered the itinerary.  Mistress nodded her approval and I poured a glass of champagne, offering her a spicy treat also.

 I guided mistress to her seat and served the salad, smiling from ear to ear as I sat. We ate in silence, mistress playing with her toy, me. I was only allowed to bite when she bit, chew when she chewed and swallow when she swallowed. Once the salad was done I served the pasta. Mistress smiled as she had me stand beside her for the first few bites. With each bite I took an item of clothing off, until only the thong remained. Mistress told me to pull my cock out from its tight fitting home. Inspecting the hard throbbing member with a good look she reached into her back and brought out a small bag. Handing it to me she told me to open the package and put on the contents. It was a rubber cock ring. Like the obedient boy I am I pushed the hard rubber ring over my helmet, it was small and hurt going over the helmet, then it gripped my shaft. Instantly my hardness increased (I hardly thought that possible). Mistress inspected my work admonishing me, and telling me to slide it down further. I watched as she smiled at my jerking cock, as it reacted to the ring. Mistress looked at me, “that will keep you hard all night, good” she said. Finally I was allowed to eat and we enjoyed a rather vanilla conversation, work, the weather, current affairs. The scene to anyone of my neighbors would have been a contradiction. A hot African American woman dressed in a black leather corset, a black silk skirt and black thigh high boots, holding a leash attached to the collar or a white man wearing nothing  else but a black thong and a cock ring.

Then I was permitted to serve dessert. Mistress savored every bite but denied me my dessert; instead making me put it back in the fridge. I took my position beside her, kneeling this time as she occasionally petted me on the head. I knelt in silence as mistress savored her position and the meal. I followed as she stood and walked, I stood once she said I could, still being led around by the leash. We started to go upstairs when again she stopped. Again I spent another five minutes kissing her beautiful behind. When we finally reached the bedroom I was panting. Mistress told me to undress her and I took  immense pleasure peeling away each item, the whole time telling mistress of her beauty of her erotic desirability of her overpowering charisma. I was shaking with excitement when all that was left was an amazing lace black bra and panties, and of course her amazing boots. My jaw remained open as she eased off her panties; I was mesmerized but soon came back to the present when the crop came down on my throbbing cock. There we stood, mistress and pet, hot goddess and blubbering male. At that moment I would have done anything she said, and she did speak. She reached into her bag and pulled out a black silk gown. Mistress told me to slip it on her, and then she led me by the leash back down stairs.

Mistress stood in the middle of the living room and let the robe fall oven. The candle light gave the scene a surreal quality I was floored again. With just a look she sent me to her knees, between her legs. She held me off, and then let me in. Slowly I began to lick, the muskiness so rich, the juices so addictive. I gave firm long licks lingering at her clit, when she sighed her approval I zeroed in, making sure to take care to make every move count, so as not to disappoint. Then she stopped me and again led me up stairs. I knew what to do; mistress was aroused and wanted her strap-on. I had it in the bathroom washed and ready to go. I attached the straps to my mistress and stepped back, expecting her to signal me to the bed. Instead she had me spread against the wall, legs and arms. All went quiet as I felt a silk blindfold slid over my eyes. I stood as ordered and waited, and waited and waited. I sensed she had left the room, but did not turn around. She I did feel her again it was a shock to the system. The icy cold of an ice cube applied to my nipple, then my shoulder, then my behind then my cock and balls. When the cube was suitably melted mistress handed me the cube, instructing me to push it inside my rim. Again, without question I did as instructed. Then the process started again. Four cubes later it stopped and mistress guided me, turning me around and putting me on my knees. I felt the big black dildo bouncing in front of me and knew what to do, taking the head between my lips and sucking down on the thick 10” shaft long and hard. Again and again I went down on the rubber cock, it filled my mouth and blocked my throat but I did not waiver I did not stop, I sucked and sucked. I felt mistress start to push forward in time with my sucking, fucking my mouth.  Only when she said I was done did I stop.

Mistress stood me up and put me back facing the wall then. I waited again, and then felt the head of the dildo at my rim. The cold lubricant sent a shiver through me. Then I felt the thrust, up and in, all the way in first time. I was out of practice and gasped loudly, she gagged my mouth with something and my gasps were stifled from then on. Show pumps at first, all the way in then all the way out, pumping me again and again, fucking her little bitch. Mistress tweaked my nipples and slapped my behind to punctuate every stroke fucking me again and again until my legs started to give way. Mistress held me up by the leash, straining my neck. I gasped all the more and she fucked for a little while longer until she let me collapse to the floor. Mistress let me sit for just a minute then took off the gag and the blindfold. I stood and removed the strap-on, taking it to the bathroom to soak it immediately. Upon my return I found mistress lounging on the bed, her lovely legs still encased in the leather boots. As ordered I removed them, another delectable job. I was dispatched to get more champagne and upon my return instructed to finish what I had started in the living room. I went to task with gusto, licking and sucking kissing and eating, doing all I could to please her. I felt her body sway with the rhythm and felt my hard cock arching with the sexual scene. Then it came, climax! She came hard and I took as much as I could in my open mouth.

Mistress all but dragged me to the bathroom. Throughout the evening she had made sure to consume lots of liquids. I ways laid down in the bath and she straddled me. I looked up and the beautiful strong woman and then felt the first drop. I opened my mouth just in time to catch the waterfall erupt. She pour down on me and I captured as much as I could, gulping and gagging at the sheer volume. When mistress was satisfied I had taken as much as I could, she slowly moved down my body, not an inch of me going uncovered. Mistress beamed down at me then told me I could release right then, right there. I stroked and was about to come when she told me I couldn’t. I guess I must have had a look of panic on my face. She laughed gave permission. One half stroke later, thick white cum spurted onto my chest.

Mistress bid me to rise and we showered together. As the dutiful sub I scrubbed and washed her first before washing myself, then took great delight in toweling dry every inch of her soft warm body. Then we retired to bed. Even though it was soaked, I still had on the collar and leash. I was pulled in tight between mistress spooning and we fell asleep tight together. We did not stir until morning.

I awoke before mistress and waited patiently for her to awake. Let’s face it; I was in heaven, skin to skin with her, my cock still rock hard from the ring, the leash still in her hand. When mistress awoke, I asked her permission to leave the bed, returning with orange juice and wheat toast with jam. I tended to her as she enjoyed breakfast, and then cleared the breakfast things. Again, I attended mistress in the bathroom even standing beside her as she completed morning ablutions. Then helping mistress dress in clean, more vanilla clothes she had brought with her. I gave her a leaving present, the uneaten dessert and a thank you card.

Finally we stood at the door, her the picture of vanilla, me still wearing the collar and cock ring, all was right with the world as I watched her drive away.

  My mistress has been so very busy these days but like a good submissive i have waited for her call. I was lucky enough to recieve one such call last week. Imagine my delight as she texted me, telling me to come and see her.

 I awaited her pleasure at a designated spot, driving my car to the very spot she was waiting at. I held up traffic as I alighted my vehicle, rushing around to the passenger side to open the door for her, then offering my hand as support as she sat. Then we were off, my excitement apparent, her pleasure evident. As usual, she guided me with directions, "turn here,

stop there, " and so on until we reached the destination. It was a very nice restaurant but unfortunately closed. Then I saw my mistress face, her cheeky smile telling me she knew it did not open for another thirty minutes.

  Mistress told me to park the car away from prying eyes in the all but empty parking lot, then reclied her chair, she told me which station to tune the radio to then settled back to relax. Regally she extended her petite nad and like a dutiful boy I began to kiss each cnuckle, each nail, and every finger on her porcelin like hand, she told me to massage and in an instant my lips were replaced with my hands, gently kneading her soft smooth skin. Her pleasure was evident her soft sigh casing her ample bosom to rise and fall. I watched as her silky smooth legs intertwined, I was in heaven.

  After a while she offered me the other hand and the massage continued. Then she teased me mercilessly, she wondered aloud if there was a location close by for a more intimate encounter. My heart raced as she pondered the issue. Then she looked at the time and with a wicked smerk suggested that encounter be saved for another occasion. Mistress told me to tell her when the restaurant doors opened and relaxed in the chair. I dutifully did everything as instructed, massaging as I watched the restaurant intently until finally the open sign came on. I pulled up to the restaurant, opening her door and offering my hand once more. I walked behind her as she approached the door, only stepping in front to open it.

 Inside we were seated and she smiled at me knowingly, "are you hard pet?" I did not need to respond, my blush giving me away, and she laughed. She engaged me in conversation discussing the merits of dishes, we decided on out relative dishes and ordered. While we waited I expounding on my pleasure to see her, on her glowing beauty and on my submissive drive at that moment just across the table from her. She was happy with me and that is always important to a submissive. Food came and mistress suggested i try her food while i offered her mine. A very vanilla scene to the casual observer but the domme/sub dynamic always bubbling to the surface. When mistress was done eating she instructed me to move her plate, the plate being removed before her sentence was finished. Finally I paid and we left, again i followed her, again i opened the car door for her. We drove to her directions in silence, she stroked my neck as i drove. I stopped where told, again getting out to open the door for her. I waited until she was gone and out of signt before i drove off......a pleasant sundya with my mistress.

    Happy Easter everybody! It has been a little while since I posted so I figured why not, lol. Mistress has been busy elsewhere, and left me to my own imagination. A submissives imagination can be torture, lol. She did invite me to a vanilla event the other week. A facinating dynamic takes place. I am under her control in front of others, people who have no idea of our relationship. To a like minded observer the singns were there. I never walked in front of her, held every door, did not even touch her unless it was suggested. I was polite, quiet, but as entertaining as I possibly could be, and when I was dismissed, I left, not discussion, no argument, not even a backwards glance....this can be tough!

   Of course, she did easily grab my attention. Whilst a very interestling lady talked cose by, mistress told me she though the lady would make a good domme, and one day she might introduce her to the lifestyle. As everyone went about their vanilla movement, my mistress and I shared a conspiratorial look, and the electricty was palpable.

  Anyway, like a good sub, I am keeping my sub duties up to speed. It is so interesting going to the gym with a shaved cock, wondering if anyone will notice, then wondering, if they do, will they comprehend the reason. Oh, the secrets we hold can be fun.

It has been a while since I was assigned a task, but as I started writing this sentence I realized, I am always performing tasks for my mistress. The longest standing task has been abstinence, or chastity through obedience.  I think it is because that obedience comes so easy to me that I don’t even think about it, or even consider it a task, just another way of pleasing her.

Her, the one I obey, her, the one who fills my dreams, and my fantasies, her the one who can make me hard with a gesture, or wince with a look, my mistress. It was her I was thinking of when I texted my mistress yesterday. As I typed the words I grew erect: “may I stroke?”  The thought of her acknowledging me created a burning arousal within me. The answer came back in time, “NO.”

I went to be sexually frustrated, but obedient and full of fantasies. I dreamed of her soft dark skin, of her gorgeous curves and sensual lips and I grew harder and harder. By the time I fell asleep my cock hurt from being erect, my balls ached from churning so much, but I did sleep….eventually.

Today I sat at work, my arousal growing out of control. I felt my cock pressing against my dress pants, felt a wisp of pre-cum spreading across my boxers. I squirmed in my seat and found myself sending mistress various texts, texts of my arousal, texts of my mental state, I was like a slobbering dog, straining at the leash, eager to lap at my mistress heels, and again I found myself asking the question: “can I stroke.” I did not matter that I was at work, it did not matter that the only solution if she allowed me to come then was to disappear into a restroom stall and quietly as m=possible stroke my hard throbbing member, I just needed to release, but more than that, I need for my mistress to allow me to release.

Can you guess the answer dear reader? I think the sadists among you can. Again I was stuck with an erection and it was not going down. It was a little inconvenient whilst at work, surrounded by colleagues. I managed to cross my legs, managed to reduce it to a dull throb, but that longing was just below the surface. I knew if I thought of her just once my erection would be most apparent, so I sat and I waited. Then I re-read her text, it did not just say no, it said I should ask her again…..later. Can you  tell what happened next?

My cock flexed and jerked, it grew and grew, throbbed and arched until I squirmed in my chair, unable to concentrate on anything. I started to cock watch; I mean clock watch, the time ticking down. I figured as soon as I was out of the office I would text again. The minutes dragged by and my cock throbbed, the clock became slower and slower, time stood still, but my cock didn’t!

When I was time to leave, I did the best I could to stroll to my car, a sticky wetness in my pants, a hot stiffness against my leg. I started to drive. Unfortunately a recent law prevented me from texting her as I drove so I endured the pain. My cock was painful now, so hard it hurt, I was so aroused my foreskin had been pulled tight. As I walked into the house I texted: “can I stroke?” The answer was succinct: “stroke at 9pm.” I looked at the cock, I mean clock and sighed. I stripped naked looking at the member bouncing around like a pogo stick.

Like a good boy I did not stroke, but did apply a cloth doused in cold water. It gave me a rush and the cock eased off. I tried to pee, and managed to get most of it in the bowl. I got down on all fours to clean up the rest, imagining my mistress there enjoying the scene, me, naked on all fours on a hard tiled floor cleaning up. Again my cock hardened, 9pm could not come soon enough. I prepared dinner and remembered making dinner for mistress, her soft lips taking in the food, her delicate chewing, my cock rampant again! I washed the dishes and imagined mistress standing behind me, tapping me with her crop as I tended to my menial tasks, and my cock pulsed harder and harder.

                Finally I relaxed on the couch, wearing nothing but a robe, all the better to stroke once the time was nigh. I found myself clock watching again, one TV show blending into another, until finally my animal took over, I imagined mistress before me, I imagine kneeling at her feet, kissing each toe. Then I thought of my lips moving up her firm shapely calves. I imagined kissing them, then her thighs, oh her thighs. My cock was so hot now it could cut through butter. When I came to her torso I was sweating, dripping, I kissed each nipple then tasted her beautiful breasts, she held me against her so tight I could hardly breathe, my cock so hard now it might never go down.

I looked at the time, 9pm, my hand slipping over my shaft. It felt so good, it felt so fucking good. I stroked, gently at first. I closed my eyes, picturing her smiling down at me. I stroked harder, pulling the foreskin back and forth until it hurt, and then, and then………….I stopped. I caught my breath, savoring the moment, licking my lips. My hand grabbed my shaft, one final hard stroke and I came! As the juices flowed, I said her name aloud “Mistress Phoenix!” I trapped the cum by closing my foreskin, felt the pump, pump, pumping as the sticky white fluid pressed against my foreskin, trying to break free.

I was spent, collapsing in a heap on the couch, my fingers still gripping the end of my cock, holding the juice in. Until finally I had the energy to let go in the bathroom, where I cleaned myself up, and then wrote this.

 I would like to thank my mistress for her control of me, for letting me release in such an intense way, so as to give me such pleasure. She is truly beautiful, unbelievably erotic and incredibly addictive. I am grateful that my mistress allows me to cum on occasion, I love that she controls me and uses me, she is fantastic, and I look forward to continuing to serve her. It excites me to obey her, and thrills me to receive instruction from her, I ache for her to command me. THANK YOU MY MSTRESS.

Mistress alowed me to release last night, and in my aroused stated i had a hot fantasy that has become part three of the ongoing story, I hope it is enjoyed by all

PART 3

 As we left the restaurant I took my place, one step behind my mistress, on drawing level with her to hold open the door or respond to her. We moved across the parking lot and I felt myself drawn to her seductive sway. I opened her door and held her hand as she sat. Before I could close the door she stopped me, taking out a tube of bengay. At first I was startled, but then it dawned on me. I had told mistress of not only its healing powers, but its use in torture too (oh, what a mistake that might have been.  Mistress told me to slip out my hard member. When she had guided me to park, she had positioned us away from general traffic. I should have realized at the time her motives.

As my cock sprang out, she asked in a firm term who‘s the cock was and like a good boy I responded it was hers. She smiled and slapped it once. A jolt travelled up my member, up my spine and into my brain. There was no doubt it, and I belonged to her. Then she handed me the tube of cream and told me to smear it on the throbbing shaft. Mistress watched as I did so instantly, the cream cold at first but I knew that was about to change. Mistress told me to put the cock away and get into the driver’s seat. Again, she was driving by remote control, she told me how to drive and I did so.

As we drove the heat began to spread on my cock, it pulsed hotter and hotter. I squirmed in my seat, more and more uncomfortable as each minute ticked by. Mistress remained silent, occasionally tousling my hair as I drove, leaning in to whisper directions once in a while, and knowing her sultry voice in my ear would drive me wild.

I noticed we were not heading back to the hotel. No panic filled me, instead it was intrigue. I knew whatever mistress had planned was for her pleasure, for her amusement and that drove me to accept whatever fate lay ahead. I was stopped at a red light when she told me to take her cock out of my pants again. It was out in the blink of an eye, the cool evening air hitting the taught throbbing skin, mixing pleasure with pain, cool breeze with hot throb. The light turned green and we proceeded. Mistress told me to slow down as we approached another light, this time green, then she told me not to go through it. I coasted to a stop as it turned amber. Again we were at a red light. She leaned in and told me to stroke. I slid my fingers delicately up and down the shaft, slowly, up, then slowly down, again and again, the pleasure building quickly. Not the cock was experiencing so much, the pain of the bengay, the respite of the breeze and the pleasure from my hand.  I did not notice as the light turned green, instead I continued to stroke, and mistress did not tell me to stop. Again the light turned red and still we were there.

As the light turned green again mistress told me to drive, again she repeated the same commands at the next light and again I complied, oblivious to anything or anyone else, I had no idea if anyone was behind me I just obeyed. After staying at that light through two green signals we proceeded on. This time mistress led me this way and that, arousing me with erotic innuendo and sexual tales. Finally we came to a secluded spot along the road. She told me to get out and come around to her side of the car. I opened the door and she guided me to my knees without uttering a word. I knelt there, the hard road surface tough on my knees. Mistress swung her legs out until her fit straddled me. Then she lifted her loose skirt. As I have mentioned before, mistress is methodical and not frivolous with her actions. I suspected she had worn a loose fitting skirt, and now I knew why. She told me to get town and service her. I did so quickly I thought I might have whiplash,. Once beneath the silky skirt I felt so aroused, so hungry I could hardly contain myself. The warmth was inviting, the aroma intoxicating….and that first taste was so seductive I was lost between her gorgeous thighs for an eternity but happy to be there. I slipped my tongue to her clit first; mistress had taught me how to be of service. I gently flicked it back and forth, up and down, and then sucked on it like a baby with his first teat. Then slowly, languidly my tongue slid down between her blossoming lips, the taste filling my senses. Down my tongue went, down, down, down until it slipped off her succulent lips. I scooped up a dribble of juice there, then started my exciting journey back up between the lips sent from heaven. Up, up, up until her clit was between my lips once more. I blew gently on her clit until I felt her sexual shudder then pushed my tongue inside her, deeper and deeper, as deep as I could go. I sucked in the juices, swallowing more and more like a hungry baby bird feeding from its mother, then turning into a hungry aroused man, an animal desperate to please, desperate to drink, desperate to have his mistress explode over his face.

I licked and stroked, I sucked and blew, I kissed and chewed I was absorbed, intense, so into my task I could not have stopped for anything. I felt the first rumblings of the explosion, then mistress thighs clamped tight against my cheeks, I heard her moans, like muffled music to my ears, and then, then, then she came. As she came she told me to take it all in my mouth. I poured out of her, like a waterfall of honey. I lapped, the gargled then swallowed as much as I could.

 Once she was done I stopped and waited. Mistress left me sitting there between her legs, beneath her skirt for some time. How long, I have no idea, but boy what a way to spend time. Mistress told me to get back in the car and drive her as quickly but safely to the hotel as I could. She had more plans for the evening and time was a wasting.

A change in direction here. My mistress will is my mission, so.........

  I am my mistress devoted slave. I am always eager to serve her. I think about her constantly, not just sexually but in every way. I love being in her presence, it energises me. She does not just control me with sex, although as you may be able to tell from my journal, i am sexually besotted. We have done the most innocent things together, from shopping to lunch, from disscussions on politics to humorous sparring, but when it comes down to it, i just want her to aknowledge me. The worst punishment she can ever give me is when she ignores me, it stings so bad, more than any strike with her crop.

 Among the things I have gladly done for her pleasure are cook for her, paint her nails, hold her coat, and escort her out. I am a loyal, eager, obedient puppy, who will do just about anything she tells me to do.

My mistress beauty is amazing, her smile lights up a room, her presence causes all in that room to pay attention. She has the most erotic mouth, the most awe inspiring deep eyes, her dainty hands are like an ebony sculpture, as is the rest of her amazing body, her legs are as firm as ballerinas, her beautiful behind hypnotises me every time I have the pleasure of looking at it (and dont get me started about kissing it!mmmmm). Then her breast, oh my! her beautiful breasts. They are so warm, so soft so round so, so, so damned sexy.

I have had the pleasure of sucking on her pert nipples (per mistress direction of course) and it is addictive, I crave it, as I crave all and any proximity to her beautiful body. My mistress is a beautiful, talented and domineering godess that I am luck to know and serve. Her voice enthralls me, her look seduces me and her touch reduces me to an animal with no will of my own.

Okay folks, so I am writing this part of the story under duress. Admittedly, I love the duress, who wouldn’t do what a beautiful sexy African American domme tells them what to do?

  PART 2

 We headed out of the room; I followed my mistress a step behind. As we waited for the elevator she teased me just a little. She stroked my erection beneath my tight jeans, tweaking my nipple through my shirt, leaning in close enough to intoxicate me with her subtle scent. As the elevator door opened she pushed me inside with enough force that I found myself up against the far wall (I have no idea if she cared if anyone was in there). I head the door close and felt her body pressed hard against mine. Like a cop she spread my legs and frisked me, whispering in my ear, “good boy.

By the time the door opened in the lobby I was a mess, mumbling a little and totally disoriented. I followed her to my car, of course holding each door we came to open for her also. Once I had her settled in the passenger seat I entered the car myself. Before I could put the key in the ignition she leaned over and told me to slip my cock out. I was startled, we were right there in the hotel parking lot, but obediently I complied. Then she told me to drive, and again I did as I was told.

We arrived at a nice little restaurant. We did not alight at first, instead she told me to stroke just a little as she watched my face. Then my cock was put away and we were heading inside, more fun was about to ensue I figured……I figured right. The first thing she did was tease me across the table, whenever we were alone she tortured me with explicit and seductive prose; she worked me up into a lather until I could not see straight from the pain emanating from my groin. Then she sent me to the rest room, ensuring I took my phone. Mistress called me as I entered and told me to send her a picture of my/her cock. Like a good little puppy I was eager to please, and soon after another text came through. Obediently I returned to the table, watching as she viewed my picture in front of our waiter. I was reduced to silence, our food arriving. I ate when she told me to, I sipped my wine when she told me to, I kept quiet when she told me to, I was a toy for her dining pleasure.

Mistress stood up after ordering dessert, I watched her sexy form slink away from me, her hips hypnotic, her legs going on forever, and then I sat in silence. I was startled by my phone, a text from her. I was to join her in the rest room. I wasted no time, as I entered the room; I latched the door as instructed. She stood at the far end of the room, leaning against the wall casually. She told me to get on my hands and knees and crawl to her. The tiled floor was cold, but seemed clean. Who was I kidding; I would have crawled to her on any surface she desired. As I got to her, she hiked up her silk skirt, a vision of erotic beauty meeting my eyes, her soft thighs framing her already glistening and undressed temple. I did not need to be told, I leaned in and started to lick. It was heaven, her nectar so sweet. She pumped herself towards me, harder and harder, faster and faster, the skirt, draping over my head, her hands holding me against her. I lapped and licked; sucked and slurped until my vision got blurry from the juices…….and then she stopped me. She sent me back to the table.

We finished dinner with a decadent dessert, a chocolate mousse, with a coffee cream topping. We paid and departed, our next venue only mistress knew………

Mistress noted I had not been writing. We did have dinner the other night, it was very vanilla with undertones of our obvious real relationship, but not something I will write more about. So, per her direction, I wrote the following fantasy for her, and your pleasure:

This is a fantasy, it is only a fantasy….I do hope it comes true though ;-)….

PART ONE

My first task was to find the place, a two hour journey to a hotel I had never visited. My mistress knew my flaws and yes, I am directionally challenged.  The GPS quietly did its job, like an electronic mistress guiding me this way and that, never wavering, always on task until the welcome sign came into sight.

Like the excited puppy dog I become when interacting with mistress I strung from the car, retrieving my bags as fast as I could. I all but tripped over my feet as I headed for the reception desk. Mistress had given me instructions (she knows how I savor instructions) when approaching the desk. I asked if a key had been left for me, gave the name and waited. I was handed the key….and a sealed note. My excitement was obvious to anyone who happened to look at the bulge protruding from my jeans.

I sat at a chair in the lobby, my fingers fumbling to tear open the letter, air gulped down as I tried to focus. The note was simple and to the point, it read

  Pet

  You will go out and get these items, Champagne, cheese and crackers, and chocolates. When I arrive at 6:20 pm you will have a hot bath waiting for me, and the water had better be hot!

                                                                                        Your Mistress

I went up to the room, entering with deference even though I knew she was not there. The room smelled of her heady lotion, the warmth invigorating me. I set my bag down by hers,   contemplating a sneak peek, but knowing better.  I checked on the bath, yes it was still there! Lol, then headed out to the store. Like a good submissive I had researched the area before heading up and knew there was a selection of stores not too far away.

I quickly gathered the items in question, adding bath salts and candles to the haul. I checked out with a skip in my step and all but jogged back to the car.  With my shopping done I checked my watch….for the twentieth time, and then headed back.  

When I entered the room this time I was more at ease. I set up the candles and the bath salts in the bathroom, laid out the food on the table and read my book for a while: “The courage to submit,” by Wallace Vernor. He is a submissive of a friend of my mistress, and the book made interesting reading.

The time ticked by, minutes turning to hours, hours dragging on, until finally six o’clock arrived. I ran the bath, making sure the water was hot. Ten past six came and went, six fifteen slipped by, and then it was six twenty. Nothing! I was pensive, I started to pace, I looked out of the window every ten seconds. I considered calling her but rejecting the idea. Then I heard it, muffled footfalls in the hallway. I held my breath, and the footfalls passed! I was nervous now. Mistress tortures me like this all the time, makes me wait for her. It is sweet torture since, at the end of it, she does arrive.

I heard the key in the lock, to be honest, that wasn’t hard, I had been standing at the door for the past five minutes! She entered, smiling. She handed me her book bag and I placed it gently on the side. She waited for me to help her remove her big winter coat and watched me as I hung it in the closet. Mistress looked me up and down, slowly, intensely, telling me to turn around slowly. The she said with a flick of her wrist: “get naked now, and then get me a drink!”

I was on the task before the sentence finished, clothes piled on a chair, a cold glass of bubbling nectar poured and in a fluted glass I had brought with me. As I handed her the glass she held out her dainty hand. I kissed every finger, every knuckle, and every polished nail. She told me to kneel then walked in close to me, her hand on my head, pulling me into her. 

 She left me kneeling there as she walked around the room; she asked if I had enjoyed looking through her items while she had been gone and I assured her I had not, she looked through my items as casual as a shopper browsing goods. She went to the bed and retrieved her riding crop from beneath her pillow. Smiling she came up on me the crop, tap, tap, taping her thigh.  She began to lightly tap my erect cock with the crop, gently at first but a little more firmly each time until she caught me wince.

She told me to lead her to the bathroom on my hands and knees, she tap, tap, tapped my ass with the crop as she stayed close behind me. As I opened the door, we were greeted with the vision of a candle lit room, a little smoky from the steam. It smelled of lavender, the bath salts scented. I was ordered to undress my mistress (oh the things us poor slaves have to do! Lol) Each item of clothing removed getting me more and more energized.

 Soon my mistress stood before me naked, a vision of beauty a gorgeous ebony goddess pulsing with life.  I helped her ease into the bubbly water, refilling her drink as she settled.   I started to bathe her, following each and every direction she gave me as soon as she gave it to me. At this point I was dismissed, retiring to the main room to continue reading. I was only called back when mistress was ready to exit the bath. She stood there regally as I patted every drop of water from her glowing skin, stroked every dribble of liquid from her soft warm body, until she was bone dry.

We then prepared for dinner, I helped her dress first, such sexy black lace lingerie beneath,  a wonderful ruffled skirt, a stunning silk blouse and her gorgeous leather boots. I dressed in my slave outfit (the public one that is), black T-shirt, black jeans, and black shoes and of course, black boxers and sock on beneath. We then headed out to dinner.

IF MISTRESS LIKE THIS, I WILL WRITE MORE

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL! I hope everyone got what they wanted from santa.

It has been a while and I apologise for my absence. I exist as a slave in the world of my mistress, so when she is busy, I am dormant. Well mostly dormant, other than, pushing a plug in my ass, begging her to stroke and cum and practicing with that big black rubber dildo of course.

 Last weekend there was an event. Mistress had been working hard and was in the mood to play hard. I was told we would attend Dark Nirvana, so like a good boy I got my ass down there as quickly as I could. The weather was lousy, but like the postmen, a slaves credo is, "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night will stop us." I looked it up, and aparently thats not really their credo, but it still should be a slaves, since we are always bound and determined to comply and therefore please our mistress.

 I waited, shivering for her to arrival, I watched as shivering people dressed in rubbler, leather, and all kinds of wonderful attire paraded past me into the warmth of the event. Mistress arrived and I was taken aback. We had shopped together for her ensemble weeks earlier, but it had been so long I only had a vague inkling of what feast my eyes would be treated to as she alighted the car. Her black leather thigh high boots hugged her warm brown legs like a slave at her feet, her deep red corset, clinging to her shapely torso like a needy lover, and her skirt! It was silky with horizontal pleats, and accented her beautiful behind spectacularly.

  I had to take her arm as we traversed the ice covered parking lot (oh, how she makes me work! hehe). We entered and the party was in full swing, on one side a selection of hitting impliments for sale, on the other the bar. We headed for the bar. Mistress was in a party mood and we drank and walked. Mistress met one of her friends and we sat and chatted. One of the best places to people watch is an event, the colors, the textures, the skin revealed, the implements on display can lead to sensory overload. Fortunately I am an old had, haveing been to a few events, lol and I just soaked it all up.

From a distance I watched a friend of mine get her birthday beating. She does like pain, and on other occasions I have see blood dripping from her battered behind. Then my mistress' friend showed us some of her new toys. She put suction cups on her subs nipples and pumped. The almost symbiotic relationship was fasinating to observe, as he winced with the pain, she smiled more and more, extolling the virtues of her new found torture device. She is also a rope expert and had the sub trussed up beautifully too.

 A mistress of 17 years aproached us making polite conversation, she invited us over to see her  collection of implement. They were contained in two steel, 4' tall casses. She had them made by a sub, so that when open, satanding up everything hung beautifully. We were all interested in the contents, the materials were varied. She told us that she had a steel dildo at home and showed us a bat made of the same cold hard material, she showed us a little cat o ninetails, but instead of leather tails, it had recycled electrical cord ( lifestylers recycle too), then a little whip with neoprene tails. The colletion was emense, and when we left to go sit down mistress had a warm glow and a huge smile. I am sure in part it was the alcohol, but seeing those implements did give her some satisfaction.

 Before I could sit down, mistress told me to kiss her ass. Who am i to argue? and it is such a pleasure, more so kissing her lovely ass in that silky pleated skirt, mmm, so soft, so warm, so nice. I lost track of how long I kissed it before I once again sat down.

  Time was moving on and mistress told me we were going to an after hours club in detroit. I was a little nervous. Being an out of towner (even though I have lived here for many years) and even though the weather was lousy, and even though it was past my bedtime, hehe, I complied of course. We said our goodbyes at the event and I followed her. We parked opposite a hotel, and walked down the side of the building, we came to a nondescript steel door and entered. graffitti covered the wall and we assended the stairs. Then I heard the music and comotion. We were greeted inside the second door by some smiling faces who checked our pockets and patted us down.

  Then another drink and she showed me around. Where the event had been full of colorful people, this place was populated by a plethora of wild and wonderful people in all kinds of attire, very alternative. As we walked we passed a bed in the middle of the floor, empty at the time, then we hit the dance floor, a crowded, pumping, mass of people. I am not a dancer but my mistress totally is, she was amazing with her sublte moves and seductive eyes, she was soo hot. A young girl came up to her and asked her to dance. I watched as they danced, totally enthalled, totally hard! Then my mistress danced alone, just letting loose, letting the music carry her. She came back to me and sipped her drink, she told me to get down and kiss her ass again. The first time i had done so outside of an event. I did as instructed and as before she kept me down there a while. Noone bothered us while i did this, although i wonder how many people watched. Then she was off to dance again.

  There are tests a sub endures for his mistress and that night was one of them. A sub can be told to watch as her mistress enjoy others. On this occasion it was by accident. Her bull happened to be there and I watched as he aproached then danced with her. I watched as he slid across her hot body, held her sexy waist as they became one on the dance floor. I was uncomfortable i was unhappy but i sat and waited. When she returned she told me about him and then danced with me again, so erotically I could not control myself, and then it was over, time to go home!.....but another exciting night was had by both of us.

   I do not mention this subject much any more. To be honest it hase become superfluous. The subject is....wait for it....drum roll please.....masturbation/self gratification...tadaaaa!. As you may know, mistress keeps me under tight sexual control (without the aid of a cage).  As with all training, over time, the training becomes second nature. For me, it has broken me of a naughty stroking habit (i had a three times a day habit). This particular control by mistress is just an aspect of our relationship, almost not worth mentioning anymore, since it is usually the last thing to happen in any physical interation between myself and my mistress.
  It is interesting to note, that since I seem not to have the urge to cum during my one-on-one time with her, instead eager to fullfill all her needs, that I am coming less and less on those occasions. Instead, whether through long periods of seperation (like a day!) or the end result of erotic fantasies of mistress, I ask permission at those times my arousal gets my mind thinking about stroking.
   Such an event happened yesterday. I had not cum since the trip to the park about two weeks ago. I woke from my slumber very erect, thinking about mistress and another domme she had intimate would join us soon. Of course, at the time she mentioned it I was between her legs sucking the big black rubber cock, so my arousal at the thought was for a number of reasons. However, the thought coarsed through my brain like a train out of control, driving me to think of stroking. Although, i did not even come close to doing so.  That is the effect of training, but it is a stronger feeling that truly stops me, that ned not to dissapointing mistress. I want to do what she wants me to, want to be controlled, and showing myself that she can control me is a sign that i can be controlled by her totally.
   I texted her and waited a response. I waited through a coffee, waited through the news and then my phone puzzed. It was mistress and she told me i could stroke and cum after 8pm that evening. I was excited and I waited. I thought about it periodically all day, and i waited, i texted her about other matters throughout the day and i waited, and then at 8:03 I stroked. I waited until past 8pm for one reason. I knew i would cum quickly and did not want to accidentally troke and cum before 8pm. I had done that once and dissapointed mistress, i never want to dissapoint her. It was intense, my cock hardening, it was electric and my cock hurt from the rubbing, i stroked, pulling my foreskin back as mistress likes to do, I fantasized about mistress, mistress in the red corset, mistress in the gold corset, mistress with her lovely legs on the dash of my car, mistress over me in the shower....you get the idea, i was consumed.  I tried to fight the climax, eeking out more and more pleasure from the moment, my cock hurting, my chest pounding until finally I could hold it no longer, coming hard and saying her name as i did. I was spent.
   I am not sure when the next time will be, it really doesnt bother me much. I doi know i will see mistress Tuesday and that is far more important.

    Sooooo, today was my mistress' birthday, and what a birthday she had, even if I do say so myself, lol. We had planned on going to a store to buy her present, but circumstances allowed us the opportunity to have complete privacy for the day at my place, and privacy was essential so the shopping trip would have to wait.
   I arose at 6am,yes excite, but not erect. I showered and shaved, upstairs and down, lol. I popped to the store. I had done most of the shopping the day before, so it was only last minute items i needed at seven in the morning, at an empty Meijer store. Flowers, candles and one or two little items. I got home and had a text from her, telling me she would leave soon. I was panicked, nothing was done, I had to get ready! I stripped and applied the enema, rolling on the ground like a guy set on fire trying to put the flames out (helping the enema work). I lasted as long as I could until the fluid just had to come out. Next came the big black plug. Yes, it still feels big (and is still black lol). It felt uncomfortable and I had to remove it. I was rushing; more enema fluid (and other stuff) came flowing out. I had to slow down. I put the plug in again and relaxed. Then a text from mistress, she was on her way, more panic! I started clenching my butt cheeks, the plug feeling big inside me. Sweating, I removed the plug and cleaned it off. I looked at the 10" dildo sitting there on the side, so innocent, so dormant....sooo big! I washed it, lubed it and pushed it in, ouch! I fucked myself with it for a while then removed it. I still had work to do. I cleaned the cock, reapplied lube and shoved it home, all the way in. I felt pretty good, I could take 10". Later I would not feel so cocky (excuse the pun).
   I texted mistress, always one to be proactive, asking her how she wanted to be greeted. Her response was that I should be naked other than my collar and leash. Living in a conservative neighborhood, I closed the blinds, retired to the bedroom and stripped again. I retrieved the collar and leash, buckling it tight about my tender throat, and walked down stairs ready for her (ever notice how your balls bounce when walking up and down stairs naked?...mmm, nice). I sat waiting on the couch, sitting on a robe but naked awaiting her arrival. I must have gotten up about fifteen times whilst waiting, to pee, to check the gifts, to check the wine, to check the lunch ingredients, to pee, to check the bathroom, to check the bedroom, to pee (yes, I was peeing alot, once my cock is  hard, there  no chance of peeing lol).
   I heard a car pull in and sidled up to my glass front door. A neighbor was taking his trash out two doors down on the other side of the road. I took a chance and let mistress see me standing naked in my doorway. She entered, her illuminating smile and come hither eyes lighting up the room. We said our hellos as she inspected me. She grabbed my manhood tightly and squeezed, I absolutely knew who was in charge. We sat in the kitchen for a few minutes, talking, laughing, and catching up. She took my leash and lead me up the stairs, she told me to ready the strapon, no chitchat, no small talk, just action, raw, hot action. Like a good boy I complied, slipping the dildo into the harness. Then attaching the harness to mistress. Mmmm, her skin was so soft, so warm; it felt good beneath my fingers. I had trouble hooking the buckle but couldn’t tell you if it was because i was enjoying touching her, was nervous about the strapon or just clumsy lol. So there she stood, 10'' of rubber hanging between her lovely legs. She sank me to my knees and told me to suck, and suck I did for what felt like ten minutes, in and out, in and out in and out, deeper and deeper. She would guide me sometimes and talk to me constantly. I was her slut, I was her toy i was her pussy. I gagged a few times. I had learned to take the girth and went as deep as i could, but the flavor or rubber cock leaves something to be desired (dildo manufacturers please take note).
   I was directed onto the bed, on all fours. Mistress enjoyed the view for a minute as she lubed the cock, then my rim. Again she talked, I was her good pussy i was her little trick i was a good birthday present. So earlier I mentioned how well I was doing with the dlido practicing, well!!! OUCH!, it fucking hurt going in. It’s that first punch of the cock head spreading the rim, then ahh......then ouch again as she bottomed the cock out, 10" inside me, bashing my prostate. Fuck it was intense. She was happy though and told me so as she started to fuck. My face was buried in the pillows my hands gripped the bed rails like a G.I. Joe with a Kung Fu grip and I yelped. Mistress enjoyed my discomfort and fucked me faster. Finally she withdrew. I gasped, i sighed, i caught my breath. Then she plunged in again, OUCH! her softly spoken words ringing in my ears, I was hers i was a good fuck, she would share me with others when I was ready. I was shaking now, my yelps in  time with her thrusts, all the way in, deep inside me. I was clenching the headboard, i was taking whatever she wanted to give me, and my cock was sooo hard it hurt! She withdrew and I managed a breath, she stroked my back and hair and told me how good i was. Then she fucked me again. I lost count of how many times she fucked me but it was about twenty minutes. All I know was, when I turned over, she was smiling as she was removing the strapon. I am not sure what pleased me most her smile of her removing the strapon (okay, it was the smile...by a hair).
   Next it was massage time, and I had bought some aromatic oils just for the occasion. Mistress lay face down as I kneaded her soft, warm cocoa skin, her back, her arms, her legs, her back, her neck, her arms, her...you get the idea lol. I did not stop until she told me to and another twently minutes passed. I am an eager boy and slid my hands over her beautiful behind, soo hot, so sexy, I massaged her neck a little too, and could have gone on four hours, but it was time for lunch. She was getting mellow, who wouldn’t after a good fuck and a hard massage. I went to start lunch, after refilling her wine glass. I boiled the water and put together cheese tortellini and spaghetti sauce. I kept running up and down the stairs to tend to mistress then tend to lunch, mmm, my cock was bouncing like a Macys float on Thanksgiving. Finally lunch was ready and I escorted mistress to her chair. I served her then waited until she was comfortable, only then sitting and serving myself. We enjoyed a pleasant luch, talking about music, politics, lie and such, a very civilised scene, other than the fact I was still naked with a collar and leash on me.
   Next I served dessert, a decadent chocolate espresso dessert mistress loved,  I was batting a 1000, and more was to come. Mistress finished off the wine and as she looked at me with those sultry, seductive eyes she told me why she was drinking so much, she was going to drench me at the end of our day together. My cock was hard again, throbbing, aching, it hurt!
   Mistress opened her gifts whilst I massaged her neck, flowers, chocolates, and a nice new black leather paddle to slap her boys with. Of course, she had to try it on me, and it hurt!, thwack, thwack, thwack, times she hit my ass. Mistress was very pleased and kept on drinking, as each drop touched her lips, I imagined where it would be very soon. Finally mistress took the leash and lead me to the bathroom. She set me in the bath and straddled me. She stood over me looking, down, a very powerful pose, dominating, regal, fucking hot! Mistress tod me to describe her pussy, and I did, a gateway to heaven, so sexy, so trimmed, so lickable. She liked what she was hearing and squatted over my mouth telling me to lick. Like a good boy i did, and it was heaven. So suculent, already wet and mm rich. I concentrated on her clit as she likes and suddenly she stood up, bidding me follow her. I ran afrer her, fining her lounged on the bed. Instantly I fell onto the bed between her legs and started to lick and suck and kiss, mmm, sooo good , soo tasty, so erotic, mm, my chin was covered in juice I was gargling it. Mistress guided me a little and suddenly she was very happy, I went in for the kill, giving her an orgasm but not stopping, another orgasm and she closed her strong thighs about my head like a vice, I could barely breath, now I had two chances to expire, either from drowning on juices or lack of oxygen, but boy I just didnt mind. Mistress loosened her grip and i sucked and licked and bit harder. Mistress had told me she liked her clit nibbled, and she did. she came again, shaking this time, and again I continued, deeper, faster, longer again and again, she was writhing and I was loving it, she was happy and i was giving it. Finally I stopped and she smiled at me, telling me to return to the bath  tub. I had licked for half an hour, mmmmm.
   Mistress straddled me and told me I would not be able to take it all, but she wanted me to swallow as much as I could., I am a good submissive and I was going to do the best i could. Her pussy was at my nose and I fought the urge to lick. Then the flow started, a little at first, then more then, then, then the flood gates opened and i was drowning, i gulped, swallowing as much as i could, gargling her golden shower, more and more and more, until she pulled away. I watched as a waterfall of gold cascaded down from her onto my chest, and continued to cascade for some minutes. After it stopped she smiled at me and said we would continue with shower training another time, but for now I had done well. Every sub likes to be told he has done well by his mistress. I was told to wash off, and met mistress fully clothed downstairs (I was still naked, five hours in total that day). She picked up her gifts, we said our goodbyes and I watched her leave, then cleaned up. Every mess reminding me of one of the intense events of the day, the strapon, the massage, the lunch, and the shower too. I think I took another step with mistress today, but you decide.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR MISTRESS......HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.

  I would like to take the opportunity to thank those wonderful people, who have let me know how I am doing with this journal. It is a passion with me and it’s great to be appreciated. If anyone wants to ask me anything, I am here to serve (with my mistress permission of course).
  The start of a looong weekend. Mistress is away, and when she returns we are spending the day together. I am going to have to train like crazy between now and then to get my rim nice n pliable. I will: fast, plug, dildo, fast, plug, dildo, fast, enema, plug dildo, fast, enema, plug ........MISTRESS!!!, wahoo hehe.
  Per her instructions I have researched golden showers (I wonder why?...lol). It’s fun to do the research. You do upon occasion learn some things. Everyone knows golden showers are taboo, but I didn’t know that a woman peeing on a man’s cock can bring him to climax. I have no verification of this fact, just one article, but I hope mistress will indulge a little experimentation. Also known as urolagnia, golden showers are basically safe, although the person peeing should avoid taking medication beforehand since it can be transferred in the pee. Sweetness can be added to the pee, by the person giving the shower drinking soda beforehand. I am sure mistress knows all this, and with my small experiences of the act, I know enough to be dangerous, lol, but for anyone thinking about it, I hope the information comes in handy.
 Other events line up for my day with mistress will include, public play (probably mild), of course strap-on, massage, and any other service mistress might demand of me. I do plan on making her lunch. It will be interesting to see if she adds a kink to the proceeding, I am already wincing at the thought of bubbling spaghetti sauce close to bare skin, lol. I am sure mistress will throw a few curve balls in there to, as you may have deduce from the journal, she loves to keep me on my toes.....roll on Tuesday.
 

  I may have mentioned how excited I have been getting about the upcoming one-on-one. It is still over a week to go, but mistress mentioned it in her journal over the weekend and reading it had me reeling. I cannot wait. That said, I was really looking forward to seeing mistress this weekend for another event. A shibari event was scheduled at a venue downriver, one where mistress and I frequent every other weekend, so I was hopeful, excited, eager to see her there. Then, mistress did what she does so well (well, one of the things she does so well, hehe), she decided not to go, and in doing so, totally suprising me. I was devestated, I was forlorn, I was horny as hell! (since she has not let me cum in soooo long). To make matters worse, she told me on the Thursday, so close to saturdays even I could reach out and touch the exquisite shibari clad boys and girls.
  Like a good slave, I took it in my stride, and did not whine, well I hardly whined. Then on Friday night  mistress, with her wicked way of toying with me asked if I was alone on Saturday afternoon. I was lost for words (no mean feat, just ask mistress), I was perplexed. I told mistress I would make time for her. She had a party in the afternoon but wanted to see me after. She suggested the place where we had first met, and I eagerly counted the hours, minutes and seconds down. Just as I was about to leave for the lunch, she texted me, she couldnt make it!!....until later, ahhhh. I sat patiently, then left for the restaurant, checking my phone for texts every five minutes.
  I arrived and sat at a booth, the sides high enough to conseal us from 90% of the other patrons (just in case mistress wanted me to do anything special).  I sat and I waited, I drank a beer and I waited, I read the menue and I waited. Patiently I waited. Like a good boy, I did not text her, I just endured. Now I say endured, I only waited about half an hour, but for a slave eager to see his mistress, that can really seem like a very, very long time. Then I saw her at the door, glowing, gorgeous, hot! She wore a flowing skirt, and a form hugging black cotton top, the v in its neck revealing enough silky smooth, coffee flesh to make me gulp.
  I stood as she approached, letting her pick where she wanted to sit, I sat once she was comfortable and immediately engaged in polite conversation (to the casual observer). I asked how she was, I showed concern over her well being, I doted on every syllable to escape her beautifully shaped mouth and her oh so kissable lips. A waitress asked if she wanted a drink and she ordered a champagne. I sat i silence (not easy for me to do) and watched as the glass rose to her lips, held in her dainty hand, how her soft cheecks bulged just a little as she took in the sweet nectar, how  the muscles in her ebony smooth neck flexed as she swallowed, and how her eyes burned into me as she realised I was watching her.
  We ordered food and the conversation started up again, this time a little more intimate. She asked how my/her cock was, suggested it might look good caged, she speculated on our impending meeting on the 16th, giving clues to her proclivities come that day. I was aware, if she deemed it so, that I would sucumb to her gloden shower, she told me how she would fuck my ass/pussy for an extended period of time, and I would service her in any other way she saw fit. The food came and she leaned over asking  quietly but firmly how my/her cock was at that moment, and the same time sliding her hand up and down it again and again. She was pleased at the answer, and I did not have to open my mouth.
  We ate and chatted. We discussed the parties we had attended, we talked about upcoming evens, public and private, I amsed mistress with jokes and funny stories, it was a very relaxed lunch. Then towards the end mistress suggested we go for a drive after. I must admit, I am suprised I did not get indegestion from eating my food so faster after her comment. I also left a beer half finished once mistress was done eating, oh my excitement was getting the better of me. I paid and we left. Like a good boy i was at her sholder, a step behind her. I opened the door of the car and held her hand as she entered. Then i all but ran to the drivers side and got comfortable.
  I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, she exudes confidence, she was so relaxed, her seat already a little reclined, already the car filling with her intoxication body lotion. I sat awaiting orders and she spoke, telling me where to go, when to turn when to change lanes, everything. I was her controlled driver. I went where ver she told me to. She stroked my hair and body as we drove, her nands soo soft, her touches so electric. At one traffic light she checked my/her shock, it was bursting to get out, but she said nothing, just gave me more directions.
  We eventually arrived at a public park, of course with the turning weather, it was deserted. We parked and i tried to control my breathing. She reclined the seat and took my hand, guiding it between her supple thighs. She slid my hand beneath her cotton panties and started to stroke herself using my hand. When she was relaxed enough she let go of my hand, telling me to continue and not to stop until she said so, no matter how tired i became. I was not going to stop, no matter what and i watched with glee as she moved so erotically there in the seat I found it impossible to take my eyes off her. She corrected me a few times but hen, came. She did not tell me to stop so I carried on, again she came and i continued. She3 told me to stop and looked at me then my cock, encased so tightly in my jeans. She told me to get out of the car and come around to her side. I opened the door and she told me to take it out. The temeprature was about 45 degrees, and after its failure to stay hard  at the party in cold temperature a few weeks earlier i was a little worried about dissapoining her. I was so horny though, due to denial and her eroticism, that it was rock hard. I stroked, pulling the foreskin back harder and harder with each stroke, my hips pushing back and forth in rythem, pumping, pumping, pumping until i could hold it no longer. I came hard, but tried to stop it spraying the inside of the car door (I once squirted over my shoulder when stroking once for mistress). Mistress did not tell me to stop, so i continued pumping, my cock soo sensitive it felt like a thousand pins were pricking it. Then mistress told me I could put it away.
  We drove back to her car making small talk, talking about everything, her hand still on me, her words still guding me. When we got to her car, I opened my car door for her, opened her car door for her and we said our goodbyes....now that is the way to have lunch!

 I have not taked about training for a while, i did not want to bore anyone. Today I was at home, hopeful of a visit fropm mistress. Alass, it was not to be. So, instead of wasting my fasting all day, the application of an enema and some pre fuck plug insertion, I decided to take a couple of pictures (I added them to my profile). Please excuse the poor quality, it is very difficult to, reach around with one hand, and push a dildo in, then use my phone to take a picture of the operation with the other, i will try harder next time. The didlo in my ass is 10", and I do push it in to the balls when practicing.

   I was spolied this past week, I was in mistress' presence on two consecutive days, like a foolish puppy dog of course I wanted more, but my mistress controls me and two days was it. The second day, Friday, we went to Naughty time novelyty (some of you may know it), I have written about visiting the place before, and mistress does enjoy showing me off. This time was an escalation of her power over me, since, as I opened her door and helped her from her vehicle I handed her the end of my leash. The other end firmly attached to my nice thick, big black leather collar.  I am awlays completely submissive to my mistress in public, but it is a very vanilla scene to see. This time, it was total lifestyle. She lead me through the parking lot to the store entrance, of course, me being one or two steps behind. There was a diner on the right and a hair salon on the left of the store (I think, my mind was elsewhere, hehe).
   As I opened the door for her, we crossed the threshold, I could feel all eyes turn to us, like a cowboy entering a saloon, I sensed a hush (boy does my imagination get the better of me some times). The store owner was at the counter with one of his assistants, a couple of young girls were talking with them. I did not really wonder what they thought of the scene until way after. Mistress lead me down the first aisle of lingerie, she had a plan in mind, an ensemble to wear to our next outing. Her penchant for corsets setting the tone. She had me stroke a black and pink PVC item and asked my opinion. I liked it, but knew mistress had other ideas. Next, a  frill lined black number that looked and felt awesome. She handed it to me to carry for her as we explored further. The next corset, was a lovely deep red silk type material, clasps up the front, with delicate black roses embroidered around the edges, it looked great. Soon I had an assortment in my hand, and mistress moved on to the stocking.
   My mistress is great, she engages me all the time, asking my opinion of things, telling me what she is thinking and of course, enforcing her will on me, in soft strong tones too. We were only looking at stocking for research she told me, the quite off the cuff, mentioned we should really find me an apropriate wardrobe for events too (I have been researching black mesh tops and other more exciting items of attire for events recently), since at the moment I wear all black to events. I hope to show some pictures on here in the near future, given my mistress' permission of course.
   Mistress toyed with me for a little, lingering over bondage items, stroking one or two garment, stroking my cock through my pants as people walked by, all the while guiuding me along the aisles by the leash. Then  she headed to the changing room, giving me her purse to hold as she dissapeared behind the door, telling me not to move. I waited, I listened and the door opened a crack. As she saw my beaming face, she opened the door wide to reavel her curvy, sultry, hot coffee body encased in the dard red corset, she looked good ehough to eat, mmmm. She smiled at me and asked my opinion, i was enthusiastic and she laughed. Mistress dissapreaded into the changing room once more, emerging in her regular clothes. She told me to put the other items back and holf onto the red corset. WE started to explore the store once more, this time for a matching skirt. Mistress had my hear racing as she desctibed what she wanted. A very short, black skirt with ruffles, maybe pleats that complimented the corset the. The first one was ruffled but mistress did not like it enough, the second showed promise, it was a pleated short black skirt with a red ribbon lacing up the front. ?The red was too light to match the corset, but I suggested we swap it out for black or a darker red. Mistress looked at me and smiled, complementing me on my quick ingenuity. I love her complementing me, I really am her little puppy dog, lol.
   Then it was on to panties. Mistress wanted something suitable beneath the short skirt, and is not the kind of woman to go bending over for anyones pleasure. We found a cute ruffled pair and i gladly trotted along after her, panties in hand, then she saw a sheer pair of black panties, a little back bow on the front, perfect. We looked for more but mistress was convinced. We returned to the changing room and she tried on the skirt with the corset. When she opened the door this time I gulped, she looked fantastic. She called me so close, i could smell that intoxication skin lotion feel that warmth, she asked me if i liked it, knowing the answer, she talked at me there, standing in the doorway, told me how she wanted to wear the ensemble at an event with me in tow, told me i was hers, i was soooooo going to remeber that moment!.
   Mistress changed back ito her regular clothes and we headed for the check out. I grabbed a bottle of lubricant (butt training never stops, hehe), A young guy was cashing out at the register, and we waitied beside him, talking about strapon harnesses, mistress holding my leash.  Then it was our turn, mistress and the store owner chatting as I paid. . Then  we headed for the car, again, out in publice, me on a leash.
   An interesting point, it was a few days before Halloween,the store also cateres to bachelor and bachelorette parties, so you can imagine the eclectice clientele that visited the store while we were there, some guys just buying porn, some girls just buying vibrators, as I sadi, I did not wonder until after what they thought of the hot, mistress, taking her submissive pet for a walk around the store....but boy did I enjoy it.

 When I moved to detroit, people asked me why. Back then it was purely for work, today its a completely different reason. Yes, mistress is a big part of the reason, she is at the center of the the BDSM lifestyle i love here and the lifestyle is grrreat! I am spending more and more time in it. Case in point, I attended another jewel in the Detroit crown Thursday night, Damned III, and wow, was it an experience.
    I digress, let me first take you back to the beginning of the evening. Imagine the scene, the sun is setting, I am running a little late, speeding just a little, sweating, meeting my mistress at a musical venue, one of my vanilla experiences with a very dominant mistress. After all, i must learn to be whatever she wants me to be in any setting she want to put me after all. I arrived, just in time, the doors about to close. I took my seat and behaved like a good boy. For mistress, and of course my own pleasure, I watched a musical show for two hours, surounded by people who had no idea of my connection to my mistress, just another gorgeous coffee colored angel, tolerating a short caucasian, wide eyed guy (my eyes were not wide because of the show, hehe). When the concert ended we lingered in the lobby, my mistress giving me that impish look, toying with me, knowing my cock was dancing to her tune now.
    Eventually she sent me to get the car and we headed downtown to Damned. The ride was electric for me, although mistress was reserved, controlled, steaming with seductive power. I tried my best to concentrate on the ride, but missed a couple of turns, eventually arriving at a nondescript looking building in the industrial section of the city. We walked from the car to the doors of the warehouse across broken glass and rubble, but as we rounded the corner we were greeted by the first gilmpse of art, a huge damned sign and a nice little bonfire (ah, it remined me of Guy Fawkes night back home). The set up was reserved, the staff very smartly dressed, then we stepped across the threshold, and wow!, the first picture on the wall a headless statue, then an erotic Kali....with tattoos, awesome (no offence meant). We ordered drinks, I asked for a bud light, and that was my first clue it was an upscale event, no bud light!, lol.(Just my attempt at humor folks), coming from England, I can drink any beer to be honest and had a very nice dark stout whilst mistress enjoyed her cocktail. I was not on a leash at the event, but did follow close behind her the whole evening, the wonderful smell of her skin cream intoxicating, the wamth of her curvy, supple body radiating like my own pesronal sun, me orbiting her like a tiny little moon.
    We worked our way around the small art gallery slowly, discussing each piece, some sculptures, some painting, photos and more. We were thoughtful and discerning, but we did so enjoy the audience there, some of the outfits OMG! One svelt woman with hair as black as coal must have been poured into an exquisite pair of PVC pants, the top laced up, yummy. Mistress aproved of that, then she eyed a wonderful one piece black dress, i think it was silk, maybe cotton.  The dress code was black and red, so what did i come in you ask?black and blue, lol. I thought i was sending a subtle message of my bondage to mistressess i will go in black and red next year. The hostesses were in hot red outfits, lots of people wore devil horns, the whole ambience was wonderful, and mistress said "I feel at home amongst these people." The first show we were able to see started, a little lit stage in the middle of the gallery, a big plasma showing the spectalce for those people not able to see the performance live. Trust me, you want to see the performances live, it is so pulsating. Two trapeze artists performed a wonderful and erotic show, no fat on their lace clad bodies, their muscles taught at every maneuver. The music was awesome too, the same violinist who was at the erotica ball played at Damned.
    The lights went up and i caught my breath, then a very erotic thought went through my head as i saw mistress' smile. I thought of a show mistress would love to put on for such an apreciative audience. Her wearing a strapon, and me assuming the position, not just for her pleasure, but for the gathered spectators. I imagined the oos and aaahs as she plunged the big black cock into me again and again, pulling me this way and that, her nails digging into my back, my gasps in time with her thrusts. Okay, Mistress has not fucked me for a while so I am probably due. The show finishes at the weekend...its still prossible, right?
    So, the night moved on, we saw some Leonard Nimoy art. Black and white photography is so wonderful when done well dont you think? There were some really disturbing pieces, a mother with a knife standing over her child, women with their insides revealed, a few collages too. All did their job though, making one think and eliciting discussion. Mistress and I submerged ourselves in the art and the atmosphere. Like a puppydog, i wagged my "tail" as mistress expalied we would circulate once more. It was amazing how much we had missed the first time around.
    You may have noticed, the seductive eroticism of mistress has only been touched on for this outing. It was that kind of a night, first the totally vanilla, then the semi lifestyle environment. I was obedient, i was humble i was horny as hell! Okay, so as mistress tells me, the relationship is more than just sex. I was her slave for the night and willing do what she said when she said it. I treated it as a submissive experience, without the total lifestyle submersion, I think i did okay but only mistress knows for sure. It is those kinds of experiences i am eager to have, i ache for her to control me, long for her to own me, she is the mistress i have been looking for, ain't i lucky, hehe.
   We left the event early, mistress cognisent of my early start the next day, we chatted on the way to the car, her iluminating smile still on her heavenly face. Then we set out, mistress controlling my driving, "turn here," "go there," she pointed out a gay bar and i had visions of her loaning me out in there (oh my vivid imagination, lol), she took me on a tour of down town detroit, her voice commanding, her lovely legs showing beneath her short skirt. Occasionally i would look over and get an instant buzz looking into those deep eyes, and then we hit the freeway. She slid her hand behind my neck and held it in place, i looked forward like a good boy, my heart racing. She touseled my hair and my heartbeat increased, and before i knew it i was dropping her off. We hugged, kissed and said goodbye.....i didnt mind, i was going to see her the next day, woohoo, hehe.

It has been two days since the last event, no, I am not going into withdrawl....yet, lol. Something that occured at the event has played on my mind. It started so innocently, but upon reflection, it has made me think.
Whilst at Saturdays gathering, a wonderful domme, dressed as Malice in wonderland aproached us. My mistress was speaking with a very experienced dom, and he was a mutual acquaintance of my mistress and Malice. After polite introductions, my mistress was expounding on strap on play when Malice made an off the cuff remark. She was cool, casual, but her words are going through my head as I write, this is what she said:

  "I like to take a stainless steel dildo, put it in the freezer, then use it on a submissive."


 As I write this my rim is closing up, when I heard the words, my jaw dropped and I gulped for air. In the back of my mind I wondered, what does mistress think of that idea? Now I understand why mistress suggested I would have to progress very soon, I cannot imagine what she has in mind, but
it will be exciting to find out dont you think?

  Another exciting night out with mistress last night, Dark Nirvana. The organisers of there events should be applauded, everything, as usual, was set up so well, with room, food and drink for all. Thanks to them for setting the event up.
  It was a costume event, and as my mistress pointed out, we see so many great outfits all year around in the lifestyle, come halloween its interesting to see what the folks come up with. That said, a very good friend of my mistress won for "most original costume," She came as a crime scene (CSI), caution tape and all. She looked fabulous and one could tell so much work went into it. A hot Cleopatra was there also and a very cool malice in wonderland too. I also had  the pleasure of meeting a sadist of whom I had been in contact with. She is very experienced, and has offered advice and opinions on a host of lifestyle topics. I asked mistress' permission to approach the lady,  and cautious not to offend anyone! She was awesome, friendly and very engaging.  She looked great in a full length pvc dress (at least I think it was pvc, I am no experct...yet, hehe). She related the problems of driving a car in a rigid corset, more insight into the lifestyle, "wear something that not only looks good, but is comfortable and if needs be, warm too," she said. A little later, I did observe her beating a few subjects, and was thankful my my mistress doesnt beat me too much (only when I displease her, or perhaps for amusement), All in all, the oufits were fatastic. A side bar here. Everyone tells me how friendly people are in this lifestyle, and its all true. Everyone so far has been engaging, and although I feel at ease in these settings, I also feel comfortable knowing the people around me are so friendly.
  As for my night with mistress, I was glad to be her showpiece last night. More than the last time I spent time kissing her petite feet, kissing beautiful behind, kissing her delicate hands and as a special treat, kissing her amaving breats as they overflowed her glorious golden corset. I massaged her neck as she ate, and held her things when she needed, I was the dutiful personal slave, and loved it.
  I am discovering that as well as the visual sumtuousness and raw stimulation these events offer, they also offer what other gathering offers, and that is connections. I had observed it at the Erotica ball the other week. At this event, it was the same. Mistress, met up with her friends from the lifestyle, and socialised. Surrounded by likeminded people. As a dutiful slave, and loving everything about her, I hardly left her side all night. Other than to fetch and serve for her of course. A couple of times she told me to wait, to stay where I was while she mingled, and again, I dont think my eyes left her aluring form.
  Another black domme came over to our table while we were there, my head was down, sending a text to another slave under mistress' direction, her first words were to complement mistress on how her beautiful breasts looked in the corset, immediately my heart froze, it was another mistress I had served long before and left, a little acrimoniously. As I turned and looked up, I saw the recognition in her eyes, I waited for the reaction, and was so relieved, she seemed happy for me, she seemed happy in her self too. The other mistress had a slave in toe and so a conversation of mistresses ensued, about theirs slaves (not with their slaves) while we all sat there.
  Mistress did not parade me around as much this time, instead she introduced me, one-on-one to a few friends, I watched their smiles as mistress told them she liked to use a 10" strap-on on me. I was a little proud of mistress' obvious pleasure at her friends looks of aproval to her statement, then a little worried when they asked when they could watch her with the toy, in her toy (me, lol).
  As the night wore on, mistress settled down to a long conversation with a very experienced domme. It was interesting to listen to the interaction, a strong willed woman talking about ownership, with a strong willed man. His insight and experiences were amazing, but he was suprised at mistress' explanation of my relationship to her, not so much me being pussy whipped (althopugh mistress does consider the pussy a tool in her arsenal) but my dedication to her, one person to another. During the discussion another submissive was told to give mistress an intense massage. I will be honest, I was a little jealous, since I loooove giving mistress a massage (after all, I get to touch her soft warm skin). I was also jealous of him, for having the ability to please mistress with his hands.  He was a fantastic submissive, very engaging and very good at massage. Mistress did keep me close though, tweaking my nipples, grabbing my cock, putting her hands though my hair while she was massaged.
  Finally it was time to go, I followed mistress to her car, just a step behind the whole time, still on my leash, her clutch and crop in my hand. Then when we got to the car, she got that awesome, intense look in her eyes, she talked to me, she seduced me, she worked me up, she had me squirming there between her car and mine. Mistress told me to pull out my/her cock, there in the parking lot. I did so quickly and she smiled, she told me to stroke it, and i did so quickly and she smiled. Then she grabbed my/her cock and started to stroke it sooo slowly, so sensually. Mistress talked the whole time asking me questions, telling me things, the world metled away, only she existed, at that point I would have done anything. Not because of sex (although sexually i was completely in her power at that time), but more because of the control she had of me at that moment, total. I didnt care i had my cock/her out, I didnt care that i was shivering from the cold, I only cared about paying attention to her about complying....then she stopped!
  Mistress told me to stand and wait, my cock still out as people walked by (party goers going home). I looked over my shoulder and mistress was talking with the domme in his van. Mistress called me over and as I walked up to the van, she smiled at the fact I still had my cock out. She told me to stroke for her in front of him. I did so, but suffered stage fright (or maybe it was the cold), she sent me back to the car to wait, cock now put away. When she came over to me she smiled again but told me my punishment for not performing was more chastity, my release for that night was now on hold. So, here I sit, cock hard but untouched, thinking about that intense one-on-one with mistress in the parking lot, mmmm, awesome.

Mistress can be so suprising. I think I have mentioned in the past how she has sprung things on me. As a completely submissive slave to her, of course, no matter what my suprise, I comply completely.
  The other evening, I was sitting alone drinking wine and chilling out when a text from mistress made me stop in my tracks. It told me to take a picture of my cock and send it to her. Like a dutiful slave, I wasted no time complying. I sat and waited for the response, my wine going untouched. Then she responded, "take another one, make it hard, pull back the foreskin (I am uncut) and stretch it back. Again, like a flash I worked on the project. Since I am still not allowed to touch my cock and my only automatic arousal seems to be in her presence it took some time to get hard, eventually i had the foreskin pulled back so much the head was turning blue (I thought mistress would enjoy that). I snapped the picture and sent it. This time mistress sent a response more quickly, telling me how my average sized cock was of similar dimensions to her other slave. Then she told me to send the pictures to two other dommes I had met at the ball the previous week, explaining to them why i had sent them. It did not phase me, after all I was revelling in the converastion we were having.
 The very next day, mistress decided to give me another task, it was with some suprise mistress texted me Sunday morning. I had just wished her a good morning and told her how I was erect thinking of serving her again. The next text, gave me pause. It read "conduct CBT with your ruler" My wooden ruler is on my bedside, I like to think its a very traditional impliment for applying punishment, since I had been hit with a ruler (and cane) as a young school boy in catholic school. You may notice from the picture I have of the ruler here on CM, that it is actually from a catholic school.
So I set to work, tap, tap, tap, tap, a little harder each time, a little faster too, until the sting became a throb and the throb became a burn. I let mistress know I had complied, but had no response so I continued. Mistress never did respond, she can be so playful.

It had been a while since seeing mistress for some good physical one on one time. Not since walking through the park (of course, always two steps behind her). I sought advice from another boy regarding preparation for mistress taking my behind.  My excitement and fascination growing as he laid out a routine, step by step in vivid detail: Fast before the event. He had suggested fasting the day of the event, but I added my own spin to this. Since it takes food on average three days to pass through the body, I refrained from eating between 10am and 7pm Tuesday. It was a good opportunity to see if I actually could fast, since although I am not fat, I really enjoy food.

The event was going to be an “afternoon delight,” (some of you may be too young to remember that song by the Starland Vocal Band in 1976), as it is, I was reminded of the song whilst swapping emails with a very wise dome the other night. Of course, now the tune is a backdrop to any thought of Friday afternoons fun, so you can imagine, as I write this, I have already listened to it several times, lol.

I left work at 10am, so pumped I thought my chest would burst. Mistress had emailed me a set of instructions a few days previous, and I hit the store eager to please. On the previous occasion I had gone completely overboard, buying five cheeses, several snacks, and so much fruit mistress could have dined for a week. This time I picked out one cheese, a sharp cheddar, then one item of fruit (grapes have always struck me as a bdsm fruit, the slave feeding the mistress one grape at a time.) I did have a little knife for the cheese, but I had no idea what I was going to do should mistress tell me to peel the grapes! And one hot and spicy snack (something mistress had enjoyed previously).

I was on my way to the hotel, so pleased with myself, I texted mistress detailing what I had purchased. I was ten minutes from the hotel when I received a text from her, she did not like the cheese I had chosen! I immediately turned around; at the store I picked something more appropriate and rushed to the hotel. There was no need to rush, I was so early I was barely able to book in, I stood there wondering what the receptionist would think if she knew the contents of the bag over my shoulder, a collar and leash, a butt training kit, a huge bottle of lubricant and an enema kit (woo hoo, let the good times roll).

I reached the room, texting mistress the room number, she texted back, telling me I was very early. I am an eager, excited boy, hours away from serving his mistress; I would have been earlier if I had picked the right cheese. I stripped and cleaned up.  I laid out my bags of items, food stuffs on one table, sparkling wine in the freezer (I wanted it really chilled for mistress pleasure), butt plug kit, enema kit, collar and leash on another table).  Then I took my time slipping the pre lubed enema stem into my rectum. The thin g feeling puny compared to the big plug I had become so used to using. I pumped the liquid concoction into my bowels, the feeling so erotic, my cock was arching. I took some more of the other slave’s advice and rolled around on the floor to help the enema do a better job (can you imagine the scene had a maid walked in to clean up! A grown man rolling around on the floor naked.  Various bdsm paraphernalia lying around the room, with various snacks on the side). I settled down to one of the  standard enema positions, on my hands and knees, butt high in the air, a very submissive scene. I jumped up and down, did jumping jacks, and shook until the need to visit the bathroom was overwhelming.  

I relaxed on the bed for a while, ensuring the work of the enema was done. Once assured nothing else was going to happened I lubed up the big butt plug, this was another spin on the advice I had been given, I was enjoying adding my own touches to the ritual.  It slipped in easily, that satisfying pop like an exclamation mark ending another paragraph of this erotic book. I could walk around easily with the plug in now, and there was not much mess, since I had used a fraction of the lube I had been using when first I started with this giant plug. After about forty five minutes I took the plug out, there was no build up, an encouraging sign, and then I retrieved the intermediate pug. Mistress had intimated the first strap on would be of that size. I smeared lubricant on the puny piece of rubber and plastic. Then I crawled stood at the mirror. I pushed the plug in and pumped it. I pumped lowly at first, then more vigorously. I stood on a towel, just in case, but was pleased to find my preparation work had paid off. I had a very fuckable ass. I cleaned up, satisfied with my preparations so far, my rumbling stomach forgotten, my arching cock ignored.

Again I relaxed on the bed, counting the minutes, counting the seconds. Mistress texted, she was on her way. I paced like an expectant father. She texted again, she was close. I waited by the door, phone in one hand my collar about my neck, leash hanging limp, unlike my cock. There was a knock and I froze, my brain in overdrive, my phone stuck to my hand, I couldn’t let it go,. Suddenly I was very aware of my hard cock it was arching wildly, so much in fact it hurt. I opened the door and she entered, her smile making my chest puff out. She looked me up and down as I both my cock and I stood to attention, she probe3d and prodded, stroked and held my naked body.  She quickly gave me ordered as she reclined in the chair. I poured her a drink, cut up some cheese, then got on my knees and massaged her petite feet. I stayed down until she said otherwise only coming up to pour more drink or cut more cheese. At one point I was laying on the floor kissing her feet, my cock trapped between the hard floor and my torso. It enjoyed that experience so much I had to get back on my knees.

Then mistress made me gulp. She started to strip, her warm silky skin shimmering in the light, her soft deep eyes drawing me in, her lush lips like magnets to my eyes, her firm breasts gently swaying as the black bra released them.  She laid face down on the bed and I took great delight giving her the best massage I could. I had a coconut massage lotion and took my time covering every square inch of her warm, soft back with the sweet smelling concoction. She indulged me, allowing me to move to her legs, she did not impose any rules on me; she just let me have my fun as she had her massage.  She turned over, her beaming smile consuming me.  I did not realize until now that she did not allow me to massage her breasts, I guess because so wrapped up in the moment. I think she was excited herself, because it was at that moment she told me to go wash all of her strap on equipment.

It was a very effective strategy, mistress had mentioned she had several attachments and had been trying to establish which one she would use, so she had brought them all. I pulled the first one out, it was a little bigger than the intermediate, but smaller than the biggest plug, I took out the next. It was bigger than my cock! I dug into the bag again, retrieving an even bigger dildo; it felt so meaty in my hands. Then I went in once more. This fishing trip brought in the big one, I gathered from what mistress had told me that it was ten inches long, it was so thick and it felt heavy in my hand. I gulped, not scared (I trusted my mistress’ judgment) but I did wonder what I had let myself in for.  Finally I withdrew the harness, it was a basic design, a cute little orange protrusion to plug into each of the dildo attachments, as I looked at it I figured I would just about be able to take that in my ass….boy was I wrong. I carefully washed each item, making sure they were free of any external objects, dust, and the like.  After I had carefully dried each item I lined the dildos up in a row, small to large, on the side.

Mistress stood and I attached the harness. I have a very nice leather harness on order, but it had not arrived on time, so this one would have to do. Once it was on, she told me to kneel at her feet. She went to the collection of dildos and I watched as she snapped the smallest one in place. She showed it to me, swinging it inches from my nose, and then told me to suck on it long and hard. Like a good boy I did not hesitate, taking its full length down my throat, sucking again and again. She voiced her pleasure and held my held pumping the cock in my mouth. She was pleased and told me to get onto the bed. As I looked at the wall I heard the sounds, lubricants being smeared on rubber, mistress sighs as she stroked the cock, and then all was quiet, all was peaceful. Until she leaned in and told me that if it hurt I should tell her. In fact what she said was “the first time would hurt, but say something if it hurts too much.” I was faithful to my plug training, but still apprehensive. There was no turning back now; so much was my eagerness to please her. I felt her hand on my body, the feel of cold rubber against my ass... Slowly the head of the cock found its way to my rim, resting there for a moment, then, then, and then….she pushed it in. Like the big plug going in, there was an initial discomfort, I felt my rim expand, and then she was deep inside me. She sighed her pleasure and praised me for my training; she slowly started to fuck me, the strokes pushing my body back and forth. She settled into a rhythm and then begun to change her position a little, up high, laying flat on top of me, trapping my torso between her strong thighs, fucking me again and again. She withdrew, praising me more. By now my cock was so hard it hurt, my foreskin pulled back by the pumping, rubbing against the bedclothes. I caught my breath, sweat dripping from both of us. She wondered out loud if I might take the bigger attachment and before I could comment she hopped off the bed. I watched as she removed the smaller attachment and gawked a little as the next cock was attached. She smiled at me as she climbed back onto the bed, again I heard her apply the lubricant, again I waited in silence, and again it was a shock when the head of the cock spread my rim. This time she drove home, and I did squeal, but once it was inside me I was fine. She started fucking me again, longer strokes now due to the longer length of cock, slow methodical pumps, deep and penetrating, she grabbed me around my waist, pulling me towards her and I felt my ass crashing against her hips, again and again and again. She layed on top of me and I felt the cold sweat on her tummy stick her to my back, it felt so good. She fucked me for what seemed like forever, and then, then she was done.

She praised me, then told me to clean everything up including myself. Then she smiled at me, a becoming smile, a playful smile. She told me she had my birthday present; she told me she had confided with another dome on her choice of present, and then laughing she told me how the other dome had suggested that the gift was more a gift for her than me. She lay back on the bed, spread her lovely legs and told me to service her until she told me to stop. Happy birthday me! I licked and kissed and swallowed, twice she came and she kept me down there until she was completely satisfied.

Then we had a nap together. One thing I have learned with mistress is to obey and enjoy, and a nap with her was so very nice, curled up together in the bed, mistress took one end of my leash and pulled me tight to her as she slept. We slept for so long, until finally it was time to get up. By then I was ravenous, having not eaten for so many hours. I as ked permission and indulged in some snacks and a glass of wine. It felt so comfortable walking around the hotel room my collar around my neck, the leash dangling free. Then we lay on the bed talking. She told me I would soon have some new training to submit to, golden showers and like a good boy I just nodded and listened. Mistress told me she was going to a fet party that night, and mentioned another was coming up in a few weeks where we could go together, and she could show me off, I just cant wait!

 Last Saturday was my first fetish event, as ever I was eager, excited, attentive and very, very interested in everything. I arrived on my own, and having never been to such an event was not sure what to expect. I pulled up just outside what I thought was the hall entrance, and sat watching for obvious fetish activity (no, I honestly do not know what I “fetish activity” I would see). Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a more secluded parking lot and a black pvc clad woman standing at a door way. On a hunch I headed for that parking lot making the decision that the function was at that door rather than the one I was staking out. I parked up and let mistress know of my arrival. She told me to wait and arrived soon after.

Mistress had invited me and I turned up as directed dressed all in black (you will read later what she suggested she might like me to wear….all I can say is it will be chilly in winter!) Mistress pulled up, it was a little early for her taste but she indulged me since it was my first time. She looked luscious in the white corset we had picked out together all those weeks ago with a loose flowing skirt and strappy shoes (she loves strappy shoes). I handed her the collar and she fastened it to my neck, then she took the end of the leash and lead me to the front door of the function. I paid and we entered. It was already a medley of outfits, shapes and sizes, creeds and colors, a really cosmopolitan crowd. I bout mistress and myself a drink and as she lead me around by the leash we purveyed the assembled guest. Then we inspected the various pieces of equipment, racks, benches, floor mats and the like.

 We settled at a table, a rather large gentleman greeting mistress and ignoring me. Mistress and I talked, we talked about every day things, our respective day our funny recollections, our developing relationship whilst all around us the scene grew more and more diverse, leather outfits, more pvc, obvious dominants, and very obvious submissives. The heat in the hall started to rise and after the introductions and thanks the crowd was invited to enjoy the food that had been brought. It reminded me of so many family Christmas gatherings in a hall with family members bringing a dish, except of course, without the chains, whips, ropes and fetish wear. Mistress took me for a stroll, showing me off, and explaining each station, and each scene. A pain slut was getting her behind truly beaten, writhing with each strike, another waif of a girl was being teased then struck with a cat o nine tails, another was  bound by ropes and suspended from a steel frame. Some of the display so exquisite, one woman wearing a dress of rope, her nipples covered by matching green tape (a legal point I was told). Mistress introduced me to a rope master and a friend of his explained to us his encounter with a dome in Asia, his stories fascinating and scaring me. Another rule I learned during the conversation, don’t mess with a submissive collar. He was a big guy and I was not going to dare offend him, later I watched as he made his submissive squirm as he used a riding crop on her behind. There wer so many other visual stimulus in the room, one did not know where to look next...until mistress showed one where to look of course. Mistress was so very relaxed in the environment; hugging friend’s, chatting with others, and introducing me now and again.

When we sat down once more I was perspiring. Mistress surveyed me intensely using her dominant voice she seduced me a little more. She spotted a couple of submissives wearing leather straps as an outfit, about 90% of their flesh, including all of their ass cheeks bared for public inspection, this was the outfit she said she pictured me wearing for her pleasure. Then she told me to wait for her while she disappeared. She returned with a cute little pink paddle, with shiny studs. I was asked to turn around and she bead my ass with the paddle until it started to hurt and I started to yelp. When she was satisified she sent me home, ready to enjoy the rest of her night with another submissive.

This weekend has been another landmark in my relationship with mistress; in fact it has been the biggest to date. Mistress had called me earlier in the week and told me to take time off work Friday and book a room. As usual mistress left the details of the task to me and gauged my efforts. Fortunately she thought I did well. I booked the room after I read her text, booked a room that was not too big, not too small but, ahh, just right and like a good boy took time from work to tend to her needs.

As the day approached I became more and more nervous, more and more excited and more and more aroused. As usual I was under strict denial instructions from mistress, but my mind was in overdrive fantasizing what the first time alone with her might be like. My cock hard more than it wasn’t.

 The day arrived and the first road block stopped me, I was running late but mistress took it in good stride and let me wallow in self doubt. I quickly made up time and after shopping and tending to other business I checked into the hotel. I settled in the room, laying out everything mistress had ordered, fruit, snacks, cheeses, and champagne.

I settled in, arriving so early I had too much time on my hands, too much time to think about the possibilities, too much time to think about her body, so radiant, so warm, too much time for my wicked cock to flex in my pants as it tried to get me to go against mistress orders and stroke it. As the meeting time came I became pensive, and too excited, I really hope the hotel does not charge me for the hole I wore in the carpet as I paced back and forth. The time passed and I was crestfallen, the minutes ticked by and then a text came. It was mistress and she was letting me know she was leaving to come see me! I was shaking, I wondered how long it would take, I wondered how long I would last, I wondered if I had time to pop out and get a few more items.

It seemed to take forever but finally I received the text I had craved, mistress had arrived. She told me to strip and wait. I have never stripped so fast and was lucky not to lose a button or break a limb as I stripped in a blur. I held my breath, waiting for the knock, when it came I sprinted to the door. I opened it and saw mistress looking radiant, her dynamite smile, her buxom breasts, her firm body and three bags!....I had to wonder what was in three bags, and I am sure mistress enjoyed my intrigued look she smiled and I arched, she stepped in and I panted, she touched me and I was set alight!

She surveyed me and had me twirl; she stroked and touched me, like a cattle baron checking livestock. She was pleased. Then I guided her though the food, she was pleased with everything so far and had me pour her a glass of champagne as she sank into the chair. She told me to get on my knees at her feet and I sank down. After a little small talk she directed me to one of her bags and told me to retrieve some lotion. This afforded me the opportunity to see what else was in bag number one, and she laughed as she knew what I had seen, ropes and the white corset we had bought together so many weeks before. I settled to my task, massaging mistress feet with the lotion as she talked. Like a good boy I listened only talking when appropriate. Then mistress leaned down close and whispered, the whisper feeling so intense it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and goose bumps come up on my arms. She told me how she was enjoying the view, a boy at her feet, a boy where a boy should be, serving her, I did not argue, I was obedient and loved the fact she was looking at me.

 When mistress was satisfied she called me up to her level, she took off her top revealing her breasts to me. She laughed and asked if I had fantasized sexually about her. Like an obedient boy I did not hesitate did not lie I told her I had. She asked if I liked her breasts and I told her I loved them, she asked if I wanted to touch them and of course I told her yes. Then she told me I would not enjoy her body sexually for some time, but as a treat she would allow me to suckle her wonderful breasts. I leaned in and felt her warmth on my face, then as my lips closed around a pulsing nipple I tasted sweetness. I sucked and sucked, then sucked some more, I switched to the other nipple, not wanting it to feel left out, I sucked for as long as I could keeping my hands at my side at all times, until finally mistress broke away.

I rested there still on my knees panting as mistress lay face down on the bed, she told me to continue the massage and I took to my task with relish, stroking, rubbing and kneading her warm, soft cocoa skin, I thrilled each time she sighed or moaned I craved to massage every inch of her and each time she praised me I tried harder until she finally told me to move to her legs. She has a firm body, her calves were strong, her thighs firm and yes, I did push up as far as I could glimpsing such an outstanding behind. Each stroke was more intense than the last, pre cum dripping from my cock. Mistress asked me what I was looking at and again, as quickly and as honestly as I could I told her I was enjoying looking at her awesome behind. She asked if I wanted to touch it and I answered quickly “yes.”  She told me to stroke her ass, to hold her ass, to feel her ass, and I did, then she lifted her skirt up so I could see her behind, and told me to massage it.  

Never in the course of human history has it taken one person so long to massage another person’s behind, the whole day was a blur, but that scene seemed to last forever, I can still feel the softness, still smell the lotion and still remember the ache of my cock as I stroked massaged and kneaded her buttocks. I was a little sad when she stopped me, but not for long, as her seductive hand passed over her glistening breasts. She asked if I wanted to massage them, and I guess my face showed my answer because she laughed and told me to get more lotion and massage them. I stroked, and squeezed and kneaded them as she looked on, my mouth dry my cock in overdrive it was ecstasy, and then she looked over to the bedside where the three butt pugs stood like soldiers on parade. She stopped my massaging and asked about the plugs, asked how I was doing asked if the biggest was going well and then told me to show her….by putting in all three, starting with the smallest.       I all but leapt from the bed, lubing the smallest up (even though I didn’t need lube!....my brain wasn’t working right by then) and started to put it in. She stopped me and called me to the bedside, told me to show her as I put it in. I caught my breath and pushed the little plug in. She laughed at the sight then told me to show her the next one. I took my time easing it in , the plug a little firmer than the last but still a little loose. She told me to bend over and I bent until my hands touched the floor. She kept me there for as few minutes and asked about the biggest plug, she asked how big it was and I told her 7” long, 3”  at its widest with a 1.5” neck when in. She told me to show here and I went to lube the plug up. I returned to the bedside and started to ease it in. ¾ of the way in I had to stop and take it out, sweat dripping from my face. On the next attempt it seated home with the satisfying pop I have come to love. Automatically I bend down as far as I could so she could survey my plugged ass. I was excited by her positive response but her last comment sent me over the edge. The sight of the plug in my ass made her horny and she wanted to fuck me. She told me the reason she couldn’t use the strap on was that because I had not had an enema it would be too messy, but she wanted to take me for a test drive. She lad me lay towels down, then took the intermediate plug and pushed it inside me, then covered my ass with a towel. Then she spread my legs and came up close behind me, I could feel her strong calves against mine, feel her thighs against mine and then she started pulling the plug out and pushing it in, her body going back and forth with the strokes, fucking me. She was pleased with the result and told me to get an enema kit soon and get proficient with it, she was eager to fuck me and wanted a friend of hers to fuck me too as I sucked cock for their amusement.

 I was elated, excited, as was so horny my balls and cock ached. She had me lay on the bed and spoon her, as I stroked her back, it was so peaceful and relaxing and she told me I relaxed her. I relished the time and savored every moment. Then she turned over, her breasts sucking me in like hypnotic discs. She took my hand and guided it to her clit. She began to stroke her clit with my fingers, guiding me to go slower, more intense ly letting me do it on my own for a moment then guiding me once more. When she was satisfied she told me to cu. I stroked for only a few moments (I had not cum in about two weeks), the ejaculation so intense cum spurted over my shoulder as I lay there. Mistress was pleased and turned face down again. Again I spooned her and stroked her back until she fell asleep. I lay there against her watching tv and watching over her as she slept, a most relaxing and rewarding time.

 When mistress awoke she smiled and told me to go get my collar and leash. I had not even thought about it since her arrival. She smiled again and told me she was going to take me, going to won me, I WAS HERS! I had completely forgotten this was my final interview my final test to be taken by her, so wrapped up in making the experience the best I could for her I had put any thought of myself aside. I was in ecstasy I was reveling in the moment, I was….hard again! Mistress noticed and stroked me, it drove me wild but I knew I was drained. We lay on the bed together mistress and submissive, flesh to flesh, and then she told me I could leave whilst she would relax alone. As I left that night I knew it was not the end it was just the beginning, and the next chapter would come very soon, mistress wanted to take me to a fet gathering the next night…..and boy would that be fun.

 I smeared the plug with lubricant, very generous amounts of lubricant, sure to smear the excess around my rim. I pushed the head of the plug against my rim, it centered easily, the lubricant helping it to slip into place. Immediately my cock hardened, so hard it throbbed as I started to ease the plug in. My cock was so erect it took my mind off my progress and I let go of the plug before it was full engaged. I felt the plug begin to squeeze out, but since it was bigger, I had time to stop it falling out completely.

I pushed the plug home, and was rewarded with a positive feel as the rim muscle closed around the lip of the plug. I waddled back to my seat, and eased down. The seat was holding the plug in place. Veins in my cock started showing and pulsing, I fought the urge to stroke it, the head of my cock started to show as the foreskin was pulled back tight, everything felt tight, and then I was able to settle down.

Mistress texted me and my cock jumped, again I was very aware of my manhood’s arousal. Each time my phone buzzed my cock throbbed more, as I read each text I became more aroused, like some new modern kinky fetish I craved another text, and another, and another until my body ached for release……..and them my cock relaxed. It hung heavy in my lap but it was not tight, it softened as time went on until I was able to think about something else…anything else!

Mistress asked how the plug felt, asked if it was reaching my prostate, and like a good boy I answered promptly and as accurately as I could. After two hours I took the plug out to a big pop, and had to stop to catch my breath….tonight, it will be interesting to see if there are any differences when I pop the plug in again.

I was going to be interesting; my regular partner had to cancel out of playing racquetball with me. In idle conversation I had mentioned my dilemma to my mistress. As I pulled into the parking lot of the club I was nervous, wondering what trials the day might hold for me. As I exited my vehicle I saw her pull in, immediately rushing over to open her door. As she alighted I was struck dumb, as usual she looked fantastic, and was dressed in very casual athletic wear. I picked up her racquet and escorted her into the club, making sure to open every door for her, and stay just a step behind here at all times. While I paid for the court she eyed a couple of men through the full glass wall. As I approached her she passed judgment on them, “what a fine pair of asses.” She smiled at me as she disappeared into the changing room. I went to changed and rushed back so as to be able to escort her to the court.  When she came out of the changing room I was awe struck, her top was so very tight, a little of her midriff showing, her ample bosom hypnotic. She wore a short, loose shirt that swayed when she walked. Even her footwear was sexy, paper thin stocking, almost transparent, and shiny white training shoes.

We were assigned a secluded court, the only way to view us was through a small opening, this gave mistress a wicked smile and as we stepped onto the court I started to wonder just how private we were going to be. As soon as the door closed it began. Mistress called me to her and told me to show her property. I immediately took out my cock and she started to tap, tap, tap it with the racquet. She slipped the handle end of the racquet between my legs and brought it up sharply, again and again, her CBT fun bringing an even bigger smile to her face.

I was eventually allowed to return my cock to my shorts then she treated me, she slid a finger into the waistband of her skirt, withdrawing a glistening digit, she smeared the finger just below my nose knowing her aroma would distract me some more. We started to hit the ball back and forth warming up. Once she was loose she hit the ball at me a few times, raising welts on my back and legs, and then we played a game.

Mistress served, and as she bent to hit the ball her skirt flew up revealing her panty less behind. I frozen, again dumb struck, the ball sailing by me, 1-0 mistress. The game went on, and soon I was several points behind. At one time mistress came tearing across the court, crushing me against the wall, her buxom breasts pressed hard against me, her elbow in my side. On another occasion her racquet caught my legs and I went sprawling across the floor.

In no time at all it was 15-8 to mistress, first game to her. As the winner she claimed her prize and whilst she rested I got down on my knees and serviced her with my tongue, the whole time she batted my butt with her racquets. The next game was much of the same, and several times the game was delayed as I tried to recover from the impacts. On one occasion the ball managing to hit my erect cock (what a shot!) sending me doubled up to the floor. Mistress won the second game 15-6, leaving me limping and tender, as her prize for winning the second game she told me to remove my shorts and go stand in the corner. After she had rested she came up behind me giving me several swats with her racquet, a glowing red mesh pattern left on my ass as a reminder of her generosity.

By the third game I was a wreck, battered and bruised, shaking and dizzy. Half the time I did not even see the ball, most of the time I could not get to the ball, mistress won the game 15-3 and I sank to my knees in defeat and humility. Mistress came up to me, standing in front of me. She grabbed my hair, pulling my head back sharply. She spat in my face and smiled down at me. She patted me on the head and headed for the door leaving her racquet for me to retrieve. As I walked her back to the changing room she told me to go take a sauna.

 I stripped and headed for the sauna. Sitting gingerly I started to sweat quickly. The door opened and mistress stood in the opening, she smiled at me and stepped in. she told me to get on my knees before her, then pushed me a little lower. She told me she wanted to pee but did not want to use the restroom. As the words left her lips, a golden stream left her pussy. I was quick to open my mouth, taking the full stream directly in. As the stream continued I was able to take every drop. When she was done she left and headed for the shower, a freezing cold shower to try and reduce my ardor.

I met mistress at the changing room door, and escorted her to her car. She kissed me on the cheek and told me to tell her whenever my regular playing partner could not make it, since she would love to beat me again…….as she drove away I wondered if she was referring to the games or my ass.

The night was balmy, sweat already dripped from my body, every inch of my body. I was sure my perspiration was not all due to the weather, some was trepidation. I was at my mistress’ door, ready for anything but not knowing what to expect. I rang the bell and waited, and waited, and waited. Eventually my phone vibrated. Mistress had sent a message: When you enter, undress, and then put on the hood you find waiting for you. I did as instructed waiting patiently, quietly. The whole house was quiet, no sound, nothing. I suddenly felt a presence, my collared being fastened about my neck. Next I was pulled by the leash, roughly all but dragged. I did my best to keep up.

I was pulled to my knees, the hood muffling any sound as well as leaving me blind. I felt a hand on my back, then ice water, I felt a foot on my ass, then hot wax, I felt my hair being pulled then the crack of a paddle on my behind. I managed to catch my breath before the process started again, a different combination but similar feeling, then another rest then the whole process again.

By the end of the third time I was reeling, disoriented, my head spinning. I was pushed to the floor, laid flat facing down. Then I felt the full weight of someone sitting on me, wriggling on me. Then I felt the slow, methodical circling of my exposed rim. I felt the cold lubricant being applied, then penetration. I had no idea what was entering me, but I tried to relax as best I could so as not to disrupt the enjoyment of the penetrator. Eventually whatever was in me was left there, and next I felt more wax being dripped. My butt cheeks feeling a constant drip, drip, drip, until I could feel it caking all over my ass.

Then I was turned over, my legs spread wide, suddenly bound to what I do not know. My cock was jerked, yanked and pulled, my thighs slapped, my nipples squeezed, tweaked and twisted and my balls teased to distraction. I was breathing heavy by now my chest pounding. I was left alone panting beneath the hood and all went quiet. After a while my breathing returned to normal and suddenly the hood was being raised. The hood was only pulled so far so my mouth was exposed. Then I felt the warm stream on my legs, it travelled up my torso, the droplets dribbling down my naked torso. The flow kept moving up, up, up until it hit my mouth. Then I tasted the salty liquid, drinking as I was intended, spluttering a little as it overflowed in my mouth dibbing down my chin. As the stream stopped I was suddenly smothered with a warm wet pussy, I barely heard the words “clean me up slave” as I started to have trouble breathing, but licking none the less, until the salty taste disappeared.

When I was released from the smothering I was gasping for air, heart pounding, I tried to sit up but was pushed back down. I lay on the ground trying to catch my breath, trying to snap out of the light headed buzz. I tried to focus on the sounds, hearing more than one voice for the first time. I did not have time to hear much as I was forcibly sat up, a hard backboard to support me, my ankles still bound to something. My wrists where taken and bound with rope to something either side of my head and a big rubber dildo was shoved in my mouth. I sucked on it, barely able to breathe until finally it was withdrawn, only to be replaced by a real cock. Hard and rampant, it was shoved in my mouth. I took it in one flowing motion, taking it in and sucking deeply. , the cock began to slide back and forth again and again, fucking my mouth, feeling even bigger than the dildo. I felt a warm breath to the side of me and for the first time that night I heard mistress’s voice. It was low and intense: “he will cum in your mouth, you will not swallow it, instead you will open your mouth wide and show me how much he shot when he withdraws. Soon after he came, I gagged to try and stop swallowing too much, and as soon as he was done he withdrew. My opened my mouth wide, a pool of cum sitting on my tongue. I felt hands on my jaw, my mouth pulled open as wide as it could go, then soft lips on mine, a tongue in my mouth and the cum was scooped up. Mistress told me to swallow the rest and I did so without delay.

Then I felt those same soft lips on my shaft sucking licking teasing and tormenting, but to my surprise as the sensual mouth seduced my cock my mistress’ voice was in my ear. “you did not think you had earned me pleasuring you did you pet? I gulped, wondering what could happen next as my climax grew near. Then you spoke in my ear again, my nipple distorted for impact “do not cum, tell her to stop if you feel you are going to cum.” I all but yelled STOP!, I was left panting once more, then felt a pussy pushed in my mouth. It was wet and shaved,  I licked since it was right in my face, I managed to find the clit, pulsing between my lips and sucked on it strongly, my tongue slipping inside the warm wet, sweet pussy, again and again I licked and sucked, and kissed , until I felt her climax, her juices running all over my face.

My restraints were undone; I was led on my hands and knees by my leash to another room where my hood was removed. You stood there smiling at me a small strap-on at my eye level. You told me to stand and faced me towards a mirror. I watched you in the mirror as you applied lubricant, then watched your smiling faces as you eased the strap-on deep inside me. You pushed my head to the mirror, wildly fucking me against the glass, only stopping after you had had enough.

You pointed to a door and told me to go wash up, then pointed to another door and said I could leave, that way after I was done……I never did find out who else enjoyed me that night

THE START OF A NEW DAY

 

 I have been searching for guidance, searching for strength, searching for a mistress to bend me over and use me as she likes. I had lunch the other day with a domme who made me stand to attention whilst sitting down.

We had a pleasant lunch, other patrons just far enough away that our conversations regarding the lifestyle were open and frank. To be honest, I was eager to serve here there and then, but like a good boy I wait to be told what to do. After I followed her to an adult store where she worked me up into a lather, leading me around by my cock down the aisle, tweaking my nipples and trying on erotic lingerie.
I cannot stop thinking about her and crave our next meeting.