I sat down to dinner with the woman I love. We ate our meals in the
restaurant together, sipping some nice wine and talking over our days.
We basked in each other’s company. She smiled at a remark I made and
stroked my hair tenderly. I reminded myself, as I did every day, of
how lucky I am that I belong to her. I remembered the day when I first
decided to fully surrender myself to her, giving her complete control
over me and making her happiness and pleasure the number one priority
in my life. I stroked her hand and squeezed it gently. I reflected on
how to the other diners in the restaurant we would have just looked
like a normal couple.
We finished our meals and headed home in a taxi together. I rested her
head on my shoulder. I felt my balls tighten and my cock harden as I
contemplated the fact that I would soon be knowing the joy of
submitting to her. She had not permitted me to cum for two weeks. As
desperate as I was to release, I savoured the torture and the thought
of the pleasure it gave her. She knew that putting me in this tortured
state made me truly hers, I would submit to her every whim.
We arrived home and made our way to the bedroom. She held my head in a
firm grip and made me look into her eyes, smiling. I swallowed hard
and tried to meet her gaze. Trembling, I knelt before her and devoutly
kissed the tip of her shoe. “Sweet one”, I implored, “will you please
let me make love to you with my mouth?”
She laughed. “Get undressed and lie over my knee”. I complied, hoping
she would not mind my cock drooling pre-cum onto her dress. She began
to slap my naked bottom hard. I breathed inward sharply with each
slap. Soon I began to let out deep groans from the emotional release
it gave me. She bit my shoulders hard, and bit my burning red
buttocks. I let out little involuntary moans of pain.
She ordered me to fetch the paddle. I got up and did so, not daring to
rub my bottom. I handed it to her. She brought it down hard, I gasped
and felt tears coming out of my eyes. “Thank you Mistress, please may
I have the next?” She thrashed me again and again with it until I
started to sob. Finally she stopped and gently rubbed my crimson
buttocks.
“Lie down on the bed”. I complied and she put the restraints on, tying
each limb to a corner of the bed. I lay there, spreadeagled and
completely vulnerable. “You are going to be tickled until you beg for
mercy” she informed me, stroking my hair tenderly. “I will not stop
tickling you until you agree to rim me.”
I felt a golden ache in my sore balls at the thought that I would soon
be given the honour of being allowed to worship my Mistress’ asshole,
but I knew that I must endure my ordeal as long as possible, for her
satisfaction. She began to tease my sensitive and vulnerable underarms
and feet with her skilled fingertips. The effect was immediate; I
started to thrash about desperately, trying to stop myself from
giggling. I wondered how I would be able to endure this.
Before long I was begging her for mercy. “Not until you agree to rim
me”. I knew I must not consent to that yet. “No, please don’t make me
do that”. She continued to torture me. “Oh my God, please no more”, I
begged, shaking with laughter.
Finally after having held on for ten minutes I screamed out “Please
stop! Please let me lick you!” Finally I was allowed to start
pleasuring her. I let out little moans of joy as I set about my task.
To my deep satisfaction she too started to breathe heavily and let out
the occasional groan. I was allowed to pleasure her for five glorious
minutes.
She pushed me back onto the bed. “Because you have pleasured me well,
I am going to reward you by pissing in your mouth.” She blessed me
with her golden nectar.
Next she rode herself to five orgasms on my aching cock. I shuddered
with pleasure and dreamed of the day I would be allowed to cum.
Afterwards we lay together and she wrapped her arms around me. “You
are a good slave”. Sore as my balls were, no orgasm could possibly
have made my happiness more complete.
