I didn’t have the heart to fuck her again in the morning while she was on orgasm denial, so I settled for some gentle tongue worship as she read the blog. Then, after showering, I presented myself to her, and she closed the lock with that little, wicked smile.
“Does that make you feel more secure, Mistress?”
“Absolutely, Slave. You’re going to have to think about what I will be up to this morning with your cock all locked away.”
I suppose the payback was only fair after all that torment she was required to endure the night before.
So at work I tried to focus on my mundane tasks – and getting ready for a lecture I am giving later today. But in the back of my mind I was imagining Mistress spread on our bed, her various toys at hand, awaiting her Master’s call. It had been two weeks or so since their last solo opportunity for some sex chat, and I knew there was some considerable pent up demand to be satisfied.
When Mistress finally called me, on her way to work around 10:30 am, she seemed a bit discombobulated.
“How many, Mistress?”
“Gee…. I think I lost track Slave…”
It sounded like Mistress was still deep in her post orgasmic buzz. No doubt some of her colleagues would be amused as she staggered about the office with that distracted, over-fucked look on her face.
When I got home there was a an opportunity for me to worship, Mistress, pulling aside those lacy yellow undies to invade her well used parts with my tongue and lips.
And as the evening progressed – a bike ride, dinner, watching the latest episode of Mad Men, I debriefed her on her little morning of wanton delight. For purposes of brevity, I’ve compacted down snippets of our running conversation through the evening, which ended as I took her after my own day of caged denial.
“So what story did he tell you this time Mistress?”
(Our Western Correspondent may not be a particularly productive wordsmith, but he is a specialist in his own unique brand of oral traditon. Before he leaves us, it might make sense for some doctoral student writing a dissertation on BDSM anthropology to spend a few months interviewing M at his mountain retreat, getting all these stories down on tape, so they are not lost to future generations of kinksters. I suspect M would agree to share his wealth of stories, so long as she was naked and fully available to him through the lengthy interview process.)
“Oh there was a very elaborate story, Slave…. He likes to throw in lots of detail….”
“And what was this one about?”
“You were in it too …. You took me to one of Aisha’s play parties…..and – surprise – M was there too.”
“And what happened at the play party?”
“There was an auction … you put me on the block …. I was naked, except for a collar….”
“Oh, and who were the bidders, Mistress?”
I had an idea where this was going. And I wondered if Aisha was up for bids too.
“There were several, Slave…. “
“But I suspect I know who got the prize….”
Mistress laughed in her deep, sexy way.
“Yeah…. I didn’t know he was there….but I recognized his voice when he was bidding …..”
“How much did he have to pay, Mistress?”
“Hmmm….. I don’t remember him the dollar amount.”
“I’m sure it was a pretty penny. So what happened to me once I cruelly put you up for bids?”
“I don’t remember you coming up again….”
“That’s fair…. Though I might have enjoyed watching you squirm as they bid up the price…. How did that feel as they bid for you Mistress?”
“Well …. Humiliated, Salve…”
“But a turn on too, I’d bet…. All those men…. Wanting you. Putting their money where their cocks are, so to speak?”
“I must say it had an appeal….”
“And once he claimed you, what did he do with his prize.”
“There was an inspection, Slave … not just him …. He let all the men inspect me.”
I imagined Mistress, M holding her leash, squirming in her wanton way as she was forced to undergo such vile treatment, as their fingers pinched and probed.
‘Nilla could have a field day with this one.
“And then, Mistress?”
“Well there was some cock sucking…. He made me suck several men’s cocks.”
“How was that Mistress?”
“Kind of hot slave…. So many penises. I lost track.”
“Did he finally take you away from all those men?”
“Yes, Slave. To some fancy hotel suite.”
“Was there spanking?”
“Not so much….but lots of fucking….lots of it.”
No wonder Mistress lost track of her orgasm count. I imagined her being led through this tale of debauchery … her trusty Hitachi in hand.
And did M have the opportunity to share in the ecstacy, Mistress?
“Oh yes…. It’s pretty dramatic when he comes, Slave. I think he had been saving it for a bit.”
“Was M surprised by all your orgasms, Mistress….he can pull a lot from you, can’t he?”
“He’s humble Slave … he gives the Hitachi most of the credit … he says it’s a ‘powerful tool’.
No doubt.
And. at about this time in the tale, after making sure Mistress had her fair share of additional orgasms, Slave was begging for permission. With the “all clear” granted I had my own very powerful explosion after my long day in the cage.
Then we both collapsed….it had been a busy day for both of us.
I was going to share with you a few emails that M and I exchanged about how we might keep Mistress content in the days to come, but I better prep some for that lecture I have to give this afternoon. So look for those tomorrow.
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