An Appointment with Mistress's Strap-On

On Friday night, Mistress put me on notice:

“ Tomorrow afternoon I’m going to fuck you in the Ass, Slave.”

It had been a couple of weeks since Mistress had deployed her starp-on.  I was punished last weekend in the windy city for forgetting to pack it for our wedding trip. That shoe-horn hurt.

Her advance notice always sends a ripple of humiliation induced arousal down my back, that settles into my balls, tightening them in anticipation. Mistress is learning how to press her Slave’s buttons with a cruel efficiency.

On Saturday morning, after I did my homework, I returned to bed when summoned. As Mistress read my entry I deployed our “crystal cock” (CC), a lovely, long, ribbed masterpiece, about 8 inches long, that we bought at a high end sex shop in Gotham about a year or so ago. Sliding under the covers, I licked her teasingly until her juices were flowing, then slowly slid the CC into her, moving it back and forth a bit in response to the undulations of her hips. The CC and my tongue soon brought Mistress to a lovely series of shuddering, moaning quakes that seemed to please her. And then Mistress gave me permission to take my reward.

Afterwards, we enjoyed a long bike ride in surprisingly moderate temperatures for Mid-January. Lunch was a surprise Birthday party for old friends, but on the way Mistress reminded me what I was in store for later that afternoon. “Are you ready, Slave?” 

Back home, after negotiating our drive schedule for the evening with one of the surly teens through a series of text messages (She was downstairs we were upstairs, far too big a distance to talk in person), Mistress slid into some alluring lingerie and then her strap-on.  The sight of her strong, luscious body ready to take  me that way always gets me going.  But I was to be denied a bit longer.

“First a Nap. Then your ass is mine, Slave”. She told me the time when I was allowed to wake her.

As she rolled over under the covers, she required me to press my naked, and by now thickening, cock against her soft bottom. I think she enjoyed the tease.  She knew by now I was more than anxious for her assault to commence.

I passed the time digging into the new political sensation, “Game Change”, wondering who was the bigger liar, John Edwards or Bill Clinton.  Unclear. But of the two, there is no doubt about who the BETTER Liar is.

At the appointed time I let my still full cock prod against Mistress a bit more insistently. She slowly woke, asking me to confirm the time.

As she rolled over toward me, I could feel the hard plastic of her strap-on poke against my belly. Her fingers slid down to insistently prod my cock into full attention. Mistress likes it nice and hard before she turns her attention to my ass.

“Get in position, My Slave.”

I did, pressing a pillow under my hips, to give her a better angle of attack. She made sure the tip of her phallus was positioned properly and slowly sank into me.

“How’s that Slave”.

My moan as she filled me gave her the answer. And the moans turned into the little whimpers that she likes as she increased the tempo of her thrusts into me.

As she fucked me, slowly at first, and then with less discipline as her own arousal became apparent, she cross examined me on why this turned me on so much, insisting that I answer her.   My less than cogent responses had something to do the unsubtle reminder that she is in charge, that I am her Slave, and that she can do anything and everything she wants to my body for her own pleasure.

At about this time in our dialog Mistress lost all control, pounding herself against my bottom and crying out as she buried her face into my shoulder. But she got a second win and continued to fuck me, now more slowly and deliberately until confirming that her Slave “had enough”.

Climbing from the bed, Mistress shed her strap on and told me to insert my little white probe as a surrogate for “her” cock. I did that, standing next to the bed, facing my reclining Mistress as she watched my cock twitch at eye level before her. 

The probe is a bit longer and fuller than Mistress’s strap-on, and seems to make my flesh and blood cock all the harder and more desperate. Reaching out, Mistress pulled my cock to her for closer inspection, and used her fingers and mouth on her standing Slave until she had me begging to fuck her for fear that my seed would be wasted on the bed linens.

Finally and with an amused tone Mistress allowed me to mount her. She laid back, no doubt tired from her exertions, allowing me to press her hands over her head, and feed on her firm nipple as I took my turn at filling her as completely as she had filled me moments earlier. By the time I was given permission to come, it was with a shuddering force that took both of us by surprise.

“Good Slave”, Mistress said as I rested, spent, on top of her.  It’s always nice to get positive feedback.

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Mistress Likes to Tease

Mistress enjoys telling me about the men who flirt with her during the course of her day. It’s a reminder that under our contract she has retained the right to fuck anyone she pleases, with the understanding that she will share the details with me.

For reasons that are hard to articulate, when Mistress talks about her flirtations, or tells me that man she runs into is attractive to her, speculating about how it would be to suck his cock, it’s a huge turn on for me. That humiliation – the thought of my mistress be serviced by or serving other men and enjoying it - reinforces my status as her Slave. And that is a powerful thing.

Yesterday, when Mistress was sitting in her “throne” in my office, and I was on my knees, my face planted between her legs, sucking her juices through those alluring black tights, she talked about the man she had just spent lunch with at a meeting with a client.

“Someone flirted with me today, Slave”.

“Oh…tell me, Mistress” as I looked up briefly, seeing that “cat that ate the canary” look in her eye.

“Yes. The client may have me traveling some with him.”

“Where, Mistress?”, I asked returning to my task.

“Several big cities, possibly. He’s from D.C…said he’d take me to that restaurant we like so much when I come to town.”

By now, the combination of Mistress’s taste and scent, and her teasing words had my cock straining against the hard steel of the cage she had locked on me early that morning.

“What’s he like, Mistress?”

“Very Sophisticated. About my age. Attractice.“

By now Mistress was wet and squirming in the chair pressed against my office door, and I had her slide up a bit to let me pull down her tights to the tops of her black boots.

As we maneuvered her back into position, legs spread just enough for me to slide my mouth into her silky and very wet folds, I asked, “Does he want you Mistress?”

“Maybe, Slave.”

“And you? Did you imagine sucking his cock?”

Mistress’s seemingly affirmative response was a bit indecipherable, because my tongue and lips found the sweet spot that pressed her gently but firmly over the edge. Her hips bucked against me for a long 60 seconds or she tried with apparent success to conceal the sounds of her pleasure from my more industrious colleagues heard just beyond the door, where they were conferring on weighty matters.

Once she was satisfied and more composed, we stood, and her hand pressed against the hard steel of my cage through my navy dress trousers. My eyes shut and I quietly groaned at this frustrating contact . My cock was pressing painfully against its little prison.

“You like it when I can pleasure you here but can’t get anything in return, don’t you, Mistress?

“Of course, Slave. Wish I had the key?”

“Right now? Very much.”

“Would you actually do it in here? During work?

“Right now, I’d do you right across my desk, Mistress. If only….”

“Maybe I will surprise you some day”.

A Slave can only hope.

Mistress Takes What She Wants When She Wants It.

At around 4:00 am, Slave was woken by fingers teasing my flaccid cock.  I faked sleep for a few moments, as Mistress used her well manicured nails to stroke me until my I began to thicken for her, as she knew it would.

“mmmm”, I murmured, signaling that I was now conscious, if not alert.

“Do you mind?”, she asked. As if I would. As if it mattered.

“Of course not, Mistress. It’s your cock, to use when it pleases you. However it pleases you.”

Yes, it is”, she said, renewing her efforts.

By now my cock was hard, but not hard enough to suit Mistress. She likes me desperate. She folded the blanket and sheet back, moving her mouth to me. She’s been practicing this a good deal lately, and I am the beneficiary. Soon she had me squirming and begging. 

Meanwhile my hand had wormed its way between her legs, spending some time on a little teasing of my own. Mistress was wet and ready for me whenever she decided the time had come.

She rolled over, giving my hands better access to her slippery folds, and I worked her with my fingers, building her to a nice one. But she was impatient.

“Fuck me now, Slave.”

“Gladly”.

I rolled over and onto Mistress. Sliding inside was a joy as always. And soon Mistress was making those little sounds I like, as I held her arms over her head.

Sometimes I wonder where her head goes in these moments. She seems so focused on the rhythm we build together. And as I press hard against her sliding to and fro for the best friction I can build against her, she shudders and quakes with a groan that makes me feel like a worthy slave. Once I have taken her there, I can focus on my own pleasure, and was soon begging for permission. Which she granted generously.

I came suddenly, gasping, in  a magnitude that seemed as if I had been denied for days, when in fact Mistress had allowed me to take her only hours earlier, before dinner.   Is all this sex building up my sperm volume? Making me need it every 8 hours or so?  Can you be a sex addict to your wife?

As we slid back to sleep, I asked Mistress what provoked this mid-sleep assault. After all, she does like her beauty rest. It’s usually the Slave who wakes up hard and horny.

Already fading back to sleep she said, “I was a little restless and decided I wanted your hard cock. Now go back to sleep, Slave”.

“Yes, Mistress.”

The Very Merciful Mistress / HNT

When we hear from our friend M, as I did yesterday, about how his Mistress lays into him with a wooden paddle, I realize what a merciful Mistress Molly has been these last few months. In fact, she can be a bit of a pushover (don’t tell her I said so!).

While I get an occasional thwacking, it is not sustained or overly painful. In fact, the only real “discipline” I get is our weekly Abstinence Day, when Mistress gets the pleasure and I am supposed to put mine on hold for 24 hours. But as you will see from today’s tale, Mistress sometimes relents before my full 24 hours are over.

Yesterday morning began early. I woke and slid the steel ring around the base of my cock and balls while things were still loose and pliable for the sometimes ouchy smushing required for that task.

After I completed my homework assignment, I crept upstairs at around 7 am, to wake the teens and Mistress. Since it was my abstinence day, I knew that I would have to contain myself, but certainly wanted the chance to worship Mistress. I handed her the laptop, and as she read, I buried myself between her legs, munching and slurping away until she began to squirm, while chuckling a bit at the good and goofy parts. When she was done reading, and the laptop set aside, I went to work in earnest, and soon Mistress was coming in a series of little jerks and moans that I rode out with her, my lips struggling to say secured to that little spot they had latched onto for her pleasure.

When she was fully satisfied, she reached down for me and gently pulled my head up to kiss me, getting a taste of her own juices as a bonus.

She fondled my hardened cock for a few moments, as was her right, then pushed me off for my trip to the shower as she turned her attention to other matters on her computer. After showering, I presented my self to her, and she closed the lock on my cage.

Secured away, I headed off to work. Mistress had business of her own to attend to – a drive to our flat state capitol – but mid-day she sent me a lovely photo of her full and sensual breast, manicured fingers splayed across a nipple, as a bit of a tease. Wish I could share it with you, but Mistress considered it a bit too revealing . (Maybe I can coax her into something else).

As we talked through the day, Mistress asked how my cage felt….she’s impressed with its industrial solidity. And I told her it was tight. Every time she asks, I get that little twinge of arousal, from her reminder that she holds the key.

By the time I arrived home, I was conscious of the fact that it would be a long evening without the chance to fuck mistress to completion.

Mistress was very well dressed for the business meeting she had attended. The Black dress, colorful jacket, tights and boots must have turned a few heads on the streets and in the corridors of the Capitol. I wanted my worship time when I saw her, and she obliged, stripping away her outer garments, reclining on the bed, and letting me feed at her smooth thighs and damp fur.

Once pleased with my work, she offered to unlock my cage, which was her first act of mercy for the evening. My cock was more than content when given the chance to stretch out and breath after a long day on lock down.

“I think I want that cock later tonight, Slave”, Mistress said, reaching to fondle for a few brief seconds.

“But it’s Abstinence Day, Mistress.”

“Yes, of course. But you can still fuck me with it. You just can’t come. Isn’t that right, Slave?”

“Of course. I am ‘up’ for that”, I punned.

I would be more than happy to oblige. The pleasure of having my cock slide inside her, even without going over the edge, is more than worth the frustration.

Once the teens were fed and off to their land of full electronic media emersion, we retired to our bedroom. Mistress found what turned out to be a pretty lame movie to watch (oddly, involving a man conspiring to get his wife to cheat on him) and we settled in for the night.

Mistress’s proximity, and the knowledge that I would be required to fuck her sometime that evening, but would not be allowed to come, already had my cock and balls tingling, full and on edge. Anticipatory frustration.

As the movie became increasingly tedious (and it’s hard to make a tedious movie about sex and adultery), my hand wandered between Mistress’s legs, gently caressing her through the lacy panties she had slid into before bedtime. I could detect the slightest squirm from Mistress’s hips in response to my gentle caresses, which I took as a sign of encouragement.

Soon my head turned away from the screen and into Mistress right breast, taking a nipple between my teeth and lips for some gentle but persistent sucking. Mistress liked this. When I attempted to turn away to catch a scene from the movie that seemed more “interesting”, her arm captured my head and kept me pressed where she wanted it. Very Mistressy. Her commanding grip sent a jolt through my cock, bringing it to full attention.

In due course, the TV was turned off, and Mistress came with a sudden jerk and moan against the fingers that had been working away at her.

“I want that cock now, Slave”, she directed, her hands gripping what was hers. And I was more than ready.

I slid into her, using my skills and taxed will power to contain myself while working to please her. To throw a little fuel on the fire, I asked her to consider how she would feel if some would be Dom took his pleasure from her but denied her permission to come.

“I wouldn’t like it, Slave”, she mumbled through low moans as I worked at her with my very hard tool.

As my torment mounted, Mistress weakened.

‘What if I let you come, Slave? Would that me bad?”

“ Well I would certainly like that, Mistress,” I responded with understatement. Of course, I was desperate, though I knew a few more hours of denial would not kill me.

After a bit of back and forth in which I conveyed the extent of my desperation, Mistress relented. “OK, Slave. You will be allowed to come. But first I want to be on top.”

We reversed position, Mistress mounted me, letting her soaking cunt slide greedily down my full length. Then she took charge, pressing and pumping hard against me with increased urgency until she had one of those groaning explosions that left her limp and shuddering with little after shocks. Mistress seemed to get her own enjoyment from her decision to show mercy. She rolled off me then in her exhaustion, and murmurred “fuck me now, Slave.”

Happy to oblige, and knowing I had permission, I slid over and into her. I was in no hurry now, and worked my way to the top and backed down again a few times before finally asking for the right to release myself from my abstinence day vows. I came with what seemed like the sound of a bear rudely awoken from a January hibernation, my cocking spitting home made lava. Wow.

I am a very lucky Slave.