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04
The noise from Miss Susan’s party told me that everyone was having a good time. It was the second gathering she had hosted inside three days but for her at least, this was the far more enjoyable. The first get-together, a celebration of Miss Susan’s new job on national television, had been for colleagues from work, business clients, and her bank manager. Although Miss Susan worked at home she still had people she saw maybe three or four times a month when she went into town to discuss her plans and ideas. I had been present for the whole party, resplendent in a new dark blue suit with a shirt in a paler shade and a dark tie. I had thoroughly enjoyed myself, standing at her side, not quite an equal but obviously her personal guest for the evening.
Tonight though was entirely different. Tonight I was dressed in new clothes once again; only this time the colours were blue and pink with frills. I had on a pair of panties, which were underneath a pair of tight jeans. Once I had finished the cooking I had changed, there was no top laid out for me and I knew I would be on display. To my horror I had seen that the jeans, although smart and tidy were worn very low on the hips whereas my panties were much deeper and no matter how I tried I couldn’t get the denim to hide the lace band at the top. I realized this was no error on Miss Susan’s part and, swallowing hard, had left the room for my inspection only to have the panties pulled up even higher, giving me a very uncomfortable wedgie and the guests an uninterrupted view of my underwear. It also gave me a very hard cock; I loved the feel of the silky material, and the knowledge that everyone was in no doubt as to what I was wearing and why. I knew I would be in a constant state of arousal until I was allowed release.
We had been together for five years, I was a boy no longer, my work had given me, so Miss Susan told me, a body to be proud of, and she intended that I should show it off for her friends who either practised a similar lifestyle to our own, or at least knew all about it. I had done this on numerous occasions in the past but never to so many at once. The whole thing was a bit daunting to say the least.
For now though, I was not needed, there would be no place for me at the dinner table, and I had finished all the tidying up. I slipped out through the kitchen door, down the hallway and into my own room, closing the door tightly behind me. The bed wasn’t used very often, I spent most nights with Miss Susan, but it was there for when she was away or if I had been punished by isolation. It was also used for teasing, torture and all the stages in-between. The bed had four posts, one at each corner and there were holes at different heights going up. Sometimes I was cuffed to them, or tied with scarves. My ankles could also be attached higher than my wrists leaving me open for all sorts of different activities!
There were straps too, which came across from the sides and held my legs if I was on all fours, or could be used with the ones at chest height to hold me immobile but with my hands free to pleasure my Mistress. These were hidden under the bed for the most part, but would set my pulse racing even if I just saw them when I was cleaning.
With the meal in full flow and the pet of one of Miss Susan’s friends providing a waitress service I undid the snap on my jeans, pulled them down a little and then lay on the satin sheets, which Miss Susan insisted I use. My dick felt so wonderful encased in its silky sheath and for a minute I ran my hand along its length, enjoying the sensations while knowing that I would be in for a very long night. I had a ring around my cock which also separated my balls and made it extremely difficult for me to cum, even with permission, and I had no doubt that I would be expected to show everyone what happened to me while I was wearing it before the evening was over.
I lay back and closed my eyes, but just knowing that the conversations around the table in the other room would be centred on sex, bondage and experiences that Miss Susan and her friends had shared made it impossible for me to think of anything but my relationship with my mistress. I would be expected to retell the details of some of our sessions when I was called into the dining room. Ever since the day I had told Miss Lucy why I was wearing panties Miss Susan had insisted that I spend some of each social gathering being a storyteller. Tonight would be no different, except for the size of the audience, and that thought excited me, causing me to get even harder. There were three men here this evening, I had never told another man what I did, or why. That too would change tonight.
I must have dozed off; I remember hazy images from a dream of Miss Susan and her guests, holding the type of lorgnette that a decorated mask could be attached to, coming towards me, touching, sometimes kissing, sometimes slapping, and laughing, always laughing. I knew I was on my knees, crying tears of desperation whilst anxiously listening for Miss Susan’s command to cum.
“Martin, you need to wake up now.” Miss Susan’s voice and her hand on my shoulder finally broke through my cobweb filled mind and I opened my eyes.
“I’m sorry, Miss Susan.” I leapt to my feet, pulling my jeans over my now fairly soft erection and blushing profusely as I saw the door was wide open and I could be seen by all of the guests who were in the hallway looking in my direction.
“Yes, well, your tardiness will have to be dealt with later, but now you are needed in the lounge.”
“Yes, Miss Susan.” My heart sank, I hadn’t meant to fall asleep but it had been a busy week and it had also been the first time I’d had to myself for at least three days. Slowly I knelt down at Miss Susan’s feet; I didn’t want to leave the room without her knowing how sorry I was.
“Go, I said we will deal with this later. Do not annoy me further.”
It was obvious that, for the time being at least, I could do nothing right and so I once again got to my feet, but this time I did as I had been told.
~*~
The lounge had only been re-decorated a month earlier, the cream and fawns I had become so used to being replaced by more citrus-based yellows, oranges and greens. I hadn’t liked the idea when Miss Susan first mentioned it but none of the shades were bright and as she had applied her magic touch a wonderfully calming oasis had risen before my eyes and now I loved it.
There were, just for a few days, the addition of congratulatory greetings cards from Miss Susan’s friends and family, all of them delighted she was to be a regular presenter on one of the most popular DIY shows on television. Miss Susan was already looking in the newspapers and specialist journals for a place in the country where we could live our lives in a way that suited us far more than the restricted and cramped conditions of her flat allowed.
The six guests were all seated comfortably, brandy snifters in the hands of the men and white wine for the ladies. Miss Susan was very conservative in many ways, rules were to be adhered to and I knew, once we did move out of the town, she would expect the men and women to part company and enjoy separate activities after dinner was finished.
I noticed that the pet who had been waitressing was bent over slightly as she leant against the wall next to the coffee table, her skirt lifted up and tucked into its own waistband and I looked over at Miss Susan to find out what was going on.
“Before you take centre stage, my sweet boy, Jade is to receive ten strokes with the crop for spilling coffee over the lap of Miss Lucy.”
I turned and saw Miss Susan’s best friend was now wearing one of my mistresses evening gowns and I had an awful feeling I should have been awake to help her change. As if reading my mind Miss Susan spoke to me again, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
“I expected you to be available to assist Miss Lucy, as it was she had to deal with a sobbing Jade and a coffee soaked gown alone. For that you too will receive ten strokes once the first punishment has been carried out.”
“Yes, Miss Susan.” I averted my eyes, it was still unusual for me to be punished in company, and I wanted to turn and run. No one would know that I was dreading it however, for my cock pushed against the strong material of my jeans, tenting them as much as it could and the thought of everyone seeing me being reprimanded made me groan aloud.
Jade was the pet of one of Miss Susan’s male friends and he got to his feet, placed his cigar in a large crystal ashtray and then took the crop into his left hand from its place on the coffee table next to the shaking young girl. It always looked very long, thin and dangerous to me, but in the hands of a six foot three, ex-rugby player it took on the appearance of a tooth pick and I began to wonder whether it would survive long enough to be used on me.
“Do you know why you are being punished this way, wench?” The voice, deep and Welsh, resonated around the room causing the tension to increase by at least six notches.
“Yes, Sir. I … I was clumsy and I spilled coffee on Miss Lucy. I apologise to her and you, Sir, it was an accident.”
“I see, do you apologise to me for humiliating me in front of my friends, for showing them what a useless piece of baggage I have to carry around with me, or are you just doing it to save your arse?”
“No, no, Sir, I know I deserve to be punished, I am apologising because I have upset you and your friends. I wouldn’t do that for the world, Sir, I love you and I’m truly sorry.”
I don’t know what it was about hearing someone else beg for forgiveness but I found myself very aroused and anxious to see the punishment being carried out.
The gentleman, who I knew was called Master Jack, raised the crop and swung it through the air with a swish. Jade shook visibly but the leather didn’t make contact with her lily-white skin.
“You will count for me. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master.”
SWISH
“One, Master.”
SWISH
“Two, Master.”
The sound of the leather as it struck home was so loud that there was no doubt it was also extremely painful. Everyone watched, fascinated, and I knew when my turn came I too would be the focus of everyone’s attention. I heard Jade call out ten through her tears and swallowed hard, praying that I wouldn’t let Miss Susan down any further.
“As you don’t have a little skirt on you will remove your jeans for me.” Miss Susan’s voice had changed; it was now hard and cold. She was in control and I knew that to consider doing anything other than obey her would be futile.
I carefully stepped out of my trousers, folded them in half and placed them on the floor by the side of one of the armchairs.
“Such pretty panties, don’t you agree, Jack?” Miss Susan spoke to the Master who had just finished his own punishment.
“Very pretty, you spoil him, Susan. Come here, boy.”
I did as I was told, not wanting to infuriate this man, who had the ability to render me a gibbering idiot should he choose.
“He is rock hard, Susan, I thought this was supposed to be a punishment.” His hand around my cock felt so different to that of my Mistress. Where hers was soft and gentle, his was hard, calloused and more than a little rough.
“He gets off on the pain, but I make sure it hurts him too. I have other punishments, but not ones that are suitable to complete whilst you are here.”
“Let me deal with him. I’ll make sure he remembers this for a long while.” Master Jack smiled, earlier in the evening it made him look younger, more handsome, but now it only succeeding in making him even more scary than he had been just minutes before.
“What a wonderful idea. Martin, thank Master Jack for offering to punish you himself.”
“Please, no, Miss Susan, please punish me. I am yours.” I was panicking, babbling, as I usually did when things got too far out of control for me, but Miss Susan laughed, the fury in her eyes reserved just for me.
“Get over to the wall, the punishment will now be fifteen strokes and crawl.”
I fell to my knees, I already had tears in my eyes, and I made my way across the room to sniggers from the two men and three women who were watching the scene unfold.
“Stand, boy.” Master Jack took my hair in his hand and helped me to my feet. I still wore it long and he was able to get a firm hold. “Your mistress treats you very well and this is how you repay her, I have to say I am appalled. You will assume the same position as my wench.”
“Yes, Sir.” I did as I was told immediately. At least standing that way I wouldn’t be able to see my audience.
“I don’t think I will remove these, they suit you far too well.” Master Jack paused for a moment and I wondered what he would do. His own pet had been naked under her skirt and so her panties hadn’t been a problem. “Instead I think you should keep them like this.” He grabbed a hold of each lacy leg and then forced them up into the crack of my arse until both cheeks were exposed and the front portion was doing nothing more than moulding my cock and balls to its own limited shape.
“So, boy, do you have anything to say before we begin?”
“Yes, Sir.” I didn’t move from my position, knowing that would only increase my punishment. I wasn’t used to being cropped in this way and I felt very vulnerable. “I am sorry I fell asleep and was unable to attend to my duties. It won’t happen again. I deserve all of my punishment and would ask you to begin when you are ready, Sir.”
“Very well. You too will count.”
SWISH
“One … Mi … Sir.” I hadn’t had the luxury of a slight pause and the crop seemed to leave an indentation so deep that it should have reached my bones.
SWISH
“Ow … two … Sir.”
The second strike seemed to be in almost the exact same spot as the first and when the third one landed there also I knew Master Jack was placing his strokes exactly where he wanted them for most effect.
SWISH
“Three … Sir.” I could feel tears now and willed them away. I could also feel my cock straining against my panties and I didn’t know whether I wanted to protect or pump myself. Before I could think straight the fourth strike made contact, harder than the previous three and I moved forward a step as I was enveloped in pain.
When the fifteenth strike had been completed I collapsed to the floor, tears on my face and pre-cum staining my panties. I was breathing so hard I could see bright lights in front of my eyes and I was a mass of pain. I felt the crop as it was pushed against me, Master Jack was searching out my hard on, and then he used a hand to press my back to the carpet and all the guests could see my shame.
“You can have a minute, then I will expect you to be on your feet, understand?”
“Yes … yes, Sir. Master Jack.”
I know I had a little longer than that while the merits of the punishment were discussed as if I wasn’t there. Jade had disappeared, I didn’t see her again for the rest of the evening and no explanation was given for her leaving. Finally I was made to kneel in the middle of the room after my panties were removed and, with one hand on my rock hard cock, and the other massaging my heavy balls, I began telling stories of my humiliations over the years until I was begging to be allowed to cum in front of them all.
Miss Susan, who seemed to have passed my ownership to Master Jack for the evening looked in his direction when I had been refused permission for the fourth time. She knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on very much longer and I watched in apprehension as the tall man came over and, once again, hauled me to my feet.
“So, boy, you want to cum do you?”
“Yes … please, Sir. I need to cum so badly. Please let me, Sir, please.” I wanted to fall to my knees once again but Sir still held me by my hair and then he reached out and placed his other hand around my throat.
I looked round in panic but Miss Susan was sitting, watching and obviously enjoying my predicament, as were her other guests. The pressure on my throat increased and I felt myself gagging against Master Jack’s hand until gradually I began to slip away and then I was gasping for air as he let me loose.
“Leave us. Do not touch yourself until Miss Susan gives you permission and be thankful that you don’t live with me!” Master Jack grasped my cock in his hand and then used my own lubrication to twist it around as he took my balls in his other hand and twisted them in the opposite direction. I cried out in agony, falling to my knees, which only made matters worse. Once I was down he let go and then, as if I no longer existed, turned and made his way back to his seat, leaving me rocking in agony, my own hands now cradling my genitals as I tried to regain some composure.
~*~
The things that happened to me at the party caused me to retreat inside myself and nothing Miss Susan did could change my mood or my memories. I felt betrayed by her because she hadn’t stepped in to rescue me. I also felt I had let myself down, not once arguing or walking away from a situation I wasn’t happy with. I hadn’t even thought of using my safe word until I was actually quite safe behind the closed and locked door of my own bedroom huddled under the covers shaking and crying long after the guests had left and Miss Susan had given up trying to get me to let her in to comfort me.
I had sold my flat four years earlier and so had nowhere to go to work through my confused thoughts and mixed up feelings. In the end, after a brief telephone conversation with my boss, I decided to go home for a long weekend to visit my parents and then do the tourist thing in London. None of my sisters lived at home and it was strange arriving at an almost empty house but, once I was settled back in my old room, in some ways I felt as if I had never left.
My mother was, I knew, itching to ask me what had happened but she was a model of constraint, and she even kicked my father underneath the dining table when he ventured to mention Miss Susan and our relationship. I slept until gone ten on both the Saturday and Sunday I was there, and only got up at nine on the Monday morning because I had a train to catch at eleven. After all my years away it was nice to go back, there was no pressure, no expectations to live up to, we just visited, chatted about old times and relived memories which were pleasant and in some cases hilariously funny. By the time I was sat in my seat on the train on the way to London I realised that although I hadn’t solved any problems I had relaxed and that in itself made my struggle less arduous and definitely less of a challenge to deal with.
London was its busy self and for four days I wandered around soaking up the ambience, the history and the crowds and again enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere and this time the anonymity that went with it. I began to find myself again, to understand what it was I wanted and didn’t want from my life and lifestyle and when I climbed into a taxi at our local train station a week after I had left I was more certain of what I had to do to get the future I deserved.
Miss Susan was out, it was a Friday and she would be in town for her usual meetings and planning sessions. I retrieved my car from the private car park and set off for the supermarket once I realized that there was nothing at home to eat and I was, for the first time in a week, starving.
I heard the key in the lock a little after seven and walked out of the kitchen to see Miss Susan standing in the hallway looking more vulnerable and unsure of herself than I could remember.
I had changed out of my holiday gear and was wearing a pair of older jeans; less restricting than the new ones I had worn the last time I was home, and a t-shirt, which said ‘kiss the chef’ on it. I had no idea what to say and so instead I indicated with my hand and let practicalities take over.
“The meal will be ten minutes, so you have time to get freshened up if you wish.”
“Thank you, Martin. I’ll do that.” Miss Susan disappeared into her room and I returned to the kitchen. My heart was beating so hard and loud in my chest that I was sure it would stop at any moment. I continued with what I was doing until I was aware of Miss Susan in the other room and then I began to serve up the first course before returning to the dining room and taking my seat at the table.
We ate in almost total silence, Miss Susan asking a few questions about my trip but I didn’t feel like talking and in the end she gave up. The meal was delicious, I had spent a lot of time on it and I could tell it was appreciated. Once we had finished Miss Susan retired to the lounge and I went into the kitchen to fetch the coffee. When I went to join her she looked at me and I saw a tear make its way down her cheek.
I stood before her, naked, as I had the first day we dined together, hoping that she would see this gesture for what it was, my clumsy way of trying to move forward whilst at the same time turning the clock back to redefine our relationship. I moved closer and fell to my knees, resting my forehead against her legs as I waited for her to speak.
“Martin, I need you to tell me what is going on. I am truly sorry for what happened last week and I can promise you that Jack won’t be invited to any further parties I host.”
I looked up, my own tears not too far from the surface, but I knew now wasn’t the time for me to break down or falter.
“I was wrong for falling asleep, but it was a genuine mistake. I had put a lot of effort into your parties, when I had the chance to finally relax I just drifted off.” Miss Susan nodded her head, but I didn’t give her the chance to speak. “I know in the lifestyle we have chosen to live together I deserved to be punished, but not by a stranger, and not in front of other people unless I agreed to go along with it. Miss Lucy was one thing, but five guests I didn’t know, that was too much. I felt more than humiliated, I felt used, and I get no pleasure from that.”
I moved back a little, I no longer needed to rest my head on her legs; instead I needed to see her reactions clearly, not by peering up at her.
“I could have used my safe word, I don’t deny that, but I was so terrified, so out of my depth, that it never occurred to me. I did all that you asked of me, all that you needed, last week, Miss Susan, but you did nothing that I needed from you. You promised, early on in our relationship, that it would be fully consensual, we seem to have moved away from that.”
I looked down, Miss Susan was crying openly now and I felt awful but I knew I had to continue.
“I should have said all of this last week, but I couldn’t. I loved you then and I love you now, but I didn’t have it in me at the time to even rationalize how I felt and what I wanted to do next, let alone explain it to anyone else. Now I do and I have. The rest is up to you.”
I stood up and put my hands behind me. I wanted Miss Susan to see that I was still hers, but more than that, I wanted her to see that I trusted her. We had both apologised, and now she had to make up her mind what she wanted from our relationship; for all I knew Miss Susan had made life altering decisions while I had been away too. She may no longer wish us to have any type of commitment to each other.
“Thank you, Martin, for coming back. I know you kept in touch, told me where you were each day and what you had done, but until I saw you this evening I had no idea if you would ever call this home again.” Miss Susan paused and wiped her eyes. “I have learnt a great deal this week, about you, about myself, about us. I don’t want to lose you, not even for a minute. You mean more to me than the lifestyle, the dominance or submission, you are the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I promise you, with all of my heart, that I will never, ever mistreat or let you be mistreated again and I am truly sorry that it happened even once. Please forgive me.”
I nodded, I had run out of words and then Miss Susan patted the sofa and I was beside her, not beneath or behind but beside her and we were kissing, kissing as lovers do, and I knew I was home.
~*~
The next year was a whirlwind. Miss Susan’s programme was a huge hit not only in the UK but also in America and we travelled extensively for almost nine months. Our relationship was back on track and we enjoyed getting to know each other again, taking each step openly and honestly, and enjoying every moment.
While we were away the builders were also very busy, converting the stable block at our new home into two offices and one totally bare but comfortable and functional room. Miss Susan had done all the interior design work, but it was actually carried out by colleagues of hers that she trusted well enough to make her house a home. We had wandered around, hand in hand, from room to room once the travelling was over for a while, both of us excited and almost speechless by what we had achieved.
I had taken over the builders’ merchants I had been working for since I was nineteen and I was now branching out into specialist areas that catered to the type of projects that were becoming more and more popular due to all the DIY shows on television. I was getting work on cable channels myself, and Miss Susan had decided that, if things continued the way they were, we would be able to retire in ten years.
All of that though was far from my mind at I stood in our new playroom, a room that Miss Susan had personally furnished, a room I hadn’t been allowed to see until it was completed. I was naked, as I often seemed to be these days, but I was more than confident in my relationship and my appearance and didn’t mind at all. At twenty-seven I had very little in common with the scrawny nineteen year old that Miss Susan had smiled at in the hallway of our old building. I still knelt at her feet, still licked her pussy until she screamed, and would do anything if only she would let me suck her tits, or even better, fuck my cock through them until she would step back, leaving me panting and desperate to shoot my load all over her nipples so that I could then suck and lick it off.
I had already been laid out on the rack, my arms pulled to their limits, my legs also, and then, with my head raised a little so I missed nothing, I had watched while first of all Miss Susan had pulled at her nipples, licking them as she pushed them towards her beautiful ruby red lips. I longed to reach out, to touch them as well, or to have them dipped into my mouth so that I could suckle on them. That wasn’t to be though, today was a special day and I had been told that good things would come to me only if I waited. Miss Susan just hadn’t said how long that wait would be.
Miss Susan had sat on me as I lay stretched out and vulnerable and I had sucked and nibbled at her until she had come over and over again, screaming out my name as she did so before leaning forward and taking my dick into her warm mouth and sucking me off until she felt the familiar sensations that meant I was close to cumming and then she had climbed off me and the rack and, almost nonchalantly, placed a bag of crushed ice on my cock and balls and laughed aloud as I shrank down to minimal proportions. That delightful torture had been repeated over and over, the heat of Miss Susan’s mouth followed by the agonizing cold of the ice, until I was crying and pleading for release, any sort of release.
I had then been freed but only so I could be bent over a horse; a padded one like the gymnasts’ use, and my hands had been cuffed at each end, my ankles were secured to the legs and I knew I was in trouble. A cat o nine tails had been used all over my back, the strands often finding their way between my legs and around my balls. I cried out, begging to be released, but Miss Susan had just smiled and struck me again. She had moved around so she stood in front of me and then the smile had got wider as she produced a pair of nipple clamps joined in the middle by a chain which she proceeded to attach to me, tightening them until my tears fell and I was begging to be free.
“My sweet boy, I have no intention of freeing you, in fact I may keep you here all night, after all, no one can hear you, or even knows the room is used for this purpose. I could leave now, draw the curtains and lock the door. You would be stuck until I returned. Of course, the painters will be here tomorrow, I could just ask them to open up for me.” Miss Susan pulled on the chain as she finished speaking and I moaned. The picture she painted, of the deprivation and the humiliation at being discovered, was turning me on even more than I was already and I felt my cock throb as she spoke.
“Please, Mistress, may I cum? Please.” I knew I would be denied, but I loved the idea of being naked and helpless and Miss Susan knew it.
“What would you do? If I let you ejaculate that is?”
“Anything, anything, Miss Susan. You could beat me, I would suck your pussy every night for a week and not ask to cum at all. Please, Miss Susan … plea …Arghhh.” I felt her hand wrap itself around me and then slowly, so slowly she began to pump up and down.
“You may not cum, I don’t think you need it enough yet.”
“Ohhhh.” I couldn’t believe it. She was playing with me, I could feel her other hand at my anus, first one finger, then two, then three inside me, moving in rhythm with my cock and driving me mad. I tried to pump back, tried to speed things up but Miss Susan just flicked my cock and forced her fingers apart in my arse and then suddenly she was gone, no contact, hardly any sound and tried to move, to see where she was, but couldn’t.
“Beg me, my sweet boy, beg to suck my penis, beg for that.”
I jumped at the sound but nodded. I didn’t know what she meant but I was so desperate now I would have agreed to just about anything.
“I’ll suck you, Miss Susan, if you had a cock I would suck it, I would take it all the way down my throat like you do for me. Please, Miss Susan, pretend you have a cock so I can suck it, then we can cum together.” I was getting into this, my mouth was making the noises Miss Susan made when she worked her way up and down my dick and she moved in front of me again and I could see she had put on a sort of harness with a long flesh coloured dildo attached to it.
“Oh, God!” My words came out as a groan and I felt my spunk boiling in my balls. “Please, Miss Susan, fuck my arse, let me suck you and then fuck me.” Six years we had been together and Miss Susan had never shown any inclination to use this type of thing. I had taken a dildo up the arse, but usually they had been put in and then my panties had been pulled up high and I would walk around all day on a Saturday with it in place. This was different, exciting, scary, and wonderfully different.
“I will release your arms, I want you to hold your little cheeks open for me. I am going to make love to you, my sweet boy, and you will cum when I tell you to.”
There was no danger of me not following that instruction. I was so hard, so excited, I was worried I would shoot as soon as Miss Susan penetrated me, but then the ice appeared again and, as I was lubricated from behind, the cold seemed to reach my core.
Once I was ready Miss Susan moved around the front and slid a large mirror underneath the horse. When that was done she carefully put a pair of my panties about six inches from the end of the glass.
“If you can reach your little knickers I will let you wrap my undies around your penis and make yourself cum for me.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” My voice was more of a plaintive cry than anything else. The thought of being given permission to do one of my favourite things was almost too much for me, and I had to will myself to ignore my own dick as I watched Miss Susan’s large cock in front of me and then I tentatively stuck my tongue out and licked at the phallus.
“Take it, take it all.” Miss Susan pushed into my mouth, slowly at first, but then with firmer strokes until I was gagging and the head was banging against my throat. I tried to remember things I had read or watched and began swallowing. I wasn’t as good as my Mistress, but I did manage to get almost two-thirds of it in my mouth before Miss Susan kindly removed it.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Miss Susan.”
She moved around behind me and I made sure that her path was unhindered as I held myself apart for her. The first feeling was a shock and I know I moved away from her. It seemed so big, so solid, but so was I.
“Push back.” I did as I was told and gradually, very slowly I was impaled on my love’s cock. Nothing could have prepared me for the feelings that flooded through me. I felt subservient, empowered, used and controlling. Each time Miss Susan thrust into me I fucked her back until she was so far in I could feel the heat from her body against my cheeks.
“You may let go now and I want you to pull on your nipple clamps … harder.” I managed to keep the chain up so that Miss Susan could see what I was doing. The pain was exquisite, mingling with those from my butt and almost causing me to go into sensory overload.
“Please, Miss Susan, may I touch my cock now, please?”
“You may hold it, but no movement.”
I did as I was told, but I so wanted to begin pumping, and in the end, after no more than thirty seconds, I could hold back no longer.
“Please, Mistress, please, I can’t … please let me move.”
“Good boy, you have done so well. You may cum, play with yourself and shoot your load as far as you can.”
“Yes, Miss Susan.” The words came out as a sob and I began to pump away, my hand becoming a blur in the mirror beneath me. I was crying out, the pressure building, my balls were churning, my cock, shiny, hot and so hard suddenly jerked in my fingers and the spunk shot out, it flew over the mirror, past my panties and landed on the floor just in front of them.
“Arghhh! Ohhh, God!” I was being held up by the horse, my legs no longer had any strength in them and then I felt Miss Susan speed up again.
“I’m … oh, Martin, I’m cumming, I am cumming and fucking your arse. Ohhhhhh, Ohhh, yes, YES!”
With her cock still deep in me Miss Susan collapsed across my back. She reached round and pulled off the nipple clamps and I cried out again, but far more weakly than usual. Then we just lay there, neither one of us wanting or being able to move.
Gradually though the world came back into focus and we both stirred. Miss Susan stood up, removed her harness and then crouched down to release me. Once that was done she turned me around and held me close as we kissed.
“Well, my sweet boy, I think we just consummated our marriage, what do you think?”
“Oh, yes, Miss Susan, and it was wonderful, thank you.”
“You are welcome, lets go in and run a nice hot bath and just relax for a while.”
I didn’t say anything, instead I nodded and took hold of her hand, her wedding ring glinting in the late afternoon sun as we opened the door and walked, naked, across our garden and into the beautiful lounge of our new home. As we closed the patio doors Miss Susan pressed gently on my shoulder and I dropped to my knees beside her. She placed a kiss on my head and I looked up in adoration. It wasn’t for everyone, this lifestyle we had chosen, but now, as the husband of the most wonderful woman in the world, I knew I had found my place in life, and no one can ask for more than that.
The End.
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