THE CHANCE ENCOUNTER-2: THE WORMTURNS
Chapter 1
And so my life as Samâs slave began. Monday to Friday the rules were simpleâwhile she was at work I was free to go to workâsomething I only did 2-3 days a week nowâor play golf. But Sam would return home at 5:30 sharp and I had to be there kneeling and naked at the front door to show her my cock cage and collar, the two symbols of my servitude to her. Monday afternoon I got home a bit later than planned. I was held late by a clientâa big oneâso it was almost 5:25 when I ran in the door. I raced to the bedroom to remove my clothing, put it away neatly, and return to the door. I was only there two minutes when I heard it open.
She walked in, radiant in her scrubs, but it was obvious sheâd had a shitty day. âYou cut it a bit close today, didnât you, slave?â
âIâm sorry, Mistress, I couldnât get away from a big client. I raced home to be here for you. How can I serve you?â
Sam walked to the big leather chair in the living room and dropped the scrubs to the floor. She sat down and spread her legs. âIâve been sweating my ass off all day. The goddamn air conditioning broke again so my pussy is probably ripe.â
âThatâs OK, Mistress. Iâll love it anyway, and, Mistress, I would gladly remove your clothes for you.â
âJust get in here and eat this cunt. If I donât cum soon I swear Iâll go crazy.â I dove in tongue first, starting on her labia and working my way in toward her slit. She was right, her cunt reeked, but thatâs the breaks when youâre a slave. I lived to please my mistressâa good tasting cunt wasnât part of the bargain. âSlave, Iâm not in the mood for a long slow job. Just make me cum and then you can wash me. Plus, Iâve been saving something for you. I havenât used the toilet all afternoon.â I got to work, licking and sucking her clit while I fingered her pussy, reaching for her sensitive G-spot. She jumped up suddenly. âCâmon, I gotta go. We can finish this in the shower.â
I raced behind her, sliding into position beneath her cunt just before she let loose. Her stream, more like a manâs because of the volume sheâd built up, hit me in the cheek until I moved and opened my mouth. âGood boy,â she told me, âyou know what to do with it, donât you?â I nodded slightly as I swallowed a mouthful. When she finished I moved up to lick her clean and continue her toward her orgasm. I sucked her button between my teeth. Between the nibbling, sucking, and licking she came quickly and hard, collapsing into my arms. I helped her up, removed her top and bra and turned on the water to lovingly wash her lush body. âDid anyone comment on your collar today?â
âYes, Mistress, I told them it was a loving gift from my new girlfriend. Several noticed there was no way to take it off so I told them that was the idea.â
âAnd how was your cage? I imagine youâd like to take it off.â
âI was proud to wear it, Mistress. Itâs a symbol of my dedication to you, of my love for you.â
âIâll let you take it off one of these daysâwhen I want to fuck you. Then I think Iâll want it back on again. Weâll see.â
âAs you wish, Mistress.â I finished washing her and she allowed me to clean myself. I turned off the water and led her out. I toweled her dry and helped her into her robe before addressing my own needs. I made dinner and we ate, mostly in silence. She retired to the living room while I cleared the table and took care of the dishes. I joined her later, sitting appropriately at her feet. I bent down, taking one foot into my hands. I massaged it and kissed her toes; then I took care of the other. I was just about to massage her legs when she pulled me up to bed.
She lay on her stomach, her hips up inviting me to kiss and lick her asshole. I pushed my tongue between her tight cheeks, finding her rosebud and teasing it with the tip. Sam moaned appreciatively. âPush your tongue in and finger my cunt. Find my G-spot and make me cum.â When I had done as she requested she pushed me onto my back and rubbed my balls. Using the cage was much like a cock ring that encircles both cock and balls. The scrotum is pushed forward, the balls squeezed tightly into a much smaller space than normal. The result was that my ball sac was tight and hard. The lightest pressure was magnified tenfold. Her gentle rubbing drove me crazy. Tentatively, I asked, âMay I cum, Mistress?â
Sam thought about it for a while before denying my request. âMaybe tomorrow, if youâre a good boy.â
Tuesday I got home early from golf around two. I showered, making my body presentable for my Mistress. Once again I greeted her, my collar and cage on display for her. Again, she peed on me, requiring me to swallow and again I ate her juicy pussy twice and her ass once. She did not allow me to cum.
By Friday I had given her a ton of sex and orgasms but I had received nothing back. That would have been OK, but the cageâs effect on my balls, combined with the rubbing she had given me several times, made me hurt. It felt like I had blue balls. I asked Sam, âMistress, my balls are aching. They feel like blue balls. May I please cum?â
Her reply was terse, âIâll decide when you can cum. Thatâs the way it works, doesnât it? Iâm getting tired of your whining. Lie on the bed and stay there.â I did as instructed until she returned with the cuffs and rope. Soon I was tied to the bed posts, my legs spread wide tied together by a rope that ran under the bed. âDonât even think of getting loose. I was a girl scout and I know how to tie knots. Iâll be right back.â She came back with the riding crop. It was about two feet long with a 3 by 4-inch piece of leather on the end. âYou may think your balls hurt now, but when Iâm done they really will.â She toyed with me a few times, rubbing the leather and crop against my balls. In their current condition I was miserable, but I knew better than to complain. She took a short swing, connecting firmly with my scrotum. I couldnât help myself; I simpered like a baby, âPlease, Mistress, Iâll be good. I wonât complain any more.â She gave me another firm swatâit felt like Iâd been hit with a baseball bat. Ten times she imposed her discipline on my balls. When she was done she told me to sleep on the floor.
I awoke around three. It was still dark, but I knew I was in big trouble. My body had betrayed meâIâd had a wet dream. My ejaculate was spread all over the carpet. I tried to lick it up but all I did was spread it around. When Sam woke around eight I was on my knees, my head down in disgrace. âMistress,â I begged, âIâm so sorry. I didnât do it to displease you. I had a wet dream. See, my cage is still in place. It just happened. Iâm so sorry.â
âSlave,â she looked at me with scorn on her face, âdonât you have any control of your body. Youâre not a teenager, you know. Clean up this mess while I decide what to do with you.â I thanked her and got to work, using some wet towels to soak up much of the semen and dry ones to blot the carpet dry. I put everything into the hamper. I would do the laundry later in the day. That was also one of my jobs. It was about twenty minutes later that I walked into the kitchen. I could see the dining room table was set up and Sam was holding the paddle. I didnât say a word. I walked over to the table and bent down. It took her less than a minute to fasten the rope to my wrists. A minute later my ankles were also secured. I turned back, âIâm so sorry, Mistress. I told you I needed to cum. I can usually go longer but Iâve been giving you so much sexual pleasure. It has an effect on me, Mistress, but I know that I need to be disciplined. I donât blame you. Itâs all my fault.â She gave me thirty and when she finished my ass was bleeding. I wasnât sitting down any time soon.
âThe worst part about thisâI was planning on fucking you today, but after this–forget it. Youâll have to make do taking care of me.â I knelt before her and kissed her feet. She melted at my gesture and told me to get up. âLetâs get you some ice for that. I got a little carried away.â
âNo, Mistress, I deserved itâand more. Iâve been very bad. May I try to make it up to you today?â I gave her my best all day and all night. She allowed me to get back into the bed that night.
Chapter 2
The following week my Mistress allowed me to take the cage off for half an hour. I was permitted to jerk off to avoid another involuntary ejaculation. She even helped me by rubbing my balls. She made me keep the ring on so my scrotum was really tight around my heavy testicles. Her touch was exquisite and when I came she, once again, gathered all my semen requiring that I lick her fingers clean and swallow my entire load.
On Friday night she told me we were going outâa friend was having a small get together. I picked out some good white wine for my Mistressâs enjoyment. I wouldnât be allowed any. I drove to the address she gave me. When I got out of the car she fastened the leash to my collar. I followed her into the apartment to the exclamations of her friends. âHoly shit, I didnât believe it when you told me, Sam, and if I wasnât seeing it now I still wouldnât.â
âSo, Sam, what does your slave do?
âAnything I tell him to, right slave?â
âYes, Mistress, I do whatever you tell me to do.â
One of the women, chubby and big-titted scoffed. âSo what if he says that, prove it. Letâs see him in action.â
âVery well,â Sam replied, âSlave, remove your clothes and come over here.â I started with my sneakers, tucking the socks into each one. I dropped my shorts and removed the boxers, folding them neatly on top of my shoes. My shirt came off last. I walked to Sam and knelt before her, my head down in submission.
âWhatâs that on his cock?â
âTell them, slave.â
I turned to face the women, showing them the cock cage. âThis is a cock cage,â I began, âit ensures that I do not play with myself or get an erection or have an orgasm without my Mistressâs permission. I have worn it ever since my Mistress agreed to show me her love through her domination and control of me. Iâm very lucky to be her slave.â
âWant more proof?â Sam asked. âSlave, come here, remove my panties and eat my cunt.â I smiled at her. There was nothing I enjoyed more than pleasuring her with my mouth. She lifted her hips to facilitate the removal of her panties. I handed them to her, pulled her to the edge of the chair and dove between her legs. I put my mouth over her entire pussy as I had the first time I ever tasted her and sucked mightily. I could see the rapture on her face as she gripped my head, pulling me even closer to her. Sam began grunting and groaning as I began to get to her. I fingered her clit, finding it hot to the touch. Sam exploded into my face, squirting several times. This was all the reward I could ask for.
Sam looked at her astonished friends until chubby big-tits asked if she could get some of this, too. âOf course,â Sam replied, âjust take off your clothes and get in line. Take care of them, slave.â I turned on my knees just as chubby sat on a folding chair, opened her legs and pushed her meaty pussy toward me. I did the same thing for her that I had done for Sam. Her labia were so thick that I was able to gnaw on them, adding to the sensations she felt. I got her off in only four minutes. The next two I handled in the same manner, but the last woman asked for something different, âI need to get fucked. Can he fuck me, Sam?â
âOnly if you have some condomsâno condom, no fucking; I have to protect himâand me, too.â The woman produced a new package from her purse. I returned to Sam; she removed the key from her neckâit had joined the Allen wrench right after I had put the cock cage on the first time. She unlocked the padlock and I slid the cage from my cock. âKeep the ring on, slave. Put the cage back on when you finish.â
âMistress, what will happen if I cum? All this pussy sucking has made me really horny. I donât wish to displease you.â
âOh, go ahead, even you are entitled to some fun once in a while.â I took the condom from the woman and rolled it on my cock. She had lain on the floor so thatâs where I joined her, rubbed my cock into her slit finding her wet and ready. I pushed in and she squealed with delight, âFuck, Sam, heâs so fucking big. This is going to be fantastic. Youâre the best friend ever.â I lifted her legs to get at her G-spot and finger her asshole. As I did I heard the door open and a new guest enter. He was told to get in lineâheâd be next. My partner was calling for, âFaster! Harder!â so I complied, ramming my cock into her until she came, shaking beneath me. I had also come, squirting what seemed to be a gallon of semen into the condom.
I disposed of the condom, rose to my knees and saw the guy. His cock was hard and red. I glanced at Sam and she nodded. Under other circumstances I might have twisted his balls off and bitten through his organ, but to do so would offend and embarrass my Mistress. Instead, I licked his head and took his cock deep into my mouth. Like the others in this group he came quicklyâdidnât these people ever get any sex? I crawled back to Sam, reinstalled and locked my cock cage, sitting naked at her feet while everyone else dressed. I remained naked throughout the party.
Shortly after ten my Mistress asked me to get her some wine. I rose to my feet, walked to the kitchen and poured her some of the select Chardonnay I had brought from my cellar. I returned to my position where I remained until Sam complained she wasnât feeling well. I turned, seeing her in obvious distress. I jumped to my feet, dressed hurriedly, and went to her side. She told me she was feeling faint; I helped her to her feet and when she staggered I picked her up into my arms. I thanked everyone for allowing me to service them and carried Sam out to the car. We were home in less than twenty minutes. âI donât understand,â she slurred, âI didnât have much to drink.â
âI know,â I replied, âitâs the âroofie.ââ
âHuh?â was all she could say before she passed out.
Chapter 3
One of the great things about being an architect and builder is that I could get almost anything I wanted in a house. I had designed my house and built it; I carried Sam to the secret room. I had told my workers that it was going to be a âsafe room,â but, in reality, it served another purpose entirelyâit was my game room. You wouldnât find a pool table, ping pong, foosball, or any other family game hereâthis was a place for adult games and some of the equipment here was of my own design. I opened the secret panel and carried the unconscious Sam in. I dropped her unceremoniously on a couch, removed her clothing, and positioned her on my horseâkind of a pommel horse one might see in a gymnastics meet, but with restraints for her arms and legs. I put a large towel under her, placed her carefully, and fastened her restraints. Finally, I dropped a blanket over her body.
I removed the chain from her neck, opened the padlock on my cage and removed the entire device, rubbing my cock and balls for several minutes. I was so stimulated I decided to jerk off. Stroking my cock strongly, it was only minutes before I was able to cum again. With semen clinging to my body I headed to the showerâIâd swallowed enough cum for one evening! Sam didnât know it, but she was going to be disciplined. She was almost a total failure as a mistress, but I had strong feelings for her so I was still hopeful she could work things out with me.
What a lot of people donât realize is that a master-slave relationship isnât all that different from regular relationships. There should be give and take in both and they are only successful if both parties care for each other. I cared for Sam, but did she care for me enough to make it happen? So far all sheâd done was use and abuse me and tonight was not something I would tolerate ever again. Well, Iâd find out in the morning.
I reclined on the couch, pulled a blanket over my naked body, and fell immediately into a deep sleep. I awoke early as usual; Sam was still unconscious. I rose, made coffee and brought two cups back to the game room. I shook Sam gently and she started to come around. âHuh? Where am I? What happened?â She tried to get up, but was unable to move at all.
âWould you care for a little coffee, Mistress? I think it will help you.â I held the cup to her mouth, allowing her to sip. âTo answer your questions not necessarily in orderâyouâre in my game room. Itâs a secret room accessible from the living room. I put you here last night after you passed out. You slept in your present vulnerable position.â
âBut I didnât have very much to drink.â
âNo, it was the âroofieâ I slipped into your wine.â
âWhere could you possibly get a âroofieâ and where could you possibly have hidden it? That doesnât make any sense.â
âOK, I got it from my buddy Sheriff Mike. Heâs been on my payroll for almost twenty years. I can tell you because thereâs no way to find the money or trace it back to me. As to where I hid itâwhat did I wear the entire evening? Yes, my ringâit was wedged between the ring and my balls. I did it because we need to talkâespecially after last night. When weâre finished Iâll tell you all the things that youâll need to punish me for.
âMistress, I eagerly offered to be your slave. What are my responsibilities to you?â
âTo serve me, of courseâsexually and any other way I determine.â
âYes, and I have done that, havenât I?â Sam looked away as I continued, âAnd what are your responsibilities to me?â
âMy responsibilities?â she exclaimed, âWhat do you mean?â
âItâs really quite simple, Mistress. All relationships require give and take, but all you ever do is take. Do you think I enjoyed that? AndâI wantedâI still wantâto serve YOU. I know Iâm lucky to have you under any circumstances. However, I never offered to serve your friends and especially not your male friends. Nor did I offer to be publicly humiliated for your friendsâ amusement, did I? I do have to admit that you wouldnât let that friend fuck me without a condomâthat was good. ButâŠhow about some consideration for my needs? Weâre going nowhere without it. I expect to be used, and sometimes even abused, but all you ever did was abuse me.â
âI guess Iâve really fucked this up, havenât I? All I ever thought about was myself. I never gave you a secondâs thought. You can let me up. Iâll pack my bags and go.â
âNow, thatâs something else I never mentionedâyou going. I just said I still want to serve you and I do. I think a lot of this is all about you not having much experience as a Mistress, where Iâve had many years as a slave. You look shocked, donât be. My wife was my Mistress long before we were married. We met in college and, believe me, I was a mess until Marjorie took control of me. She put me into a cock cage on our third date and threatened never to take it off if I didnât straighten up. She used it to punish me; it was much more effective than beating me, although that has its place for me, too.â
âYouâre making me feel like an idiot. I even beat you for nothing when you first accepted me as your Mistress.â
âNo, Mistress, you had to do that. I needed to learn that you would punish me. I expect it if I misbehaveâlike Iâm doing now. I needed to learn to respect your authority. Now, however, Iâm going to punish you. Iâm going to beat your ass. Then Iâm going to fuck your pussy and then your ass. When Iâm done Iâll take care of you and you can punish me. Then weâll be even and we can move forward. Look above youâchoose your poison.â
Sam checked out all the implements hanging on the wall. âUse the cane. I deserve it for almost fucking up the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â I leaned down and we kissedâthe best kiss Iâd ever experienced. When she broke it I took down the cane. âDonât hold back. Apparently I need some discipline, too.â
I rubbed the cane over her soft smooth perfect assâwithout a doubt the best ass Iâd ever seen or touched or eaten, for that matter. I reared back and let her have it; she cried out in pain. I gave her another, and another and another. All told she received eight blows. Her butt cheeks were red and swollen when I finished. I kissed every mark on her butt. When I reached down to her cunt I found she was running pussy juice. âI think you enjoyed that a bit too much, judging from your pussy.â
âOh, stop talking and start the fucking. I probably need it more than you do. Iâve been so occupied with trying to control you I almost forgot how wonderful it is to fuck you.â I pushed all seven inches of my fat cock into her hole. Sam squealed with delight. I rammed into her, taking out my frustrations of the previous weeks. When I got close I slowed down to prolong the ecstasy. I pulled out and lowered my mouth to her cunt, drinking up as much as I could. When I straightened up I pushed into her tight ass. This was Heaven on earth. She was incredibly tight and very hot. âI hope you realize youâre taking my anal cherry. Iâve never done this before, but I guarantee weâll do it again. Weâre going to fuck often. I like to think I can learn from my mistakes.â I pounded her ass for several minutes and, just as I began to lose it, I reached down for her clit, jamming two fingers into her cunt. I found her G-spot and, a moment later, we came together, Sam squirting and me losing what felt like a ton of semen into her ass.
I released her restraints, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. I filled the big Jacuzzi and got in, my Mistress balanced on my legs leaning back onto my chest. âThis is fun, why havenât we done this before? OK, I know whyâI was being a big asshole.â We sat there in silence while I massaged her butt, easing her pain until she turned, kissed me, and whispered, âLetâs go to bed.â I pulled her up, dried her lovingly and followed her into bed. We held each other, kissed, and, for the first time, really expressed our love for each other. Sam fell asleep, napping for almost an hour. When she woke she reached for my cock, finding instead my steel cage.
âWhatâŠ?â
âI did not have your permission to take it off so I put it back on while you were sleeping. Now we should discuss my punishment. First, I drugged your drink then I removed my cock cage without permission. I also jerked off last night; I punished you, fucked you, and fucked your assâall without permission. I must be punished, Mistress; I need it. The past nine months since Marjorie died I have been lostâadrift at seaâwithout direction. My work has suffered. I need to be dominated and controlled. I need to be punished for everything I have done.â
My Mistress rose from the bed. She resumed her Amazonian posture and authority. âGet up and come with me.â She led me to the table. âBend over while I get the restraints.â She tied me into position. I couldnât move if I wanted to. She walked into the game room, returning with a long paddle complete with holesâthe better to swing and raise welts.
I turned around just before she began. âDonât hold back. Remember all the bad things I did to you. I deserve this.â She gave me forty. I cried like a baby before she finished, but so did she. She kissed the pain from my ass, released me, and helped me to bed. I lay on my stomach while she applied an ice pack. âI decided youâre to wear the cage for another week. But I may shorten that if youâre really good. Weâll still have the same rulesâI expect you home and naked before I arrive at 5:30. You know the position. Let me know if you need to cumâIâll let you jerk off, but no pussy for a week. Then weâll put this behind us. Ouch, I think I should have said something else. â
âThank you, Mistress, for taking control of me again. Iâll do anything for you.â
âYes, I know thatâand you will, wonât you?
âYes, Mistress, I love you.â
Chapter 4
The weeks passed and my Mistress was true to her word. I did need to cum badly before my week was up. She gave me twenty minutes for jerking off. She did it for me, sucking me deep into her mouth before stroking me. When I came, my semen covered my body. I pulled her hand to my mouth, offering to swallow my jiz. My Mistress scraped up the rivers that had fallen on me, but shared the swallowing. She cleaned my cock with her mouth and I willingly returned the cage to my body.
My Mistress directed me to show her how to access the game room. There were dozens of gadgets thereâvibrators of every kind, paddles, whips, canes, and crops, nipple clampsâalmost anything one could find in an adult store. She placed her hand on the horse, turned to me, and smiled. Then she kissed me and asked me about the big item at the rear of the room. Itâs my special inventionâan eight-foot wooden X built onto a vertical arm. The top and bottom of the vertical are connected to a semicircular section of an I-beam. The entire structure rests on a gimbaled base. The X can be moved in any directionâright, left, horizontal, and tipped over to the opposite vertical. I explained that Marjorie and I had many fun times on this machine. My Mistress pointed to me and the machine, directing me to get onto it. I allowed my Mistress to secure my wrists and ankles to the ends of the X. She laughed when she tilted me horizontal. She removed her clothes and stood just over my mouth. She was able to move my mouth wherever she wanted. âEat me,â she commanded. I had no choice as my face was buried into her cunt. I licked up and down her slit and nibbled on her clit. âStick your tongue out.â When I did she fucked herself with it until she came, drenching my face. The old Mistress might have left me there or released me unsatisfiedâpent up with frustration, but the new Mistress turned me around until I was upside down with my cockâunfettered by the cageâright in front of her face. âThis is fun, slave. Shall I tease you or suck your cock? I think Iâll just tease you for now. Maybe laterâŠ.â She ran her fingers up and down the sensitive underside of my cock; I became hard in a second. She massaged my balls until I groaned in rapture. For fifteen minutes she teased mercilessly. Then, a huge smile on her face, she took pity on me and took me into her mouth. Standing as she was gave her great advantage over me. She could suck and play with my balls or finger my ass. She went for the ass, fucking me furiously while bobbing on me.
I begged her to let me cum, but she remained silent. âPlease, Mistress, Iâm going to cum. I canât help myself. What youâre doing to meâŠplease, Mistress.â My Mistress winked as I forced rivers of cum into her mouth. âThank you, Mistress. May I clean your fingers?â She pulled them from my ass, put them into my mouth, allowing me to serve her. When she removed them they were sparkling clean. âThank you, Mistress for allowing me to serve you. May I also clean your pussy?â My Mistress thought about it for a second before smiling again, moving me to her cunt, and spreading her legs. I sucked her juices from her slit and licked her labia, before moving to her asshole.
âUh, thatâs not my pussy, slave!â
âI know, Mistress, I couldnât help myself. I love your ass. Please punish me for my impertinence.â
âI think I have a better ideaâeat my ass. Stick your tongue into me. You know how much I love that.â
âYes, Mistress, it will be much easier if you would turn around. I can reach you better that way.â She turned and I forced my tongue into her ass. I fucked her fine hole with my tongue until she fell onto my face.
âYou have my permission to laugh, slave. That was funny.â She leaned down and kissed me, wrapping her tongue around my dirty tongue, sharing the flavor of her own ass. She caressed my face and, for the first time, whispered, âI love you, slave.â I was ecstatic.
Chapter 5
I kept getting into troubleâstupid careless things that could be overlooked in most people, but for me it was symptomatic of a problem that would grow if unchecked. One morning I forgot to cap the toothpaste and clean the vanity top in the bathroom. I got five days in the cage for thatâno access to my Mistressâs wonderful tight pussy except by my tongue which only made me hornier. Another time I forgot to turn on the dishwasher. There were no coffee cups the following morning. My Mistressâs expression would have melted an iceberg. She gave me two weeks in the cock cage for that, but did allow me to jerk off once during that period.
A big turning point occurred one evening while we were in bed, naked as always. My Mistress spooned against me and I put my arm over her, caressing her stomach. Once again, I wasnât paying enough attention and my hand drifted to her pussy. I knew I was in trouble when her body tensed. âWho initiates sex?â
âYou do, Mistress. Iâm sorry, I wasnât paying attention. It wonât happen again.â
âI know it wonât,â she replied as she turned on the lamp. Reaching into her nightstand drawer she handed me the cock cage. âPut this on.â
âBut, Mistress, I have an erection. It wonât fit.â
âI donât care. Have it on by the time I return, or else.â She left the room; I could tell she was really angry. I managed to get my cock and balls into the ring, but I had to force my cock painfully into the cage which was much too small for my erection. I pushed, ignoring the pain until I was just able to pull the cage over the tab on the ring. I fastened the lock just as my Mistress returned. I cringed when I saw the restraints and the riding crop.
âGive me your wrist and donât make me ask you twice.â In seconds I was fastened to the bedposts. She threw the rope under the bed and stretched my legs as far apart as they could go. I was helplessâat her mercyâand it didnât appear that she had any tonight. âThese things get you into a lot of trouble. Letâs see if we can alleviate that.â
She rubbed the leather tip over my balls as she always did before disciplining me. âWho initiates sex?â
she asked.
âYâŠyou do, Mistress.â WHACK! She gave me a good one. âPlease, Mistress, Iâll be good. Please!â
âWho initiates sex?â she repeated.
âYou do, Mistress. WHACK!
âWho initiates sex?â
âYou do, Mistress, pleaseâŠno more!â WHACK!
It continued until I faltered, unable to respond due to the pain. âNow youâve made me lose count,â she told me, âIâll have to start over.â On and on it went until she asked me, âWhat number will this one be?â
âTwelve, MistressâŠtwelve.â
âIâm glad to see youâre finally paying attention. Who initiates sex?â
âYou do, Mistress.â WHACK! It was over.
âRemove the cock cage. You have my permission to jerk off, but donât take all night, I have a busy day tomorrow.â She unlocked the cage. I gently slid it from my bruised organ, but I was unable to remove the restraining ring. My balls had swollen so much there was no way they would fit through. I left it and tried to stroke my cock. It became erect easily enough, possibly a result of the trauma I had suffered. After about five minutes my Mistress turned over, âWhatâs the problem slave?â
âMy balls are swollenâI canât remove the ring. Iâm having trouble stroking it.â
Again she turned on the light, and seeing my predicament, rose to fetch an ice bag. After she placed it on my scrotum she took me into her mouth. âThis is probably the only way Iâll ever get any sleep.â She used her tongue expertly as she sucked me into her throat. Up and down she went until I warned her. Then she backed off as I blew my load into her mouth. She rose, moving her mouth over mine. âOpen,â she commanded. When I did she transferred my cum from her mouth into mine. I swallowed and she kissed me, âgoodnight, slave.â
The following morning my balls were still swollen, too swollen to remove the ring. My Mistress took one look and told me to stay in bed. She replaced the ice, made coffee, and brought me a cup. âYouâre staying home today and so am I. You need care.â At 8:30 she phoned my office, âThis is Samantha Harris, Mr. Warnerâs girlfriend. He had an accident last night and I think he needs to stay home today. Tomorrow? Iâll call if heâs not better by then. Thank you.â Then she called her own office and, despite having a heavy schedule, took the day offâan emergency, she said.
She spent the entire day caring for meâholding the ice bag, replacing the ice, comforting me through the agony I was experiencing. âIâm sorry, Mistress. Iâm such a burden to you.â She put her finger on my lips, shushing me. She lay next to me, comforting me with her body. I was finally able to slide the ring off that evening. My cock and balls were badly bruised.
âWho initiates sex?â my Mistress asked.
âYou do, Mistress. This was a lesson Iâll never forget.â She kissed me gently, tucked me in and we went to sleep.
Next: I finally see the light.
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