4 comments/ 51636 views/ 12 favorites First Submissive Session By: jimmy7799 I have had submissive tendencies for a long time, but this was the first time I took active steps to transforming my fantasies into reality. I searched for a dominant woman who could receive me, as anonymously as possible, by buying a magazine which contained several ads of the sort. Many ads had pictures, but I chose one with no picture, signed "Mistress Abigail" and boy was I lucky to have done so. What drew me to it was the tone and the fact that, as soon as I read it, I knew that she was someone who can be trusted and who understood the kind of needs that men like me have. I was quite nervous as I called her from a public phone booth and tried to sound casual, saying it was "about the ad". She spoke slowly in an authoritative but neutral voice, with just a hint of sexiness. She asked me what I was looking for. I vaguely answered that I was hoping for an initiation in the field that she mastered. Then, abruptly, she asked me if I was erect or not. I blushed and looked around anxiously, to check if anyone overheard. But there wasn't anyone around, so I pulled myself together and admitted that, indeed, the conversation made me erect. Then she started asking more questions, all the way to very personal questions: my weight and height (175 pounds, 6 feet 2 inches), marital status (married), sporting habits (cycling, golf), favorite movie (One flew over the cuckoo's nest), body marks like piercings or tattoos (none), sexual orientation (straight), number of masturbations per week (5), frequency of intercourse per week (3), experience with anal (fingers), pain tolerance (mild to moderate), personal fetishes (stockings, schoolgirl and office outfits, see-through lingerie, dildos among others), preferred female orifice (vagina) and, finally, previous encounters with a Mistress (none). After the last answer she paused and I had the feeling she smiled at the other end of the line. My cock gave an extra jerk upwards. Then she asked for an address where she could send me a parcel. I was reluctant, and asked if it was absolutely necessary. Mistress retorted that discussing her instructions was not a part of the contract, and I was to choose on the spot if I preferred to hang up and search for another Domme or I would give her the address and be ready for a worthy punishment when I got to her, to repay for trying to undermine her decisions. That choice was no choice, and I started dictating my work address right away (I was afraid at home my wife would receive it). I swallowed hard and couldn't believe that I was accumulating punishment even before anything had actually begun. Still, I held my nerve and didn't dare ask what the punishment would be. As soon as she put everything down, she just said: "The parcel will contain further instructions. You will follow them exactly. Do not call me again before you receive it. Good bye". And she hang up without letting me say a word. One week later, on a Tuesday, just as I was beginning to think that Mistress Abigail forgot about me, and I was wondering whether I should call her in spite of her forbidding me, the parcel arrived. My hands were sweaty and I couldn't wait to get home and take a look inside. It contained various items like a map with a red mark and the destination address, a black leather hood and a matching collar, a pair of metal cuffs, an enema kit. A small ID-format picture of Mistress Abigail was also there. It only showed her face with a beautiful light-hearted smile, and her hazel-eyes were wonderfully matched by her long amber hair. She looked awfully young, fresh and innocent and didn't match the somewhat severe voice she had on the phone when I hesitated to give her my address. The instructions were at the bottom, and read as follows: - You will arrive on Saturday, at 6 PM sharp. If you are late, whatever your reason is, you will not be allowed to come in - No sexual activity is allowed during the 72 hours prior to our meeting. That does NOT mean just orgasms, it extends to intercourse with your wife, masturbation and all voluntary contact with your penis or anus other than for hygiene purposes. - 48 hours before you arrive, take days off from work. Enjoy them. Go fishing or cycling, play golf or do whatever relaxes you. Do NOT just stay indoors, do NOT consume any alcohol, do NOT check your mail and do NOT turn on you computer. Do NOT consult ANY pornographic or sexual-containing material during this time, the alternative to that is looking at my photo and mentally rehearsing your arrival here. - 9 hours before you arrive, give yourself an enema. Practice at least 3 evacuations. Thoroughly clean the kit and bring it with you. - 6 hours before you arrive, shave all your body from the neck down. I don't care what excuse you find for your wife, you must be properly shaved when you arrive here. Pay special attention to your anus, pubis and scrotum. Do not cut yourself. When you have done this, slap your balls thoroughly 20 (twenty) times while standing. Do not sit for at least 10 minutes afterward. - Of course I cannot verify if you respect all of this or not. If you DO follow the instructions, know that it pleases me and that it is a way for you to fully enjoy the experience that you chose to go through. - take a pair of the sexiest black thongs from your wife's wardrobe and buy a second pink pair to offer to your wife as a gift. Bring both of them with you in separate gift bags: pink for the black pair and black for the pink pair. - go to a sex shop and buy a leather riding crop and a rattan cane. Do NOT buy them via Internet. Don't bring them into your house overnight, leave them in your car. - don't bring any photo or video camera with you. - When you arrive, you will turn off your mobile phone, leave your car in the parking by the fountain, put on the leather hood before leaving your car, take the parcel and walk to the house. Upon arrival, you will undress fully and put your clothes in the locker outside. You will attach your neck collar, kneel in front of the door and place the cuffs with your hands behind you. I will come and open for you. Do NOT knock. - don't worry, no permanent signs or physical harm will be left on your body - you may feast your eyes on me as much as you want throughout your stay, and I will allow you to touch me at specific times, it is part of your contract. You will not be allowed to penetrate me in any kind. I want it be clear to you that I am a Mistress, not a whore. - You may only speak when spoken to, and the only expressions allowed are "Yes, Mistress", "Please, Mistress" and "Thank you, Mistress". Saying "No" is strictly forbidden. Should you dislike anything, you can use your safeword, which is "strawberry", at any time with the exception of a certain stage of the session. You will understand about this in due time. Pronouncing your safeword will put an immediate end to the session. In that eventual case, you will be released, you must dress, leave the premises and never try to contact me again. - If you disagree or not feel ready to follow these instructions, send me back the parcel just as you received it and never try to contact me again. Otherwise, see you on Saturday. I re-read the instructions several times, trying to learn them and intending to fully obey them. The first thing I wanted to try was the black hood. As I closed the zipper behind my head I felt tranquility and a strange excitement taking over. My heart and my cock were pulsating hard, and after a few minutes, I couldn't stand the pressure any more. I masturbated while looking at Mistress Abigail's portrait and recalling in my mind the sound of her voice. As soon as my wife got home, I did my best to get her in the mood for sex, and we enjoyed a good share of it that evening. Before the 72-hour fasting I was at work. I went to the men's room and I masturbated silently with my eyes closed, picturing various attractive females that came to the thought, mainly co-workers that I met that day. The last orgasm was about 30 minutes before the deadline. After that, my lustful thoughts followed me, in spite of the increased sexual activity from previous days. On several occasions I found myself wanting to masturbate again. I glanced at women in the street, I imagined caressing the beautiful tender ass of female trainees or secretaries, and almost fell in the honey trap once. It was one of my female collaborators who came in my office and delighted me with a generous cleavage. I had met this woman before, but it was as if that day, for the first time, I realised exactly just how beautiful her breasts were. I had an erection from the very beginning, and she was doing everything to maintain it. She bent over the desk indicating something on a file. I looked at her finger and fantasized about her hand holding my testicles, then squeezing them lightly, then harder and harder. I squirmed on my chair. She was trying to make a point and I absently agreed without even listening. I just peeped at her chest with the corner of my eye. Her breasts very round and full, shaking lewdly when she moved. She wore a white bra that just barely covered her nipples. Later, she turned to pick something on the floor, and I looked under her skirt as high up her thighs as I could. I found myself wondering when was the last time she had had sex, and if she had any dominant tendencies. The glasses that she was wearing, her terribly-busy- and upset-by-this-point-attitude made me want to kiss her mouth. Fortunately she left before that, throwing me a "thanks". But the pleasure had been all mine... On the last day, I left telling my wife I had a meeting in another town for the week-end. She didn't ask any questions, I do get to travel on business like that regularly. I packed my things (my wife's underwear included) and took a hotel room where I could prepare undisturbed. The enema was quite unpleasant, but when I shaved I was incredibly excited and maintained a thorough erection even though I tried to touch my cock as little as possible. I didn't even TRY to chase away my lustful thoughts. All I could think about was Mistress Abigail inspecting the quality of my job with her fingers, spreading my ass cheeks and feeling my scrotum for any forgotten hairs that may justify a few licks of the riding crop. I arrived about twenty minutes earlier. I parked the car, put on the leather hood and I tried to walk calmly the one hundred yards that separated the car from the house, but my knees were shaking a bit. The place looked deserted and that reassured my as I was taking off my clothes, but after I clicked the cuffs shut, doubt started to creep up on me. I was completely naked and already displaying a stubborn erection in front of a house I have never been to, and in which I didn't know what was expecting me. Luckily, in a short while I heard heels clicking and the door opened to an astonishingly beautiful Mistress dressed in fine lingerie. She had her innocent-looking face with a warm smile, and the fresh body of a teenager. Her bra had clipped holes that left visible her caramel-colored nipples. Black stockings drew the attention to her creamy thighs and under a way-too-short schoolgirl's skirt, her beautiful sex showed completely naked and hair-free. I would have gladly eaten her right then and there. "You must be Jimmy", she said. "Yes, Mistress Abigail", I answered in a low voice which I didn't recognize as my own. "Welcome", she said. Mistress Abigail bent forward delighting me further with the sight of her voluptuous and firm breasts. She produced a leash that I thought she would attach to my neck collar. Instead, she connected it to a smaller collar-like device that she tightened around the base of my ball-sack, separating the testicles from the rest of my body. First she pulled on it to make me stand, and then added: "Come in". I could see the back of her classy outfit, with a crack in the skirt, that left her beautiful pearly ass in plain view. The three days of sexual starving all fell on me at once, and I felt I was going crazy with lust. She led me to a large living room and attached the loose end of the leash to a chain that was hanging from the ceiling. The total length was too short for me to sit or kneel. She girlishly said "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back", and turned on a video with the tape of a man that was down on all fours and was being caned by two beautiful Dominas. His ass was a glowing red already, but he was not restrained. I could see he was struggling to cope with his pain: he was shaking his head, slowly balancing back and forth between strokes and panting viciously, but trying to keep silent. One of the females would shortly massage his genitals once in a while, to encourage him to take more. My cock instantly became iron-hard and I looked on hypnotized, wondering how it would feel like if I were in that man's place. A little later, Mistress Abigail came back, and turned off the video. She had put on my wife's black pair of underwear. "Your wife's size suits me perfectly, Jimmy." She took my leash and led me on a staircase that led to the basement, and then through a small door that opened on a fully-equipped pleasure room. It was black and pink, and home to a few chairs, benches and odd-looking stools, a bed, a collection of restraints and pain-inflicting devices. There were also several mirrors. "There's no need to be anxious, boy. For the beginning, we will simply feed your imagination a bit." "Thank you, Mistress", was all I could say. Mistress attached me to one of the chairs, that had a large hole in the seat. I didn't understand why, until I realized that Mistress was lubricating my anus, and that she inserted something small and round. I didn't oppose, but the small "something" quickly started to inflate inside me, with the power of Mistress' fist. I was being thoroughly stretched, and I couldn't manage to expel the object. She watched my face and she only stopped when I frowned in pain. She waited a few seconds, pumped twice more, and kissed me on the cheek saying: "You will thank me for this later". She then brought in a slave-girl through a different door than the one we used to come in. The girl's hands were tied behind her back. She was only wearing a black bra and she looked young and fresh. Mistress immobilized her face-up on a high bench, with her knees pulled up and widespread. She lowered her brassier and placed a forceps on each of her nipples. The girl watched as her nipples were being crushed by the bad metal, grimacing and squealing each time and then relaxing as she was getting used to the pain. Mistress placed them in such a way that they not only pinched the tender flesh, but also twisted it when she released the instruments, which hang down on each side of her chest. Mistress then selected a cane and started to caress the girl with it. "Girl, you know you deserve this, and you know that it will be painful...", Mistress said. The victim only whimpered in response. "But after that, if you are good, I will let Carl have fun with you, and that will be enough to wash your humiliation, won't it?" "Yes, Mistress", she said in a scared voice. "I want you to count them out loud." The blows started landing on her beautiful snow-white ass at a steady moderate rhythm, raising welts. The numbers went by, with the voice slowly disintegrating into long grunts. Every three or four turns, Mistress Abigail would voluntarily avoid hitting her victim, placing the blow in the air under her ass. The swooshing sound was identical, however, and the girl anticipated the pain all the same. She still buckled against her bounds and, curiously, I felt she suffered even more on these "skipped" blows. It was on the third such occasion that she started crying, although she had not been hit. The initial sobs evolved into lovely tears and vivid panting. She couldn't focus on the count anymore, and the suffering showed on her flushed face just as much as on her abused buttocks and upper thighs. From time to time, Mistress Abigail would pause and comfort the slave-girl by stroking her hair or fondling her abdomen and buckled arms. Mistress finished with two "skipped" blows that made the girl scream as if they were the most painful of all. By then she was trembling uncontrollably and her face was washed with tears. She was left to cry a little more, and Mistress inserted two fingers in the girl's vagina. "I must check to see if you are wet enough, pretty thing", she said. Mistress Abigail was pleased with the amount of her lubrication, and took away the forceps. The girl once again squealed as blood invaded her tortured nipples. Then, Mistress Abigail brought in Carl, who was a strong black man. She caressed his testicles for a while, to make him hard. He had a huge fat member, about 9 inches or more, and he became erect pretty easily looking at the beautiful helpless girl, who fell silent as the bull approached her. She received his meat with a sigh of relief, Mistress Abigail's hand guiding him inside the wet and slippery orifice. "Fuck her good, and leave your cum deep inside her, Carl", Mistress said. The girl's tears soon turned to moans of pleasure, as Carl was picking up the pace. She was savoring the sensations that spread from her sex through the entire body. Mistress Abigail came to sit on one of my knees. She put an arm around my shoulders and started to whisper as we were both enjoying the show. "Is your ass plug less uncomfortable now, Jimmy?" "Yes, Mistress", I admitted. Therefore she smiled and proceeded to inflating it even further, until it became uncomfortable again. "Do you like what you see, Jimmy?", she asked. "Yes, Mistress", I answered with a dry throat. "I knew you would, boy. You see, this slave-girl is well trained. She knows that satisfaction must be earned, that's why she accepts all that pleases me. You must learn that too, Jimmy." Carl was giving the girl a rough ride, using her body as a plaything to satisfy himself. The slave-girl seemed to like it nonetheless. When the intercourse became too monotonous, my attention drifted to Mistress' presence. She was wearing a flowery fragrance that made me desperately wanted to kiss her skin, but I knew better than to jump at the occasion. Her legs were perfectly shaped all the way up to the feminine pubis, now hidden by my wife's lingerie. The breasts, seen from such close range, looked lovingly lazy and inviting and her nipples were obscenely pricking the air with each breath. Her neck, young and slender was radiating warmth and must have been heaven to nibble on. But her best asset was the beautiful innocent face, expressing joy and vague satisfaction. She wore very little makeup and a natural-colored lipstick, that rendered her lovely mouth even more suitable for a kiss. I don't know whether she caught me looking or if she guessed my thought, but she kissed my lips on the spot, an giggled girlishly afterwards, pushing my desires out of their bounds. After that, we heard Carl and the girl screaming together in the middle of their sexual discharge. Carl casually pulled out and left, while Mistress Abigail hurried to her feet, released me from the chair and lead me by the leash to the slave-girl. It was awkward walking with the anal plug. "You know what would please me now, Jimmy?...You cleaning my slave-girl with your mouth. Go on, boy!", she said, pulling me closer to the freshly fucked pussy. I was so excited that I would have done anything she asked me, so I didn't hesitate and started licking from below her slit, where globs of cum were dripping regularly. The taste made me want more, and I earnestly lapped and chewed at the girl's genitals. She was watching me with a mocking and satisfied look, as Mistress scooped out more cum with her fingers from deep inside her vagina, and fed it to me. First Submissive Session "That's enough", Mistress said after a few minutes, and pulled me away from the sweet spot. She immobilized me face-down on one of the stools with multiple leather belts. My ass was exposed and my erect cock was far from anything that could touch it. Mistress brought the stool in a position where I was just inches away from the pussy I just cleaned. I could feel its smell, and not being able to reach for it drove me insane. Mistress put the previously used cane between the girl's teeth, so she can't talk to me, and then addressed me with another one of her killer smiles: "I will make you remember this thong of your wife's for a long-long time, Jimmy boy..." She went to get an odd-shaped dildo that she buckled in front of me. It was curved, with one end inserted in her beautiful sex and a black shaft destined for my ass. "It's not only girls that get fucked here, Jimmy. That wouldn't be fare, would it?", Mistress said. "Oh, and don't worry, I made sure your cock is in no danger of getting stimulated", she giggled. The penis-shaped part shocked me by its sheer size, because it was easily as big as Carl's cock. I dreaded its size, but at I was curious to try the sensations it could give me. I also wanted to make Mistress Abigail proud. "Jimmy, meet the Invader! Invader, this is Jimmy", she said. "Would you like it dry or rather lubricate it a little, Jimmy?", she teased me while rubbing its heavy head on my cheek. I opened my mouth, but only the head fitted in, and I tried to depose as much saliva on it as I could. "OK, I'll be nice to you and put one some lube jelly this time, boy", Mistress added and went to my back. She quickly deflated and removed the anal plug, before placing the Invader's head on my gaped anus. The head passed quickly, and then she pushed in gently, one inch at a time. As she was taking away my virginity, Mistress Abigail soothed the pain by saying things like "There, there, boy...Take it aaaaall the way in...Thaaat's it, Jimmy...". It filled me and stretched me slightly more than the plug and I felt it push and rub against my secretion-loaded prostate and the walls of my insides. Mistress had been right, I thanked her for having used the inflatable plug on me first, otherwise I never could have accommodated the large instrument. When it went all the way in, Mistress congratulated me: "Well done, Jimmy..." She then started punishing me methodically with it. I could tell by the sexy sounds that she was enjoying herself. Mistress' little cries of excitement aroused me further and further. I squirmed, but there was no way of contributing to the stimulation, or approaching the sex that was on display just before my eyes and mouth. I felt like crying with frustration, and I didn't care anymore that the slave-girl was watching, smiling at my predicament. Mistress teased me by reminding me of her: "Do you like my slave-girl, Jimmy? Would you have liked to be in Carl's place? To feel her soft pussy, and empty your heavy testicles inside it, boy? Ha, boy? Would you have enjoyed that, boy?" She fucked me earnestly, caressing my back. After a while she started to slap my ass. She also made short pauses when she slid her hand under me, and took my balls in the palm of her hand, squeezing them mercilessly. That excited me more and more, and I felt my orgasm building up. "Ooouuh, you're a little pain slut, aren't you, Jimmy?" I only managed to grunt and another jolt of pain gave a peculiar turn to my "Yes, Mistress". As soon as I caught a glimpse of the orgasm, I went chasing after it and in a few minutes I managed to pass really close. Mistress sensed it, and slowed down her rythm, triggering a feeling of despair in me. She laughed in response. "Oh boy, you must be soooooo horny, Jimmy. Do you want me to pull out and let you swallow your frustration, boy?" I didn't answer, and I was seriously considering the use of my safeword, but her next line gave me a hint of hope: "Or do you want me to carry on, boy?" "Please, Mistress" "Will you be a good boy and wait until I tell you to cum, Jimmy?" "Yes, Mistress... Please, Mistress." She kept on torturing me in this sweet and unbelievable way for a long time. My raped anus felt raw, but stopping was the last thing on my mind. She came unexpectedly, brutally pushing the monster inside me several times. Then, finally, she bent forward and I could feel her warm breasts on my back while she said: "Remember your insolence on the phone the other day, Jimmy?" I couldn't believe she was bringing that up right then..."You owe me ten strokes with the cane for it, boy!", she threatened me and quickly pulled out leaving me in a puddle of sweat and tension. My sore ass was gaping and I was pushing back searching for a little stimulation, anything...It came in the form of sharp pain from the cane in Mistress Abigail's beautiful hand. She gave me the ten licks in succession, hitting me hard. It stung like hell, but I was so excited that it spread through my pelvis and echoed in my cock. I badly needed her to come back and fuck me some more. Luckily, she did. "Make me proud and cum for me, Jimmy!", she said as the Invader penetrated me once again. I galloped for it, panting desperately. "I know your cock must be hungry for a touch, but you have no choice but to cum, boy" she added giggling while she continued to punish me cruelly with the large torture tool. I started to grunt and to ejaculate my first load of the day, but the convulsions of my orgasm were stifled by the strong leather restraints. I blushed when I came back to my senses and realized once again the slave-girl had witnessed the whole scene. Mistress let me recover for a few minutes. She released the girl and led her out of the room. As she stood up I could see more cum pouring out and trickling down the insides of her thighs. Then Mistress returned and stood in front of me without saying anything. Her pubis was right in front of my face, but she kept her skin just two or three inches away. The orgasm had not been enough to satisfy all of my lust. The divine smell and the sight of her beautiful sex, with the slightly parted and moist labia was heading me straight back to torment. After a minute, she got closer and commenced rubbing herself on my face, pulling me by the ring on top of the hood. She smeared her juices on my nose and obscenely pressed her clitoris against me without saying a thing. When she was sure to have got me in the mood again, she released me from my bonds and pulled on my testicle-collar to make me stand. Walking once again was awkward business. She led me, not far, in a corner where an odd-looking latex sheet layed down. It was larger than a man, stretched by a rectangular metal frame. Mistress told me to lay on it face up, which I did. She then covered me with another, similar sheet, which had two holes: a small one just above my mouth, and a larger one above my cock. She wrapped me carefully in it, covering my eyes, ears and nose. "You didn't say you suffer from claustrophobia, so I thought of this little game, Jimmy. Just relax and play along, you'll like it!" She inserted an inflatable gag with a tube that allowed me to breath, but didn't allow me to speak. Mistress then pulled my genitals, the still-erect cock and my testicles, out through the larger opening. The rest of my body was neatly wrapped between the two latex sheaths. I then heard a small engine working, and I realized it must have been a vacuum pump, because the sheath was beginning to stick to my skin, coating it with an outer layer of latex which also immobilized me completely. I started to panic a bit, but Mistress was there to reassure me: "Shht..shhh, boy. Just relax. Don't be afraid. You're missing out on a great submissive experience if you're afraid, Jimmy". The noise stopped, and I heard Mistress' heels going away, then two pairs of heels approaching. I didn't know what this meant. "Jimmy, meet Fifi. Fifi, this is Jimmy." Fifi didn't say anything. She turned out to be my fuck partner. She casually sat on top of my cock and started taking it in. Needless to say, her pussy felt great. She was very wet. She found a pleasant rhythm and she kept it. I understood why Mistress said I wouldn't need my safeword: I hoped it would never stop. The two must have concocted some sort of scenario before. The woman didn't make any sound (I don't know whether she was gagged or just instructed not to express herself). She fucked me silently and as much as I could tell she didn't enjoy an orgasm while she fucked me. Mistress was talking to me, saying things like: "I know you like her, boy, but don't cum yet!", "Your cock must be very hungry right now, but you will not release yourself until I tell you to!". From time to time, Mistress Abigail would expertly put her hand between us, and squeeze my testicles, sometimes mildly and rolling them in her palm, sometimes firmly and holding them while I squirmed in a delightful mixture of pain and pleasure. It was such a sweet torture that I actively and gladly cooperated to prolong my frustration. I let her know through muffled moans when I was getting too close, and then the other woman would suddenly stop and raise herself from my cock, leaving me crazy with hunger for her. Mistress would grab the base of my cock to hold it still and she would slap my swollen and sensitive glans with just her fingers, sending streams of pain through my member. It was a deep and "unpleasant" pain, quite different from the one she induced in my testicles, that stopped my orgasm in its tracks and made me lust for it even more. She would let the pain sink in a few seconds, and then the other woman returned to her cruel pussy-massage. All my movement were blocked, and that brought on a feeling of helplessness and vulnerability that enhanced my arousal. Finally, Mistress Abigail beckoned me to enjoy it and to cum inside her, which I did in a never-ending gush of sperm that I released into Fifi. As soon as my partner felt me pulsating, she sat down on me, burying my cock to the hilt inside her, and held there terribly still, thus reducing drastically her stimulation just when I most badly needed it. Mistress Abigail encouraged me in a soft voice: "That's it, boy, that's it. Fill up her pussy. Thaaat's it...". The girl patiently waited until I was spent, and only then resumed her rhythmical upside-down, as if to mock my almost ruined orgasm, and probably to drain out the cum I left in her. It did send a few more shivers of pleasure, and I quickly felt I could start cumming again, but after a short while, she simply got up and left, with the clicking of her shoes fading after the door was shut behind her. Had I been free, I would have followed her, kissing her feet and begging her to help me finish properly. But I knew it was Mistress Abigail's choice for things to happen this way, and that further frustrated me. My cock stayed erect a long time afterward, and Mistress carefully wiped me using a glove, and she let me recover for a few minutes. She later peeled the latex off my body and removed the gag. I was tired and very grateful and I whispered mechanically "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress...Thank you, Mistress.". "Pull yourself back together, boy, because I'm not through with you yet.", she said in a menacing voice. I noticed she changed to the new pink pair of underwear I had bought. It gave away the contour of her beautiful sex, and outlined her perfect ass, topped by a sexy red ribbon. She pulled me to my feet and led me to a comfortable armchair, while she sat herself in a similar one, facing me. "Jimmy, I assume you never masturbated in front of your wife. Is this true?" "Yes, Mistress". "I also assume your wife never masturbated in front of you, Jimmy. Is this also true?", Mistress said while caressing her left breast. Her moves troubled me. "Yes, Mistress." "Well then, boy, we'll do this together now. You will wait and follow exactly what I say. These panties are your wife's, so it will be like the two of you masturbating together. When you see her wearing these, you will imagine it is me, Jimmy. And since I want you to keep calm, we have to be sure you stay in your chair". Mistress Abigail attached my testicle leash to a ring in the floor just in front of my chair, while she sat at arm's lengths in front of me. She was thus sure my cock couldn't reach her. She pulled to the side her panties, and commenced masturbating slowly. She was delicately exploring her sex, as if to find its most sensitive areas. I stroked myself too, to mirror her, but she stopped and scolded me: "I didn't say you may start, Jimmy, so keep your hand away! This is just warming up." I swallowed hard and struggled to keep my hands to the sides. She resumed her touching, relaxing and taking deep breaths. She was either looking at her pussy, or looking me in the eyes. Her pleasure was building up, and so was my frustration. She went one gear up, massaging her sex thoroughly with her palm, and slapping herself vigorously a couple of times. Then she addressed me once again: "Ok, Jimmy, you may start stroking yourself, but don't you dare cum unless I explicitly tell you to!" "Thank you, Mistress", I said with relief. At first, the masturbation helped, easing the pressure in my pelvis for a few minutes. The previous two ejaculations made it more difficult to achieve the high point, but the show that Mistress Abigail was putting on was something no man could have resisted to. She was biting her lower lip and insistingly pinching her right nipple, pulling on it and caressing the whole breast. Her pelvis was moving in a dance-like circular motion, and her engorged labias couldn't get enough of her fingers. She gently touched her clit with one finger, circling it, teasing it, pressing on it, rubbing it. That gave me a huge desire to feel it with my tongue and lips, to devour it and see Mistress pleased. Soon enough, I was in trouble. I found myself struggling to slow down. My cock's head was a deep purple, and its nerve endings were pushed to their limits. The slightest touch brought enormous quantities of pleasure, but still not enough... "How are you holding there, Jimmy?", Mistress asked as she slowed down the pace a bit, savoring her pleasure. "Please, Mistress...", was all I could say, hoping she would allow me a quick release. "Nonsense, boy, I'm sure you can hold longer than that. Don't cum yet, Jimmy!" It was getting more and more difficult. To help me refrain, Mistress forced me to stop touching altogether: "Jimmy, I want you to stop stroking." I did. "That's it, boy, frustrate yourself!", she said with a smile, still fingering her glistening pussy. Then she stopped too, saying: "Well, if you can't touch yourself, we'll do it another way." She cuffed my hands behind me, but I was too strained to protest. I was just letting myself go, at the mercy of whatever she had in mind. I wanted to cum so badly that I feared I may disobey her if I expressed my will in any form. She pulled her armchair closer, placed her heels on my shoulders and her pussy only one inch away from my hungry member. I felt as tensed as a guitar chord. While she resumed her delicate masturbation, she was stroking me gently, leading to some more desperate "Please, Mistress". She rubbed the head of my cock on the outside of her pussy and her upper thighs, teasing me with the lure of her beautiful sex that I was not allowed to enjoy. I knew it was as close as I would ever get to having her, and it felt wonderful. Mistress was talking softly to me: "Don't cum, yet, Jimmy! Enjoy yourself but hold it back, boy! Keep the cum inside yourself...Let those heavy testicles suffer for me, Jimmy!" Whenever she felt I was getting too close, she would stop and slap my cock, to make the pleasure go down. After a while, she slapped me very hard and squeezed my balls thoroughly. She did it to prevent me from cumming at the sight of the orgasm she was preparing for, and it worked. Mistress Abigail's pleasure came quickly and rushed through her like waves. She arched her beautiful body, moaning deeply with her eyes closed, and her warm thighs spasmed in delight for a long time. She appeared to experience a lot of intense and comforting pleasure, and she carried on touching her sweet pussy ever so gently for about a minute or two, to make a smooth transition to the aftermath chill. I was genuinely glad for Mistress' satisfaction, but a selfish part of me wanted the same treatment. When she landed back on Earth, she resumed her teasing talk: "Oh, Jimmy, did you enjoy feeling me so close, boy?" "Yes, Mistress", I said in a strained voice. "Did seeing me like that give you dirty thoughts, Jimmy?" "Yes, Mistress" "Would you have liked to get a little taste of how good my pussy feels, Jimmy boy?" "Yes, Mistress" "Oouuuh...but you didn't get to cum yet, have you?", she said trying to sound surprised. "I bet you'd like to feel that kind of sensations too, isn't it Jimmy? Dirty boys like you always like that..." "Please, Mistress." "I want you to do something for me first, Jimmy. Will you do it?", she said in a girlish way. I had no idea what it was, but I didn't care anymore. I would have done anything that could bring me closer to relief. "Yes, Mistress" "Ohh, that's great, Jimmy.", she said in a joyful manner. She produced a wine glass filled halfway, not with wine, but with what I assumed to be fresh male cum. "It's yours, Jimmy", she reassured me. "I want you to consume it all, boy". She brought it to my lips, and I opened wide, terribly excited all of a sudden. "Not like that, Jimmy", she said in an upset tone. "Sip it properly!" She fed it to me in small portions. It was cold, but it still had the pungent smell and taste. "Thank you, Mistress", I said when the last drops were gone. "You're welcomed, Jimmy", she said smilingly. Mistress put the glass away and kindly started to stroke me once more. "Do you like this, Jimmy?" "Yes, Mistress" "Do you do this when you are alone too, boy?" "Yes, Mistress" "And you think about doing it when you see attractive women around, isn't it?" "Yes, Mistress". I felt guilty, but overly excited to admit that to another woman. "You like looking at them, at their beautiful legs, at their cleavage and ass, don't you, Jimmy?" "Yes, Mistress" "It makes you want to cum, Jimmy?" "Please, Mistress" "Boy, do you badly need to cum right now?" "Please, Mistress" "Jimmy, I will let you cum, but I want you to keep you eyes open and look at me while you expel your semen. Look at my breasts and my pussy, look me in the eye if it's what pleases you. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress", I said trying to put a grateful tone to my voice. "Jimmy. Are you ready?" "Yes, Mistress." "Will you say "please"?" "Please, Mistress." I felt like crying at being made to beg so much for release, and that only added to the emotional charge of the scene. My legs were shaking with excitement, and I was craving it like crazy. "Ok, Jimmy, you may start cumming now." I did it. It felt like a bubble bursting. My eyes roamed Mistress Abigail's creamy body, and the tension came down in an unbelievably powerful shower of pleasure. I poured and poured, and Mistress kept on stimulating my cock and balls with both hands, insisting on the sensitive glans. When I was done, she let me go and wiped her hands and thighs with a towel. I had soiled the pink pair of underwear during the process. Mistress casually took off the pair and said in her authoritative voice, pointing to a silver washing basin in the corner: "You are expected to wash by hand both pairs before you go. You will remain naked until you are done. Then you will ring the bell at the door and wait form me kneeling in front of it". First Submissive Session She released my testicle leash and left, delighting me with the sight of her curvy body for a few more moments. I did as required, and I waited for about 5 minutes kneeling before she came back. She had changed to a home dress, had taken away all makeup and thus transformed herself in your usual next-door girl. "She still looks stunning", I thought. "You can stand up, Jimmy. Follow me so we can get you dressed." She led me back to the large living room with the TV set, and she let me dress while she went "to bring something". She came back with a DVD case. "It's the master recording of your experience today, Jimmy. I never keep client's copies, and you are free to do whatever you want with this one." As she was leading me to the door, I couldn't say anything other than "Thank you, Mistress". "It's ok, Jimmy. Be off to your wife now, and don't run after other women! Lusting for them is one thing, but harassing them for sexual favors is not acceptable. If you feel like the pressure is too much, you can always call me again." "Thank you, Mistress." "You're welcomed." She kissed me on both cheeks and winked at me, then added "Bye-bye now!" before shutting the door. I guess I don't need to explain what effect my wife has on me when she wears the black or the pink pairs of panties that I thoroughly cleaned in Mistress Abigail's dungeon...