4 comments/ 18627 views/ 3 favorites Up There By: magmaman {OK. This one has some kinky stuff in it, probably far on the mellow side compared to some I read here. Just a short story about silly fantasies and a couple enjoying naughty sexuality. Is he a cuckold? Maybe, maybe not. You decide. To the gentleman who wrote with some honest criticism on my last poor effort, thank you. See? I am trying!} +++ Eliott sat there at the bar, swirling the ice in his half full glass. Normally he never drank more than just one mixed drink, but this was his third. His body, not used to being basically attacked by Alcohol was rebelling. He managed a belch, it made his throat and tongue sting. "Anything else I can get for you, sir?" The overly endowed bartender asked as she energetically cleansed the bar in front of him. This of course made her on the voluptuous breasts sway nicely, one of her methods of increasing her tips. Normally Eli would have been paying quite a bit of attention to the woman's rather large amount of exposure, but his mind was whirling with what could be going on up in the room. "No, thanks. I have had enough." He told her, pulling out a bill and slipping it under his glass. Glancing at his watch, there was still ten long minutes to go. There was a glass sitting on the bar with various cigarettes in it, he took one and lit it. Eli didn't even smoke normally, but for some reason he wanted one. The bartender gave him a huge smile and moved to wait on another customer. +++ They were just kids, in high school, Jeanette got assigned to be his partner in a science project. Part of it was they were supposed to grade each other's work. At one point she wrote his name down on some papers, spelling it "Eliot" and he had written hers down as "Jeanete." She pointed, told him it was "tt" in her name. "You left one of my T's out." Was the way she said it. Then he noticed what she had done and being a bit of a wiseass back then, he told her she had left his "tt's" out too. She looked at him and grinned, then flushed at realization of the silly dual meaning. Jeanette took a sideways glance at Eliott, God he was cute, she thought. More light banter followed, they ended up going down to the corner store and having some snow cones. Just to talk about their project for school, of course. Somewhere in there she renamed him Eli and he renamed her Jeanie and the wisecrack about leaving their "tt's" out popped up regular as clockwork. They were both giggling at the light banter. At one point Eli had touched the back of her hand as he made a point, she felt that deep inside. Then their eyes met and held for several long moments. "God, he is so cute!" She thought again. The next day she was walking down the hall and Eli appeared next to her and walked along with her. Just his being there beside her made her heart flutter. That became a regular thing that Jeanie looked forward to. By the end of high school the two of them were hopelessly in love. The next Fall they were married, way too young by some standards but it worked and they were both happy with each other. She came to him that first night dressed in the prettiest nightie she owned. She knew he was going to touch her, see her, and her nervousness was clear. No man had ever seen her, touched her at all except for the old Doctor her Mother took her to. That was terrible, the old fellow had leaned down between her legs, actually touched her...there! She hated that part, the Doctor had to be at least 40, maybe older. But in a crazy way, that felt kind of good, which embarrassed her even more. When she saw Eli's member for the first time, it was startling, even though she did know what to expect. Jeanie had seen photos, and she knew what would happen from the sex education classes, still, this was way more than she expected. It looked way larger than those photos, and it stood up hard, those classes only show a male member erect in drawings. It meant he really loved her, she could see that instantly. It wasn't so huge, in fact it looked a lot like the pictures she had seen, but it was far bigger than she expected. Of course Jeanie knew what it was like to put her own finger in there, this was a lot more than that. Her man was so beautiful lying there like that, Jeanie felt like she was the luckiest woman on Earth. Sliding quickly into the bed, Eli began to kiss her in ways she had never allowed before, but it was all right now, they were married. Then hesitantly, curious, she reached out with one hand and touched Eli. He shuddered at her touch, and that emboldened her. His genitals felt wondeful to her. Eli managed somehow to put her at ease, and by morning there was not a single trace of modesty left in her. For some newlyweds the first time is difficult, so Jeanie had been braced for pain. There wasn't any at all, not even a little bit. She was right, Eli was perfect. Perfect in every respect. +++ The casino floor was right there, and it was noisy. Each fiber of Eli's being suggested that he jump up and go up there to the room, he kept checking his watch. Every single minute of the hour was taking an impossibly long time to pass. The situation was driving him completely crazy, he should have just stayed up there and watched. Of course, Eli was very aware that if he had stayed up there, probably nothing would ever happen, nothing at all. He assumed that his physical was an intimidating factor, the man named Dale acted overly conservative, cautious. Of course, Dale did have his hands on Eli's wife, her attractive but naked body well covered by the drape the man used carefully. With what appeared to be a very physical appearing husband right there, any hanky panky was likely out of the question. Darin didn't know what to expect, not really. Would the man bare her breasts, massage them? Perhaps sneak a look at her most private parts of her body while working on her legs? For some reason the idea of that happening caused excitement in him. How any man could manage to not take a peek when a female body like Jeanie was blessed with, right there in front of him was beyond Eli. Eli and Jeanie had several of those tandem massages earlier during their long vacation, the husband and wife team that came to their room were very nice...and perfectly normal. Those had been only massages, nothing more than that. Fully draped, no touching or even a hint of looking at anything other than bare legs and arms, bare backs. They did feel wonderful, it was an every day thing now on their vacation trip. One entire week in Reno was something that until recently they just could not afford, but a few business deals had clicked and suddenly there was quite a pile of more than normal cash. Jeanie had been tickled when Eli suggested an entire week at the resort, playing the games, sight seeing, soaking in the huge hot tub and sauna they had right there in their room. And the massages, Eli and Jeanie both loved those. Back at home they both used the services down at their gym, but that was just arms and legs, while sitting in a chair fully dressed, or in just their sweats. Once Eli had gotten a full body massage at the gym, he had left his gym trunks on as the overly muscled man had worked on his back. That really did make him feel great. So he had suggested to Jeanie that she might like to try that, but she had flushed at the idea and begged off. The massuer was right there when Eli suggested it, and the interest, then disappointment in the man's eyes at her refusal was clear. Eli grinned to himself at the reaction, it was rather clear the trainer would have loved for a chance to work on Jeanie. That gave Eli an idea, if Jeanie did get a massage, then what if the massuer actually saw her body? The idea popped into his head several times after that, but she had declined so he didn't mention that again. Now they were out of town, at a resort and Jeanie had agreed to give it a try. She did raise one eyebrow when Eli suggested that the woman work on him and the man work on her, but she said nothing. Her nervousness vanished quickly, Dale was very good at his job and she had loved it. When Eli suggested they get one every single day, she agreed. It was great, relaxing. So each day they soaked in the hot tub, then grabbed a quick shower, so they were fresh and ready when the could arrived with their portable tables. The ones they got in their room were different than back at the gym, being completely naked with nothing over them but a sheet was on the naughty side, even though nothing really happened. For some reason, those innocent rubdowns really got both of their juices flowing. Eli watched closely as Dale worked on Jeanie, it was innocent but also hot in a way. Once turned over on his back though, he could no longer see what was happening, and that caused fantasies to creep into his mind. So far, this had been the most sex filled period in their life together. They ended up making love after every session, which was far more than normal for them. Jeanie noticed and loved that, knowing inside that Eli found her being massaged titilating did not bother her one bit. She had been teasing him the entire trip anyway. Even though she had brought along some bras, so far she had not bothered to put one on. Once she had even skipped her panties, although the skirt she had on was past her knees. She had made sure Eli knew that, and that entire evening he was never more than a half dozen feet away from her. Several times his hand brushed her bottom lovingly, so by the time they got back to the room she was ready for him again. +++ Melanie was the woman's name that worked on Eli, she was short, perhaps 5 feet tall, barely. She was pretty in a way with a bubbly and happy personality. Her husband Dale was close to Eli's own size, very well muscled and both of them would be described as attractive. "Do you folks want us to work on your Glutes?" Melanie had asked him at one point during their 3rd session, loudly enough that Eli knew Jeanie heard that. Up until then, the only touch there had been through the drape. Eli could see Jeanie lying there on her tummy, though his table was set much lower than the one she was on. As a result, he could only see the higher points of her body so if the man did take any liberties, he would not be able to be sure of it anyway. That wasn't too likely since he was tying what appeared to be diapers in the sheet before working on her legs. Eli was reasonably certain that Dale did not take any opportunities for illicit peeks at Jeanie at all, and his touching was always a long ways from anything intimate. Still, watching his hands stroke up her bare legs was somehow exciting. The feeling was the same one he got when Jeanie wore one of her sexy tops, and Eli noticed other men gave her appreciative glances. It always made him feel proud when that happened. Dale was working on her neck and shoulders at the time Melanie asked Eli the question, Jeanie's body was fully covered by the drape. "Sure, fine." Eli had responded quietly. Melanie then pulled the drape aside, baring one butt cheek completely. That did feel good, her hands were soft, slick, and it was clear she was quite expert. At one point her fingertips touched his testicles, barely and just for an instant. Eli felt that and he got the slightest glimmerings of an erection. That embarrassed him some, he was glad he was still lying on his stomach. That brief touch also distracted him from what Dale was doing with Jeanie. But that was all Melanie did, and even that was probably just an accident. She said nothing and neither did he, in fact, there was no reaction in her at all. Dale did not ask, when Eli looked up he saw Dale was also working out Jeanie's bare behind nicely. Eli assumed that since he had said it was all right for Melanie to do that to him, Dale must have figured it was all right for him to do the same. Jeanie's eyes were open, looking at Eli, he saw the mild question in her expression. One eyebrow came up, an unspoken question. Eli shrugged slightly, then put his face back into the face cradle so he didn't see the rest. He wanted to, almost desperately, but it felt silly to lay there and stare as the man worked. Then it was time to turn over, and he could no longer watch Dale work on Jeanie. Again the thought that he wanted desperately to see that flooded over him. He also had an erection now, he knew that Melanie could see that reaction in the cloth but she gave no sign at all. The couple were barely out the door before Jeanie was in his arms. +++ Later, they talked about it, Jeanie told him that Dale didn't do anything at all other than just rub her fanny. Then he had covered her body and worked the other side, going so far as to wrap the sheet underneath her thigh to assure nothing got exposed. The drape also covered her breasts completely, and his fingers never went past the edge of the material. "What would you have done if he had...you know...actually touched you..there?" Eli asked. "God. I don't know. I don't think he ever would, not with you right there." She giggled softly at saying that. At this point Jeanie was quite aware that the sessions excited Eli, and from the few comments he had made he didn't mind Dale working her body. It appeared to turn him on and he took that out on her, that was great. "So how about if I leave the two of you alone, then?" Eli asked, getting a momentary glance from her. "I don't know. Maybe, but I doubt it. Why? Are you thinking what I think you are?" Jeanie smiled at him, she knew very well that Eli was a bit of a voyeur, she sometimes wore a low cut top and no bra to tease him, delighting in his typical reaction. In fact, earlier that day the top she had on exposed quite a bit of her breasts. She did that deliberately, looking forward to the reaction he would have once they were back in their suite. Without fail her husband's eyes would be on her, and that made her feel good. It felt so wonderful, knowing just a hint of her soft breasts was enough for her man to begin to get excited, even after years together. "I guess maybe it might be...hot...if he..saw you." Eli admitted, somewhat hesitantly. "Wow. You are serious, aren't you? You mean, let him look at my bare boobies, maybe even touch?" Jeanie saw Eli's face was flushed, so she kept a teasing tone in her voice. She brought up her hand and bounced one cloth covered breast at him to demonstrate, he reddened even more and his mouth worked a couple of times before he spoke. "I could maybe just leave my TT's out? Let him massage them?" Jeanie smirked at him, mentioning their private joke. His answer was not quite what she expected. "Yea, I guess. I mean, I would want you to tell me, and of course I don't want anything else to happen. It would just be a massage?" Eli managed a grin. Jeanie laughed at that. "Honey, that would be very naughty." Jeanie teased. "Nobody knows us here, and it's just massaging." He answered. It was clear to her that the drift of their conversation was getting her man fussed up. "Well, I guess we will just see what happens then." She slipped into Eli's arms and that was all it took. He was quite erect, she felt that the instant she pressed her lower body to him. That session was completely amazing, Eli even managed a 2nd time, although that one was a little bit weak. Jeanie had several hickeys on her breasts, which was fair since she left a few of her own on him. At one point she even took him into her mouth, normally that was something she only did to please him, but somehow this time it was wonderful. His member had been soft and then she felt it begin to grow as she did her best to please him. The surprise was when she had a small climax while doing it, that was new, also. Showering, she thought about what they had just done, the first one right down on the carpet in their room like a couple of teenage kids. Jeanie loved the way Eli's long body was solid from years at the gym, the way he got so firm and stayed that way. The 2nd time was on the bed and it was clear they would need to request fresh sheets from the maid. Jeanie tittered to herself, wondering what the Hispanic maid would think. Her nipples felt extremely firm as she washed herself, this whole trip had been just wonderful so far. There was nowhere to be, nothing to do that they didn't want to, no concerns about the costs of anything. Jeanie stretched, her body had never felt so alive. When she dressed, she selected the lowest cut top she had with her, and no bra. The slacks she put on were snug and showed off her fanny well. Like always, Eli's eyes lit right up when she came out. Holding hands, they went down to the casino floor to play some. She actually won a little bit, but Eli lost because he was paying more attention to her than what he was doing. Plus the game was not her man's thing, he was terrible at it. Sitting at a blackjack table, Eli motioned to hit once when he had a king and a seven in his hand. Of course he drew a 10, Jeanie was sitting there with a 9 of clubs and a duece of spades. Her own draw was a 3, then a queen. The dealer was showing a 5, for God's sakes. "We had better change places if you are going to do that." Jeanie giggled when she saw the dealer break. Then she got up, leaned over to pick up her purse, knowing Eli would get a glimpse at her breasts. She did turn in such a way that the dealer could not see, he had been paying her a lot of attention, along with a few other patrons. She took the seat on Eli's right, then she realized that when she had bent over to retrieve her purse, the older man sitting on the end must have gotten a rather spectacular flash. He grinned broadly at her, so she grinned back. After that was when she won a few hands and they ended up almost even, not bad at all. Back in the room Jeanie was thinking that perhaps Eli had recovered some, but not to be. He did mention that he had noticed she had shown off the whole thing to that older man with a chuckle. "That was just an accident, honey." She told him with a smirk. She hugged him and gave him a deep kiss but he was really spent so they just went to bed. Still, she was completely content to sleep wrapped snugly in his arms. +++ The next day they had a tandem scheduled for two in the afternoon, just before one PM the room phone rang and it was Melanie. Jeanie was in the shower at the time, washing in preparation for their massage session. Melanie told Eli that she had a chance at another client and asked if it was OK if they both came by at six that evening instead of at two. "If Dale is free, how about he comes by, and I can get mine at 6 then?" Eli suggested. "I thought you guys liked the tandems?" Melanie asked. "We do, but maybe having a...a private session would be a nice change? Jeanie is showering now so she is ready." That sounded lame to Eli, he regretted saying that almost instantly. Melanie was quiet for a moment. "I see. Sure, that would be fine, we aim to please." It almost sounded like she giggled softly, Eli couldn't be sure. As it turned out, Dale was available, and Eli went ahead and booked the new schedule. He told Jeanie when she came out, she had been in the shower when the phone rang. "Really? I guess it's OK. Are you going to be here?" She asked. "I was...I was thinking maybe I would just go downstairs, leave the two of you alone?" Eli blushed at saying that and Jeanie of course saw right through that. "I see. But what if he...uncovers me more than normal?" She asked. "That would be up to you of course, babe. It's just a...massage." Eli told her. "But you would like that, wouldn't you honey?" Jeanie looked down. Up There The bulge in his trousers answered her question. Plus Eli's face was flushed. Jeanie's mind flashed back to the afternoon before, Eli had became so turned on at the idea of Dale rubbing her bare fanny that he managed two erections with her! That after also making love to her every single day, all week. Jeanie had loved that, sex with her husband was a wonderful thing already, but that last session was way beyond normal. "I guess we will just find out what he might do." She said with a grin before he could respond. +++ Eli answered the door at Dale's knock, let him in. The man went over and set up his table like he always did. "Sorry about the change, we know you guys like the tandems but a chance at a new client is important to us. Melanie and I can use the extra cash." Dale said. "It's OK. We don't mind, we have nowhere to be anyway. We are on vacation, kicking up our heels so the whole idea is to relax, get some...you know...pleasure out of it." Eli said. He let his voice stress the word "pleasure" since Jeanie was in the other room. Dale looked up at him with mild surprise, then he grinned. "It's just that both of you guys are so good at what you do, I mean. Jeanie isn't...uhh..bashful..I mean..she likes to be comfortable." Eli added. "God. Now why did I say that?" Eli thought. "I will see what I can do." Dale replied with a smile. Jeanie came out, she was wrapped in a large bath towel instead of the huge hotel robe she had always used up to this point. It came down to just a few inches below her crotch and she looked sexy as hell that way. She gave the two of them a big smile. Then when Dale turned away for a moment and reached for a pillow, she lifted the towel and flashed Eli, giving him an impish smirk. Eli realized she had trimmed her pubic hair into a perfect little "V". His heart jumped in his throat. "Well...I guess...I think I will go down to the main floor, have me one of those free drinks, maybe try and win some money." Eli said to no one in particular. "OK. We won't do anything you wouldn't do." Jeanie stuck her tongue out at him. Teasing her husband was so much fun. She was already anticipating what he would be like when he got back to the room. Sex was normally three or four days apart, now she was sure she was going to get some more of it even after that crazy couple of hours the afternoon before. +++ Dale left the room as Jeanie got on the table, pulling the sheet over herself. When he came out he asked her if she preferred a soft towel or the drape. That was new, he always just used the drape before. "A towel is fine, as long as you are comfortable." She told him. "Great, that is easier because I don't have to tie all of those little knots. It makes my job easier." He said. Dale lay a large towel over her body, slid the drape carefully out from underneath it and set it aside. Then the session went perfectly normal, except in her mind Dale did go slightly higher up the back of her thighs. He couldn't tie the towel like he did the drape, instead he just tucked it in securely between her cheeks. He did fold it over without asking and rubbed her fanny, doing each side rather quickly. Just as she was wishing he would spend more time there, his hands moved to her sides. He folded the towel towards himself all the way down her back and began to work her sides from her hips to her rib cage. They were both quiet the entire time, and it became very clear that Dale was going to do nothing at all without some encouragement. It was in Jeanie's mind to perhaps let Dale have a brief little peek, or perhaps when she turned over she could flash a bare breast, something like that? Then she could tell Eli all about it, she knew exactly what would happen when she did. She was feeling deliciously naughty. Several possible things to say slid into her mind, somehow let Dale know that taking a couple of small liberties would be all right. "Could you maybe work out my legs a little more, and my...butt a little better?" God, did she just say that? Jeanie felt her face flush slightly. "It just...just feels so good, is all, and sitting on those stools down in the casino....?" She added quickly. "I understand. Sure." Dale shifted to the foot of the table, began to run his hands up both of her legs almost to her behind. "Still OK?" He asked her quietly. "Uh huh." She answered. His fingers were stroking the back of her leg, then they drifted down to her inner thigh, pulling the flesh sideways. That felt delicious, and she felt her loins dampen slightly. God, he was touching her within just an inch or so of her most intimate spot. Jeanie felt the towel shift slightly, so she rolled her body and then opened her legs a few inches, settling back in. She felt the slightly cool air, and knew that she was probably at least partially exposed. Dale made one more partial stroke, then he hesitated. Jeanie was fairly sure he could now see at least a portion of her hairy vagina. She was completely sure of it when Dale reached up and tugged it to more securely cover her. "Sorry." He told her. "Oh, no problem. I am not bashful at all, it is just that my upper legs and behind never get any attention so I am glad you don't mind working higher. It's...uhh...OK..?" Jeanie managed to stifle a giggle at her almost naughty comment. Just the thought that he had seen her caused her loins to flush, her body shuddered mildly and she took a deep breath to control that. Dale stepped up to her side. He reached out with both hands, placed them at the top of her hips, then moved them in small flowing circles. "I do have some techniques that I use with people that I know...very well. Those are a bit...intimate, so I always leave that up to the client." He told her, leaning down and almost whispering. His right hand now rested gently on the small of her back. "So it's up to you of course. They are very..relaxing, though." He added. "Oh? That sounds so wonderful." Jeanie told him. "All right then. Remember it's your session, so if anything makes you even slightly uncomfortable, let me know, OK?" "OK." Jeanie replied in a tiny voice. +++ The massage then changed, the touch became much lighter, Dale's fingers went in close up the back of her legs, cupping her buttock right at the crease. She was very aware that his hand was well underneath the lower edge of the towel. That first stroke caused Jeanie to tense slightly, it was far more intimate than anything Dale had done and she was not quite ready for it. "Still OK?" He asked quietly. "Uh huh." Jeanie whispered. Those stokes then continued, it felt very good and she quickly relaxed. Dale's fingers went inside her thighs and up, stopping barely short of her most intimate flesh. It felt amazing, incredible, and Jeanie felt her mind focus on the touch completely. After several minutes of that, her hips lifted up off the table slightly, reaching for those fingers, so tantalizingly close. Dale stepped around again to the other side, let his hands slide up her inner thigh. When his hand tugged gently, Jeanie let her knees part, she could not have stopped herself at that point anyway. Dale never actually touched her vagina but she could feel his fingers making tiny circles right alongside. Both hands drew up together, they had to be within an inch or so of her rectum, that sensation was incredible. In the back of her mind she was aware that now she was almost completely uncovered, her feet were pulled up halfway, her knees flopped out to the side so far she had to turn her hip slightly. Lying like that on her front was a completely awkward position and she was not sure quite how she ended up like that. Jeanie kept her eyes squeezed shut tightly the whole time. Sensing her mild discomfort, Dale rolled her over onto her side, with her back to him. Jeanie was aware that her breasts were bare and now he could see them, but she was beyond caring. Dale slipped her upper leg forward, left her lower leg straight. His hand went to the back of her knee and he drew it towards himself, slowly, agonizingly slowly. The other hand slid over her side, brushed the side of her bare breast, almost tickling. His fingers never actually stroked her vagina, instead drifted back towards himself each time he came tantalizingly close. Jeanie was beyond protesting now. It went on for what seemed to be hours, over and over, first on one side and then to the other, then just as she thought that it was over, he went back and began again. She felt her body want to orgasm, but she tried to hold that back. Dale sensed that and stopped just short of creating a climax each time, then as her body calmed he began again. Fingers went around her body and cupped one breast, teasing her nipple. For a moment she lost track of Dale's other hand, then she felt it on her shoulder as the other hand brushed across her bare bosum repeatedly. Her hips were thrusting with a mind of their own, she wanted him to touch her more firmly, but he didn't. His hands and fingers held her right there, almost the entire time, it was driving her crazy. Then just as she almost lost control completely, Dale stopped and asked her to turn over onto her back. Awareness came flooding back, Jeanie's chest was heaving. She lay there on her side for several long moments. Her husband had been thinking that perhaps something might happen, well, she most certainly had something to tell him now! Without thinking, Jeanie rolled over onto her back. Then she realized that she was completely nude, no towel at all on her upper body, the cloth now bunched at her waist. Her arm came up to cover her breasts by instinct. Her face flamed, what Dale had just done to her was so far beyond anything she had planned to allow that she was mortified at herself. Dale saw that instantly, he reached over for some towels, covered her breasts and lower body. "Relax, it's OK. Most women become shy after having that experience." He smiled down at her. "What in the world was that, how do you manage to...to do that?" "It's called Tantra, some of it I learned when I lived in India. The idea is to create an awareness in your own sexuality, so the responses are as close to emotional as they are to physical." "I..I almost did....But you kept stopping..?" Jeanie muttered. She sat up, clutching the towels tightly to herself. Her larger bathtowel lay there on a nearby chair, she had no idea when he had changed to the smaller ones. Dale turned his back as she reached for it. That was completely silly, he had already seen her body naked, somehow touched her in a more inimate way than any man ever had, except for her husband. Now covered, she turned back to him. Dale smiled at her as he gathered his gear. "I didn't mean to...I mean..?" Jeanie stammered. "Yes, I understand completely. There is nothing to be ashamed of, that was not for me, you see. It was for you, and for your husband." Dale smiled at her as he closed the folding table. "It was wonderful. I could have..would have...?" Jeanie realized she had tears in her eyes, she could not help that. If Dale had slid up on top of her, took her, there was no way at all that she could have stopped him. "I know, and that's OK too. Your husband will be up soon." He smiled a knowing smile. Finding the clipboard, Jeanie signed the ticket charging the massage to their room, adding a generous tip. Dale glanced at it and thanked her, then he was gone. Jeanie sat there wrapped in her robe for just a couple of minutes, then she got up to go shower. Her body was slick with the oil, it smelled of Coconut. That had happened, it had actually happened. It was far more than her intentions, letting the man see her bare breasts, perhaps even touch her there a bit? She felt herself shudder again. Where was Eli? She needed him now, desperately. She wanted to tell him what had happened, what she had allowed. There was a mild fear that he would be upset, but there must never be an secrets. She found herself listening for the door to open. +++ Downstairs, Eli's watch finally passed the hour mark, he forced himself to wait one more minute, then he went to the elevators. Jeanie was in the shower when he opened the door, she came out minutes later. Seeing him, she hopped happily into his lap. "So how did it go?" He asked. "Come to bed and I will tell you all about it!" She said. Eli did only manage one time but that one time was great. Her body slid almost naturally into orgasm the instant her husband began to slip inside of her body, and it went on and on. Jeanie lost complete track, it wasn't a series of climaxes, it was one long and continuous one. Then cuddling, she told Eli all about the massage session. She held nothing back, even though she was not completely sure of his reaction. "I didn't expect it to..go that far? That just..happened. Are you upset with me?" She asked him at one point. "He didn't put his fingers..inside or anything? He just looked, touched is all?" "No, he really didn't even actually touch me there. But I don't think I could have stopped him either, honey. I'm sorry." "No, don't be sorry, it's partly my fault and besides, you enjoyed it and no harm was done....Plus I have never seen you quite this way." Eli grinned at her. Jeanie hugged her man tightly. "Someone saw my TT's." Jeanie grinned. They both roared at that. "Maybe I need some lessons? I have never seen you quite like this. God, I wish I could have seen that. He actually almost touched you, but he wouldn't let you...?" Eli asked even though she had already told him. "Yes, he sure did. It was...amazing. He saw everything too, honey. I really didn't plan on it going that far though. You aren't upset, are you?" She asked him again. "No, of course not. I just wish....?" Eli sighed. "You wish you could see that? Maybe you can?" Jeanie hopped up, went over and picked up the phone. "Hi, Dale? We were wondering if you might be free at six when Melanie comes up?" "Oh, great!" "Does Melanie know how to...?" "Yes, that is what I mean." "Really? God, that would be wonderful!" "Yes, Both of us here, it will be fine." "Yes, just like the last one, that was amazing!" Jeanie giggled and hung up. "What did he say?" Eli asked, surprised. "They will both be here at six. So you get to watch, and I can hardly wait until I get to see what she does to you!" Jeanie climbed into his lap again. Eli actually responded again, that was certainly clear. "Assuming you have anything left, that is." She laughed. Up They Go and Off Again Divine Mistress Catja, Having right now an extra air mattress so I can lay on the mattress. This way your slut is able to present its analcunt on better height to serve you. Doing blowjobs goes deeper and deeper in my throat. Hoping your whore is allowed to deepthroat you while you're standing. Your slut found yesterday a perfect nylon which one I will wear for you in the session following on next Monday. Beside this your whoring slut has ordered PVC Skirt. Hoping it will fit. Personally your slut enjoys when nipple clamps are placed and removed. About the funnel, it is of course up to you whether you want to donate directly in your horny pissslut or by the carafe. I got 3 extra wetsheets so the entire floor is covered. When you ring the doorbell your slut will open the door and your blindfolded will wait for You. Forfilled by thankfulness your humble filthy slut wishing you a nice weekend. The house phone rings I press the button and listen or I hear her footsteps. Set the door ajar. Remove my shirt and put on the mask. Kneeling I blindfold myself waiting on Goddess Catja and things to come. I hear all the sounds, dogs, cars and my breathing. Firm steps, door closing. 'Well filthy slut'. (I only answer if she is asking for response) 'Filthy slut?' 'Yes Mistress?' 'Here I am again.' 'Yes making me very happy ... Mistress.' The clock strikes 12. 'See I am someone of the time exactly 12 hours' She is teasing my nipples with her nails. 'How do you like this?' 'It's a wonderful feeling Mistress.' 'Well ... Ahh thats the decanter. It will be a delight when I'm going to fill it full of piss. Mmmm delicious. Stay in this position ... Have you heard that correctly?' 'Yes Mistress' 'Filthy slut?' 'Yes Mistress' The waiting itself is a true sensation. Hear zippers, sliders of the bag and her footsteps. Am completely committed at her mercy Got my nose carefully cleaned. During a blowjob I do not like to suffer from nasal congestion. Also for the poppers, it is very important that the inside of the nose is completely clean. 'Well filthy slut, mmmmm.' Hear chains next to me. Noticing a lot coming out from the bag next to me piece by piece. 'Come forward.' 'Excuse me Mistress' Crawling forward to her. 'Well you have again done whoring shopping ... filthy slut?' 'Yes Mistress' 'Mmmmm get over here. Up they go and off again.' I start moaning. I myself do this always careful. 'Up they go and off again. You have written to me you like me doing this.' 'Yes Mistress.' 'Am I telling the truth filthy slut?' 'Yes Mistress.' 'Up they go and off again.' My nipples are super sensitive 'Yes Mistress.' 'Then you will feel' 'I will take a drink. So I can fill that decanter full of piss.' My breathing increases. 'You have rinsed the glass in a good way filthy slut?' 'Yes Mistress' 'So there is no foam left, huh?' 'No Mistress'. (I have always at the top of the closet the glass which belongs to Mistress Catja and rinse it with water. Then I check if it is clean. After the session I use a paper towel to dry. Then I place it back filled with water.) 'There is no washing up liquid in the glass?' 'No Mistress.' 'You know it 100 percent for sure?' (If I repeat something I must deny the meaning in the affirmative. This is something I need to take care off) 'Yes Mistress.' 'Mmmmm ... you are very convinced of it filthy slut. If it's not true, I will make you laugh.' (A shiver runs through my body.) I am still blindfolded. I start again to groan while Mistress Catja playing with my nipples. ' Up they go and off again just as long until calluses on those nipples will come.' (Pain addicted slut like me has doubts about this. What I feel is indescribable.) 'Am I clear? Do you hear what I am telling you?' 'Yes Mistress.' (I hear everything at the moment. Every move she makes. Every breathe she takes.) 'Mmmmm' (my sighing transforms in to small cries of pleasure pain.) 'You did rehearse so well? Right?' 'Yes Mistress.' 'I want to see that you did.' In the meantime feel the nipple clamps on and off going as if little mice teeth gnaw my nipples. 'Do you understand?' With a raised voice I answer 'Yes Mistress' The sounds that I produce are without limits. I gasp ever more. This is heavenly. The nipple clamps go there. I hear the chain that is laid on the table. The feeling in the nipples stays. Because I am still blindfolded I am not aware anymore if they are still there. 'Mmmmm.' She is running Her nails and squeezes them in my nipples. 'Well time to enjoy my glass. Soon you will enjoy. I hope for you.' 'Yes Mistress.' Seems to me the nipple clamps are still on and Mistress Catja draws them to the chain which connect both nipple clamps. The blindfold is taken off and a true Goddess sitting in front of me. 'Filthy slut lick my boots.' 'That's the way, keep on going.' (Love it, this is an honor. try only with my tongue and not with my teeth.)'That's the way to do it ... Mmmmm.' How she manages I don't know but the nipples are being stretched. Only thing that I see are her divine boots). 'Well I will place your leash better. Your Mistress wants you to give a proper blowjob to my heels.' My lips sliding over her heel without grasping. 'Time for the other filthy slut!(Have seen many movies showing other slaves licking the boots of their Mistress.) 'Well done. Keep going. All the way up.` Going up and down with my tongue feeling the leather. At the top I keep watching the edge. Right and left my tongue licks Her boot.) 'Well done ... get over here. Mmmmm. Up they go and off again. Have you written this or not? 'Yes Mistress.' 'Mmmmm?' 'O yes.' (Sighing in my hornyness.) 'Got something else nice for You.' She is handing me the BRA with needles (One of my favorites). 'Hold it.' This painslut lets out cries of pleasure as the small needles are being tightened. 'Ordered slutty outfits?' Shyly I confirm: 'Yes Mistress.' 'Mmm well done.' She is presenting the dildo for me. Opening my mouth and start to lick. 'As deep as possible filthy slut.' Bring it in as deep as possible and at the moment I feel it against the back stretching my tongue out so it's able go in further . Bites it quite awhile and then pull back 'Pour some in front of me yet again filthy slut.' I refill her glass. 'As you please Mistress' 'Thank you so much filthy slut.' 'I will fill with pleasure that decanter full of piss. So you can drink it straight away nice and empty. Mmmm?' 'Thank You Mistress' 'Get on your belly! Dont touch my stuff filthy slut!' (Mistress Catja is the best. All her attributes are on the total width of the bed. It is hard to get in position without touching her material.) 'Watch it! You're not going to ruin my stuff?' 'No Mistress' Moving on my Belly I go forward (The needles cause a sensation) 'Looks like shit!' Sighing I am waiting for what is to come. 'Further forward. Well done.' (Clock strikes half past one, time to be ...?) 'Get over Here ... Arms!' (Because I need to stretch the arms I can no longer rely on my elbows and feel the needles prick). Wrist bands are attached to each other and then tied to the saddle rod from the hometrainer. I get without warning just above my butt with the whip a well-aimed strike. 1, second one goes little harder. 3, 4, 5, 6 (subdued I moan). 7, 8 (strikes becoming harder. No rhythmic pace. Try to keep my cries in pain for myself but whether that's really a good idea?) 9, 10 (My sighs are interrupted by cries of pleasure. Will not sooner ask for mercy till 30 is reached). 11 (no mercy, each time the whipping going harder at slut's meat) 12 (previous time, Mistress Catja whipped on the covered buttocks. Now it is directly on the white meat). Hearing how she grabs something else I try to relax in the meantime. 13, 14, 15, 16 (The lashes come faster in a row) 17 (my cries changing in a kind of sobbing) Mmmmm 18, 19, 20, 21 'Yes filthy slut.' 22 (The whipping follow with different intervals. Relaxing would be best but this does not work this way). 23, (sounds I produce are reminiscent of a dog that gets a beating by his Mistress) 24, 25, 26, 27 (Last time I produced these sounds was at the moment my mother died. Then it was of sadness, now it's of pleasure.) 28! 'Well that makes you feel better. Time to relax for a moment for you. Mmmmm.` Mistress Catja leaves the room. The sound of her boots on the laminate give a strange sense of a mix of excitement, AWE and a sense of security. (Hear the alarm from my phone. Its 12:36.)The steps coming back closer. 'Well, filthy slut, mmmm. Your phone is ringing. Fine, you can't answer it.' (Dont like to give Mistress Catja new ideas. But its crossing my mind She would be able to present her slut the phone. Reason I write this in my report is that this slut fully owned by Mistress Catja and she is entitled to all my thoughts) 'It is the alarm Mistress' Only response are her footsteps. She retrieves something from her bag. The cord is detached. 'Well ... filthy slut take your legging off.' With difficulty I turn around. 'What are you doing? Get from that bed!' 'Would actually need to cut a hole in that. So it becomes a kind of open crotch filthy slut.' 'Yes Mistress.' 'Do You hear what I say?' 'Yes Mistress that I should cut a hole in my crotch' 'Yes indeed. Then you can just keep it on. By simply cutting a hole in that whoring crotch from you.' 'Next time I have a leggings without crotch.' 'Hmm?' 'Next time I have leggings without crotch.' 'Correct ... then I can reach for it right away.' 'Crawl! Up!'(The worst I have had now. 28 whippings. Time to get fucked.) 'Grab a condom of the dresser.' Mistress Catja keeps the dog leash in front of my mouth. 'Bite!' For a moment my attention waned and the belt falls out of my mouth. 'Tell me filthy slut ... you cannot even keep a belt in your mouth? You cannot even keep a belt in your whoring throat?' Diffident and unsure I confirm with a stammering 'Yes Mistress.' 'Mmmm.' Mistress Catja's humming this way does not bode well. I doubt if I should kneel or stand. 'Give me that lace-up cord.' 'Which lace-up cord do you mean?' 'A lace to truss your balls. Go search for it.' In despair I look on and around the bed(Only thing I see is an orange cord.). 'I find nothing.' Well go and get one out your shoe. That's easy to do.' (Still have new laces but those are in the kitchen on the side of the gallery. Misery is that the plates of the kitchen not fully close. Anyone who can pass will see me. With my mask and my slave harness. There is nothing else I can do. I head to the kitchen hoping that the neighbors do not happen to be walking by. It is an obedience test, nothing else) Try to grab as soon as possible the lace. Mistress Catja comes after me. 'Hurry ...hurry hurry!'. Relieved I follow her again back to the safe room where no one can see me. 'That's the way to do it.' (With a few movements She binds the balls of her slut) 'There you go. Thats how we do it ... filthy slut.' Mistress Catja retrieves the BRA with needles off and placing back the clasps on it. (See a gentle smile. One thing is for sure. She is the best. A Mistress that understands her craft. There is no school for that. You got it or you dont and Goddess Catja got it) The nipples are now even more sensitive. Feeling the clasps again in my nipples. Just on the edge. Looking straight ahead. 'Very effective.' Mistress Catja gives with her riding crop a small fast rag while she tugs the nipple clamps off with the chain.(It is only the beginning). 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 'Have mercy Mistress' 'What did you say to me?' 'Have mercy Mistress.' 'Have mercy!?` (Dont dare to look at the Mistress.) 'Is that fair?' 'No Mistress' (Should have said 'That is not fair Mistress. Everything you doing for me is good. Your wish is sluts law.) 7 ... She strikes me even harder. 'There you go. Get that leather hood from you.' Shivering I get it and I hand it to her. She pulls it over my other mask. 'Place it.' (Get the mask with some effort placed correctly. A mask is good. I am a slave. The mask ensures that I am anonymous) 'Mmmm. You see everything well?' 'Yes Mistress.' 'Turn around. (The laces of the thread mask are firmly drawn. Thereby shifts the other mask a bit) 'We will check how large this whoring throat is from you.' Mistress Catja presenting her strapon. 'Look in front of you filthy slut. Get on your knees. Now give me a blowjob! Open your whoring mouth as wide as possible.' Imagining it's a real cock. Getting on my knees while Mistress Catja standing before me. This is what I long for. This is what I am ... I'm not attractive, not gay but currently I am 200 percent slut. The mouth of the thread mask is actually too small to give a proper blowjob. Drool running between the 2 masks on my chin. Start moaning like a horny sow in springtime. 'That's the way to do it.' Taking it as deep as possible inside my slutty mouth. 'Go for it!' (Shit, got real problems to get the dildo in my throat) 'Yes deeper.' 'Time to give the Mistress a blowjob. You are a true filthy slut.' 'Am I allowed to take of the leather hood Mistress?' 'Take it of.' (She leaves the room for a moment. Giving me time to recover a little.) 'Well ... prove to me you are a professional in giving blowjobs. Deeper! Yes that's how it is done.' Slide with my tongue over the black shaft back and forth and then diligently taking the full size of Mistress Catja's sacred strap in my throat. Further aint possible. Spit a little on the shaft as I've seen in many deepthroat movies. 'I will take a seat. Remove your hand filthy slut! Get over Here.' Without touching her divinity I continue with the blowjob. 'Get on your hands and knees on that bed.' She moves briefly back and forth. 'Wonder how big your whoring cunt is.' Had hopes to be allowed sniffing poppers. I want to be a slut and sluts like me have to accept what they are getting. The additional air bed is to get the bed on the right height so I can offer my anal pussy for use. Just as previous session I have 3 hours ago plugged, emptied, rinsed out and totally cleaned my anal pussy. As a result, it is a delight when the plug is placed at my hungry pussy by Mistress Catja. Start moaning, going gently back and forth like a real analslut. 'Get back over here with your whoring cunt!' Fucking the buttplug makes me more excited. Moaning and sighing changing into female horny expressions. Faster and faster I move for fear that the blissful feeling changes. 'Come back with your whoring cunt.' My horny moans turns into growling. This is a perfect feeling. 'That's the way to do it ... Yes!' The more relaxed I moan all the more Mistress Catja teasing her slut. 'Get back filthy slut!' Pleasure turns into pain. Sounds I make aint human. 'Get back I told you! Get back!' Trying to get back as best as I can. What she does I cannot see if it's her strap or the plug entering my arse I can't figure out. Only thing I know is that the blissful feeling turns to pain. 'Have mercy Mistress' I stammer. 'Got it nice and bloated.' 'Yes Mistress.' 'You have no paper towel available over here filthy slut' Getting a tap with her riding crop. 'Paper towel! You always have it over here' (Get in despair. Denying is not done.) 'Paper towel! Go get it.' This is no coincidence. Once again the chance being spotted by the neighbours. 'Yes Mistress.' Painfully I get from the bed. Feeling my cunt in another way. Obedient with fear I quickly walk in and out of the kitchen. 'Here you go Mistress.' 'This aint much, is it?' 'No Mistress. You like to have more? 'Go wash Your hands, right now!''Yes Mistress.' She points the butt plug, 'Throw down that thing and go wash your hands. You see that you are a real filthy slut? 'Yes Mistress.' I wash my hands in the shower 'Okay, hands and knees at the bed. Mmmmm' 29! Unexpectedly I get with the paddle 30! 31 is she using the riding crop? Do not know. 32. How many still to come? 'Just come over here with your whoring throat. That's the way to do it.' 33! 34, 35 every stroke I answer with a restrained groan. 'Have mercy.' 'Have mercy?!' 'Yes Mistress.' 36!! 'You get the other side also filthy slut! Not having enough paper towel for the Mistress!' 37, 38. Does the strokes getting harder or am I getting more sensitive? 'Okay, stay in this position.' I am on the edge of what I can handle. Strictly I asked for. Strictly I am getting it. 'Such a delight. Time for me to fill that carafe full of piss. This will be nice and tasty. Okay filthy slut come and take a look. Turn around. Stay over there. Mmmm.' It is a privilege to see how she pours her precious champagne in the carafe. 'Hold it.'(I keep the carafe with the precious content carefully in my hands). 'Well. Drink it.' 'Not with the funnel Mistress?' ' What did you say?' 'Not with the funnel?' 'Yes, go and get the funnel'(The tone of her voice sounds different.) Biggest goal in this filthy sluts life is to please supreme Mistress Catja. Whatever she wish me to do I will perform in the best way I am able to do. I am her slut. 'Would You like to place it?''Let me see. Hold it at the back.' With the nozzle in I get excited. The straps I have already customized as much as possible. 'Mmmm, well I am curious filthy slut. Hands on your back' The funnel in front of my face forces me I have to continue to sit upright. Mistress serving me. Her warm divine champagne fills my mouth. The feeling and excitement I have is with nothing to compare. I wanted to practice to see how it would be. Did not do. Am now promoted to be Mistress Catja's toiletslut. A second slightly larger splash follows. Take as much as possible at the same time, don't want any drop to be spilled. Keep a little in my mouth Nothing escapes her attention. 'Drink it all!' In obedience I make my mouth empty with a SWIG movement. This slut cannot be happier. Once again I am treated with what is left in the decanter. Feel a few drops running along my chin. At the time Mistress Catja loosens the funnel I collect fast with my tongue the precious drops of my chin. (Surprises me I feel no shame for my behavior. Anyway why should I?) 'Well, filthy slut?` Emotionally I say thanks to Mistress Catja. 'Sit in front of me. Mmmm. Up they go and off again. Yes! Mmmm.' Mistress Catja sounds very cheerfull. The nipple clamps are biting themselves in my nipples. For a moment pressing the clamps open all the way and then Mistress Catja releases them. 'Ahhhhh.' 'Once again. This is what you have written to the Mistress.' 'Yes Mistress.' 'What did you write.' Half crying 'I have written that I like it Mistress.' 'That's the way to do it.' Every time Mistress Catja releases the nipple clamps I react more intense. 'Look at me! So what does the Mistress?' 'The Mistress ... she ... she.' 'Look at me!' 'She cares for her slave.' Mistress Catja corrects me by opening and releasing the clamps again. 'Hmmm?' 'The Mistress cares for her slave.' 'Absolutely right' (The clamps having more and more impact and are becoming more painful) 'You're a dirty pisslut' 'Yes Mistress' 'Take a good look at me for a moment! Put that on the saddle and show me a blowjob. Get the big dildo.' 'Yes Mistress' ' Hurry, show me how you do it' Diligently I'm going up along the edges. Drool when I am in position above the glans. Licking it first and after this slobbering it all the way in. 'That's the way to do it filthy slut.' Am able to get the dildo all the way up to the base in my throat. At the time that I myself cannot get it deeper in I bite retching I take my hands of Mistress Catja sits next to her slut and looks with approval. Much hornier I can't be. Spluttering, and slobbering I show Mistress Catja my blowjob techniques. 'Open your whoring throat wide open for your Mistress pissslut! Yes that's the way I like to see it done filthy slut.' Up They Go and Off Again In a slow tempo I continue my blowjob and relax enjoying the dripping rubber in my whoring mouth. ' Hmmm, yummy. Well rehearsed filthy slut. Keep on doing.' The Mistress comes forward and pulls on the chain of my nipple clamps. 'Hmmm a real whore. Open up that whoring throat as wide as possible.' I hear while I am occupied with the blowjob Mistress Catja again preparing something for me. 'Continue. I have that carafe for you refilled with piss. So delightfull. I got something for you.' 'Thank you Mistress. Drink it. Now! Straight from the carafe. Hurry.' This is a dream come true for a pissslut.Trying as long as possible, to enjoy the precious content.'Drink pissslut.'(May be my imagination but I hear something of inferiority in her voice.) If the decanter is empty I gargle the last mouthful before swallowing. Sitting forward I start hawking.'Thank you Mistress.' Keep hawking. 'If you're going to puke! Then I will make you laugh!' 'No Mistress' (This slut would prefer to have more) Hear how Mistress Catja flushing the toilet. (Who knows I get even more.) 'Get on your back filthy slut.' Mistress Catja places the massage bar at the penis of her property. 'Mmmm, pissslut!' Moaning I glide with it along the bar. Producing small cries of pleasure. 'Now jerk yourself pissslut!' Place my finger under my scrotum and moving my finger back and forth over the urethra. With the other hand I jerk myself. Mistress Catja sitting next to me. Mistress Catja pulling the chain of the nipple clamps. 'Ahh yes that's the way to do it.' (In my mind I cum. Am extremely excited) 'Keep going.', She is ordering me, 'Hmmm, you should be thankful that I want to be here with You on this day of Pentecost' 'Yes Mistress.' 'Slut! You are such a slut! Made time for you ... pissslut!' Despite that I did not cum I get relaxed. 'You did not cum?' 'No Mistress.' 'Have you not yet done the best you can for your Mistress? Pissslut!' 'No Mistress.' 'Mmmm, get it done.' (This won't work and I feeling myself a terrible loser. Too many emotions too much pressure.) 'Do not disappoint me.' 'Yes Mistress' (Feeling how it swells.) 'Pissslut! Get over here. Stay on your back. I want you to cum for me my whoring slut. A filthy pissslut that's what you are. Do your best I did not come over here for nothing. To be here with you at Pentecost. Whore! Yes go for it.' (Start jerking faster and faster) 'Dont disappoint me, do it! Come on!' (This is such a humilation feeling myself such a impo) 'I won't stay waiting for you filthy slut. Whats the matter with you?' 'Will not masturbate anymore for 2 months Mistress.' 'Seems to me my filthy slut is exhausted. Hmmmm?' ' It was very exciting Mistress.' 'Yes ... if I'm going to go change clothes you will try to jerk yourself once more. Maybe than you will succeed. Did you hear me?' 'Yes Mistress' Getting of the bed. Standing before the mirror I place the nipple clamps with weight.' 'I still have some for you filthy slut.' Mistress Catja presents me again the carafe. 'Take it.' 'Thank you Mistress' 'What are you waiting for? Drink it all!' Without effort I drink the decanter empty (it is certainly a quarter liter of the most exclusive that a pissslut can get) It is an honor to drink Mistress Catja's precious gift. I enjoy and am breathing all excited. 'I'm going to change clothes' 'Yes Mistress' (Got to practice myself to show more gratitude opposite Mistress Catja. Instead of: 'Yes Mistress' saying where possible: 'Thank you Mistress') Masturbating I look at myself. I am not able to cum. Not even if I shake with the nipple clamps. It is the forced performance what fails. To much going through my head. I hear Mistress Catja redressing herself. It's not going to come today, decide to put my favorite leopard leggings on. 'Filthy slut?' 'Yes Mistress' 'You dress up for your Mistress? Better sit down. Time for me to go filthy slut.' 'Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress that you wanted to be here with me.' 'What is your opinion about the session?' 'Very good Mistress.' 'Continue exercising so that you become a better deepthroatslut and pisswhore' 'Yes Mistress.' 'See you soon filthy slut.' Goddess Catja leaves the House but not my mind. Everything that I wish for she has given to me. Thanks to her I have a purpose in life. Serving Mistress Catja. I had indicated she was allowed to be more strict. She was definitely. Ashamed of myself that I still did not manage to cum in her presence. It's just the tension, the complete surrender. At the mercy of the Mistress Catja's goodness. I adore her. Testing my obedience by sending me 2 times to the kitchen where the neighbors could see me. I had indicated that she should be more strict. She was. The perfect mix of being rewarded with her divine champagne interspersed with whipping. The BRA with needles. How she treated the nipples of her slut in a special way. ' Up they go and off again' Have decided only drink scarcely alcohol in exceptional conditions. To live as healthy as possible. Pineapple, asparagus, Broccoli, walnuts, fish. Eating only healthy food as much as possible. Early to bed and 4 weeks in advance for the next session no longer masturbating. The deepthroating, the drinking, the use of the whip and the intrusion of my anal pussy. It is just? Sluts paradise. How much nicer can the life become of a slut as I am. I rinse the carafe and after changing my clothes I put it in the plastic bag and throw it through the waste tube. Was allowed to drink at least three quarter litre of champagne. (Drinking Urine stimulates the immune system and self-healing power.) It stimulates the excretion of excess and toxins through the lymphatic system (lymph nodes, intestines and skin). It stabilizes and balances the emotional housekeeping of the body, as also the hormones and amino acids are excreted through the urine. This is definitely what I experience after drinking Mistress Catja's champagne. Two hours after the session I send Mistress Catja a message. Mistress your slut is grateful for the great session. It is hardly to imagine how this slut ever was able to exist without you. Your slut is addicted to you. One of the most exciting moments was when I had to retrieve a shoe lace and a paper towel in the kitchen with the chance that the neighbors would see me. Genius test of obedience as only a supreme Mistress as you can think of. Thanking you once again for your presence. Your anal pissslut. It was a real pleasure filthy slut. I am looking forward to see your report. Mrs. Catja Thank you Mistress