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My Time Ch. 01

By: bentspear



The air was passing over my body and the effect was always the same, my nipples were firm and pointing toward the ceiling. This time was different however since my vision was being blocked by a blindfold of some sort. I could tell from the chill that I was without clothing and the fact that my arms and legs could move only slightly without something holding me I was being restrained in some capacity. My ears strained trying to pick up something, anything, but nothing could be heard. I pulled on the binding on my hands again and the material would not give. Then I tried to pull at the ones on my feet. Using all the strength I could muster I pulled hard on my right leg. I was able to get a little elevation from the binding, but nothing would give. I slumped back onto the bed and tried to think. How had this all happened, why and even more importantly, could I get away without being harmed? 

I thought back to the events of the day looking for a clue. Nothing came to mind. I got up this morning, I guess it was this morning; I showered and dressed for work. I selected a skirt a bit shorter than my normal routine and it had a delicious split along the right side to my upper thigh. Then there was the blouse, a bit on the translucent side and lower cut than normal as well. I had worn a lacy demi bra and had failed to put on the chemise. The hose were a sheer nude shade and the heels were more for night wear than office, but hey, they looked good and I liked me in them.

Lunch was uneventful, except the obvious stares I received from a lot of the men and some of the women. The excitement of knowing I had failed to wear any panties made me both damp and feeling wicked. Afterward I had made an effort to lean over the men as I brought different things to them during the afternoon. I know from self-examination this morning that the view would be considered enticing to say the least as my breasts were on display if they wanted to look. Many had during the afternoon. 

Work ended and I drove to a local mall, walked around a little and enjoyed the attention. I even went into a shoe store and let the young teenager working there get a real good look up my skirt. All in all, it was an exciting day. I did not buy anything but the bulge in the front the salesman's pants told the story. He had liked what he saw.

I drove home and after retrieving the mail I went inside to relax. I even thought of going out, even without a date. It was Friday and the nightlife would do me good. I walked into my bedroom and out of the corner of my eye I saw him. He was standing behind the door when I came in. My mind panicked and then flight hit my feet at the same time he was on me. I was going to fight this but a small cloth was brought against my face covering my mouth and nose. I knew not to breathe in, but it was no time before the intake of air caused my legs to begin to buckle. The last thing I heard before I was totally under was, "you're mine bitch". Then darkness came as I slumped to the floor.

That brings me to the here and now. My mind was clearing and it was with a sense of relief that I recognized the perfume I often wore and I realized it was on the pillow beneath my head. I made the determination I was still home, just not knowing what was happening to me. I then made up my mind I was awake enough to get free, if I concentrated hard enough on the bindings. I pulled gently on the material and used more and more pressure. Still nothing gave way and I slumped back into the comfort of the bed. Then I heard it. Or maybe I should say I heard him.

"You're not going anywhere bitch. I know how to tie the knots so they just get tighter and tighter the more you struggle. So keep it up and after awhile you will cut off the circulation."

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"I'm someone you have teased for the last time and what I want," he paused and let out a horrible little chuckle, "Well what I want is some of that sweet pussy you been throwing at everyone. And I'm going to have some real soon."

The words were expected but still the sound of them brought the situation into crystal clarity. I was about to be fucked by someone I knew or at least who knew me. But who could it be?

His voice trailed over me as he was obviously walking around the bed gazing down at me. I was exposed, fully from what I could tell, as I felt no clothing and the bed linens were under me. I wanted to get up and run, but could not as the bindings were too tight. Then I felt his breathe as he neared my face.

I tried to concentrate on anything I could use to later identify this man, the one who had already invaded my home and appeared in all likelihood, about to ravage me as well. I heard his intake of breath and then the cooling effect as he exhaled it back on me. The air caused my nipples to harden even more than before. I tried to prevent the hardening, but the battle was already lost, as the chill from the air conditioning had already done the deed for him. My breasts rose firm and proud for his eyes and obvious delight. Then I felt it, for the first time. His tongue reached out and crossed my cheek and then moved slowly over to cross my lips. My first urge was to open my mouth and invite his invasion, then to clamp down will all my strength. But reason interjected and I knew if I made him mad there was no telling what he might do.

"Damn, you sure taste good. I bet you been told that a lot, haven't you? Amazing how your looks and taste match together so well."

I did not respond as I thought the question was more of the rhetorical type.

"Hey bitch, I asked you a question. The least you can do is give me a little response don't you think?"

He paused and I swallowed hard before my voice cracked out an answer, "yes, I have been told that before." I paused for what seemed forever before I spoke again, "You know, you don't have to do this. I don't know who you are, but if you do this, you have got to know you'll be caught eventually, right?"

"Who cares? I sure don't. Besides, who can catch me? You have no idea who I am. No one saw me come in and no one will know when I leave. So I'm safe."

He had obviously thought this all out from the beginning. How long had he been here in the house? Since this morning just after I left for work, or had he been here when I dressed and watched me, waiting till tonight? I had no way of knowing. All I knew was I was helpless and at his mercy, providing he felt any mercy for me.

I felt him rise from the bed and move somewhere in the room. My ears strained trying to hear him to get some idea of what was about to happen. Then I heard him chuckle lightly and his foot shuffle back toward the bed. He stopped just at the end of the bed and I could feel his eyes on me. From there he could see everything. I had just shaved my pussy and the way my legs were spread everything was open to him. Then I felt it, a soft touch, too soft and the touch caused my flesh to crawl and the goose bumps to rise. The touch was moving slowly up my leg and toward my openness. My mind raced and I determined it had to be a feather of some sort. The deft touch of the feather traveled further and further up my leg and when it neared the top the direction shifted and went back down the other leg. I could almost see the look of pleasure on his face as my body both sought the touch and tried to get away from it at the same time.

My back ached in spite of me as I sought the touch and I heard his light chuckle once more, "I knew you were a hot bitch the first time I saw you. This shows just how hot you really are."

He drew the feather down my leg and moved it back up, closer this time to my womanhood. Then once more but this time he paused right at the entrance. I felt myself squirm trying to get away as the light tough was giving me the chills throughout my whole body. He of course saw this as desire. Then the tip of the feather was brought across my vulva and he made tight circles in the flesh. Each pass was agonizing while at the same time exciting to a point. Then as if he were reading my mind he stopped and pushed gently into the opening. I could not help it as a guttural moan escaped from my mouth and echoed in my ears.

"That's what I wanted to hear. I knew you had it in you, just needed a bit of encouragement. Now let's see what this does to you."

My mind was feverish as I tried to think of what he would do next. I did not have to wait long as the feather was employed once more, but this time just running across the upper portion of my spread legs. He was teasing my clit and the results were not to be denied. Back and forth he moved the feather, back and forth, over and over again. Then I knew my body was lost as I felt the trickle of moisture slide lazily down from my opening. The feather had made me so sensitive that I could feel it as it slid down the outer lips of my pussy and ended on the sheets. The event did not go unnoticed.

"Hot damn, would you look at that? You done gone and got yourself all excited haven't you? I can see that little pearly drop of pussy juice from the other side of the room. You got yourself a mighty hot cunt there don't you? Bet I could slide my whole damn arm up inside you right now."

Fear struck me as the thought of something that large being pushed up inside me hit home. But then his mild laughter told me he had other plans. Instead he continued with the feather moving it all around my sex but mainly on the top where my pubes would be if I had not shaved. Over and over the area until it was akin to a Chinese water torture. And water was the key because my body was betraying me once more as the first then the second, third, forth drops of wetness descended to a growing area on the bed linen under me. 

"There the little bugger is."

He stopped the feather and I was relieved to have the sensation stop. But just as I thought my agony was over I found out it was just beginning. I felt the bed move and the weight of the man between my legs. I braced myself for what was going to happen. I prepared for the invasion of his cock, but it did not come. Not yet anyway. Instead I felt his breathe inside my thighs and then his tongue flick out and touch me. I knew in a flash what he was referring to now as his tongue flicked over my erect and exposed clit. My clit has always been on the large size and when aroused it sticks out very visibly from behind the hood. Now it was available to him and he was using his tongue to send shivers of pleasure throughout my body. I could not help it as once more my body rose to greet his invading tongue and a moan came from deep within me. 

I was ashamed and distressed with myself and my lack of control, but the feeling was becoming more and more overpowering. His tongue was tickling my clit without pause and I felt the orgasm building within me like a tidal wave. I tried to control it, I swear I tried, but the dam burst and I felt myself lunge at the bindings. Then a noise that did not sound like me at all came crashing to my ears as I was overtaken by the intense orgasm. My back arched and my arms strained against the bindings and still he did not stop. Over and over he stroked my clit with his tongue. 

He was moving again but not any higher. Instead he ran his hand under my ass cheeks and felt just how wet the sheets had become. His tongue stopped its assault on my clit and I could feel him shift his weight. Then he grabbed one of the small throw pillows from the edge of the bed and pushed it under my ass. I was elevated further into the air but it was not uncomfortable. Once more a light touch, but it was not the feather this time. Instead it was his finger and he repeated the same action on my clit as his tongue had done. The touch was light, but compared to the feather and his tongue it was rough. Once more the sensations built and I rode toward another crest of pleasure. I was nearing yet another orgasm when his finger stopped its motion and he ran it around the outer edges of my pussy. I heard the sounds of wetness as continued to move around my edges of my vagina. I knew I was about to be entered but the depth surprised me as he only inserted about the length of his fingertip. 

The finger eased along the edges of my pussy and became coated with my cum. I expected him to make some crude remark, but it never came. Instead he circled the area over and over until I could feel the juices begin to trickle down once more. Regardless of the situation, he knew how to pleasure me. His finger slowed and finally stopped on the bottom side of my pussy. Then he slowly began to remove it from me. My body involuntarily flexed upward seeking to continue the assault.

"I knew you were a hot fucking cunt, but now you are really showing it. Maybe I should call some of my friends and have them over for a party. Maybe I should let about 6 or 8 of them fuck you till you were finally satisfied. You'd like that, wouldn't you bitch? You would like having all of then fuck your tight cunt and maybe even fuck that sexy mouth of yours. You'd like that wouldn't you cunt?"

He paused and I was about to say no when he started again.

"Yeah, bet you would like having my buddy with the 12-inch cock shoving it all up your snatch. Hell, I could charge a hundred bucks each and make something out of this. Maybe even have you fucked all weekend long? Bet I could make a couple of thousand easy. Would you like that cunt?"

He paused again but for only a moment.

"Or maybe," he began the circling of my pussy again with his finger, "you would rather have this?"

His finger 'slipped' out of my pussy and fell right to the opening of my ass. He paused for only a moment for me to realize what was about to happen. My mouth opened to object but before any words could come out he began to use his fingertip to tickle the surface of my bum hole. The sensation was something I had never experienced before and I felt it to be most pleasurable. Even as he continued to ease over the surface of my puckered hole he used a slight bit of pressure to push inward a little at the time. I felt my anus stretch a bit until he eased his first digit into my virgin hole. He continued the almost wormlike action as he pushed further and further into my opening. I could feel as his next finger joint began to push on the sphincter opening. The wetness that had dripped down added to the moisture on his finger caused the opening to allow his next joint inside also with almost no resistance. 

"Damn bitch, you got yourself a great fucking ass hole here. Bet I could come a gallon inside here. Once we get you all worked up and stretched a little, think I'll cum inside your ass as well as your wet cunt. Think you would like that bitch? I think you will. Just wait and see."

I barely heard his voice as I was being swept away with rising passions once more. I knew it could get no better when I felt his tongue once more flicking over my clit. His finger moved deeper into my ass while his tongue was working magic once more on my clit. The sensations were over powering and I felt myself fading in and out of consciousness. 

I awoke some time later and felt a stillness in the room. I opened my eyes but still had a blindfold in place. I attempted to move my hands and arms and found that they too were still held in place by bindings of some sort. The one difference however was the fact that my legs were free. I could close them and decided to do just that. As the material of the bed linens were moving against me I could feel the stiffness of the material. I knew it was from the fluids that had drained from my own body just a short time before. I knew it was not too long since a couple of spots were still wet. I strained to hear anything at all and when no sounds could be heard I released a single breath.

"I see you have awakened. Guess you needed that little bit of shut-eye after all those orgasms. Bet you didn't know you were capable of such heights of pleasure. And to think, all from someone you would not even give the time of day to. How does that make you feel slut?"

Another of those pauses, like he wanted a reply, but once again he did not allow me to comment.

"By the way, any attempts to get away, or refuse me in any way and I'll just tie your legs open again. Must admit I do enjoy looking at that sweet pussy of yours, all shaved and moist. Makes someone just want to dive in and have lunch all over again. Know what I mean?"

I wanted to reply but knew I could say nothing that would make him leave. Then again, I wondered in my own mind if I really wanted him to leave anyway. I had not had so much sexual pleasure in my entire life. Fact was I seldom had an orgasm with a partner. Sure I could get myself off with little difficulty, but the men in my life had always been into themselves and had short fuses. I would be getting heated up and they were ready to leave already. I could not remember the number of times they had gone home and I had to finish the job myself.

What the fuck was wrong with me? This man had me held against my will and had done things to me no one had ever done before. I had passed out from orgasmic release sure, but it was still a rape no matter how you looked at it. How could I even think of enjoying this? It all made no sense.

Then a realization struck me. I had an almost irresistible urge to use the bathroom. My bladder had all but been forgotten, but now was straining to contain all the fluids normally allowed to leave.

"Hey, I really need to use the bathroom. My bladder is so full. If I don't go soon it will be all over the bed. Please, I really need to go."

He must have thought of everything except this little problem. I could almost hear the gears running in his head. Finally he spoke.

"Okay, here's the plan. I untie your hands and I help you to the toilet. But, and listen to this good bitch, if you try to get away or take the blindfold off, then the next couple of days will be pure hell for you. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded my head and then thought better of the non-verbal and told him I understood perfectly.

I felt the binding being released on first my right hand and then my left. The circulation had not been cut off but the release was still a welcome one. I immediately rubbed my hands over my wrists where the bindings had been and resisted the urge to cover myself with my hands. After all he had seen everything and had been places no one else had ever been. I then felt his hand touch my arm as if to help me up. An embarrassing moment then as the sheet clung to my rear as the dried fluid had acted as glue. I finally had to grab the sheet and pull it from my butt. I had never known I had the capability of having so much juice run from me. Now I knew, as did this man with me.

The urge to reach for the blindfold was great but I fought it as he took my arm and led me toward the bathroom. I knew it well, but the total blackness still made everything seem so surreal. Finally I made it to the toilet and as I started to sit he cleared his voice and spoke once more.

"Don't try anything funny now. I'm standing right outside with the door blocked by my foot. You can remove the blindfold once I say, but you better not try to come out without it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I understand. And I promise I won't try anything. Just give me a couple of minutes please."

"You got two minutes lady, starting now."

I cautiously raised the blindfold and my eyes hurt from the light. Slowly they adjusted and I immediately sat on the toilet to relieve my bladder. The sound was loud and I was embarrassed by the fact. But he said nothing that I could hear. Then I felt something else. I look down just in time to see additional fluid dripping from my body. My first thought was he had raped me while I was out. But then I looked again and disbelief hit home again. I was literally dripping out the fluids I had produced during my pleasure binges. I stared like a child as they dripped from me. I know my mouth must have been open. Then I was jolted from my trance. 


My Time Ch. 01



"Hey, are you about done in there lady?"

"Yes. Yes, just about. Just another minute please."

Just then I realized he had not called me bitch or slut or cunt or whore. Instead he had called me lady. I cleaned myself and rose to look in the mirror. I was not prepared for the face that looked back. I looked drained and yet fulfilled. It was a startling contrast but it was one I hoped to continue. Damn, there I was again. What was I thinking? I was hoping this would continue. What kind of sick person was I to want such things? The thought nearly brought tears to my eyes and I fought them back the best I could. I grabbed the blindfold and slipped it back into place. No need to anger him at this point. He was actually becoming almost human.

"Okay, I'm ready", I said as I flushed the toilet.

"Blindfold in place?"

"Yes. Everything is back."

He then took my hand and led me back to the bed and commanded, "Lay down."

I paused for but an instant and then found the edge of the bed. I lay down as instructed and waited. First my left hand was taken and moved over toward where I knew the corner post of the bed was located. I felt the material moving around my wrist and could not fight the urge to plead with my captor.

"Please don't tie me again. I promise I'll do what ever you say, but please don't tie me. I beg you, please."

Tears welled up and rolled from under the blindfold and the sobs were causing my breasts to jiggle up and down and back and forth. He paused for a moment and then decided.

"Okay, but we still have to have this one arm."

I heard and then felt the coldness of steel as the handcuff went around my wrist and then clamped down. Not too tight but enough to let me know it was secure. Then my arm was raised a little more and the other end was fastened to the bed frame. It was a solid oak frame and he knew I was not going anywhere. At least I had some movement and could cover myself if I got cold. My hand moved to my face to blot my tears and I felt a Kleenex placed on it. He was becoming human.

"I'm going to the kitchen to get something to eat. While I am gone, you know the rules. Break one and you are back to where we started. Understood?"

"Yes, I understand. Can I remove the blindfold while you are gone please?"

"Sure, but it goes back on before I come in, right?"

"Yes. Thank you. I promise I'll be good."

He left the room and I slowly pulled the blindfold up. The first thing I wanted to do was to be rid of the large blindfold so I stretched over and opened my nightstand. Inside was a sleeper cover for the eyes, which rendered the wearer in total darkness, but they were a lot more comfortable and were easier on the eyes and face.

Next was the lotion. I applied a little to my wrists and to my ankles. The relief was near instantaneous. I could smell the effects coming from the kitchen and knew the breakfast food would be brought soon. My time was short but I had done what I really wanted to do to this point. The time was less than 15 minutes when his voice returned.

"Blindfold up."

I placed the blindfold he had given me into place and waited for him to come in. Once inside I asked if I could wear the other one instead.

He took it from my hands and I guess tried it on. Once satisfied it was doing the same thing he told me yes. Another victory for the home team and my delight was not lost on him.

"Hey, just because I let you have that damn thing and only one arm secured doesn't mean you are getting off easy. I have some great plans for you today, tonight and tomorrow. By the time I leave, your pussy will be so sore you can barely walk."

The comment was punctuated with a light touch of my breast with his hand. I pulled back involuntarily and I could tell he was on the verge of tying me again. I decided to try and prevent this from happening.

"I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting you to touch me just then. Please don't tie me again. I'll be good. I promise."

The pause was forever before he said I better not be lying to him or he would tie me tighter than before and take pleasure for himself without regard for me. That was something I did not want and so I promised again.

I felt the tray being placed down on the bed and he spoke again, "Enjoy and when you are finished we will start your training program."

A slight chuckle came from his lips and the sound was not one I found comfort in. But he then left and told me from the door I could remove the blindfold.

I removed the eye covering and realized just how hungry I was. I had always thought you cannot mess up breakfast, but this was exceptionally good. And without asking he knew just how I liked my eggs and toast. The coffee was wonderful and I took it all in without missing a beat. Almost on cue he told me to cover my eyes and I did. He then took the tray and placed it, I guess, on the dresser. It was almost as if he could read my mind as he went to the bathroom and started the tub. I listened intently as the water filled and then it was shut off. He was back at my side and his hand touched my wrist again, the one with the handcuff. I listened and felt the device release. He then told me to stand. I did and he guided me to the tub. I gingerly felt my way into the tub and the water felt great. I eased into the warm water and bubbles and a calming took hold of me. I could really get used to this if it weren't for the cuffs and being blind.

He had not told me to remove the eye covering and so I left it in place. Then for the first time I felt his hand on my skin. He had the Dove soap and was running it all over my front, down to my shaved area and up to and covering my breast. Every area was covered like a skilled surgeon and he paid particular attention to my breasts. Lifting each and making sure the soap and water washed and rinsed every crack and crevice. He repeated the process down each leg and concentrated on my toes and feet. 

I had heard before that every sense and nerve ends in the feet. I never thought it true until the warmth of his hands moved from my feet to my breasts and back down to my womanhood. I was becoming aroused and he was not touching anything but my feet. The feeling was warm and tingling and all I could do was sit and feel his hands work magic on me. When he finally left my feet I was ready to have sex and I did not care with whom. He lifted my leg and I felt something being applied to the skin. Before I could tell what it was the sensation was replaced with a calming voice of "easy". Just then, the feel of a razor was running along the surface of my leg. The slight tug of stubborn hairs was whisked away. I was in a dream world where my every wish was granted, except for being able to see and leave, as if I would want to now.

Each leg was carefully shaved and a gentle rinse was used to cover the area. The drain was released and the warm waters slowly sank into the darkness that I had grown accustom to. The water was started again and the temperature was perfect. The hand held showerhead was being used to remove all traces of the hair that had remained after the shave. The gentle waters covered my back and I arched to have the trickle of water cascade down my back and lap at the crevice leading to my rear. Then it stopped and a hand took mine.

"Rise", was all that was said. As I regained my feet I was assisted from the tub and a soft towel was brought into play. I was not rubbed vigorously, but rather a gentle patting of my skin was used to remove the water from the surface. Pressure was used to make my legs spread so the inside of each could receive the same treatment. However when the towel reached the area I most wanted to be touched, it stopped. My back was done, even the small of my back that I seldom made the effort to dry. Each of my cheeks was patter gently and the towel once more stopped short of where I wanted it to go. Then to the front and each breast was lifted within the towel and stroked as if being nurtured for some show. My hair was only damp and so was left to dry on its own. I had never felt like a queen before this day and I had to tell myself over and over again how wrong it was. Still I enjoyed it so much as the gentle nature of this man was felt.

Once dry I was escorted to the bedroom and asked to lie down. I complied readily and when I felt his hand lift my foot again I was in for another treat. This time he put lotion on his hand. I knew not the type and the scent was one I was not familiar with. Deep massage followed and the effects were the same as while in the tub. Heat began to rise from my feet and went straight to my moistening pussy. I knew from his position he had to see the glistening of moisture forming and that knowledge made the event even better. 

He finished one foot and placed it off to the left. My weeping pussy was wide open and still he picked up the other foot and as if he had nothing better to do, he repeated the same strokes on the second foot as he had on the first. A deepening massage worked all the kinks out and I was so ready to finish off my rising passion. He placed my second foot wide apart from the first and I felt the bed move as he got up. Then like a whisper in the night he spoke to me again.

"Sure looks to me like your pussy is ready to be fucked. You know that right? Imagine a hard cock slipping inside right about now, stretching your lips wide open. You want that right? You want a hard cock inside you right now? You want to feel a hot rod spreading you open?"

My body was on fire and his words were so accurate. I did not want to admit it to him or even myself, but it was so obvious. I needed to be fucked right now and hard.

"Yes", I whispered. "Yes what?" I tried to hold back but could not as the words slipped out, "Yes! I want to be fucked. I need to be fucked. I need it so badly."

I felt him move on the bed and at the same time I realized he was about to do as I asked I also realized he had failed to tie me to anything. For a brief instant I thought of flight, but the feeling of his hard cock sliding up into me made all thoughts of anything like that fade quickly. First was the head of his cock, throbbing and large. Then the length that followed was something like I had never felt. So large and yet with my wetness he slid in so easily. I was almost in a trance and yet so vibrant and alive. Every nerve ending was on fire as he sank deeper and deeper into my moistness. Finally he reached the end of his shaft and he paused for but an instant and then he began to withdraw his living instrument of pleasure. He returned immediately and by the third stroke of his cock and I was experiencing my first orgasm of the day. Back and forth he moved, in and out varying his speed. One moment he was lost in passion pumping at hundreds of miles an hour and the next moment he was using slow and masterful strokes burying himself all the way inside me. With each forward push I was moving toward another even more powerful orgasm. He was carrying me to heights I had never known before. Orgasms grew, crested and then fell off only to rise again until I could count them no longer. My arms went around his neck and my legs trapped him close to me. I could feel his hips pistoning into me with increasing force and I knew he was close. 

Finally I felt him tighten. His cock swelled even more and with a final thrust he came inside me. I could feel his pulsing and with each, it sent tiny shivers throughout my body. The first of several mini orgasms hit me and the shock waves carried over to him. His body stiffened and another volley of sperm shot off inside me. Seconds turned to minutes and at last we released each other. He fell off to the side and I wanted so badly to see who it was that had done this to me. But fear of reprisal and even more, the fear he would leave prevented it. I fell back next to him and let my hand wander, coming to rest on his softening cock. 

Then on impulse I did something I never did. I rose and moved over to him. Still wearing the mask I found his softening cock and took him into my mouth. I could taste our juices and knew it would not be the last time I tasted them this weekend. I had found a true pleasure center and was not about to risk losing it – no matter who it was fucking me.



My Time Ch. 02



I found Mistress Q lounging in the chair She had been sitting in when I first talked to Her. There was an ottoman in front of the chair with some implements on it. I could not see all of them clearly as my eyes were cast to the floor. I stood in front of Mistress in the proper position. She sat up straight on the edge of the chair. 

"Turn around and place your hands behind your back like a good little slave," She orders.

I do. Mistress Q uses a quick clip to fasten my wrist cuffs together. My cock starts to harden again. That little pill is doing its job like a champ. By the time She turns me around to face Her my cock is totally erect. 

"Happy to see me?" She asks with a broad smile.

She takes three fingers and swats my cock. It stings like the devil, but my cock just bounces right back to the same position pointing out and slightly up. Mistress swats the topside of my cock again with the same results. 

"That's what I want to see," She says. "A hard slave is good to find."

A belt is removed from the ottoman. Mistress puts this around my waist and pulls it tight enough so it will not move. It is black leather about 3 inches wide. Spaced strategically around the belt are 'D' rings. They do not move much due to the way they are sewn into the belt. Bending was going to be a little more of a chore than it had been so far. Mistress Q indicates that I am to turn back around. The quick clip is removed from one cuff, run through the 'D' ring in the center back of the belt and fastened back to the cuff it was removed from. This held my hands above my ass and right at the waistline. It also caused me elbows to bend and move out from my body. 

"Now you can't do much," She said, "and your ass is open to the public."

She took the remaining items off the ottoman and placed them on the end table next to the chair. 

"Kneel and lay over the ottoman," She ordered.

She walked around me several times. Each time She passed by my head I caught another glimpse of those beautiful feet. They were so dainty and the heels She wore set Her feet off like they were in a showcase. I am not much of a foot man, but these had my admiration.

"That ass is not nearly red enough to suit me," Mistress Q said. "I think I should remedy that. How much do you enjoy the paddle?"

"I haven't had the paddle used on me in years Mistress," I said. "I know that I never did care for it much."

"This may not be what you care for," She said, "but you are going to get it anyway."

I felt the first whack of the paddle across my ass cheeks. It stung, but not as bad as I expected. I yelped and jumped at the same time.

"I know it has been a while," She said, "so I have chosen a rather flexible leather paddle for you. This will work as a warm up to the real thing later."

Another whack landed on my ass. I yelped again. 

"You can get as vocal as you want," Mistress Q said. "Remember that I like it when my slaves scream. Just don't make it fake. I will really make you scream in time."

Another smack landed on my precious ass cheeks and another after that in rapid succession. She kept up a steady stroke for about another five whacks. My ass cheeks were getting hot. The next five whacks were much harder than the first set. I must have given Her a lot of pleasure with my vocal talents on those. I was not faking it either. 

The next set of five smacks was even harder. Mistress had a good rhythm going and did not miss a beat. My ass was on fire. 

"A change of focus," She said enigmatically.

I felt the landing zone change to the backs of my thighs. I thought I would die. That really stung. First She would land a set on one leg and then the other. They both received equal attention and I gave Her a mighty chorus of screams. I had tears flowing from my eyes by the time She stopped. 

"That's a nice shade of red," She said. "I like that. You were so pale back there when I started. Get used to this. Each time I see that the red is wearing off your ass cheeks I will light them up again."

Her hand was cool and soothing as it gently rubbed my ass. I appreciated every fond stroke that was delivered. Those hands could be gentle as well as cruel. 

"Now your little ass looks so empty," She observed. "This will keep you full and stretch you out for future use. You will enjoy this"

Mistress Q brought around a black dildo for me to look at. It was huge looking. It was a monster to behold. I cringed inside and wondered if I would ever be able to walk again after She put that in me. The thing was 8 inches long and the diameter had to be at least 1½ inch in girth. It looked like a normal cock, but there was a flare at the base that ended in a handle that was about 6 inches long. It frightened me, but my cock gave away my excitement. It did not flag during the paddling and now it got a little harder. I loved those pills.

Mistress Q disappeared behind me. The sound of the latex gloves could be heard snapping into place. I felt the cold touch of the lubricant on my anus once more. It was almost soothing. It soon warmed to my body temperature and a finger slid into my anus. I did all I could to relax and let it in. 

"That's my boy," cooed Mistress Q. "Let your Mistress right inside. It will be much easier on you. I will get inside no matter what you do so relaxing is the best form of action at this point."

The finger moved around and slid in and out. It finally touched my prostate. I moaned with pleasure when that happened. 

"I think you are getting to like this," said Mistress. "That is a good thing. Your little asshole is going to get a lot of entries and stretching before you leave here."

A second finger slid in. I could feel the stretch and a little discomfort. That soon left as She moved the fingers around and in and out. She was fucking me with those lovely fingers. I knew they were not that thick to begin with. I began to wonder how many She meant to have in me this time. 

A third finger entered. I was really feeling it now. It was a little on the painful side. I did my best to relax and not clench up. 

"My," Mistress exclaimed, "You are a cooperative little slave. Most others would have tightened up for the third finger. Very good."

Again a sense of pride came through me. I was pleasing this beautiful creature. That was what I was here for after all. I was even proud that I could take that many fingers into my small hole back there with such ease. 

The fingers were withdrawn and I felt the tip of that cold huge dildo knocking at the back door. This terrified me. I hoped that Mistress would be merciful and not just ram the whole thing in there at once. I did not think I could take the whole thing without being torn apart.

"Get ready to relax the best you can," said She. "If you can push out against it, it will go in a little easier and with less pain."

With that She pushed the tip a little farther in. I could feel the stretch and the pain started. It was not drastically bad right then, but I knew there was a lot more to come. She kept pushing with a light pressure until I felt the head pop through the muscle. I yelped and moaned loudly. That hurt. It felt like a telephone pole in there. I could do nothing about it. I could not move forward because I was up against the ottoman already. I sure didn't want to move backwards and implant that thing farther than it was. My cock was rock hard. The dirty traitor would betray me no matter what! 

Mistress Q must have had the same thought. I felt a hand grab my cock in a light grip and start to pull on it. She was jacking me off slowly. That felt good! Her hand was cool and so smooth. I needed this distraction. I had been concentrating on the pain in my anus for too long now. That did not last long as Mistress Q started pushing the dildo in with a steady pressure.

I thought I was splitting apart back there. It just kept advancing and making me feel fuller and fuller as it went. At least it was a slow advance. I relaxed my sphincter the best I could, but it kept wanting to clench up against the intruder. Suddenly the inward progress stopped. Unfortunately, the stroking of my cock stopped at the same time. I felt stuffed. The stretching was the only pain that I had so it was not as bad as it could be. I thought the whole thing was in me. 

"Nicely done," said Mistress Q. "You have taken half of my cock so far. I will give you a short rest to get used to it and then I will continue"

That was only half of it? I thought the whole train was in the station. The pain was getting a little less from the stretch and I was getting a little used to feeling full. I dared not move. I did not even want to wiggle. A moment was all I got. 

The forward progress of the infernal thing started again. I was getting fuller and fuller. I wondered if the progress of it could be seen from the outside of my belly. No chance of that with me over the ottoman like this. I was beginning to pant and kept up a constant moaning. I was getting a little louder as it went further into me. 

That was when the pain started inside of me. It felt way up inside and was becoming sharper and sharper. 

"My cock seems to have hit a turning point," said Mistress Q.

She started moving it up and down and sideways as She pushed a little more gently. The pain stayed the same, but the movement of that thing inside was driving me crazy. Each time She would move it a certain way it would bump on my prostate and send a charge ripping through me. It was not unpleasant. It was starting to feel good. 

A shift took place inside of me. I could feel that some barrier had ben breached. The pain stopped and my insides made a shift to one side. The dildo made a slight lurch forward and started to slide further in without any pain, but the fullness kept increasing. It actually felt wonderful. I was amazed at how much easier it was to take that thing. My cock bounced with joy. I could not get it any harder. It felt like an extended rock while this dildo just kept going and going like the energizer bunny. Then it stopped.

"There it goes," said Mistress Q. "Now I can get you opened up the right way. There is a turn in the colon that I had to get the end of this past so all of it would go in. It has to be done carefully or some damage can result. No damage here. I can just start the process."

I felt Her pulling the dildo out of me slowly. I burned and was irritating right at my asshole, but it felt so good inside. I could feel it some out passed that bend She spoke of and it still kept coming. It felt like there was a foot and a half up there. It finally stopped and started back up in. It passed my prostate and sent another jolt through me. This time it stayed against that gland and kept rubbing it as it went up in. I was in heaven until She hit the curve again. It was not so bad this time. I even enjoyed the wiggling She was giving it to get it through there. The head went past the bend and it continued back up inside. Then it stopped and started to back out all over again. I was getting fucked in the ass by a huge black dildo and I was enjoying it more and more. My cock was letting anyone who cared to look that I was enjoying it too. It was still very hard and I could feel it twitching in the air. I wanted to have it touched so badly.

"You like this?" Asked Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied with joy.

"Good," She said. "You should and will need to by the end of your time with Me this weekend."

Each time Mistress pushed the dildo past the curve in my colon it became easier and easier. Soon I was lost in the feelings it was generating. The pace stayed pretty much the same, but the feelings were more and more pleasurable. I hated to lose the full feeling as She pulled it out and looked forward to the inward motion of the darned thing after a while. 

Mistress Q pushed it in as far as it had ever been and stopped. I felt Her doing something to the belt She had placed around my waist. Something like a string went down each cheek of my ass. 

"Come up off the ottoman but stay on your knees," She ordered.

I started up off the ottoman and found that there was a definite shift in the pressure inside of me. Each inch that I moved felt like it moved that dildo a mile inside of me. It was torture until I got straight up on my knees and the movement stopped. I got used to the different angle of the dildo within a minute or two. Mistress was playing with the handle of it and then brought the two pieces of what I thought were strings in front of me from between my legs on either side of my cock and balls. I saw that they were actually those small bungee cords that are used to secure things in place. They are elastic and have a hook at each end of the cord. Obviously She had hooked one end of each cord to a 'd' ring in the belt on the back side and was in the process of hooking the other end to a 'd' ring one either side of the belt from the front. The effect was to hold the dildo in by putting pressure against the flange at the base of it before the handle. Mistress had pulled the cords tight enough to allow them to exert a constant pressure on the dildo pushing it up into me all the time. She intended for me to wear this thing for a while!

"The things I could do with that handle that is sticking out of you," She said. "Eventually these cords will push the dildo all the way into you as you move about and relax the muscles inside of you. You have about two inches to go and it will all be inside. It will keep your little bunghole open and stretch it out the way it should be stretched. You will also find it an annoyance and a thrill as it bumps against all kinds of things and moves around in there as you try to move different ways. You will be very conscious of my cock up inside you."

Mistress Q went behind me and sat on the chair.

"Turn and face me, slave," She ordered.

I did as I was told. She was right. Each movement of my body brought a responsive movement from the dildo. I felt it go just a fraction more inside of me, but the movement was the strongest feeling. It was really a great feeling.

Mistress placed a leg on either side of me and leaned back in the chair. What a beautiful sight. All She had on were the heels and the little black leather shorts. The rest of Her was gloriously naked and absolutely beautiful. Her breasts did not sag at all. Her Pixy face was perfectly framed by that gorgeously shiny blond hair. She was so delicate looking. She looked like a little doll. I loved short women anyway. To have one this delicious dominating me put me right in heaven. I could not believe my good fortune. I could not help but stare. 

"You will be punished for staring later," She reminded me. "Right now I am horny and want some attention paid to my tits. Then you will get to make me cum. I hope that pill continues to work the way it is right now."

I glanced down and saw that my cock was telling Her just how much She excited me. It stood straight out in front of me. I had never had an erection last this long with such strength before. Hurray for the pills. I hoped the effects would be around for a long time. I wanted to cum so badly. My whole nervous system was on edge. It was as if I was vibrating on the inside from the excitement and tension.

"Lean forward and make love to my tits with your mouth," She said. "You better do a good job or I will make it miserable for you."

Gladly I bent to the task. I started with Her right nipple and licked all around it on the darker areola. The nipple was already as hard as a pebble and standing out for the attention. I kissed all around Her tit and licked it all over. Then I homed in on the nipple. Mistress Q gave a gasp and then a sigh. I must have been doing a good job. When I thought I had made the other tit jealous enough, I moved my attention to it and repeated the same treatment. 

"You have a talented mouth and a good tongue," She said. "That will pay off with other parts of My body as well."

I kept this up and made Her squirm for many minutes while I besieged Her tits with my mouth. Her breathing was coming fast and heavy. Her chest was heaving with the effort. Her face was blushing with the pleasure. I was very proud of myself. Mistress Q pushed my head away from Her tits.

"Now kiss, lick, and suck your way down to the top of my shorts," ordered Mistress. "So it slowly."

I started to make my way down from Her tits in a slow and langorous manner. I took my time and covered every luscious inch of Her torso. I paid particular attention to the area around Her naval. She had a very tight body and it was such a pleasure to mouth Her smooth creamy skin.

"Back up on your knees and close your eyes tight," Mistress Q ordered. "I don't want you to look until I tell you too."

I knelt up and felt Mistress stand. I could tell by Her movements that the shorts were coming down. I could imagine the delicate little flower that She had down there. I was looking forward to seeing it in all its glory. I imagined that She had it clean-shaven. It was probably sealed together into a tight little clam. I would open it with my tongue. I would savor it with my nose and breathe in the delicate aroma of it. I would run my tongue over the velvety smoothness of it and taste the nectar that would be oozing from it. I am so ready for this!

Mistress Q sat back down on the chair.

"Open your eyes and behold the prize," She said.

I opened my eyes and my breath left my body. My heart stopped beating. My mouth dropped open and stayed there. My eyes were about to come out of my head. I was stunned. I had imagined Her to be clean-shaven. I was right. There was not a vestige of hair anywhere to be seen. The skin was just as creamy down there as it was on the rest of Her body. There were no tan lines. I could not believe my eyes. There looking back at me was the most perfectly formed, 8-inch, erect cock. A nicely formed pair of balls lay just below it. It was as big around as Her wrist.

"I should have told you," She said. "I don't know why I did not. I just knew you were going to be a perfect slave for Me. I guess that is why I left that little detail out. Are you disappointed?"

Speech was beyond me. I have never had a gay thought in my head. I was not even bi-sexual. I had never felt another man's cock in my life. But I have always had this yearn to be with a transsexual woman. They were totally different to me than a gay male. They were women with male plumbing. I saw nothing wrong with being intimate with a transsexual. My cock must have known this It gave a huge twitch. Mistress Q saw this and smiled.

"I was hoping that would be your reaction," She said with a smile. "Make love to Me at your own speed. I know you are a virgin in this department so I will give you some slack this first time around. You will make me cum before you get up from there."

I bent down to get closer to that wonderful pole that was sticking straight up. It was throbbing and twitching as much as mine was. I could pick up a slightly musky aroma coming from Her genitals. It was such a turn on. Where do I start first? I placed the side of my head against Her thigh and began to gently tongue Her balls. The skin was so soft and smooth. There was very little taste. I licked with more and more passion. I was getting lost in this world. The dildo in my ass was the only anchor keeping me from floating away. I wished that my hands were free so I could play with Her cock while I licked at Her balls. Mistress Q's breathing became ragged.

I was really getting into this. I gently took one of Her balls into my mouth and sucked on it. I ran my tongue around and around it. It was a delicate thing. Mistress Q moaned in pleasure. I switched and took the other ball into my mouth and gave it like treatment. I got another moan of pleasure from Mistress. 

The moment of truth had arrived. I was going to suck cock. Tentatively I licked the head of Her cock. The skin was so soft and smooth. It did not feel like it looked. It looked like it would be so much firmer and strong to the touch. I planted little kisses on the head and around the crown of the head. Her cock twitched in response. Mistress was watching me very closely with a twinkle of delight in Her eyes. Not daring to look up at Her again I lowered my eyes back to that beautiful cock. It was big. It was bigger than mine and I had always thought of myself as being fairly well off. 




My Time Ch. 02



I opened my mouth and let my lips slide over the head of that monster. I had to stretch so my teeth did not rub on it, but I got the whole head in. I swirled my tongue around it and heard the gasp from Mistress Q. It was like tonguing silk. Using a gently sucking motion with my lips I moved down onto the shaft a little farther. I did not want to take in too much at a time. I wanted to savor this moment. This is what I had been so curious about for so long. Ever since I found out about transsexuals I have been intrigued with the idea of being with one. 

Gradually I managed to take about three inches of this lovely monster into my mouth. Mistress Q was having a holiday up there from it. The sounds She was making gave me much encouragement in my efforts down there. I decided to go for broke and went down on Her cock as far as I could. I had about six inches in my mouth when the head hit the back of my throat and my gag reflex took over. I quickly eased up on my depth. Loud moans followed this attempt. I was determined that before the weekend was out I was going to take all of that cock into my mouth and throat. I just had to keep working at it. 

"There will be time for you to develop your talent for deep throating," Mistress said. "I will coach you along and show you a method you can use later. Right now I want you to make Me cum. When I do you are to swallow each and every drop of it. Understand?"

I nodded the best that I could without losing contact with Her cock. I needed to double my effort in the head department here. I began an in and out motion. Mistress' hips came along for the ride. I don't think She could help herself. Her movements were gentle and I set the pace. I swirled my tongue around that thing the best I could given how it filled my mouth. I would go down on it with an open mouth and come back up while sucking on it. The motions were getting faster and faster until I suddenly realized that I was actually getting my face fucked. 

I kept taking Mistress Q's cock as far into my mouth as I could. Each time I plunged down on it I would gag slightly. It felt so wonderful. Mistress was panting now. Her moans were loud and long. She placed Her hands on the back of my head and held it still.

"I'm cummmmming," She groaned. 

With that the floodgate opened at the head of Her cock and the cum started to spurt into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could. Gush after gush of the stuff flooded in. I managed to swallow every bit of it. It was thick, a little on the slimy side, and tasted bitter sweet. It burned my throat as it went down. 

Mistress pulled my head up and my mouth left Her cock with an audible plop. I tried to catch my breath. Mistress Q's face was flushed and Her gorgeous chest was heaving. She just settled back into the chair for a moment. I had just about caught my breath when She sat straight up in the chair, grabbed my head and kissed me on the mouth in the most erotic way. She was swabbing out the inside of my mouth with Her tongue. 

The kiss ended. She reached behind me and let my hands loose from the belt. Next She undid the bungee cords from the dildo and told me to stand up.

"Turn around and let me check something," She ordered. "Just as I thought. The dildo is all the way in to the hilt. You just needed something to relax you."

The dildo was pulled from my ass and handed to me. 

"Go clean this, take the belt and cuffs off, take a good shower, and meet Me in the bedroom. W/we are going to get something to eat. I am starved," She blurted out.

I did as She ordered.

As I took my shower and got cleaned up, I tried to sort out the feelings that were going through me. Finally I gave up and just told myself to go with the flow and have a good time. I had never been so aroused for so long in my life. My cock was still as hard as a rock. I had not cum yet and I wanted to so badly. As I washed my cock and balls I noticed that I could have cum without really thinking about it. I switched over to making sure my asshole was clean. It was tender and felt like it was not all the way closed like it used to be. I was getting excited from just messing around back there so I had to quit. I got out of the shower and dried off. I wondered what dinner had in store.



My Time Ch. 03



I walked into the bedroom and met Mistress Q. She had several items laid out on the bed along with a nice suit, boxer shorts, socks, shirt, and tie. It looked like a formal dinner and I was glad of that. I was as hungry as Mistress said She was earlier. It had been about 6 hours since W/we had started for the day. 

"Come here and bend over," She ordered. I felt Her hands on my ass cheeks as soon as I did. 

"This ass is not red enough for you to be going out to dinner," She said. "Grab your ankles and spread your feet. Do not move from this position."

Doing as I was ordered I noticed Mistress take a leather strap from the bed. I hated straps. They stung like hell. I did like them just a little better than paddles though. Mistress Q brought the strap down across both cheeks of my ass soundly. The pain came crashing through me and I yelled. 

"That is about the right volume for Me," She said.

She brought the strap down again and I yelled again. She developed a rhythm and stopped when She reached ten. That was the magic number for this round. 

"Now it is nice and red with a few welts to add to that," She said. "That should make you remember whose you are during your sit down dinner. Stay just like that until I tell you to move."

The tears were running out of my eyes and dripping on the carpet. Those swats with the belt had stung. My ass was hot and sore. I could just imagine trying to sit all the way through dinner with my ass in this condition. I was happy that I had been able to stay still for this beating. I wanted to move so badly. I knew that I was still in for one punishment after dinner. I did not want to compound that with another failure to obey. I was sobbing but Mistress Q acted like She did not hear me.

She was moving around behind me. I was wondering what She would do next when I got my answer in the form of the cold tip of something touching my anus. I could tell that it had some lube on it. Suddenly it started to penetrate my anus and just kept expanding. It was not large. It slipped into my anus without any problem. My sphincter closed up around it. It was inside of me. I wondered how it would feel when it came out. There was only one way it would do that.

"Now I need something to hold that in there," Said Mistress Q.

At that there was another cold touch on my anus and something started up inside of me again. This was new and it kept getting larger. I moaned as it expanded. It felt like it was at least twice the size of the dildo. I found out later that it was barely larger than the dildo, but my anus was sore and made it feel much larger. I waited for the blood to run down my leg. I swore it was tearing me apart. I yelled that to Mistress. As I did I felt the thing plop up inside me and my anus close around a smaller base. It was a butt plug. That was what would hold the other object inside of me. I would not be able to get rid of the first object without the butt plug being removed. 

"That should hold you until W/we get back from dinner," Said Mistress Q. "Now for the fun part of this adventure. Turn around."

I did as ordered. My cock was still standing straight out in front of me. It waved at Mistress.

"Oh my,' She said. "Something has to be done with that thing. Let Me help you out here. You must tell Me when you are close to cumming."

Mistress Q knelt down and engulfed my raging cock with Her mouth. It felt so wonderful. She started to fuck Her face with it and move Her tongue around. I knew I was not going to last very long at all. I just went with the feelings. My breath was getting ragged. My ass had quit burning. I was swaying on my feet and did not dare close my eyes for fear of falling right over. I felt the orgasm start from my balls and start to surge forward.

"I am about to cum, Mistress," I told Her.

Her mouth left my cock. I was crestfallen. Not again I thought. 

"Jack yourself off with one hand and catch your cum in the palm of the other. You can cum when you want," She said.

I did just that. I started jacking off like I was possessed. It felt great. I kept thinking about Her mouth on my cock and I started to cum. The first spurt went right out over my left hand. I had it cupped to catch my cum but I did not realize I would shoot so forcefully. The rest landed in the palm of my hand and filled it up. I was rocked all the way down to my toes with the force of the orgasm. It was one of the heaviest I have had in a very long time. When I was done and had recovered I looked at Mistress to see what She wanted done next.

"Lick all the cum off your hand and swallow it," She said. "You might as well let it go through a second time. You will need all the cum you have for the rest of the weekend."

My cum tasted almost the same as the cum I had drank from Mistress Q earlier. It kind of burned in my throat. I wanted a drink of water to wash it down. I knew better than to ask. My cock started to go down. I thought that it never would. Once it was deflated to a normal hang downer Mistress started to work on me again.

She got a cock cage from the bed. It was made of leather with a metal cage where the cock fit through the rings in the leather. There was a strap on the other end of it. Mistress fit my cock through the leather rings and into the interior of the metal cage. There was about ¼ inch left between the head of my cock and the end of the cage. Mistress next wrapped the leather strap around the base on the underside of my balls. They were caught up in this device also. A small 'D' ring went through a slot in the strap. Mistress fit a very small key lock into that and snapped it shut. I could urinate through this with no problem. It was not much bulkier than my own natural package. It was securely in place and did not leave much room for my cock to expand. 

"Think of the fun I will have at the table tonight," She said. "I can get you excited and you will not be able to expand beyond the cage. That should be terribly uncomfortable for you. I have many ways to excite you. The pill will allow you to recover very quickly from your little orgasm. You will be in misery and will have to hide it from everyone else in the restaurant." 

Mistress Q seemed delighted with Herself. 

"Get dressed and I will meet you in the living area," She ordered.

I dressed as neatly as I could. I checked myself out in the mirror. The first thing I looked at was the fly of my pants. The cage made my package stick out just a little more than usual, but it was covered well by my sports jacket. No one would notice. It was something else getting dressed with the butt plug in place. Each movement reminded me it was there. I wondered how it would feel riding in the car. Would it be the same as it had been since Mistress told me to start wearing it or would it be different with Her there to know it was in me. 

I walked out and met Mistress Q in the living area. She was dressed in a comfortable pair of black heels and a black dress that left Her shoulders bare. The hem came to about mid thigh and showed off Her nicely muscled legs to a tee. She was obviously not wearing any stockings. Mistress carried a small clutch purse of matching black. She did not need any. Her legs were beautiful. Her hair had a lustrous shine. She had applied light lipstick making Her lips look even more kissable than before. A coating of very discreet eye makeup topped off the look. A very cultured Lady any man would feel proud to be with.

W/we went to the car. Mistress allowed me to open Her door for Her. She was going to do the driving. I was glad of that. The events so far today had left me on edge with all the different sensations I had experienced. As I sat down in the passenger seat I noticed that this was going to be a long ride. My butt was sore. Not just from the dildoing I had taken, but from the strapping that I had received just prior to leaving the suite. I fastened my seat belt and W/we were off. The butt plug jarred inside me with every little bump in the road and Mistress Q seemed to try to hit them all.

All of a sudden I felt the inside of my ass come alive. I knew it was a vibrator from the feel of it, but it was much stronger than any vibrator I had ever felt. Mistress Q laughed at my reaction.

"You will be on your toes all night with that egg in your ass," She said with a laugh. "I had it specially made. It is turbocharged and remote controlled. I have the remote in my hand and will be using it at the oddest times during the evening. It is effective for up to 120 feet."

I knew I was in for more than an interesting time with my lovely Mistress.

Arriving at the restaurant W/we were seated at a very nice table and given menus. I went to take a sip of my water when the egg was turned on once more. I almost choked and dropped the water glass. Luckily I was able to recover before spilling any on the table. 

"You must be careful my dear little slave," She said. "This will happen when you least expect it. 

I noticed that the vibrations started my cock on its recovery to erectness. The vibrator was turned off. I relaxed a little, but then realized that my cock was in a tight place. My mind was racing and I could not shut down the erection that was still trying to grow down there. It was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. The strap was tight enough that I would not lose any erection that I had for some time to come. Mistress was grinning at Her menu.

"Order anything you like," She instructed. "I know you are hungry and I want you to have some nourishment for the things to come when W/we get back to the suite."

The waiter arrived at the table. Mistress Q ordered Her meal. Just as I started to order mine the vibrator came back to life. I stuttered most of the way through the order. The waiter must have thought that I was some kind of dolt. He was envious of this dolt though. I could see him looking at Mistress Q out of the corner of his eye. He was almost as turned on as I was. 

As soon as he left the table the egg was turned off again. Mistress Q reached under the table and placed Her hand on my thigh. No one could see what She was doing under there. She leaned toward me and ran Her hand all the way to my crotch. It settled on my growing and increasingly painful cock. She tickled around there with one of Her fingernails. My cock was screaming to get out of that cage. It was smashing itself against it and was hurting a lot. I did not know what I was going to do. I would have to suffer most of the evening this way. This was a definite turn on.

"This should be a great meal," She said. "The food here is fantastic and the entertainment I have sitting right here should be a lot of fun to watch."

The meal was served in a succession of courses. I don't remember much about it except that it was as good as She had said it would be. The rest of the evening was a blur of the egg being turned on and off, Mistress tickling my cock with Her fingers, and my cock trying to bust the cage it was painfully confined in. I needed to go to the restroom after the desert course. I was hoping that I would be able to piss. I would just have to try. Mistress Q gave me permission to go. I was in the restroom in front of the urinal almost grunting with the effort to urinate. Another gentleman came into the restroom and occupied the urinal next to mine. There were only two of them in the room. Just when I thought I might get a stream started the egg jolted to life. I almost whooped out of excitement. Mistress was playing games with my ass even at this distance. 

I tried a little more to get something going and then gave up. I returned to the table with the egg vibrating all the way. I was hoping I was walking normal. My face must have been as red as a beet. 

"Have an interesting time in there?" Mistress Q asked with another laugh. "I just couldn't resist. Were you able to relieve yourself or is this going to be an uncomfortable drive back for you?"

"It will be very uncomfortable for me Mistress," I replied. "I was just about to get something started when the egg was turned on." 

Mistress turned the egg off and paid the bill. W/we started for the car. On the way across the parking lot the egg was turned back on. I yelped. There was no one in the parking lot to hear me, but someone could come out at any time. Mistress turned me and backed me against the car when W/we arrived at it. She reached down and took hold of the entire cock cage. It was very painful from being so full and not allowing my erection to grow all the way. She twisted it and pulled. At the same time She stood on Her toes and gave me the most erotic kiss. She ran Her tongue inside of my mouth and almost down my throat. I wanted to hold Her but knew better than to try without permission. The kiss ended but She held onto my cock. 

"Does this help you?" She asked. 

"It helps increase the pain from my cock Mistress," I replied.

"Good. I want you in pain for the drive back to the hotel," She said. "It will put an edge on the rest of the evening. 

W/we got into the car and headed back. The egg was turned on and off several times and Mistress Q's hand hardly left my crotch. She kept up a steady tickle almost the entire drive. We finally arrived. She parked almost in front of the room. 

"When W/we get into the room I want you to go directly to the bedroom and strip," She ordered. "You will then go into the bathroom and fill the enema bag completely to the top with plain cold water. If it is not cold enough when I check it, I will add some ice to it for you. Wait there in front of the mirror and concentrate on your cock in that cage. See if it will come to life and how painful it looks all scrunched up in that thing."

On the way to the room Mistress turned on the vibrator one more time. My steps became a little unsteady.

"You like that thing back there?" Asked Mistress. 

"It is the strongest vibrator I have ever encountered," I said. "It makes it difficult to think of or do anything else while it is on, Mistress."

"That is a good thing. W/we will have another outing before the weekend is over. You will get a chance to enjoy it again," said Mistress.

She turned the vibrator off and W/we went into the suite. I headed for the bedroom and stripped as fast as I could. I went to the bathroom and filled the enema bag with only the cold tap water in the tub. I have had a cold enema years before and the cramps were horrendous. They made it hard to breath. I was not looking forward to this one. After hanging the bag on the towel rack I stood in front of the mirror. My cock looked horrible. It was trying its best to get out of that cage. It hurt like hell for the effort. Parts of it were bulging out between the metal pieces and they were an angry purple color. The vibrator turned on again. This made things worse. I had no choice but to contemplate my cock while the vibrator hummed away in very close proximity to my prostate gland. I was really turned on. My mind was busy.

Mistress came into the bathroom and turned off the vibrator. She was gloriously naked. I had never seen anything so beautiful. Her skin was smooth all over Her body and not a blemish on it. She had on a pair of heels. I wondered how many pairs of shoes She brought with Her. Her cock looked like a normal sized cock while it was in its deflated stage. No one would guess that it would turn into a giant when She was excited. It almost looked like it belonged to someone else when it was erect. She looked down at my cock.

"That poor thing looks like it could use more room," She said. 

She had on a pair of latex gloves. She unlocked the lock on the 'D' ring and loosened the strap. The cage was not going anywhere on its own. After putting a glob of lube on the outside of the cage and grabbing the base of my cock with one hand, She used the other to grab the cage and firmly pull it off. It felt like it was taking the skinn off my cock as it went. It was finally off and my cock was at full erection for a change. I let out a sigh of relief. Mistress gave it a cursory rub, which only served to smear the lube around it real well. 

"Kneel down in the usual position," ordered Mistress Q. "Time to get you cleaned out for the activities. I have a full slate planned for you tonight. You will be glad when it is bedtime."

I knelt on the floor and Mistress knelt down beside me. She pulled out the butt plug and put it in the sink. 

"Sit up on the toilet and poop that egg on out of you," She said. "It will come oon out just like a little hunk of waste."

I strained at it and worried about it. Soon it came right on out just like She told me it would. 

"Fish it out of the toilet and put it in the sink," She ordered. "Now get back down like you are supposed to be so I can get on with this."

After kneeling down again I felt the blow up nozzle being inserted into my anus. The inner bulb was blown up to an alarming degree. I felt like I just had to push it out of there. My bowel was full.

"Let that stay there for a minute, She said. "You will get used to it once you stop straining against it. Relax." With that She slapped my ass hard with Her hand. 

That helped. I waited and tried not to fight against the bulb. It worked. I got used to having that thing back there. Mistress Q could sense this and inflated the outer bulb. This put a fresh strain on my anus. The sphincter felt a little stretched, but I got used to that feeling even faster than the other one. I tried to breath normal. 

Mistress opened the hose clamp and that cold water started into me. It was a shock to say the least. Everything inside me clamped down against it. I did not want that to go any higher in me. It was really cold. Mistress Q shut the hose clamp.

"Get a little used to it," She said. "I am being really nice right now. You will be in a lot more stress once I get started with this one."

My muscles finally started to ease off some. I was still in shock and my head felt light. Mistress Q turned on the hose clamp again. The cold water was still a shock. My system must have developed a tolerance for the temperature. I twas not quite so bad as before. The water was more noticeable in its progress into my and up my colon. I got the chills from its low temperature. I could feel that it was about halfway up the left side of my abdomen. A cramp came on. It was worse and more sudden than with the warm water. I moaned loudly and dropped down onto my elbows. 

Mistress Q shut off the flow for a minute. She was rubbing my abdomen briskly. 

"I can feel the coldness of the water from the outside," She said. "This may help some."

She reached down and started stroking my cock. It felt wonderful but did nothing for the cramp. With the lube on my cock Her hand just slid up and down it like a tight little pussy. The flow started again. Mistress continued with the cock massage. The cramp got worse. I wanted to get into a better position, but dared not without Her telling me to. It was miserable. And yet the water kept flowing. I felt it at the top of my abdomen right at the bottom of my ribcage. It was progressing at an alarming rate. I almost yelled with a new and more vicious cramp. Mistress shut the flow off once more. 

"You have taken about ¾ of the bag," she said. "Not far to go now. Just hang in there. That is not a choice it is an order. You are going to take all of this whether you can stand it or not so get used to the pain."

The flow started again and the water ran along the bottom of my ribcage to the right side of my abdomen. I was in total misery. I wanted to get that water out of me and the sooner the better. Suddenly the flow stopped. 

"That is all of it," Mistress said. "Now you must try to concentrate on your cock and hold this in so it will do its work."

I don't know how long I held that stuff in. I lost track of time. My mind was drifting off into Never land. My cock felt wonderful though I could not enjoy it near like I wanted to. It was erect the entire time She had been stroking it. I noticed that there were no hands on me now. 




My Time Ch. 03



"Get up on the toilet," Mistress Q said. "Take this."

She handed me another of those little pills and some water to wash it down with. I had a rude remark in my mind about needing that water for the pill. I kept my mouth shut except for the pill and water intake. The bulbs were deflated and Mistress removed the nozzle. 

"You may release that stuff," She said and walked from the room. I still had to admire Her from the rear even through all the haze and pain I was in. 

I let loose and found the relief I needed. The cramps kept coming and the water kept flowing. I was finally empty but still felt cold. I could feel it on my arms that were wrapped around my abdomen to keep it from falling on the floor. 

I got in the shower without being told and cleaned myself and all the equipment that was in the bathroom. After drying myself off and drying off the equipment I went into the bedroom. Mistress stood there with Her hands on Her hips and Her legs apart. Her cock was just starting to get aroused. 

"Sit on the bed for a little while," She said. "I am going into the kitchen area and prepare things for your adventure for the night. I will call to you when I am ready for you."

I gratefully sat on the edge of the bed. I thought of lying down but decided against it. It would be too easy to fall off to sleep and miss Her call. I sat there and stared at the floor. My cock was deflating some and that was a relief.

More to come...



My Time Ch. 04



I had no idea what Mistress Q could have cooked up in the kitchen. There is no pun intended. I told Her that I could not cook worth a darn. I had heard Her moving stuff around and taking things into the kitchen from Her bedroom. I was curious and a little hesitant. But the adventure must continue. 

Mistress Q was dressed in Her heels and nothing else once more. I loved to look at Her. She was so beautiful. I noticed Her cock was just starting to become erect, what I used to call a 'chubby' when I was younger. I was delighted I had that effect on Her. Maybe it was only the anticipation of what She was going to do to me that made Her aroused. 

"Put these cuffs back on and make sure they are snug," She ordered handing me the four leather cuffs for my ankles and wrists.

I put them on and watched, as Her cock grew a little more firm and stood just a little more stiffly.

"Lay over the table so that your cock hangs down on this side and your head is just at the other side," She ordered.

The table was cold against my chest. It was just wide enough to accommodate me in that position. If I looked straight ahead with my chin resting on the table, it was just at the edge. My cock was giving me away again by being firmly erect. The little pill was working its magic (as well as the magic Mistress Q was working) on me.

Mistress Q fastened a length of rope to my right wrist cuff. She pulled it out to my side and up to the corner of the table. Pulling it firmly out away from my body She tied if off to the table leg. She did the same to my left wrist and arm only to the left table leg. I was stretched on my stomach onto the table. I was not going anywhere now. This done She walked back to the rear of the table.

Mistress attached a rope to the right ankle cuff and pulled it out as far as it would go. She tied off the rope to the table leg near the floor. She did the same to myleft ankle. My feet were just barely touching the floor. I was pinioned to the table. It was warming to the same temperature of my body. I was very open and vulnerable to Her. 

"You need some filling back here," She said as She slid in the butt plug. It was not much of a stretch now for me to handle the insertion. I was well used back there and the muscles seemed to loosen more readily. I hate to say this, but I was beginning to miss the feeling of something being back there. It was starting to feel very natural to have an object inside of me.

"I told you earlier to expect punishment for looking at Me when you were not given permission to do so," She said. "Here it comes. You will not find it pleasant and it will not stop until I am satisfied that you will not repeat the offense."

With that Mistress Q landed the first blow of a wooden paddle on my ass cheek. It stung much worse than the leather paddle She had used earlier. I thought that I could bear it if She kept the same rhythm She had with the leather paddle. That was not going to happen.

Mistress started a rapid stroking of my left ass cheek that set me on fire immediately. It too my breath away and brought the tears to my eyes immediately. She concentrated on my left ass cheek until there were ten strokes administered. Around the fourth stroke I found my voice and screamed bloody murder. I was just flat out crying from there. 

"Take a deep breath," She said as She paused in the strokes and I took advantage of it by gasping in a full breath of air.

Mistress immediately started in on the right cheek of my ass with the same vengeance. I screamed the whole way through it. I thought I would never be able to stand this much pain. Lights were going off in the backs of my eyelids and I thought I could actually feel the heat in my ass all the way up to my head. The tears I was crying were making the table wet. I was jerking around trying to get away from the pain, but the bindings were too tight and the table too heavy to move. I did not have any leverage anyway. Ten strokes were delivered to my right cheek and then they stopped.

"Take another deep breath," Mistress told me. I did as She said. The breath came into me in jerks. I was crying so hard.

Suddenly Mistress Q started to paddle the back of my left thigh. Man did that sting like crazy. I thought I was dieing and in a way wished that I would. She administered five strokes to that leg and paused.

"Take another breath," She ordered. I did the best I could, but could not get a full breath in this time. My head felt like it would explode. 

Five more strokes were rained down on the back of the right thigh and then Mistress stopped again.

"You took that pretty well," She said. "I don't think you will disobey Me again."

"No, Mistress," I almost yelled.

"Good," She said. "I knew you would be a good slave from the start. You just need these little reminders now and then. Besides, I like to hear those screams. They turn me on so very much."

Mistress started to rub the cheeks of my ass gently. Her hands were so soothing. They felt cool on my skin. I was probably redder than a barn door back there. After some soothing rubbing She bent over and started to make love to my ass cheeks with Her mouth. She did this to first one cheek and then the other. I almost thought that the paddling was worth enduring to get this from Her. It was then I noticed my cock was still as hard as a rock. It was actually dripping precum. I could feel it sliding off the head of it. I wanted Her to touch it, but knew that would not happen for a while. It was twitching and waving in the air as if it had seen an old friend under that table.

Mistress Q started to wiggle the butt plug in my ass. This went on for a little before She pulled it out past the large section of it and then shoved it back in. My asshole started to burn at that. She started to fuck me with the plug for several minutes. It kept getting easier and easier until it finally felt great. I tried to wiggle back into it, but the table was in the way and I was stretched too tight to move much at all. Then Mistress shoved the plug firmly into me and stopped. 

She walked around the table to my head. I saw that Her cock was just as hard and erect as mine was. That monster standing out from that delicate and trim body of Hers was a fantastically erotic sight. One I will never get used to but will love to see each time it is presented to me. 

"Open your mouth," She ordered. "I want something warm and wet that I can fuck."

I opened my mouth as ordered. It was a little tricky with my bottom jaw against the table. I tilted my head back and presented Mistress with the mouth She desired. She stuck Her cock into my mouth. I closed my lips on it and began to swirl my tongue around the soft and almost spongy head. I was back in heaven. 

Mistress started a nice in and out motion with Her hips. I could not move my head on Her cock so She indeed had to fuck my mouth to get the sensations She wanted. She moaned so tenderly. She would stroke in a little deeper about every third push until I had about half of Her cock in my mouth. She kept this up until Her breathing began a little more rapid and Her moans of pleasure were more insistent. Finally She was hitting the back of my throat and my gag reflex was clutching with each inward thrust. 

Mistress pulled out. I swallowed a little of the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth.

"Now I want you to stick your tongue out and let it lay flat on the floor of your mouth," said Mistress. "When I go back in your mouth you will keep your tongue out and down there. I will go slowly and get you used to things. You will be quite proud of yourself if you listen and apply your mind to the task at hand."

My tongue came out and I made an effort to make it lie flat on the floor of my mouth. I did not see how this would help much. I would not be able to use it to caress Mistress' cock while She was in my mouth.

She slid Her cock into my mouth and went about halfway. Now I knew what She was talking about. I had no way of stopping Her progress by tightening my throat. I could only close it a little, but I could not stop Her now from shoving the whole thing right on down into my gullet. She was one smart Lady. I would have to pay close attention to Her instructions. I saw the potential here. 

"As I push in," She told me, "take in a steady breath until it is cut off. Relax your throat muscles as much as you can and resist the urge to gag. I will go slowly and a little at a time. I am setting you up for success here and you will be able to do more than you have ever done before. Don't be disappointed if you can't take the whole thing. W/we have plenty of time for you to practice before you are going to leave here."

She started to push forward. I closed my eyes and concentrated on taking in the steady breath. The head of Her cock cut it off when it hit what should have been the back of my throat. My gag reflex wanted to react. I suppressed it as best I could. Mistress went just a hair farther and stopped. She just held Her cock right there and let my throat get used to the sensation. It seemed like a long time and I was just running out of air when Mistress pulled back out. She did not pull Her cock all the way out of my mouth, but far enough out to let me breathe. 

"One more time now," She said. "You did real well on that one."

I breathed in again and Mistress advanced Her cock. Again the air was cut off and I was able to control the gag reflex pretty well when it wanted to kick in. I could feel a little rippling action being made by my throat in order for it to do that. It just came on naturally. Mistress continued to slowly push Her cock in. I could feel that it was past the last mark She had made and was still moving inward. I was stunned at how much I seemed to have taken in. It felt like I had about a mile of cock in there. Mistress stopped, held it still for even longer than the last time and then pulled it out. This time she came all the way out of my mouth. I was gasping for air. Left over drool cascaded out of my mouth before I had a chance to swallow it.

"Don't swallow all of that stuff," She ordered. "You will need it for lubrication. I want you to keep your eyes open on this one. I think you will be surprised at your progress. I certainly am. Ready?"

With that She started back into my mouth. I kept my eyes open this time. What a sight that was! 

Drawing in breath again I watched as Mistress Q's cock entered my mouth. It was in just over halfway when the air was cut off and the reflex let me know it was there. I relaxed and it kept advancing. Her pubes were getting closer and closer to my face. The same little spasms started in my throat, but I did not let the gag reflex take over. That beautiful cock kept advancing farther into my throat and the root came closer and closer to my lips.I was doing it. I was taking all of Her cock into my throat. I was amazed. The only thing that I could do was to stare at it and watch it. It almost went completely black for me when Her pubic bone butted up against my nose. She stopped pushing and just stayed there. I could hear her breath coming in ragged pants. She was excited and so was I. My first deep throat! 

My air was running out and I desperately needed to get some more. Mistress gave a grunt and started to pull out. She came all the way out of my mouth and leaned down to kiss my forehead. I wanted to cheer but knew better. My ass was still burning from that paddling. I was not about to disobey if I could help it. 

"I am so very proud of you my little slave," Mistress cooed. "You took the whole thing in! I thought you would come close and that is why I had you watch. You will get a reward later. Right now I need to get off. Open your mouth one more time. Just breathe in with my stroke inward. I will try not to get carried away."

I did not know what She meant, but I was game for anything by this time. I opened my mouth and in went the cock. This time there was a steady push clear to the root of it and then Mistress drew it right out. I breathed as She pushed it back in. They were not hard pushes and not too awful fast. She was certainly fucking my throat though and I knew I was going to get some more of Her cum. I concentrated on keeping my throat relaxed and my breathing in sync with Her thrusts. I could hear the gasping pants and then Mistress pushed Her cock the deepest She had been into my throat and held it there. She even grabbed my hair and pulled it. She let out a loud yell and Her cock pulsed tremendously. I could feel the gushes of cum as they came out of Her cock and down my throat. I was disappointed that I could not taste any of it while She was in that deep.

Mistress Q finally stopped spurting and I was ready to scream for air. I was starting to get dizzy from the lack of it and could see the blackness move in from the corners of my eyes. 

Mistress pulled out of my mouth and I lay there gasping. That is what a well-fucked slave does when He is still tied to the table and can't move. Mistress sat down on one of the kitchen chairs for a minute to catch Her breath as well. I was so happy I had been able to take it away.

Mistress and I both regained our composure and She started to kiss my warmly and lustily. Her tongue swept through my mouth and cleaned it out. My cock was hard as a rock all the way through the throat fucking and was still in that same condition. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted Her to at least touch it and thought that should She decide to take it in Her mouth I would probably cum with just the touch of Her lips. 

She finally stood up and I saw that Her cock had gone down, but not all the way. It was in the process of coming back up again. I wondered if She had taken one of those little pills Herself. 

Mistress said, "Open your mouth again."

She put Her cock back in my mouth and I immediately felt it start to grow to a full and firm erection. She did not move it. She just let it stay there for a little. She played with my hair while it grew into working shape.

Mistress Q removed Her cock from my mouth and walked to the back of the table. I felt Her pull the butt plug out. I was empty again and not liking it very much. With some relief and a little trepidation I heard the snap of a latex glove. The cold stab of lubricant followed that on one of Her fingers at my anus. She ran one of Her fingers into me without any fanfare. I yipped like a startled dog. 

The finger was moved in and out and around and around for a minute. A second finger joined it. This did not cause me any distress after all my anus had been through. These followed the same pattern as the first finger. A third finger soon followed the other two and the pattern was repeated. This was getting better and better. 

"That is three fingers," She said. "I would go for a fourth but I want this a little on the tight side right now."

The fingers were withdrawn and I could hear the glove being removed. I could feel the lubricant running onto my balls. 

Mistress put a wet rag on my balls and cleaned that off. Then She tied a rope around my balls only. It was tied right at the base of the sack and then two or three turns were made. This was looped somehow through the circling rope and pulled very tight. It pinched a couple of spots. Mistress Q tried to smooth out the skin in those areas. I could feel a long tail on that rope that hung free. A second rope was applied the same way as the first. I could feel my ball sack start to swell a litte. My cock remained rock hard. This was a turn on for me. 

Mistress Q then knelt down and untied each ankle from the legs of the table they had been attached to. I could not figure out why She would let my legs loose. My thought was soon answered. She wrapped one rope around each leg just above the knee and tied them off with a knot. One leg and then the other was lifted at the knee and tied to the leg of the table where it met the tabletop. My feet were left dangling. This really opened up my backside. I knew it was in for more abuse. I felt so open and vulnerable. I could really feel the air in the room moving on my little rosebud. 

One end of one rope attached to my balls was run through the 'D' ring of the cuff on my right ankle. That was pulled so that my foot was angled toward my body and suspended about halfway between the floor and my balls. When Mistress released my foot I could see that I would have to keep my ankle back in the air to take the weight of it from pulling on my balls. This was going to be a chore. When I tested putting the weight of my lower leg on them and it hurt like hell. The same thing was done to the left ankle. I was strung up like a hog going to the slaughter. I figured out that my legs would get tired before very long and the pull and stretch on my balls would begin to hurt constantly. 

"That should keep it interesting for you," said Mistress Q. "You don't want to forget about your legs or your balls while I am having my fun back here. I promised you a reward for your wonderful efforts and here it comes."

The head of Her cock nudged up against my anus. It felt huge just touching it. I remembered just how large it was. I thought that I would probably be able to take Her wrist just as easily as that monster cock of Hers.

Mistress pushed and my hole started to open. I pushed back against it to try and make the entrance a little easier. 

"That's a good little slave," said Mistress. "Keep loosening up and it will be much easier on you and Me while I put this thing in there." 

More of that cock was pushed in and my hole was stretching farther than I ever felt it before. It was hurting and I thought it was going to tear before She got that thing in back there. Suddenly the head popped in the phincter and it closed around the head. My God was that thing huge. It felt like a sewer pipe going in back there. Mistress held still.

"Get used to it a little," She said. "There is a lot more to take and I am going to use you hard and fast."

In a few moments my hole did get fairly used to it and I started to relax even more than before. This was different than a dildo. Her cock seemed more pliant and gentle on my poor little hole. I liked this better. 

Mistress Q must have become impatient. She pushed Her cock inward with a steady even pressure. It inched its way up my canal. I could feel the progress it was making inside of me. It felt like She had been pushing forever when the pain started up inside me on the left side of my abdomen. I knew that She was at that turn from the way it had felt with the dildo. She started to move Her cock around the same way She had the dildo and the pain suddenly eased. More of that cock was fed into me until I felt Her hips up against my cheeks. They must have still been warm from that paddling because they felt sore to me when She touched them. 

My balls were starting to stretch a little from the weight of my lower legs pulling down. I made a conscious effort to keep them up but they were getting tired. Mistress started to pull Her cock out and it burned around my anus. I knew this would get better so I did my best not to groan too loudly. Then Mistress rammed back in all the way and started a good fucking pace. She had a nice rhythm going. I could hear Her moans of pleasure.

"God you feel good," She said. "I am going to enjoy fucking your ass."

The pace continued as Her breathing got heavier and heavier. That is when the in and out really got frantic. My balls were being stretched and they hurt. I did not mind so much because Mistress was bumping my prostate each time She pushed in and Her cock scraped against it as She pulled out. I was lost in a zone by that point. I was on the brink of cumming but I just could not. It was lucky I did not without having permission anyway. I noticed a voice crooning in pleasure and realized it was mine and not that of Mistress Q. I was hoping this could go on forever. It felt so good. The table was rocking and I was just a rag doll going with the motion. My balls were aching and being pulled on by my feet. The pain added to the pleasure.




My Time Ch. 04



"Don't you dare cum," ordered Mistress. "I am getting ready to deposit a load back here and I do NOT want you to cum."

She grabbed my hips and really started fucking me. Everything was a blur. Mistress rammed Her cock in to the hilt and held it there. I could feel the pulses as She spurted load after load of Her cum up my intestines. She yelled with pleasure. It was all I could do not to cum with Her. I managed somehow not to do that. Mistress calmed down some and just left Her cock where it was buried deep inside me. I felt the little ending throbs of Her orgasm through it. It seemed like hours had passed before Mistress finally moved. I felt Her cock had shrunk to its flaccid size. She pulled out of my anus and Her cum started to dribble out after it. I guess my anus did not close back up right away. I knew it was leaving a puddle on the floor. 

Mistress Q did not clean Herself off. She went to work releasing my balls from the predicament they were in and the relief was wonderful. I gave a huge sigh. She then untied me from the table and ordered me to stand up. I could feel Her cum running down my legs. 

"Clean the cum off the floor while I get some other things," Ordered Mistress. 

I started for the sink to get a rag.

"I meant to clean it up with your tongue and swallow every bit of it. Do not waste a drop. Make sure you get all of it. I will be back in a second."

I got on my hands and knees and did as I was told. The cum was slick and thick. It had a sweetish taste as it had before and it still burned a little in the back of my throat as it went down. There was quite a bit of it. I had it all licked up by the time Mistress returned. 

"Come here and stand in front of Me," She said.

Mistress put the waist belt on me and cinched it tight. She then hooked my hands to it in the back with a quick clip. She took one of the lengths of rope that had been around my balls and wrapped it around my cock and balls at the base pulling it tight and tying it off with a slipknot on the topside.

She produced the black dildo with the handle and just pushed it into my anus. I was still very open back there and it went in easily. The dildo only went in until it hit the turn up there. Mistress left it there and hooked the bungee cords in place. She was very quick and adept at this.

"That will pull all the way up in there by the time I am done with you," She said. "I want you down on your knees in front of the chair like before."

After I got on my knees Mistress plopped down on the chair, brought Her ass forward until it was right at the edge, leaned back and brought Her legs up on wither side of me. She reached down, grabbed my hard and now purple cock and brought the tip right to Her anus. I felt Her rub it up against Her hole. I noticed it was already slick with lube.

"Push that thing up in Me and fuck Me good," She ordered.

I gladly complied. In my cock went. It was easy and Mistress showed nothing but pleasure on Her face as she looked at me. I kept pushing until it was all the way in and I was bumping up against Her cheeks. I started a good fucking motion. I thought that I would cum any minute from the luscious friction and the tightness of Her ass but I knew that I could not until She let the rope around my cock and balls loose. I fucked Mistress for a long time. She kept up a steady stream of encouraging words. Her hand went to Her cock and She started stroking it. It came to life inn Her hand and looked for all the world like a fresh erection. The lube on it left over from fucking my ass gave it away as a used cock though.

The other hand snaked down and took hold of the end of my cock rope. Her breathing was ragged and gasping as She stroked Her cock faster and faster. I was dieing to cum.

"Cum with Me," she yelled. At the same time She pulled the slip knot out of the cock rope, my cum started to spurt up into Her insides and Her cock started spurting onto Her stomach. She did not cum a lot due to Her other orgasms, but it was enough. I on the other hand came like a fountain. I spurted many times into Her bowels and was so relieved that I could. I yelled louder than She did and kept on grunting and moaning until every drop was out of me.

"Pull out of Me," She ordered. "Now get down there and lick all that cum out of my pussy."

I did not hesitate. I got right down there and started licking what was coming out of Her pussy. The taste was the same as before, but there was much more of it. when I had licked up all that was going to flow out and Her pussy had closed back up, I kneeled up on my knees.

"Now lick up the mess I made on my tummy," She ordered.

I did. Her cock had gone back to a soft little thing that looked like a completely normal cock. How deceptive of it to look so innocent and become such a monster when angry. A regular Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I noticed that the dildo had gone into me up to the flange while I was busy with Mistress. It felt wonderful now that I was used to it. 

Mistress leaned forward and took everything loose. She even removed the dildo and the waist belt.

"Go in and clean these toys and take a shower," She said. "Get yourself ready for bed."

I did as told. During my shower I began to get extremely tired and was glad that it was time for bed. I could use the sleep. This had been a very full and exciting day for me. I had expended a lot of energy.

My cock was a chubby by the time I finished my shower. It went back to a full erection as I was drying myself. I cursed the little pills and wondered if it would interfere with my sleep. I went into the bedroom that I was to use.

"Turn around and bend over," Ordered Mistress. 

She put the medium sized butt plug back into me. She did not use a lube and it went in real tight. I would be able to hold it without any problem during the night.

"Get under the covers and leave one leg out," She said. "I am going to fix you for the night. I have left the cuffs on so you will not forget Who owns you while you sleep. The butt plug is to keep you happy in your dreams. I am securing you to the bed loosely. If you want to go pee during the night or early in the morning, you can use this empy plastic bottle."

She hooked a chain to my right ankle and then to the footboard of the bed with padlocks. The plastic bottle was set at the side of the bed near the head. Mistress bent over and kissed me passionately on the mouth. She kissed all over my face and neck before She returned for one more very long and very passionate kiss right on the mouth. 

"You have been a wonderful slave today," She said. I hope you sleep well. I will be in to let you loose for your morning routine when I get up. Sleep well."

Just wait until tomorrow!



My Time Ch. 05



My Time 5: What a Morning

I must have fallen asleep immediately. I don't remember a thing until I woke up and had to pee badly. I tried to get out of bed but my right leg would not reach the floor. I recalled Mistress Q chaining it to the footboard. I located the plastic bottle She had left for this purpose and rolled onto my side so I could direct the stream into it. It worked. I relieved myself and put the lid back on the bottle. I set it back where I had gotten it from, rolled back over and fell back into a deep sleep. I don't even remember dreaming during the night. 

I was lying on my back in a sound sleep when the covers were torn from me and I lay there naked to the world with Mistress Q standing next to the bed. Even startled like that I knew not to move or say a word. 

"Roll over on your stomach and place your hands under you," She ordered.

I did as I was ordered. The butt plug was pulled from my anus.

"I must redden that ass for you," she said. "It lost its color during the night and W/we can't have you wandering around with a pale ass."

Mistress had the leather paddle and started to use it on my ass. It stung and I let Her know it by grunting loudly each time She struck me. This continued on both cheeks until She had reached 20 smacks on both cheeks. By that time I was crying and my ass was on fire again. What a way to start the day! For a change my cock was not hard. Mistress rubbed my ass cheeks to sooth them and then stood back.

"Get out of bed, clean your piss bottle and do your morning ablutions," She ordered. "Do everything but shower. You will do that later."

I did as I was ordered. I shaved all my important areas, brushed my teeth, combed my hair and peed. I just waited in the bathroom for Mistress, as She did not tell me to do anything else. 

Finally Mistress Q came into the bathroom. She looked me over and felt my cock and balls to make sure that they were freshly shaven. 

"Very good," She said. "Now I will start you out right so you will be ready for the rest of the day's activities. Get into the shower and stand facing Me."

When I had done that Mistress hooked my hands behind me and tied a rope through the cuffs on my wrists. She ran the rope through a hook in the ceiling with the aid of a chair She had brought with Her. The rope was pulled tighter until it started to lift my hands behind me. This caused me to bend at the waist. My hands were pulled upwards until I was bent at a ninety-degree angle to the floor. Mistress tied off the end of the rope to another hook set into the wall in the shower. I wondered just how much She had paid this Hotel for them to make all these special alterations for Her.

Mistress Q then placed a spreader bar between my feet and hooked each end to the ankle cuffs. This spread my feet apart about a foot on either side of my shoulders. I was hung and could not get out of that shower. Next Mistress filled the enema bag. My heart sank. I was to endure this even before breakfast. I noticed that She was using warm water this time. The bag was hung on a hook in the back of the shower about 18 inches above my ass. 

"I am going to use the douche nozzle this morning," She said. "You must be a good slave and hold it in without the assistance of the inflatable one." 

The hose clamp was opened and the water started to flow into me. It was pleasant at first. My cock gave me away again by starting to rise. The flow was pleasant and there was not too much pressure from it. I started to cramp a little. Mistress noticed this.

"You will just have to bear through these cramps and take it like a man for a change," She said. " I will help out a little, but I need you to learn to take the whole bag at one sitting or hanging as the case may be."

Mistress then reached down and took my cock into Her hand. She started stroking me and it soon was at full attention. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the stroking as much as I could. The cramps were still there, but they were easier to bear this way. I was beginning to enjoy myself and get into the rhythm of Her hand when the cramps became stronger. I looked down and saw that my belly was expanding. I wondered how much of the bag I had already taken. My arms were getting tired and starting to hurt from the pull on them. 

"You are doing well slave," She said. "Keep it up and you will soon have the entire bag in you."

I was ready for the bag to run out of water. My belly was quite distended now and my arms hurt worse. The stroking on my cock was the only thing that was helping me maintain my sanity. Mistress Q reached Her other hand behind me and started giving me stinging slaps on my ass cheeks. This did not help matters at all.

I felt the pressure stop and the flow disappeared.

"You've taken the whole bag," Said Mistress. "Good slave. Now hold it while I prepare for you to release it. Don't you spill a drop."

She loosened the rope that secured my arms up behind me and pushed on my chest at the same time so I would not fall forward. I stood in the tub while she took the spreader bar loose from both ankles. She pulled out the nozzle and I had to grip real hard back there to hold all of that stuff in me. It wanted out badly.

"Get on the toilet and Hold it in," She said.

I did and Mistress handed me another one of those little pills and some water in a glass. I took the pill, drank the water and gave the glass back to Mistress. She turned to leave the bathroom.

"You may release it now, take a shower and meet me in the kitchen," She said as She walked out the door. "Take those cuffs off to shower and put them back on when done."

Everything let go and was gone in record time. When I was finished on the throne, I took my shower and cleaned myself very well. I dried off and headed for the kitchen. I was hoping that breakfast would be ready.

Breakfast was waiting when I got to the kitchen. It smelled wonderful. Mistress had me sit at the side of the table while She sat at the head. There were eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and coffee. I devoured all of it. Mistress ate Hers while grinning at me. 

"You will need every bit of nourishment you can get for this morning's activities," She said. "You will be very busy and stressed this morning. It will be easy on you in only one way. You will be sitting in a nice chair the whole time."

I was actually looking forward to Her planned activities for the morning. I was excited enough to have grown an erection just listening to Her voice and looking at Her beauty. Mistress had dressed in Her usual heels and nothing else. I loved looking at Her body. It was so perfectly formed and Her having a cock to boot just made it that much more erotic. 

After finishing breakfast and cleaning off the table, Mistress ordered me to stand at the sink and face Her. The packing string was applied around the base of my balls and cock again and Mistress bent down to suck the head of my cock. This succeeded in raising a nice full erection and started my balls to swell up. The skin over my balls was getting tighter and tighter as I became more and more excited. Mistress finally stood up and left me standing there with my cock standing out in front of me. I knew it would be that way until She decided I had been hard long enough to suit Her. 

Mistress pulled out one of the straight-backed kitchen chairs from the table and brought out a different butt plug than She had bee using. This one was about 7 inches long and had three bulges on it as it went from tip to base. The first was small. The second about the same size as the butt plug She had been using on me. The last one was quite large. There was a space at the base of the plug that was as narrow as the first bulge that my anus could clamp down on. Mistress lubed this plug up and set it on the seat of the chair. How convenient for me. 

"Sit down," said Mistress Q. "You can figure out where that will go."

I went over to the chair, positioned my legs on either side of it for balance, and reached down to guide the plug to the mark. It was cold when it started into my anus. The first bulge was easy and created no problem for me. I was a little sore back there, but it was nothing major. I let go and sat a little more onto the plug. The second bulge went in with just a slight bit of stress. Keeping my back as straight as I could I sat down farther on the plug. It was really stretching my anus and a little bit painful. The more it went in the more painful it got. My anus was getting a real stretching out of this one. The tip hit the curve in the colon and I wiggled and leaned to the right to help it past that. It slid up after a little coaxing and my anus suddenly closed on the smaller part at the base. There was not a lot of relief in that, but it was better than the tremendous stretch of just a second before. I was now seated firmly on the chair. 

Mistress came over and pushed down on both my shoulders.

"I don't want you cheating," She said. "I want that thing all the way up inside so you can feel every little movement of it."

My cock was still hard as a rock and I was horny as a toad. However horny toads get. 

Mistress Q pulled my hands around the back of the chair, hooked them together and then secured them with a rope to the rung that ran across the two back legs of the chair. This way She could pull them down tight and they were held securely. Next She fastened a rope around my waist just below my naval and secured that to the chair. I would not be making any huge movements or sliding off the chair by accident. Mistress then tied a rope to each of my ankle cuffs. She pulled one out to the side and slipped the end through the table leg right under the tabletop. She did the other the same way. Mistress went back and forth between the two legs and made each one tighter each time. I was finally spread as wide as I could stand it with my legs straight out to the sides. I am sure I was a sight to behold. 

"You may scream as loud as you want during this," She said. "I like to hear that. The redness of your skin will tell Me when you have had enough. Don't expect Me to stop until I am ready."

She took a leather flogger in Her right hand and made a few light passes over my chest with it. Then She made a few more light passes over my thighs. I found that the way She had my legs spread exposed my inner thighs to the flogger. This was going to hurt good. 

"You will be happy to know that I did not forget the important part of this," said Mistress Q as She walked around to the front of me with the little cock flogger in Her hand. 

She got right in front of me and let one go on my cock and balls that stung like the devil. I screamed. That must have charged Her up because She lashed my cock and balls about four more times in fast succession really hard. My genitals were on fire. I thought I could see welts rising up on my cock through the tears that were in my eyes. 

This triggered the pace for the rest of the flogging. It was not light lashes that went on from here. She took the leather flogger again and beat my chest with hard lashes. Each one stung like hell and brought another yell from me. The tips of the lashes were the worst. She knew how to play them from the sides around to the center of my chest. I don't know how many lashes I received. Then She shifted direction. My leg closest to Her was the next target. During the short pause I noticed that Mistress' cock was erect and waving in the air with Her efforts. That monster sticking out in front of that gorgeous dainty body of Hers was erotic to look at. Her breasts were swaying slightly with Her movements and the nipples were hard and erect. I would have liked to have sucked on them for Her right then. 

The sensitive inside of my thigh was the main target. I screamed each time that She struck there. I lost track of time and all other feeling for a little. Then the lashing paused again. Mistress moved around to the other side of the chair and stood there for a minute. It was during that pause that I became aware of the movement and stimulation from the butt plug. I was breathing heavily by now and each intake of breath brought a new wiggle from the plug. It was right up against my prostate and I could see the pre-cum on the head of my cock. It was standing up waiting for some more attention. 

Mistress Q started in lashing my chest from the new direction. It was just as painful and I screamed and cried just as much, but I could feel the plug this time. I wanted to cum. Then the pause came and Mistress started in on the thigh that was closest to Her now. It hurt worse than the chest flogging. My skin was red all over. Everywhere that She had been flogging it was a burning red, on fire to my feeling, and welts were showing fast. 

Mistress stopped flogging my thigh and came in front of me to continue on my cock and balls. I was lucky that my balls had swollen as much as they had. It cushioned them from the direct blows of the little flogger. Mistress flogged them for a long time this round. I was getting a little dizzy from not being able to breath right. Just when I knew I could not possibly take anymore Mistress stopped.

"Take a breather," She said. Mistress was panting with the effort also. She was flushed in the face and chest and Her cock was as hard as a rock. 

"That was invigorating," She said. "You scream well. I am proud of you. Does the longer plug give you a better sense of an anchor on that chair?"

"Yes, Mistress," I gasped.

I was getting my breathing back to a normal state. My head was clearing up nicely. I thought I was going to recover from this. Mistress must have seen the signs. She walked up to the front of the chair and straddled it. Her cock was just about the height of my mouth. 

"Open," She ordered.

I did. She shoved Her cock into my mouth and immediately started to fuck it with vigor. Her cock did not go in deep, but it was a good fucking. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands to keep it steady and just fucked away. She was sighing with pleasure. Suddenly She stopped. 

"I am not near done with you yet," She said.

She got the cock flogger and started in on my cock. She worked the entire length of it. Each time it hit on the head of my cock I wanted to rocket out of that chair. The plug was driving me crazy at the same time. 

Mistress stopped flogging my cock, straddled the chair and my legs and lowered Herself onto me. My cock went into Her hole like it was a heat-seeking missile. God did that hurt. My skin on my cock was on fire and now being ridden upon. Her hole was tight and clamped down on it with strength. 

"I wanted some really hot cock in me," She said as She pulled my head back by my hair. "I know you want to cum in Me, but now you can't until I let you. Pretty good control, huh?"

She rode my cock up and down with enthusiasm. Mistress must have had Her hole lubricated beforehand, as it was moist and slick on my cock. She was enjoying Herself immensely. Mistress latched Her mouth on mine and buried Her tongue to my tonsils. It was a huge turn-on. I would have enjoyed it much more without the burning pain in my cock, but this was hot.

The kiss was broken and Mistress stood up and walked back from me. 

"I don't want to take the edge off," She said panting. "I have so much more in store. Let's try something new."

I recognized the next weapon She grabbed. It was a rubber flogger. The lashes were of thin rubber. I had one of these used on me a long time ago and remembered that the sting was distinctive. Without any fanfare Mistress let loose with ten good blows with this flogger. It stung like crazy. I was screaming and crying again. She moved from my chest to my thigh and that was even worse. I was struggling in the chair to no avail. I was stuck there. That made the plug all the more active inside me and my prostate was almost over stimulated. I wanted to cum in the worst way. My cock was hugely erect. I don't think I had ever felt it so hard and inflamed. It was horribly wonderful.

Mistress Q moved around to the other side of me and repeated the lashing to my chest and the other thigh. I replied with more screaming and more crying. I was getting very short on breath and was light-headed again. Mistress picked up on this and stopped. There was very little respite for me as She took the cock flogger and beat out ten lashes on my cock and balls. Then I got to catch my breath. The entire front of my body was on fire. Mistress Q put down the cock flogger and backed up to the chair. She reached back for my cock and guided it into Her hole as She sat down on me. She fucked the daylights out of me. She was moving so steady and fast. She was moving Her hips round and round as they went up and down. It felt wonderful. I could have cum several times I think. The cock tie kept me from it. 

Mistress got up off my cock before She came. She was panting and gasping. 

"I have more work to do," She stated. " When I turn you loose you will bend over the table the same way you were last night."

She unfastened all my ties and I got off the chair rather shakily. My legs did not want to hold me up. I turned, moved the chair out of the way and lay over the table. 

Mistress Q did not tie me down immediately. She came over to me and lay over the table with me. Her arm went around me. Her mouth was near my ear so I supposed that Her feet were pretty much off the floor. She whispered encouragements into my ear and allowed Her tongue to do a little nice work in my ear that raised goose bumps all over me. I felt so safe and loved. 

"You have become very precious to Me in such a short time," She cooed. "I will take care of you but will not go easy on you."

She got off the table and tied me with my hands going to the corners of the table on the side my head was on and my knees tied and pulled out to the sides. I was glad the ball tie She had used on me the night before was not incorporated though my cock and balls were feeling a little on the cold side and were a nice shade of purple. My cock, of course, was still as erect as it could ever have been.

Mistress had the leather paddle and went to work with ten swats to each of my ass cheeks.

"This must stay that enticing shade of red," She told me. "I am going to be looking back here up close and personal for the next little while. You are just going to love this one."

The butt plug had stayed in my ass when I got off the chair. Mistress now pulled it out of me with a pop. I could feel that my anus did not close all the way. I found out that would not matter. I heard the snap of the latex glove and felt Mistress apply even more lube to my poor little hole. 

Mistress Q pulled the chair up so She could sit right by my ass and stuck two fingers into me without ceremony. These were moved in and out and wiggled to make plenty of room back there. After the butt plug rubbing around in there this was almost a relief to have something even more active in me. Her fingers were doing even more to stimulate my prostate than the plug had. My butt cheeks were still plenty warm from the leather paddle. My chest felt better on the cool tabletop. It was rapidly warming to my body temperature though.

Mistress was even nice enough to stroke on my sore, but very excited, cock and balls. She used the hand without the glove on and Her cool hand did wonders for me. I wanted to cum so bad. I think I would have promised Her anything had She asked. 

"I am going to try and stretch you farther than you have probably ever been stretched before," She said. "This will hurt at times, but I am watching close to see that no damage is done back here. Ready?"

I need not have answered. Mistress was going to do what She wanted to do anyway. At least I had gotten my breath back.

Another finger was inserted with the first two. There was pressure, but no pain at that point. They really played on my prostate. It felt like three snakes in me back there each one fighting for more room. It was thrilling. I could tell they were buried all the way up to the third knuckles. The glove made them feel almost like silk to the touch. Mistress' touch on my cock and balls was driving me wild. I was moaning loudly and constantly. 




My Time Ch. 05



The fourth and last finger was introduced and I was quite stretched back there. Mistress took Her time but managed to get them all in up to the third knuckle. I could feel Her thumb on the cheek of my ass. My breath was getting shorter. I did not know quite what to expect at this moment. The hand just rested where it was. Finally there was a gentle movement that got more and more insistent. Mistress actually started an in and out movement that was sliding on my stretched anus. I held my breath. There was no pain. It felt like I was being filled up on the inward movements and drained on the outward movement. I had never felt anything like it. I have never had that much of a hand up my rear end before either. 

"You are doing well," said Mistress. "Just relax and enjoy what I am doing. I am pleasantly surprised with your progress so far. I hope you will feel the same way."

With that said I felt Her thumb being inserted a little ways beside Her four fingers. Now this was a stretch. She played with the insertion and gradually got Her thumb farther into me. I was wide open and trying my darnedest to relax, but that was difficult. The stretching continued and the pain became greater. I thought I could feel Mistress' fingers start to close and it felt like the part of Her hand inside me was expanding into a fist. I had read stories of fisting and had fantasies of possibly being fisted, but wrote that off as something that could never happen to me. 

Whoosh! I felt Her hand go way up inside of me and fill me to the brim. I had never been so full in my rectum with solid material before. I was amazed. At the same time the pain and pressure at my anus abated. 

"You now have my entire fist up your hole to the wrist," crowed Mistress.

It was unbelievable. I just let my feelings go and started to drift with the sensations of it. I wanted to enjoy each feeling it produced in me. 

"Stay very still and let me play around with this," said Mistress. "This is fascinating. None of my other slaves has ever gone this far. I want to try new things."

I was willing to go along. It was feeling so wonderful and fascinating was a very small word right then. I felt Mistress start to slowly open Her hand and extend Her fingers. It was like I had a mind camera in there with Her. The fingers extended all the way out to the shape She had initially inserted them. I felt Her move them about and then gently push them further inward. There was no pain at this point. My breath was coming in long even heaves. I would exhale loudly. My mind was centered inside of my bowel. I felt each little movement in there and almost visualized what was happening. 

I felt Her hand move farther into me, and then Her fingers came to the bend in my colon. She had not gone very far to get there. Mistress moved Her fingers in such a way that She went right around that bend and had a straight shot up the descending colon should She desire to take it. 

"I have never had a slave do this well or take a whole hand before," said Mistress with a little bit of wonder in Her voice. "I hope I do not lose my glove. My arm is in you halfway to the elbow."

I was so proud I could have crowed. I just drifted with the feelings. Mistress started to remove Her hand. It slid for a long ways until I felt myself stretching to let the bulk of Her hand out. It was not near as bad as getting it in. When Her hand was out I could feel the air blowing up into me. I knew my hole was gapping wide open after that. There was no doubt in my mind. I was all asshole at that moment. 

I was exhausted. I wanted to rest. Mistress trotted around in front of me as fast as She could in those heels and pulled my head back so my mouth was in line with Her cock. The gloved hand hung by Her side. I was helpless to fight this and did not have the energy or the inclination to do anything but please the Dear Lady. I stuck my tongue out and glued it to the bottom of my mouth as I had been taught.

Mistress rammed Her cock into my mouth like a starving Woman. She started out shallow and then progressed to throat fuck me. I was keeping up with my breathing and really enthralled with the way Her cock throbbed and pumped. I knew I was giving Her pleasure that was rocking Her boat and that was what I was there for. Her breathing came down to a panting like a dog and then Her cock pulsed hard and grew even larger in my throat. Gush upon gush of Her hot cum went down my throat. She pulled on my hair with one hand and held Her cock in my throat at the same time. This lasted until She was done. The cock was pulled out. I gasped for air. Mistress almost fell down on one of the chairs and stayed there regaining Her breath. I did the same in the position I was in. 

When Mistress had recovered She bent over to me and gave me the most sensuous kiss She ever had.

"I am so proud and pleased with you," She said. "You have done all that I expected of you and exceeded even those expectations. W/we will get ready, go to lunch, and then you can have a needed rest. You will be happy to know that your lunch will be restraint and plug free as a reward. "And you will have another treat my dear slave."

Mistress Q walked around to my backside. I wondered what more could happen back there. She sat on the floor and engulfed my cock in Her mouth. She took it all the way in and proceeded to give me the best sucking that I have had. I was still helpless so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations again. It did not take long in my overexcited state for me to be on the brink of and orgasm. 

"Mistress may I please cum. I need to so badly," I begged. "I can't cum until you allow me to and I really need to."

Mistress released the cord that was around my cock and balls, which hurt like hell but was not about to stop my orgasm. At the same time She rammed three fingers in my hole and rubbed my prostate. I came like the day was about to end in flames. It was absolutely marvelous. Mistress took all that I had and that was a lot from the long build up to this. 

I was totally spent. My cock finally deflated. Mistress Q unfastened me from the table and helped me to the bedroom. I laid down and don't remember even falling to sleep.

Stay tuned for the awakening!



My Time Ch. 06



I awoke to the feeling of Mistress Q applying a small amount of lubricant to my anus. She had one cheek lifted so She had good eye contact. I had been sleeping on my side. I thought it was a nice way to wake up from my nap.

"W/we are going to have fun this afternoon," She said with a smile in Her voice. "New things to try out and new places to take my little slaves mind and body."

The next thing I felt was something cold and hard being pushed into my anus. It slid in and my anus closed over the end of it. It was a longer egg than before and I could feel the wire coming out of my anus. I wondered what this one would do.

Mistress then cuffed my hands in front of me.

"Roll over onto your stomach," She ordered.

I complied. Mistress put a butt plug in me. It was the medium sized one. I was relieved it was not the big one She had me sit on in the chair. 

"This ass is not near red enough for Me," She said.

Mistress had the leather paddle and started in on my ass cheeks. She had a steady rhythm again and this allowed the pain to flow through me in steady waves. She delivered about fifteen whacks to each cheek. I could feel the heat from my end of it. My cock gave me away again by coming up to a real nice chubby. It was humiliating to me to have my body respond to the pain this way. It showed that no matter how much I protested I secretly loved every minute of it. 

"Roll over on your back," ordered Mistress Q.

She unfastened my wrists and secured first one and then the other to a corresponding corner of the bed above my head. They were stretched tight. Next She fastened my angles the same way to the corners of the bed at the foot. Before making the final tie on each ankle She pulled strongly on them to make sure I was stretched out. Each time the bed moved or I tried to move the butt plug would let me know it was in place. Mistress brought the wire from the egg up between my legs. I saw that it had a plug on the end that was not attached to anything. 

Mistress Q then took a wide blue piece of what looked like cloth with a plastic attachment to it and fitted it over my cock and balls. She started to tighten this through the plastic device and it acted like one of Her famous cock ties with the packing string. There was a wire attached to it similar to the one on the egg. It was connected to the same bit of nothing as the other. She stroked my cock into a full erection. It was standing tall when She let go of it and so was my orgasm level. Here I was horny again.

Mistress took a small device that looked like a palm-sized radio from the dresser. She attached a wire to the one coming from my cock and another to the wire coming from the anus egg. These ended in one plug which She plugged into the device. As She turned it I could see there were dials on it and a little light. The light was red so I knew I was in for trouble. 

Mistress turned the knob slowly. I did not feel anything at first. As She turned it more and more I began to feel a little tingle in my cock and balls. She would stop after each little nudge of the dial and watch my reaction to it. the tingle would start as a small little thing like a fly crawling on me. Then it would build to a certain point and return to the point where it was not felt. 

"Thomas Edison never dreamed electricity would ever be used like this," She said. 

Mistress nudged the dial again. The tingle started again and built even greater this time. I could actually feel my cock moving from the effect of it. It was not painful at this point. It was just plain strange. It felt like the tightened ring was moving around my genitals. Mistress paused again and it went into its cycle about six times. It was exciting. I could feel something inside me and realized it was the egg. It did not do the same thing as the ring, but it let me know it had a job to do also.

The dial was nudged again. This time the cycle felt like pins being stuck just barely into my skin. They went around and around from lightly to almost harshly. I wiggled at the strongest part of the cycle. I pushed toward the bed and the butt plug stopped me short. Mistress left the setting this way and put down the control box. 

"That should keep it interesting for you while I have fun of a different kind," She said lightly.

Clothespins appeared in Her hands and She started to apply them to me in various places. The first two to go on were to my nipples. She took deep bites and so did the clothespins. My nipples were still hurting when Mistress pulled on the pins, lifted my nipples and the skin around them and attached a pin on either side of the pins She was holding. She did this with both nipples. Now I was really hurting. I let out a cry and started to moan from the pain. It was slow to dull. Two more pins were attached to my ball sack. I let out another cry. The skin was stretched form being swollen and these hurt when they went on. One was attached on either side of my naval and another two were attached to my ball sack. I was in agony. Mistress stood back and watched Her handiwork. I was moving around trying to ease the pain and just succeeding in moving the butt plug around more. My cock was still standing and turning a nice shade of purple. The electricity went on and on in its cycle adding to the discomfort. Finally the clothespins started to dull out to an ache. I knew they were there, but the pain was not as sharp. Tears were running out of my eyes and down into my ears. 

Mistress Q picked up the controller and nudged the dial again. This brought another surge in the power of the electricity and new moans from me. It felt like someone handling my cock with prickly gloves on. It was almost a shocking massage. It was actually bringing me closer to the need for an orgasm. This would not happen with that band on me that tight so I was stuck wanting and not having again. Two more clothespins were added to my abdominal area. A fresh round of pain shot through my skin. Two more clothespins were added to my ball sack. Mistress did not stop and added two more clothespins to my ball sack. I must have looked like a porcupine lying there. Mistress added several more clothespins to my abdominal area and then started to place them on my tender undersides of my upper arms. She put a whole line of them on each arm. Another nudge to the dial and the controller was laid down. This last jolt felt like someone stroking my cock. It was painful at the same time it was erotic. Each time the cycle went around I jerked and my muscles became tight in that area. I lost track of everything except the pain. 

"You are going to love this," I heard Mistress say in the background. 

I was still in pain, electricity coursing through my cock and balls, a butt plug in my anus, clothespins all over me and She was saying I was going to love something else that was going to happen. I paid attention and saw the flogger in Her hand. She brought it around and down on my cock. I screamed. That was a surprise. Mistress brought the flogger around and down again on my balls. There was not much of an impact but it took a couple of the clothespins with it. That hurt tremendously. I screamed anew. This was the worst pain I had felt since the paddle. Mistress was relentless with Her next hit and took more of the clothespins from my balls. I screamed again and was crying like a baby. 

She must have taken a little pity on me or wanted the anticipation to build because She stopped. I was moving as much as the restraints would allow. That was not much. The burn on the skin of my ball sack was almost overpowering. After a few minutes of watching me squirm, Mistress started the procedure all over again. She took the rest of the clothespins off my balls with the flogger. She then moved up to my abdomen and took the pins off there the same way. There were constant flashes of pain going through me. I was starting to snot up due to all the crying I was doing. Mistress paused again when all the clothespins were off my abdomen. 

I felt a pang of relief that was immediately followed by the anticipation of having more pins taken off my body in this rude manner. My cock was raging. The rotten bum was at it again. 

Mistress moved up my body to my nipples and the six pins there. She was very surgical with the flogger in that area. She managed to take off one clothespin at a time. Each one tore a scream from me and more sobbing. Mistress paused again when those clothespins were off.

"You must be really hurting from these," She said. "Let me help to sooth them."

Mistress Q leaned down and started rubbing and pinching my nipples lightly. Ordinarily I would have loved this being done, but with the clothespins off now and the blood rushing back into them, it hurt like the devil. I was squirming around like crazy trying to get away from Her touch. I did not manage that task.

Mistress stood and began to remove the clothespins from my left arm. That is very tender skin on that portion of the arm and the pain started anew. I was screaming just as hard as ever with each stroke of the flogger. A brief pause after they were all off brought a new assault on my right arm. Finally all the clothespins were off my body. I noticed that Mistress was flushed in the face neck and upper chest and Her breathing was sharp and ragged. I glanced down and saw that She was fully erect. This was a huge turn on for Her. I was glad to have been of pleasure to Her, but still in pain. The electricity was becoming apparent to me again now that the sharp pain in my other areas was settling in to an ache.

Mistress caught Her breath, gave Her cock a few well-deserved strokes and picked up the control box. She gave another nudge to the dial and a new surge went into my genitals. This was like little nails being driven into the area where the band contacted the flesh and the felling of being stroked intensified. It cycled and cycled for what seemed like forever. I did not think I could stand anymore when Mistress reached down and began pumping my cock. Her touch was electric (no pun intended). Pain and pleasure shot through my cock. I was happy when She took Her hand from my cock and turned the dial all the way off. The tingling did not leave me. There were no more needles and pins, but the sensations were still there. It was like my cock was still moving. 

"I can imagine you are about ready for a break," said Mistress Q. "Not yet. I have a little more for you to feel and then to do."

I could not imagine more to feel. That was not a concept my mind could handle right then. She let me know what that was. The flogger was once more applied to me. Mistress started to work on my chest. She walked all the way around the bed and back using the flogger in a pattern I had grown used to. I was out of it again. I went along with the waves of pain coursing through me. 

Mistress moved the flogger down to my thighs and gave them a workout. She went around the bed and back while working them over. I could not move away from that sting at all. She finished that off with about five whacks to my cock. I was burning all over the front of my body. 

Mistress stopped and put the flogger down. She stood and watched me catch my breath and snort until I was settled. I was in pain all over and it made me feel so alive. Mistress was languidly stroking Her cock the whole time. It was a beautiful sight. 

"My time to have a little fun," She said as She climbed up on the bed.

She straddled my head and faced my feet. 

"Open," She ordered and I complied with my tongue out and on the floor of my mouth.

Mistress stuck Her cock in my mouth and started fucking my mouth with slow strokes. I loved the feel of Her cock in my mouth and the taste, which was a little salty. She kept the pace slow and kept going deeper until I had it all the way in my throat. She sighed and started to plunge into my throat a little faster. She was breathing heavy and twitching. Suddenly She leaned all the way down and took my cock into Her mouth. She ran Her tongue around the head of it and then took it all the way down into Her throat as She pushed Her cock all the way down mine. W/we must have been a sight. I was in heaven. She started to alternate taking my cock down Her throat and pushing Hers down mine until She took Her mouth away from my cock, shoved Her cock all the way in as far as it would go and spurted Her cum into my throat. She flooded me with the stuff. 

She took the ring from my cock and balls and started sucking my cock again. 

"You may cum now," She said as She took Her moth from me briefly. 

I did spurt after spurt. I could tell that Mistress was catching it in Her mouth because She was not all the way down on my cock. When I was done, Mistress moved around so that Her face was right over mine. She opened my mouth with Her fingers and let my load drain out of Her mouth and into mine. She closed my mouth.

"Swallow," She ordered.

I did. I was swallowing my own cum. It tasted pretty much the same as it did when I liked it out of my hand. I was mortified and yet exhilarated at the same time. Mistress smiled at me and looked into my eyes the entire time. How intense. I opened my mouth without being told to show that I had swallowed all of it. 

"Very good My little slave," She said with a smile. 

Happiness is making your Mistress smile. 

Mistress Q got off me and loosened my bonds. I did not move until She ordered me onto my stomach. The cover on the bed hurt like crazy as my beaten and pinned body rubbed on it. The butt plug was removed and then the egg taken out. 

"Go shower," She said. "That was the appetizer. W/we will now be going out for supper."

I went in and showered. After showering I cleaned up all the toys and straightened the bedroom. Mistress had already laid out the clothes She wanted me to wear. I sat on the bed and waited for Her to come into the bedroom from Hers.

Mistress Q came into the bedroom with a couple of items in Her hand. The first was the remote egg, which She inserted into my anus. She gave it a test buzz that caused me to jump slightly. She then put a very light coat of lubricant on the butt plug and inserted that to hold in the egg and make me know that She still owned and controlled my anus no matter where W/we might be going. 

The next item was the ever-familiar cock cage. My cock was limp so there was no problem putting it over my cock. She fastened the strap around my cock and balls to hold it in place. Mistress Q reached into the end of the cage with Her fingernails and clamped onto the head of my cock. She pulled it out through the hole in the end of the cage. It fit for now, but I knew I would be in trouble when (notice I didn't even bother with the 'if') my cock got hard. I knew I was going to be in trouble then. 

"A new variation," She said. "This will make the head of your cock rub against the fabric of your pants and, if you get hard enough, it will make your pants dance out in front of you when you are standing. Did I tell you that I have chosen a restaurant with a waiting line?"

I started to blush right then and there just thinking of the embarrassment. Mistress then handed me one of Her friendly pills and some water to wash it down. I was not going to have an enjoyable meal. I wondered just how much I could eat when the pain started to kick in.

Off W/we went to the restaurant. It was no fun sitting in the car again. The plug in my anus accentuated the bumps and unevenness in the road. Mistress Q would turn on the egg at the most inopportune times. It would startle me each time. It would also excite me and by the time W/we reached our destination I was erect again. The metal ring of the cage was almost cutting into the skin of my cock. It hurt, but was not so bad I could not bear it. The head of my cock was rubbing against the fabric of my pants. I was glad that Mistress had allowed me to wear a pair of boxer shorts. I knew that the precum that was going to leak out of the end of my cock would have been quite visible on my pants when standing. Mistress Q was very kind to me.

Upon entering the establishment Mistress signed us in and, as She had stated earlier, W/we were required to wait in a line for O/our table. There were seats available and Mistress took one on the end of a bench. She beckoned me to stand next to Her. My pants were starting to tent very nicely and my face was getting redder and redder. It dawned on me that my cock was right at the level of Mistress Q's face. I knew She was glancing at it and watching the other patrons to see who would notice the jerk with the hard-on. Several times She would motion me to bend my ear to Her so She could point out the one or two people who had noticed and ordered me to watch their reactions to my display. This served two functions. The first being my humiliation and the redness of my face. The second was the effect that the rubbing of the head of my cock on the material of my pants when I bent down and then stood up. It only served to increase my awareness of my cock sticking out and the excitement of that happening. No one else knew why the idiot was having such a hard-on standing next to the very beautiful blond Lady. In the process I got one or two very nice buzzes in my ass with the egg courtesy of my loving Mistress. There was never a dull moment with Her.

During the dinner Mistress Q kept one of Her hands under the table out of sight of everyone else, but very plain to me from the way She kept rubbing and pinching my cock. The vibrating egg went on and off at various times and alternated from high to low in intensity. I had a difficult time eating and an even more difficult time enjoying a really wonderful meal. 

Just before desert was served Mistress sent me to the restroom. I was told to stand and deliver while in there. I knew what was coming and braced myself for the onslaught of the egg. I concluded my business in the restroom and to my surprise the egg did not make itself known to me the entire time. I could not pee, but made a good showing of it. On the way back to the table I happened to come face to face with a female patron on her way to the restroom and had to step out of her way with an acknowledgement. As I was doing this the egg came on and I just stammered some unintelligible response to her presence. The egg stayed on for the rest of my trip back to the table and did not shut off after I sat down. The waiter came over to take the desert order and the egg suddenly started going crazy in my ass. It went from high to low and all points in between while I was trying to give my order. The waiter was looking at me as if I were from another planet. Mistress was grinning the whole time and just enjoying Herself immensely. 

The egg went off when the waiter left the table. Desert was served and eaten without further incident. Of course the rubbing and pinching continued and I was pitching quite a nice tent as W/we stood to depart. That is when the egg came back on. Mistress Q stepped in front of me and led the way while reaching back to hold my hand. This was a nice picture to anyone watching. My steps were a little hesitant from all the activity inside my rear end. Mistress made it a point to stop suddenly several times on the way out so that Her hand would bump against my erection when I failed to stop in time behind Her.

Mistress did not shut the egg off when W/we got into the parking lot. It was mostly deserted and Mistress must have felt rather daring. The car was parked on the far side of the lot from the front door and off to an angle from it. When Mistress and I got to the car and before the door was opened on Her side, She ordered me to kneel in front of Her.

"You are going to be a good little slave and suck My cock right here in front of anyone who might be able to see," She said. 

Mistress Q lifted Her skirt, which was not very obvious since it was rather short to begin with, and pulled Her cock from wherever She stored that huge hunk of meat. It was erect and almost slapped me in the face as it came flying out. I immediately went to my task. I had a full belly in the middle of the parking lot on my knees sucking the large cock of a beautiful woman. My cock hurt as it grew even harder. I had no idea who may have seen this. Mistress would have known for She was standing and able to see out over the cars. She could see over part of the cars. She was short enough not to be able to see over the roof of either car we were between. 




My Time Ch. 06



Mistress Q started breathing harder and Her weight shifted from foot to foot as I applied myself with all vigor. The egg was set up on high and stayed there until I was ordered to do anything different.

"Stop and stand up here," said Mistress Q. "I want to save the best for when I do not have to disguise the results."

I stood and opened the door for Mistress. The egg went to the low setting. I got in the car after She had been properly seated and W/we headed back for the Hotel. The egg stayed on low the entire way. I was in a little bit of misery the entire time and loved every minute of it. The egg did not go off until W/we reached the hotel and were standing at the door of the room.