Nearly finished shaving, I search for the last few stragglers of hair. I pull my wood this way and that, stretching my ball sack, wanting this to be perfect. Doing my best, I even struggle to shave my ass cheeks, trying to get everything bare for you.
I pick up the clothes you laid out, finding only a pair of gym trunks, t-shirt and flip flops. Strangely, I find the tent in my gym shorts more embarrassing than being naked! Shrugging, I finish dressing and return to the kitchen.
You are still reading the paper, drinking coffee. Looking up, you grin. “Oh my, that may not work too well in public, we don't want you to get arrested do we?”
“Come here, I want to see you bald”
I stand in front of you my cock still obviously throbbing. You tug down my pants, then inspect me. I shiver as you touch me, cupping my balls, pulling them tight. “Good job, now go put on your black shorts, these are too tight.”
I return, feeling a little better, my hard on not nearly as noticeable.
“Lets go. You drive, take us to where you bought the move.”
I try to concentrate on the road, yet every couple of minutes, you reach over and touch me, keeping me hard and horny.
A bell rings as we enter the store, the clerk looks up and smiles. “May I help you?” he asks
“Yes you may. I have a new slave and we will need to outfit him properly. I am really not sure where to start though, I am new at this.
“If I may, what types of activity did you have in mind?”
“Well, as I said we are just getting started, and I am not really sure. I watched one movie, and they had men tied up, collars on them and stuff. One man had a mask on, that had a dildo where his mouth was, that was kind of interesting.” you say
“Ok we can start there. Do you want the restraints just for show, or would you like to make him helpless?”
“Both maybe?”
“Mister, I think you are in big trouble.” the clerk says laughing
“Oh I don't know, I am learning he likes to be humiliated and used don't you Tom?” you say running her finger down the out line of my engorged cock. “In fact, why don't you tell the nice man what you did just before we came here.”
“Mistress?” I said hoarsely
“Tell him.” you bark
Trembling with humiliation and lust, I answer “I crawled under the kitchen table, fucked her ass with my tongue, then she used my face and tongue to give herself and orgasm.” I mumble, hanging my head.
“See, he is not in trouble, he is exactly where he wants to be.”
The clerk quickly turns to hid his semi hard on “Um if you will follow me, I can show you the masks you were talking about”
“This is our nicest one, with the most options. You can use different sized gags on the inside, that go in his mouth. Any of these dildos here fit it. You not only have different sizes, but some are inflatable, some have vibrators. This mask also has covers for his eyes to use instead of blindfolds if you wish. See the rings on the back? You can attach his ankles and wrists here. Then use these adjustable straps to pull them as tight as you wish.”
“Would you like that Tom? Do you want to be tied up and helpless, with a plastic cock in your mouth, while I bounce up and down on that big dildo?” you tease
Humiliated, embarrassed to be talked to that way in front of a strange man, for some reason I am filled with lust and desire. My cock jumps and twitches as I picture her using me.
“Yes Mistress.” I whisper.
“I thought you might.” you giggle. “Isn't he just special?” you ask the clerk
“I guess so. Not my style though. Personally I just enjoy a good old fashioned fuck. A good hard cock in a nice sloppy pussy is my preference.” he says boldly. Then apologizes “I am sorry Miss, usually I am not so crude, but all this talk is agitating me.”
“No, no, I am the one who must apologize. I started out wanting to humiliate him, thinking he would back out, trying to see just how far he would go. Then I saw you were getting turned on, so I kept going, enjoying watching your cock swell, getting turned on because you were getting turned on.”
Turning to me. “We need some code words. Yellow is warning, your almost going too far. Red means stop now. Agreed?”
“Agreed” I answer, somehow both eager and afraid of the result.
“Good.”
“Are you married....” you pause
“John, the name is John and no I am not.”
“Good, then there is no reason I can't help you with this, once we have finished shopping then is there?” you says, rubbing his cock. “He still owes me 100 orgasms. Any way I wanted them he said. Can you give me one of them?”
“Hell yes!” John says eagerly, staring at her cleavage, licking his lips
Hurt, that you would consider fucking another man, my brain races, trying to figure out why I didn't say Red. What was wrong with me? What was going on? I never dreamed you wanted someone else, someone different. You are watching me, waiting. All I know is my cock is the true answer. It throbs and jumps, eager to watch this man pumping his sex into you, licking and sucking your beautiful breasts, kissing you on the mouth, tonguing each other. My brain screams NO, RED. NOT MY WIFE!
I open my mouth, hesitating, “I exist to please you Mistress. If it pleases you to fuck him while I watch, I am happy, even overjoyed to give you that pleasure.”
“Your man ain't fucking right, Miss. He has a screw loose. If you were my woman, no way would anyone else touch you!”
You stare at me for several minutes. “Actually I think just the opposite. He loves me so much that all he thinks about is my pleasure, what I want. He nearly orgasmed this morning when I did, just because he was happy, no ecstatic to have me use him to cum.”
“You truly understand now, Mistress. I have no boundaries, other than not disappointing you.”
Leaning over you kiss me gently on the lips, then opening your mouth, you force your tongue into me, probing , commandingly, dominating. “No red or yellow?” you whisper
Panting, throbbing, quivering, I barely move my head side to side, giving her the go ahead to pursue what she wishes.
“What time do you get off work John?” you ask quietly
“In about an hour.” he answers eagerly
“Meet us at the hotel on 4th street about 8pm then, if you wish.”
“8pm? That is 6 hours from now!” he protests
You pose, cupping her breasts, then running your hands down your thighs. “If you don't think this is worth waiting for, I will give you a quick hand job and our agreement is finished.”
“You and your pussy husband probably wouldn't show any way, I will take a blow job now then.” he snears
“Isn't there someplace here more private?” you ask
“We can slip in one of the movie booths.” he says eagerly “Hey Sue, cover for me will ya? I need to go to the john.”
We crowd into the booth, barely enough room for two, let alone 3.
“This isn't going to work, tell pussy man to wait outside.” John suggests
“Lay down on your back, Tom. Feet up in the air against the wall, yes, like that.” you say, lowering onto my face. I eagerly tongue your dripping sex, feeling the cool wetness run down my face. I watch as you unzips his pants, gently removing his swollen cock, then reaching in, you work his balls out too. Massaging his shaft, you lick his balls with long strokes, then up his shaft, engulfing his head in your mouth. I stiffen my tongue, allowing you to masturbate at your own pace, watching you expertly work him into a frenzy. Saliva drips onto my face and I don't even care, mesmerized and amazed I watch as you deep throat him, burying your nose into his pubic hair, then sticks your tongue out, licking the base of his cock.
You nearly smother me, pushing down on my face, wanting, demanding, more tongue. Grinding on me, you put your hands on his hips, moving him back and forth, encouraging him to fuck your face. John obligingly begins pumping in and out, still I watch. His ball sack slaps your chin on each stroke until he finally pulls your head toward him, grinding his cock deep in your throat, his balls jumping as he pumps his spunk into you. Your vagina grips my tongue, then releases, throbbing, you too achieve your orgasm, releasing it to run down my face and cheeks.
I moan and whimper, losing control, thrusting my hips into the air helplessly, eagerly, desiring nothing but release, but to no avail.
Rising, you straighten your dress and wipes your mouth, wordlessly you offer your hand and we exit the room with our new bag of toys.
Sue begins pulling everything from the bag at the checkout counter, ringing it up. After she rings up the collar, you reach out. “I will take that now, if I may.” then stand behind me and puts it on my neck, attaching the leash. |