Saturday evening found me in my usual position. I was handcuffed to the radiator in our bedroom, on my hands and knees. My upper body was tightly laced into my red corset, my false boobs filling the bodice. My freshly shaved legs were encased in fishnet stockings. Black spike heeled boots came up to my knees. i was wearing a blonde wig and tarty make-up, including fiery red lipstick. "Cock sucking lipstick," she called it.
My cock was locked in its plastic age, as it had been for the last fortnight. The expanding and vibrating buttplug was in my arse, and it felt as if she had blown it up to its fullest extent. My pink frilly knickers kept everything in place.
She had left me like this for what felt like hours, although in reality, was only about 15 minutes. Our bedroom was directly above our living room, where my mistress was currently sitting. I could hear that the TV was on down there, and from the sound of it, it wasn't one her favourite soap operas she was watching. It sounded like one of her favourite porn films. I caught snippets of dialogue, "get that big black dick up me now" and lots of grunting and groaning told me the starlet in the film was getting a good seeing to. But, along with the sounds from the video, I could hear another sound. It was the sound of my mistressesΒ new vibrator being given a thorough workout. I had bought it for her the other week on our last trip to Soho. It was 8 inches of solid pleasure for her. From the sounds she was now making, it sounded like most of it was now shoved in what must be a very hot and wet pussy. I hear her groaning over the soundtrack of the porno she was wanking to. Her groans were now becoming loader and loader. I could only imagine was she looked like, lying on the floor in front of the TV, fucking herself with that throbbing dildo. I was beginning to wish that she had plugged my ears as well as my arse. Forced to listen to the sounds downstairs, my cock felt like it was trying to break out of its plastic prison.
I was hoping she would come soon. As least then she might come upstairs and release me. However, deep down, I knew that when she did eventually get her fill of her dildo, my torment would be far from over.
The buttplug in my arse was still vibrating like a demon. My cock and balls were now hurting. It felt like they were trying to escape from my body.
After another quarter of an hour, my mistresses groans became screams and shouts. "Oh god, oh christ," she was shouting. The screaming reached a crescendo, and then for a few minutes, the only sound I could hear was from the TV, as the girl on the porno reached her climax, having been thoroughly fucked by black cock.
Then there was silence. Mistress had turned off the television. There was the sound of stilettos crossing the floor, followed by footsteps on the stairs. Shortly, our bedroom door opened and mistress walked in. I was still staring at the floor, not daring to look up without permission.
"Turn around, slut," my mistress shouted. I struggled to move my body around a little, as best I could with my handcuffs still attached to the radiator. I was still staring at the floor.
"Look at me, you sissy," she commanded. Slowly, I raised my eyes upwards. She was wearing her thigh high white boots with the six inch heel. Several times in the past i had felt the entire length of those heels in my arse.
The tops of those boots disappeared into a skintight red rubber skirt, with a golden zip running its entire length at the front. My cock once again hardened, thinking of the treasure that lay behind that zip. Would I earn the chance to see it today, I wondered.
My eyes moved up my goddesses body. She was wrapped in a corset, also in red latex. The corset came up to just below her breasts. Those two gorgeous objects were hanging down from her chest. On the end of these wondrous breasts, her nipples glistened with the rings that pierced each of them.
Around her throat was a collar, studded with diamonds. These diamonds spelt out the word "goddess" as if I needed reminding of the fact.
Her lips were painted the same whorish red as my mouth.
Her eyes were ringed with dark mascara, making her big blue eyes even more prominent than usual.
Her long blonde hair was tied back in a severe ponytail. Perched on top of her head was a black pvc peaked cap.
Her arms were encased in black pvc gloves that extended above her elbows. In her right hand she was brandishing a rather severe riding crop.
"Well slave, I see your puny little cock is trying to wake up. Do you think it deserves to be released?"
I dare not answer this question. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than for my mistress to release my cock from its jail and wrap her red painted lips around it. "Well, you will have to do a lot more to gain your freedom. Where shall we start?" I waited for her first command.
"You can start by cleaning my boots. I picked up quite a lot of dirt of the floor earlier, whilst I was rolling around with my dildo deep in my cunt."
She unlocked the handcuffs so that I could move away from the radiator. As soon as I had moved around, she locked my hands together again.
"Get licking, you useless slut. Do a good job on them."
I started on her left boot, running my tongue up from the stiletto heel, up the back and down the front. After I had finished polishing this one, I moved across to her right foot. After a few minutes, she signaled me to stop.
"Well slave, you did a reasonable job on those. In fact, as you seem to do a good job of polishing my collection of boots, I am thinking of arranging for you to clean the boots of my girlfriends. Would you like that?"
"Yes mistress, if it would please you."
"Yes slave, that would please me. Some of their boots can get very dirty."
I wondered what other duties I would be made to perform for her friends.
"Right slave, I think it is about time you did some more work for me. Get up off your knees."
I struggled to stand, having been on my knees for at least an hour now. I wobbled a little in my high heeled boots.
"You may now worship my breasts," she commanded.
