She spent Thursday night out. Friday was what had become our new normal. A deluxe meal for her (poached salmon) a slave appropriate meal for me (a grilled cheese sandwich and a potato) then some TV time followed by a beating that made certain I remembered my status before being allowed to be her waiter, maid, tongue, spittoon and footstool for the rest of the evening. When I say allowed, I mean allowed, pleasing her was now my only excuse for existing. Just before bedtime she called me over and had me kneel before her then said, "Tomorrow night might be hard for you. I want you to prepare yourself for some difficult acts of submission and to remember that even the slightest bit of resistance is unacceptable."
"Thank you for allowing me to demonstrate my devotion Mistress."
She smiled brightly and said, "You really are a good slave. Please me, you may use your entire tongue this time." That was the ultimate reward for me, being allowed to please Mistress and taste her sweet wetness at the same time felt like winning the lottery.
Saturday morning and afternoon were normal, lawn mowing, sunbathing in my pink swimsuit, cleaning the baseboards with a toothbrush, that sort of thing. At 5:00 Mistress ordered me to her slave bathroom and administered a large enema. I knew then that my ass was going to be used hard and when I realized that the nozzle was the first thing that had been put inside me for more than a week, I knew it was going to be bad. Mistress only allows my ass to fully heal when she is planning to seriously damage it. I held the water inside me for thirty minutes. When I was allowed to expel it in private, I knew that this would be a hard night in more way than one. Mistress had never spared me the humiliation of watching the expulsion before.
At 6:00 Mistress was sitting on the couch looking a bit nervous and I was sitting on the floor at her feet. When the doorbell rang right on the hour she jumped up and said, "Nose to the floor and stay there." You have to either be or understand male (formerly) submissives. Von Sader Masoch the man who's name is the origin of the word masochist, speculated at length on why we want our women to be "faithless." He never figured it out but to me it's simple. Vanilla men think of women as being theirs so when another man enjoys their pleasures, they feel like she helped the other man to steal from him. When you are hers you have no claim like that on her, so you are able to accept that she is entitled to get her pleasure from anyone and anywhere she pleases. In my case being able to picture an unbelievably beautiful woman have sex is a turn on, knowing that it's an act of submission is a bigger turn on and the fact that it might lead to some of her attention being turned to using it to abuse me is the biggest turn on of them all. I wasn't yet allowed to see but what I heard had an intense affect.
"Hello Sir!" Kissing sounds
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"Hello Slut." More kissing sounds.
"Thank you for doing this for me Sir."
"I think I will enjoy it, now step back and remove your dress." Fabric sounds.
"The Bra." Followed by "turn, turn back, hands behind your head, turn and put your hands on the floor, God Dam you are gorgeous!" More kissing sounds followed by footsteps then, "Kneel for me."
"So, this is Dogshit? I love the tan line, it's hilarious!"
"Yes Sir, that's my bitch. He looks great in his pink one piece."
Laughter then, "Give him the order."
"Yes Sir. Dogshit you will address him as Sir, and you will obey him just as you obey me."
"Yes Mistress."
"I'm not real comfortable with Dogshit so I will call you either Boy or Bitch, maybe Cunt. I call her Slut. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"You may sit." It took me a minute to shift, I had been on my knees with my nose to the rug for a good while, so her slave's body was stiff. Once I made the transition to sitting on the rug, I got my first sight of him and he wasn't what I had expected. I though she would be with some beautiful young stud, this guy was very ordinary looking, somewhere around 5'9", balding, a little paunch which almost make me miss the fact that his chest was solid muscle and he was somewhere in his mid to late fifties. Mistress was kneeling at his feet looking flush and so beautiful I could barely breath.
"What time are you thinking Baby?"
"Can it please be now Sir? I have been waiting to see this for a long time." Sir nodded and it began.
Mistress rose gracefully to her feet the ordered me to bend over the kitchen table, there were ropes attached to the legs on the far side which I hadn't noticed before. Even as she bound me I said, "Please Mistress." She didn't even acknowledge my words as she bound me then sat in the far chair which put her a foot or so from the top of my head.
I felt her touching my chin and moving it so that she could see my face. Our faces were close now but when she spoke it was to him, "I think he still has a little trace of dignity left, please take it away from him Sir." I thought there would be taunting and a dramatic buildup but the next instant I felt him pressing against me. He was much larger than Mistress's largest dildo, if he hadn't been fairly gentle I think he could have done permanent damage. Even going slow and well lubricated it felt like he was burning my sphincter with a blow torch as he forced himself inside me. Even before he was all the way in Mistress looked into my eyes and said, "Sir has a large cock Slave, you are about to learn what being fucked by a real man feels like." Just as I opened my mouth to say something, I have no idea what, he got past my entrance and slowly but firmly filled me.