Normally, I didn't check my personal email at work. My boss said he didn't monitor communications, but I didn't trust him. It was a Friday night, my girlfriend was out of town, and I didn't have anything to do. I was feeling a little lonely and was hoping my girlfriend sent a message saying she missed me.
I scrolled down the inbox looking for her email address. Something else caught my eye. It was my mistress's email address. My lungs moved to my stomach and my stomach moved to my throat. I didn't think I was going to hear from her again. I messed up the last time I was with her.
I had the nerve to forget to turn off my cell phone. I recognized my girlfriend's ringtone, got off all fours, and answered the call. When I hung up, Mistress slapped me across my face. She cut a hole in the crotch of my jeans and sent me away. Fortunately, I was able to stop at the office to change into my spare suit before I went home to my girlfriend. I sent Mistress an apology but didn't hear from her for months.
I didn't know if it was going to be words of hate or the time for our next session. I felt somewhat confident when I saw very few words on the page. It meant she wasn't chastising me. It read, 'SATURDAY. 9AM. LAKE HOUSE. You were very naughty Boy. Mistress is not angry. Boy will have the chance to fulfill his ultimate fantasy. COME NAKED.'
Coming naked was the least of my concerns. Whenever our sessions took place at the lake house, I had to come naked. The house was in the woods so we had no worries. My only problem was she made me park on the street.
Saturday, everyone was out walking their dogs or pushing children in strollers. I had to sit in the car and wait until the coast was clear. I was several minutes late. Mistress punished by making love to me. There wasn't any cock torture or humiliation. She repeatedly told me I was the best she ever had. I lost my erection repeatedly. She tried to make me feel better instead of humiliating me. I learned to come early.
I left work and began preparation for Mistress. She wanted me to look as boyish as possible. It was hard to make a 41-year-old look like a boy. I didn't even look boyish when I was a teenager. I had always been muscular and suave looking. I pulled many older women when I was growing up.
I shaved off all my body hair. I hated the way it looked, but Mistress would always get what she wanted. Depending on the notice, I would try to lose a little weight to make me look skinny. I started to put on weight when I thought our arrangement ended. I would mess up my hair and usually wear sagging jeans and a wife beater to look like a punk instead of a businessman.
It was cold and raining that Saturday. I hoped we wouldn't be going into the lake because my dick would end up little and shriveled. Mistress would not be happy. I always had to bring myself to erection before I went to the house. People jogged past and I would temporarily stop jerkin my cock until I was satisfied I was alone.
When I was at my full length and hardness, I checked to make sure the coast was clear. I rushed past the front gate. From there on, I wasn't visible from the street. I walked casually the rest of the way. I held my cock while I walked so it wasn't bouncing around.
There was an unexpected note on her door. It said go straight to the boat. I had been on her boat only once. It was too large and too nice for the lake, but a welcomed change of scenery. From that point forward, I did not hold my cock in case Mistress was watching.
I climbed onto the observation deck and didn't see anyone. It was the first time I felt completely exposed. Cold rain hit me and a breeze made the water sting. My cock was completely erect and my hands were behind my back. I went down to the cabin and there was my mistress sitting naked on the couch.
I ran over to her with my hands behind my back. I got down on my knees and kissed her feet. "Thank you mistress. Thank you for inviting Boy back Mistress."
"Stand up," she said, jerking her feet away. "I'm glad you got my email. Good Boy. I said that you would be able to fulfill your fantasy. Does that sound good Boy?"
"Yes Mistress."
"What is Mistress' fantasy?"
"Mistress' fantasy is to see Boy fucked by other men."
"Good Boy. And what is Boy's fantasy?"
"Boy's fantasy is to see Boy's girlfriend dominated by Mistress."
"On your hands and knees." Mistress stood up and bent over to lift up the couch cushion. I got a spectacular view of her pussy and ass. There was a cane under the cushion. It was my least favorite device she used. She slowly walked behind me. My ass was in the air and my balls were a fair target. I could feel my cock begin to shrink.
I felt the sting of the cane on my ass. It was a light hit but still painful. "Mistress' fantasies are Boy's fantasies, right?"
"Yes Mistress."
"What is Boy's Fantasy?" She rubbed the tip of the cane on my balls. I wanted to be sure to get the question right so that she wouldn't hit my balls with the cane. Each hit was always harder than the last. Then I felt the tip of the cane follow the path from my ball sack to my asshole. She inserted the very tip of the cane into my asshole. I could barely feel it, but then I understood the question.
"Boy's fantasy is to be fucked by men." I had actually put that on the list of things I was unwilling to do when we made our arrangement.
"Today is Boy's lucky day." She removed the cane from my ass. On my hands and knees, I saw a pair of hairy legs come around the corner. I wasn't supposed to look up while I was on my hands and knees so my eyes stayed fixed on the legs and large feet. My stomach immediately dropped.
"Go topside Miguel," I heard Mistress say. The two legs walked past me. When I could no longer hear the footsteps, Mistress walked in front of me. "Stand up." I was almost ten inches taller than Mistress, but she could get me to do anything she wanted.
Mistress walked back to the couch and lifted the cushion. I could tell she had out the string. She stood in front of me and looked at me for several seconds. I saw her begin to smile and I was starting to feel good, thinking she was happy to see Boy.
Her hand smacked my face. It almost put me off balance. When I straightened up, she spit in my face. I opened my mouth just in case she had more. "Close your fucking mouth. Your fucking cock is barely hard." She reached down and started stroking my cock vigorously. I was immediately rock hard and realized how I missed her touch.
The string wrapped around my cock and balls several times. She pulled it so tight it felt as if it was cutting into my skin. My balls were bright read and the head of my cock turned purple. I hated the string. It pulled my cock down instead of letting it point up freely. She held on to the end of the rope and pulled me by my cock and balls. Fortunately, the rain had stopped topside.
I could see the man she called Miguel. He was in his early 20s and muscular. He was tan with wavy hair. He would have made any woman crazy. "How does Boy like the man Mistress has been spending time with since Boy fucked up?"
"Boy likes him very much Mistress."