"Wh .. what do you mean?" I asked.
"I've been watching your little video, too. And I see now how a woman takes care of a man who doesn't know how to behave. But you've seen enough," she said taking the controller off the bed and ejecting the DVD. "You wait here while I freshen up a bit. And don't clean one drop of cum off yourself until I tell you to. And take off those clothes."
She turned to her dresser, opened a couple of drawers and extracted items that I couldn't see. Then she left for the bathroom without another word.
I didn't know what to say.
I was so embarrassed. I felt so exposed. The robe. The panties. The movie. And cum all over me. It's one thing to be watched jacking off. It's another thing to be caught jacking off!
And when did she come in? Her case must have been cancelled. That's the only explanation for her being home so early. How long had she been standing there?
And the way she kissed me with my cum on my lips. Sparky couldn't help but take notice, in spite of ... maybe even because of ... the humiliation. I had never tasted my own ... or anybody else's cum before. At times the idea seemed exciting. At other times disgusting. But the fact of tasting it, fed to me the way it was followed by such a passionate kiss was so exciting.
While I was pondering these things, the bathroom door opened and she came into the room. She had turned the light off so the only glow was that from the candle and the silent television.
Mary had pulled her hair into a chignon, with tendrils falling on her cheeks. It was a sophisticated look, helped by the black corsett that encased her body. Her breasts were exposed and elevated on shelves that held them up and out in a commanding fuck you look.
Her makeup was the same as usual but she carried a heavier, muskier scent.
In one hand was a towel wrapped around something. In the other ... was that a leash and a collar! If so it was awfully small.
"Lay back," she said.
"What are you going to do with that?" I grinned.
"Lay back, and you'll soon see," she said.
I laid back on the bed and she sat down beside me.
"Be very still. I don't want to hurt you."
She snapped a little collar around the base of my dick. On the under side was a strap that she strapped around behind my balls. She connected the leash to a ring right below my cock. The leather was soft. It was tight around my raging erection, but not too tight. And strapped around my balls like that, it wasn't going anywhere.
Leaning over she kissed my chest. Then she looked me up and down.
Getting up, she gave a tug on the leash.
"Let's go," she said and took a half step toward the living room.
I got off the bed and followed her wondering what she had in mind.
In the living room she turned on the torchier to a low dim and sat on the couch.
Looking up at me she put her hands under her breasts and asked, "You like?"
I grinned. "Very much. Very, very much."
She licked her lips. Then touched her pussy with the second finger on her right hand. It was glistening in the gloaming light as she looked at it before licking it.
"Mmmm. You like?" She asked, with more command in her voice, giving another tug on the leash.
"Whatever you like, honey." I smiled.
"That's Mistress Honey to you. Or Cowgirl. I kind of like Cowgirl. Think I should get some spurs?"
"That might sting a bit."
