I cleaned up our activities from the night before, including myself before I lay across the bottom of the bed. I had slept without my shoes on for which I could be punished so in the morning wearing my stockings I put them back on and went to the kitchen, via the bathroom.
Yesterday evening had been traumatically wonderful, although we had agreed that none of her men would touch me, despite that the thought of that massive cock up my arse terrified me. I need to re-enforce the no man touching me rule.
I made coffee and sat at the table in the kitchen enjoying excellent coffee and my time on my own. As it was Saturday I needed to wait for my mistress to wake up naturally and be ready with her morning coffee.
I saw her moving so I ran, not running in these shoes but moving as fast as I could to bring her coffee. "We can't have you wandering about the house dressed like that. I like your stockings and shoes but I think you should be wearing a bit more." she said sitting up in bed drinking her coffee. "I have a friend coming round later so we can't have you looking like that."
"Yes, mistress; please mistress if it is a man can you reassure me he won't touch me please?"
Oh god, she gave me that look, she gave me her coffee, she gave me a punch in the balls! I doubled up in agony, spilling coffee all over the bed. I was lying in the foetal position holding my balls in one hand and the coffee mug in the other.
"We have an agreement, have I ever gone against that agreement? No. Do I want to go against that agreement? Sometimes yes. I would have loved to see that big fucking cock rammed into your arsehole while you screamed the house down. But I did not allow him to fuck you, I told him what was allowed in advance. Stand up with your hands on your head, your legs spread and your hips thrust forward ready to be kicked in the balls."
Shit what have I done? My balls were throbbing and thrust forward waiting for the kick. I was having difficulty seeing my eyes were watering so much. I still had her coffee mug in my hand behind my head. "I'm sorry mistress," I grovelled.
"You pathetic worm, fucking crying like a five year old," she said firmly holding my balls.
"I'm not crying mistress, my eyes are watering with pain."
"You will be crying in a minute," she said with a big grin as she squeezed my balls hard.
It was fucking agony but somehow I managed not to pull away. Please, please don't kick them. I tried pleading with my eyes. "You are lucky, your kick in the balls will have to wait. I want you to look respectable when my friends arrive." Friends, how many? What the fuck? "Firstly we will dress you properly."
She went to a drawer and brought out a baby pink body, one of the things women wear. I stepped into it and mistress pulled it up, fortunately it was was open crotch, designed to make the wearer's cunt available without removing it. As my mistress pulled it up she kindly put her hand into the gap and pulled my tender balls through. It hurt but not as much as the crotch pulled up would have done.
She pulled the thing up, putting the straps over my shoulders. I don't know how to describe it; the string of the back went up my arse crack. The top bit had splits where nipples went, not having tits it looked stupid. My erect cock, was pressed against my abdomen, putting fucking women's fucking lingerie on gives me a hard on! What the fuck am I like? Pathetic!
Mistress played with my nipples to get them to poke through the requisite gap. "That's better, the look I wanted," she said. She was wearing a short nightie and nothing else, it barely covered her cunt. Sitting on a dining chair she indicated that I should bend over her knee. Yes, better than the expected kick in the balls.
I lay across her lap, my cock pressed on her leg, my balls hanging down through the gap. She started slapping my arse, alternating between cheeks.