The evening started much as any other. I'd been visiting Mistress once a month for nearly a year now. It was an interesting diversion for me and certainly helped to keep me grounded.
I suppose I should explain. I am to all intents and purposes dominant, both in my normal day-to-day life and sexually. I naturally control most situations into which I enter, be they business negotiations or in sexual play. My visits to Mistress came from a curiousity which could not be truly satisfied by switching roles with my partner. I always found myself topping from the bottom, suggesting scenarios and possible activities.
I arrived at the designated time, dressed as requested. Mistress proved to be quite imaginative in her build up to my visits and I looked forward to seeing her and finding out what she had planned for me, and, of course, for herself. In my attempts to submit to her I had given her complete control of my daily routine for a couple of days prior to any visit, with the obvious exception of my business diary (although I did have to make her aware of her movements so she might add to things).
This week had certainly proved to be more challenging than most.
I'd had a series of client meetings on Wednesday. Mistress had demanded that this week I not wear any underwear and, whilst I had not really been effected being office bound for the first two days, I was most aware of this as I arrived on site at my first appointment on the Wednesday morning. I received a text message on my phone just as I pulled up in my car. I was to visit the toilets when we broke for coffee and masturbate until fully erect – Mistress was always quite specific that I was not to cum at all prior to my visit. I returned to the second half of the meeting being very careful not to display my predicament to my clients but I was most aware of my throbbing erection as I sat at the boardroom table. It was a most pleasant distraction.
I texted Mistress at lunch time to let her know I had complied with her request. She responded quickly , letting me know she was pleased. You can't beat positive reinforcement.
As I arrived at my afternoon appointment I received another text instruction me to do the same as earlier. This time it proved to be more of challenge. I was making a presentation to two female clients and I am sure they were aware of my erection as I returned to the meeting. I remained hard for longer this time and I was very aware of a slight wet patch from the pre-cum on the crotch of my suit trousers. It may have been mild paranoia, but I'm sure I received two knowing smiles as I bid farewell to my clients at the end of our meeting.
Once again I texted Mistress to let her know my task had been completed. She called me this time, knowing I had a drive home. She asked me to describe both situations, which I did in detail. She was most pleased about the afternoon meeting. She gave me my instructions for the evening during our call. Once home I was to strip and remain naked until bedtime. I was to compose an e-mail to her describing in detail how I had performed my tasks and how I felt whilst erect in the company of others. I felt rather good as I hit the send button later that evening.
As I turned in for the night my phone bleeped away letting me know a new text message had arrived.
Mistress thanked me for my e-mail and instructed me to massage 'her cock' before going to sleep. I was to keep massaging until I was about to cum and then stop. I was to text her again in the morning to let her know how long it took 'her' erection to subside.
I started Thursday with coffee and a text to Mistress. Having not cum since Saturday it had taken quite a while to get to sleep the night before. Even after my erection had lessened I had a dull ache in my balls and longed for relief.
I was office bound once more and Mistress texted me a number of times during the day, instructing me to visit the toilets and massage 'her cock' until hard. By the end of the day my work colleagues must have thought I had a bladder complaint! I'm sure the receptionist had noticed my erection after one of my visits.
As I left the office I texted Mistress to let her know I was on the way home. She called me with my instructions for the evening. Again I was to remain naked once home. This time I was to wear the chastity device we had bought together on a visit to a local fetish fair. It is a metal cage called a CB3000. A tight ring goes around the base of my cock (or should I say 'her cock'?) and a curved cage keeps my cock from becoming fully erect. A small padlock held the device closed. I was to remove the cage before I retired to bed and text Mistress to let her know I had completed my task.
I did as requested and my text to Mistress later that evening received a rapid response. I was to massage her cock as I had done on the previous night. I was not allowed to cum but she did insist that I was to ensure I remained hard for at least 30 minutes. This resulted in a large amount of pre-cum and it took an age to get to sleep with the very obvious ache between my legs.
I woke feeling surprisingly fresh on the Friday morning, looking forward to my visit to Mistress that evening, wondering what she might have in store for me. I texted Mistress with my report of the night before and then showered before work and being a Friday wore casual clothes into the office. I was exceptionally aware of my nakedness under my jeans. I heard nothing from Mistress until lunchtime. She texted to say that she was resting 'her cock' as it would be put to good use that evening. Needless to say my concentration levels were not fantastic for the rest of the day.
I texted Mistress once more as I left the office and received a response telling me to check my e-mails when I got home. I logged in as soon as I got home and read my instructions carefully. Mistress wanted me to be at her house at 7.30pm precisely. I was to shower and shave, my face and 'her cock and balls'. I was to dress casually. She also asked me to bring a bag containing ropes and a number of toys which she knew I had – a magic wand mains vibrator, a riding crop and leather ankle and wrist cuffs were mentioned.
Anyway, having done as requested, using conditioner instead of shaving cream on my cock and balls as this results in a much smoother finish, there I was at Mistresses house.
She welcomed me in and I must say she did look exquisite. At only 5'1" I tower above her, even in the three inch heeled boots she was wearing. She was wearing a very short black skirt which accentuated her stocking tops and a white blouse, through which I could just make out the outline of her nipples. I could feel myself harden and hoped this wouldn't anger her.
Our routine when I arrived had been fairly standard on our previous meetings. I would undress and sit with Mistress while we chatted before Mistress took control. This evening was a little different.
Mistress had me undress as usual but this time she took hold of my cock and led me to stand in the middle of the room, by her large coffee table. She commented on my hardness and said that she hoped I could keep it up as I was to be used more than usual this evening. I smiled at this and my pre-cum started to flow.
Mistress placed a collar around my neck. It was leather with D-rings at the front and sides. I metal lead was attached to the front ring and the chain was cold against my naked skin. She then placed leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I wondered what she had in mind for our evening's pleasures. She added a blindfold to my restraints
With a firm hand on my chest Mistress pushed me back to sit down on the coffee table. It's one of those big Indian style tables, very sturdy. She told me to lie down. My feet just touched the floor and my head was right on the edge.