CHAPTER TWO
I slept deeply, though my dreams were filled with imps, running down endless corridors, and standing at the edge of a dark abyss. Waking, I felt remarkably well, though as my body came to life I felt the soreness in my mouth and ass, and my behind was still inflamed. I had had time to reflect on the dramatic changes I had experienced the previous day. Bound and whipped, my mouth and ass thoroughly plundered...but I felt released from so much. Pain had mixed with ecstasy, and I loved it. I gloried in my submission -- it really turned me on - and anxiously awaited being called to serve him again.
Mike slumbered quietly next to me. I contemplated his sturdy body for a moment, then brought my mouth to his nipple and nipped it gently. He stirred and opened his eyes, smiled, and placing a large hand on my head, pushed me down beneath the sheet. He was naked and semi erect. Yesterday he had fucked my mouth like a pussy, so that I could do little except submit passively. Now it was time to give my first blowjob, and I hoped it would please him.
I have to admit to a very strong interest in this activity. I had watched porn clips, female and male on male, on XNXX, and learned the rudiments of technique. It had always been my fantasy to submissively deliver the oral attentions rather than receive them. Most of all, I was anticipating the taste and feel of his thick shaft, and how I could best pleasure him to win his approval. I have a small mouth, although my lips are full, and he had commented on how enjoyably tight it was.
Holding his cock, which seemed to pulse with blood under my fingers, I cupped his heavy balls gently in my palm and delivered a wet, lascivious kiss to the head of his penis. He stretched languorously, which I took as a sign of approval. I began to lick him, circumnavigating his cock with my tongue to find the most sensitive spots. He responded most when I stroked the underside with my tongue, so I focused my attentions there, occasionally running my tongue sensually from the base to the tip.
The breathing of both of us was coming faster, and I opened my mouth to take him in and start sucking him. I loved the feel of his velvet skin, the hardness beneath it, and his quiet moans of pleasure; as well as my role as a slave servicing his master. My whole body seemed to glow and I sucked him with abandon, steadily and deliciously. As I relaxed it was easier to take him deep, and I was able to swallow his entire considerable length and hold him, albeit briefly, in my throat.
My mouth felt like it was on the verge of its own orgasm, and my bottom glowed with heat; I wanted to be pierced there too, despite my residual soreness. I realized I was issuing a series of shrill cries through the flesh that filled my mouth. Soon I was moaning ecstatically as I sucked him and he grew even thicker. He was very excited and grunting with pleasure; it would not be long. I reached down to caress myself, but he caught my wrist in his powerful fingers and told me that I could come only when he permitted it.
I threw the sheet back and kneeling between his legs as I pleasured him, gazed submissively into his steely blue grey eyes, where I saw pleasure and approval. Then as I addressed his frenulum again with my agile tongue he exploded without warning in my busy mouth, filling me with his salty essence. I drank it down eagerly but kept him between my lips. He softened slowly, but I did not remove my head until he plopped out of his own accord. Smiling at me, he scooped a blob of come from my chin and pressed it into my mouth, where I swallowed it gratefully.
Smacking my bare bottom, which felt good, he told me to make breakfast and take a bath. Then we'd see where the day took us. Still naked and drugged with sex -- sex of a kind I had never experienced, that swept me away -- I quickly brushed my teeth, went to the kitchen and prepared coffee and whole wheat toast. He didn't want anything else. I served him as he sat at the kitchen table, shyly standing nude next to his chair so that I could bring whatever he wanted.
He regarded me with approval, telling me to turn and show my bottom. He seized one soft buttock and squeezed it, remarking that I was not badly marked by my various chastisements. Indeed, though my bottom still glowed pink, and there were some thin red stripes to be seen, it bore few signs of my punishment. But, he said, there would be more. He dismissed me to bathe and prepare myself for the day.
The bathroom was surprisingly well appointed, with large towels and plenty of hot water. I poured some bath oil into the steaming water and luxuriated in it, though at first my bottom stung from the heat. As I relaxed, my thoughts were filled with erotic wanderings; he had not allowed me to come yet. Certainly I could expect to be paddled again; and as I carefully probed my narrow back passage with a soapy finger I thought lubriciously about what he might be going to do to me.
Would he make me lick his asshole? I'd heard somewhere that was popular with Doms. What if he wanted to brand his initial on my bottom? Then I would truly be his slave, and my shapely ass would belong to him; an arousing thought. It was clear that I pleased him sexually; and I was determined to continue doing so, no matter that it hurt. Glowing and pink from my bath, I stepped out into the bedroom, where some small items were laid out on the now neatly made bed.
A black bodice that laced up the back with suspenders dangling from it. Black gauzy stockings and, especially exciting, a lacy black thong. This I put on first. The pouch in front was just large enough to contain my cock and balls, while the string behind divided my full buttocks and rubbed teasingly against my newly opened anal entrance. I was quickly erect, and then selected the bodice, which gave me a little difficulty until I figured out that it was best put on backwards; I laced it tightly before struggling to twist it around. The stockings felt wonderful on my shaved legs; it was easy to see how they fitted to the bodice. For the first time I was dressed in girls' underwear, and a thrill coursed through me.
Looking in the large bedroom mirror, I could find little fault with my feminized appearance. The black of the garments contrasted beautifully with my soft white skin, and my bottom flared out in a manner that was most erotic. My legs are shapely, and the dark stockings showed them to their best advantage. Usually I have my hair in a man bun, but I had washed it and now it fell to my narrow shoulders in ash brown waves. I look delightful, I thought, and sauntered happily into the living room, slightly accentuating the wiggle of my round, girlish buttocks and opening my mouth suggestively. I was increasingly aroused and couldn't wait to feel his big hard cock in me; first my hand, then my mouth, then my ass.
Mike was sitting in an armchair when I sashayed proudly in. A stern look in his eyes slightly dampened my exuberant mood. I reached out to caress him, but he slapped my hand away. Hurt and surprised by this rejection, I asked tentatively if he didn't want me to pleasure him.
Frowning, he responded that I was not at all clear about my role and responsibilities. First of all, my bodice was far too loose. I should immediately lie on the floor and it would be adjusted. I did so, and he leaned a knee into my back and pulled powerfully on the bodice laces. It became so tight that I could scarcely breathe, and I begged him to release it a little. He ignored me and knotted the laces. Carefully I rose and looked in the large wall mirror. While very restricting, the bodice reduced my waist to almost nothing, a charming contrast to my almost naked bottom.
Before he let me up he smacked my butt very hard, which stung like mad; I could see a broad red mark across my cheek in the mirror. Suitably put in my place, blushing with downcast eyes, I followed him obediently into the dungeon.
"Hands." I offered them to him, and he buckled the bracelets on me and clipped them together. (The collar would remain on from my arrival to my departure.) He reached up and drew a chain down from the ceiling with a rattle. fastening one end to my wrists, he drew it up so that my hands were held high above my head.Gradually I was drawn up until I was poised uncomfortably on tiptoe.
I was grateful for the bodice, which covered my sensitive tummy and most of my back. Later Master would whip my flat bare stomach, and it proved to be exquisitely painful. But the thong did nothing to protect my soft bottom, and I shivered in anticipation of the penalties he would certainly inflict there. Shifting from toe to toe, arms extended, I waited apprehensively for the commencement of the new day's training. But he simply turned out the light and left the room, leaving me (literally) hanging.
It must have been more than an hour before he returned. I had tried to be patient but had at last called for him, to no avail. When the light was restored I was expecting to be let down from my uncomfortable position. Instead he hauled on the chain so that I was dangling by my arms a couple of inches from the floor. I tried to reach with my toes to support myself a little, but he had positioned me well; I could barely scrape the bare flagstones. My arms and wrists were beginning to ache, since they were supporting my entire weight. That sensation would soon be eclipsed.
