Mistress and I spent a delightful afternoon. We shopped, had lunch, and looked around the town. At lunch we shared a delicious cobb salad and indulged in a glass of merlot. After lunch we drove to a department store where we picked out linen for the four beds that were being delivered to the house while we shopped. Next was stop a clothing shop where we picked up outfits for the party. That was great fun, particularly when Mistress helped me find a pair of pants. We selected four different pairs and took them to a dressing room.
"Strip, fucktoy."
I'd been spending so much time naked that it felt a little weird being dressed, so this command was welcome. When I quickly doffed my clothes the air conditioning caressed my skin delightfully.
Mistress' cock always snaps to attention if I'm naked before her, and when she began to attach the cock and ball harness Miss Diana had fashioned for me, rigid would be the only applicable adjective. She slapped the head of her cock, hard, several times. It hurt but had no noticeable effect, so she grabbed her balls, tugged them down, and squeezed. Hard. The pain blurred my vision and my knees buckled.
"You need to get soft. I can't tell how they fit with that cock sticking out."
"I'm trying," I whimpered, tears flooded my eyes, and her cock wilted.
"That's better."
She began by encircling her cock with the studded side of the ring strap. She cinched it tight enough so that I knew it would be agonizing if I got hard. She strapped each testicle in and gave them a sharp slap that made me cry out.
"Now we can try those pants on."
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry."
"I know you can't control my cock. I actually take it as a compliment."
"It is Mistress. When I'm naked for you I get so aroused."
"It's fine, you look wonderful with a hard on. Makes me horny."
I flashed a thousand-watt smile at her.
She handed me the first pair of pants and I tried them. We worked our way through all four pairs and then she handed me the third pair and had me try them again.
"Those, I think. Are they comfortable?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You may not get to wear them very long, but I want you to look nice when we arrive."
"Isn't it more important to find a beautiful dress for you, Mistress?"
She stroked my cheek softly and smiled before kissing me tenderly.
"I picked the right slave, didn't I?"
Those words echoed in my heart the rest of the afternoon.
When we began looking at dresses for Mistress, she would hold different ones up in front of her and look to me for approval. I was loved that she wanted my input.
Eventually she selected four to try on. We took them to a dressing room where she hung them on a hook. She took off the sun dress she was wearing and hung it up on another hook. I stared at her standing before me and marveled at her beauty and how lucky I was to belong to such a magnificent woman.
The sight of Mistress in her bra and panties made her cock try to stiffen, but the studs bit into my flesh excruciatingly and did their job. She smiled at my reaction.
"That naughty cock wants to show off for me. Dreaming of fucking your Mistress, aren't you?"
"Dreaming of worshipping you actually, Mistress."
"That sounds lovely."
She turned gracefully to sit on the little bench and crooked her finger to beckon me. I eagerly dropped to my knees in front of her as she spread her thighs and slowly began to slip her panties down. The scent of her already building arousal fueled my ardor and as soon as her silky undies were out of the way I bent quickly to my task.
As my tongue teased her labia apart exquisite silky secretions coated it. I especially love dipping into Mistress' pussy when it's already soaking wet is such a wonderful experience. Worshipping her magnificent womanhood is my favorite thing in all the world and savoring her bouquet and delicious essence is a huge part of the experience. My growing arousal triggered searing pain from the base of her cock as it thickened with desire making the spikes dig in deeply. The pain only fueled my lust further as it became a vicious circle. The question of the moment was which was hungrier, my mouth or her pussy. Lust for her overwhelmed me.
When I felt her muscles clenching for the approaching climax, I sucked her clit hard and strummed it furiously with my tongue. I slipped the first joint of my thumb into her ass the way she had taught me. Her moans, as the peak of pleasure enveloped her, drove me to work her pleasure button even harder.
When she came with fierce power, fiercely clutching my head to her and bucking her hips fresh waves of her nectar filled my mouth. I drank her down happily as I savored every drop.
"Like what you see?"
Mistress' voice startled me, and I pulled away to look over my shoulder. Standing there, just outside the curtain, was a pretty salesgirl who helped us pick out the dresses to bring to the dressing room. She appeared transfixed by the show we were putting on. Her right hand was under her skirt rubbing her crotch and her left hand stroked her breast.
She wordlessly nodded in response to Mistress' question.
"Come on in, fucktoy will be happy to attend to your needs."
She hesitated for a moment, but I saw the desire on her face win out as she stepped into the cubicle. It took her only seconds to sit on the bench, lift her skirt and begin slipping her pantyhose down. Mistress gestured for me to help her get her pussy accessible. I looked at Mistress for encouragement and got it when I saw her lascivious grin.
In seconds my face was between the girl's legs and my mouth went to work. She was well prepared from watching me worshiping Mistress as she rubbed her pussy and tit. Her bush was soaked with her secretions, and she could barely contain her groans as I worked my tongue inside her hot hole.
She grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face into her wet, hot fire. Her clit was surprisingly plump and fully erect. My pursed lips sucked her forcefully and my tongue worked it relentlessly. She pulled my head harder crushing my face against her and her orgasm came suddenly. She cried out and shook as wave after wave convulsed her.
"Oh my God, oh, oh, oh."
"He's very good, isn't he?" Mistress spoke proudly as I lapped up the juices that were oozing from her pussy and sliding down her thighs.
"That was incredible," She gasped huskily.
The girl tried to compose herself and get her clothes in order. She stood as she finished tucking her shirt into her waistband, looked at me, patted my head and smiled.
