Please read Mistress Keera Parts 1 to 10 for context.
The next morning dawned bright and clear. My Goddess woke me bright and early, uncuffed me, unlocked my shoes and unlocked the strap on harness which she had reverse locked on in order to keep the large dildo in place overnight. She directed me to the toilet where, much to my relief I was able to remove the monster from the depths of my guts and continue with my normal routine.
We then went running as we do nearly every morning. This morning exercise, combined with a strict diet was going to help me lose weight and get in shape. The trip to the beauty salon had left me with long red hair and this combined with out very brief matching yellow outfits, our tight tops and even tighter running shorts drew a lot of attention as we ran along outer daily two mile circular route. Horns sounded regularly, wolf whistles and all sorts of comments were shouted, we just ignored them and ran on.
Getting back to the house, I passed on breakfast, determined to lose those pounds. I had my morning medications and Goddess Keera gave me a bottle of lube.
"For Stuart."
We then went upstairs to get ready for the day. She had marked up the Task Board as follows:
Gym Equipment Delivery. Weds.
Loving consummation. Weds.
Quick Medical check up. Thursday.
Official opening of Home Gym. Thursday.
On the Demerit Board was written:
Maintenance Punishment. 12 strokes. Administered by Stuart.
It was obvious that Stuart was to play a greater part of my subjugation in future, and that being so, made me determined to be extra nice to him and make sure to cater to his every need and whim.
My Goddess picked out two outfits for me and laid them out on my bed. The first outfit was a quite demure, well d=by Goddess's standards consisting of a full white T-shirt and full cut shorts that reached almost to my knees. New white runners and a white oversize baseball cap completed the look. My hair was put up and pinned underneath the cap and a pair of white cotton gloves covered by long nails. Dare I say it but I looked almost masculine.
The other outfit left my gender fluid status in no doubt whatsoever. A front fastening corset would be barely covered by a filmy black top. A tiny micro mini skirt would do nothing to hide my six strap suspender belt and black stockings. A tiny black thong was added as an afterthought. I was shown the correct way to don these garments and instructed to do my makeup in Goddesses room where she had left out what I needed.
Mistress zoomed off to work and I set about cleaning the house up a bit. I changed the sheets in my bed and made sure that everything that I was going to need was to hand. Putting a couple of beers to cool, I made some sandwiches and put out some crisps and snacks.
About half past nine I saw Mr. Currant's van pull up to the front of the house followed a few minutes later by a large delivery truck which reversed up to the garage doors. I went out to see what was being delivered. Several large boxes were unloaded from the truck and placed at various locations within the big double garage. Finally all the numbered boxes were placed in location. Mr. Currant and Stuart set about unpacking them. First up was an unusual wooden box, two uprights were placed in predrilled holes in the back and an adjustable cross piece was placed in aligned holes near the top making like a giant rectangle. Mr. Currant had me stand in and raise my hands high above my head. He then marked the holes that corresponded to my extended fingertips. Then he had me kneel down and marked the corresponding holes to that position too.
Next out was an exercise bike. I was again instructed to get into position on it while various measurements were taken and adjustments made. A treadmill was unpacked and set up next, again the same procedure, more measurements were taken with me standing in position at various parts of the belt.
I was directed to place myself in the cross training machine when it was taken out of it's packaging, again more measurements and adjustments. The last item to be unpacked was a tanning bed, you know one of those ones with the tubes that toast you on both sides. Again directed to lie on it with the top cover closed I felt a little claustrophobic, but it only lasted for a minute until Stuart leaned in and helped me to my feet.
I was told that I was free to go then. I invited them in for a tea break telling them to let me know when they were finished and what they would like to eat and drink. I darted up stairs and used the enema bag in hopeful anticipation of being filled with a different sort of liquid in the near future. I also applied my make up, favouring a deep red lipstick.
When Mr. Currant and Stuart finally came into the kitchen my senses were strung higher than at any other time I remember. I made some tea but was too excited to eat or drink. After what seemed an age Mr. Currant finally finished eating and drinking and stood up to take his leave. As soon as I heard his van start up. I said to Stuart
"Twenty minutes please?"
He said, "no, max ten."
I darted up stairs, flinging off my clothes as I got to my bedroom.
The corset was fiddly, it was hard to get the fixing of it exactly right. It looked good when I did get it on though, cinching my waist in tightly. The suspenders took what seemed like forever to get into place and attached to the sleek black stockings. The top and skirt were quick to shimmy into. Then with one click, then another, my high heels were locked in place. The thong pulled quickly up my thighs, finally I was ready and called down to Stuart that I was ready for him.
He didn't hesitate and was standing in front of me in seconds. He whistled softly.
"Sweet Jesus..."
I dropped to my knees. I unhooked his belt from his work trousers, withdrawing it from the loos and kissing it, I presented it to him. He threw it on the floor. I unlaced his boots and took off his heavy socks, kissing each foot as I did so. Finally I drew his trousers and boxers down his thighs. His magnificent erection sprang free. He drew me up to my feet. He kissed me deeply. His tongue installing itself deeply in my mouth as it explored all of my mouth. The kiss lasted for minutes. He finally broke apart and without bidding, I dropped to my knees again. I kissed his tight belly, then I kissed his thighs, running my tongue over the strong black hairs, working upward to meet my goal. Finally I reached his upstanding prick. I pulled back his foreskin gently and applying my lips to the bulkhead, I used my tongue to lap at the glans underneath the pulsing head. I ran my lips over the silky skin covering Stuart's magnificent shaft. Finally I took his magnificent joystick deep in y mouth and I pulled him to me by his thighs. His thighs began to tremble, I pushed him gently back into the bed. Mounting my oral assault on him again I swooped forward between his thighs, my hands now free to cup his hairy balls in both my hands. Again I took his magnificence deep between my lips, plunging my mouth forward until I felt the head of his beautiful cock at the entrance to my throat. I made those sounds that all goid blowjob practitioners make, "Gulm, Gulm, Gulm," as the head passed my gag reflex and I him exactly where I wanted him, deep within my throat. Pausing to flex my throat muscles I began to use my impetus over him to give him the blowjob that we both had been waiting for all morning. I bobbed, I sucked, I licked, I used my throat like a Dyson to suck him deep into my being. I felt him tense as I plunged, and I withdrew slightly as his cock began to spasm, depositing the first gobbet of salty creamy spunk down my throat. It continued for two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, spurts of delicious ropy cumjuice down to join the first one.
