Mistress Keera Pt 11

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.

He pulled me up to join him on the bed, his fingers tangled in my hair, as I lay between his sated thighs. Idly I played with his now emptied balls, licking any stray tiny dribbles of cum and my red lipstick marks that stained his body as we lay in contented silence. I kissed his sleeping potential, again pulling back the foreskin to clean the glans thoroughly. It began to stir. It didn't take me long to tease him back to full erection with my red fingernails and red lips. He was young, he was potent, he was horny. I soon found myself with my head hanging over the edge of the bed as he gently but insistently invaded my throat with his revived hardness. It was slower, but no less intense, although this time he was in the more dominant position. Again that delicious sound, "Gulm, Gulm, Gulm, Gulm, Gulm, the sound of a happy cockslut pleasuring her man. It was slow, it was gentle, but it was the second time in a few minutes that I felt his magnificent prick stiffen and I knew that my gullet was going to be bathed in delicious manemissions. I swallowed deeply, marvelling at the amount of sperm that he could produce. Again he pulled me up on the bed, again I lay between his thighs as I recovered my breath and my panting breath slowly returned to normal.

After a few minutes I rose from the bed. I began a sexy strip tease, even though I hadn't many clothes to take off. I slowly teased him as I moved my filmy top from one shoulder and then the other before finally removing it and with an high pitched scream threw it to him. I did the same with my little skirt, pulling in down over one hip,then the other, till finally with a little shimmy it slipped down my thighs. I dipped and picked and threw it at him playfully with another little scream. I reached for the corset, he shook his finger NO!, again while I reached towards the suspenders clips, he then raised his hand saying,

"No, darlin, leave them on..."

I picked up the bottle of lube and with a little dip of my hips and and an purse of my lips, administered a healthy squirt onto the cleft of my arse. My hand strayed down the back of my panties as I massaged it in. I took another palmful and with another little scream danced towards him on the bed, trapping his semi tumescent member in my hands and coating it with lube. He shivered at it's coldness and I danced away before he could catch me. I danced to the other side of the bed as he lunged at me. I danced away from him again this time showing him my pantied bottom and my suspenders straining on my thighs. He lunged I skipped away as we continued this amusing interlude. It was a dance that was only going to have one conclusion. He tried to entice me onto the bed waving his now swiftly hardening prick that grew bigger with every teasing pass.

"Come on, babe."

"Ooh Sir, what is that big thing?"

"You know what it is, you little minx, and it's all yours..."

"Ooh Sir, I have one of my own, but mine is pretty and little and locked away, not like that big bold thing of yours..."

"Come on now, quit your teasing, I want to fuck you..."

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, but he grabbed me,

He looked deep into my eyes and said

"Enough, I am going to give you the fucking of your life."

"Please Sir Stuart, on my back..."

He positioned me on my back and I spread my legs as wide as they could go and offered him my pantie clad arse. He got between my thighs, easily ripping the tiny black thong knickers from my body. Then he placed the head of his magnificent hardness against my virgin arsehole. I was about be fucked, for the first time by a real man.

He reached for a condom from the bowl. It was my turn to shake my finger in the negative. He asked me was I sure?

"Never more sure of anything in my life..."

He kissed me then and the final barrier to my submission was breached, quickly and deeply. I felt whole as I felt him deep within my hole. He filled me and made me complete. He began to move, slowly at first sheathing himself deeply within my most private recesses, before drawing slowly out perforce plunging deep with me again. He was so far in that I gradually became aware of his balls hitting off my tightly stretched arsehole. He kissed one of my nipples, tweaking the other slightly. Then he reversed, slavering the one that was slightly sore and tweaking the one that was slick with his spittle. It was like as if my nipples were on a en electric circuit to my distended anal core. As he worked I began to feel it building, I began to feel his increased heat. An almost burning feeling, as if his spunk was beginning to boil. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my insides coated with his considerable boiling emissions. Again we rested, I tightened my thighs around him as he remained within me. We kissed deeply again, when he broke I kissed him all over his face.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, for making me complete. Thank you for fucking me so hard and so thoroughly. Thank you for filling me with your delicious cum. Thank you for making me, me."

I pulled his ever increasing softness from my arse. I urged him to kneel over my face and I cleaned him. Lapping my juices from around the head of his lovegland and his magnificent balls. I sucked his dark pubes and cleaned him thoroughly. Incredibly he started to harden again in my mouth.

"My god, you are walking Viagra."

"I want you again, if you are willing..."

"Very Willing, but I'm not too sure about able, Sir Stuart."

'All we can do is try..."

I got into my belly, raising my arse in the air and waggling it. He got between my thighs and coated my non virginal arsehole with a generous dollop of lube. Then he simply lined up his magnificent prick and easily pushed himself all the way within me and commenced to fuck me. I was tantalisingly close to coming as he pulled me up an my knees and hands for deeper penetration. The only sounds were our ragged breathing and the slap of his balls on my thighs, accompanied by the clink of the padlock against me cage. It was a delicious symphonic soundtrack to the conclusion of a wonderful afternoon of sex. I found myself pushing back against his virility, reaching back with both hands to caress his thighs as he pummelled me into the mattress. My prostate was in a deep state of stimulation and I felt my little limp excitement start to leak, weak dribbles f first, precum and then weak strings of cum. I reached beneath me and coated my fingers with it and licked it in my hunger. Stuart cane deep within my bowels, filling me again with copious amounts of his seed.

I zoned out, feeling him gently withdraw a while later and through bleary eyes, saw him dress before leaning down to kiss me gently.

"Sleep well my little slutty cock slave. The next time I am having that cage off you."

Through my stupor I thought good luck with that, I know my Mistress and I know she will never agree to my freedom...and that I was in trouble again, as he hadn't beaten me...

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