Mistress Eera

Please read Mistress Keera Parts 1 to 13 for context.

We were sitting having tea one evening when my phone pinged. I say my phone, but the reality was it was my old phone sim which Goddess Keera, now monitored in her dual sim phone. She had bought me a Doro "granny phone" some time ago. This phone could only connect to my Goddess, which, for all intents and purposes was all I needed. Anyway my Goddess checked the ping and asked

"Who is Geraldine?"

I explained that Geraldine was a woman who I went out with for a while a few years back. Before she emigrated I had loaned her some money to help get her established when she moved. That was three years ago, and as I had never heard from her I put the whole matter out of my head.

"Well, she's texting you now bitchboy, so phone her back, I am curious."

So I did as I was told, putting the phone on speaker,

"Hello Geraldine, how are you?"

"Hey Tim, I am good. I will be in Dublin next weekend. I was hoping that we could hook up on Friday night. I want to return the money you loaned me and I was hoping that I could buy you dinner..."

My Goddess nodded her permission.

"Great Geraldine, that would be so nice. Whereabouts?"

"I will be staying in the Eastbury, Tim. There's a nice little bistro place around the corner. Say 9 o'clock.?"

"Perfect, Geraldine, see you then."

My Goddess raised an eyebrow when I asked.

"Are you sure that this OK my Goddess, I can cancel if you say the word."

But my Goddess insisted. She told me it was the least I could do was to have dinner with the girl. She asked me about Geraldine.

"Well Goddess, she is nowhere near as beautiful as you. She is smaller than you, but she has a nice figure, but Goddess, she was so hairy."

"Hairy?"

"Yes Goddess she had a massive pubic bush, and while she did shave parts, she had hugely hairy armpits too."

My Goddess started to giggle. She suggested that I bring a pair of sharp scissors and a razor and a can of shaving cream on our date.

"In all seriousness Goddess. I would rather not go. I have grown away from boy clothes since being in your service and your cage..."

"Are you not proud of being caged for me tinytim.?"

"Oh Goddess, don't tease me. You know how proud I am of the creature that you have made me and anything, anything, that you choose to do to my body, my mind and my very soul I will accept, no, embrace, as long as we can be together."

"Quite a speech, tinytim, but I see your point about your clothes and our little caged "excitement,"" let me think about it?"

Later on that evening Jenn arrived. She explained that she had this drug, ketoconazole, that could prevent erections in the short term and it may be a way of going without our cage for a day or two. I would get an injection of it tonight, take a course of pills and a final injection on the morning of my date with Geraldine and that should solve my "little problem."

I was delighted that this meant I could fulfil my engagement and even better, that it would please my Goddess to do so.

N the Thursday night my Goddess milked me three times using her big black strap on dildo. The first time was intense, the stimulation of her thrusts against my prostate would normally result in a strong flow of emissions without orgasm even though I would be hard in my cage. This time I had the sensation, the strong flow, but `I remained completely limp. The second time I was milked for my Goddess, the flow was considerably weaker and the stimulation of my prostate gland a little more painful. For the third milking my Goddess removed her cage. I was a limp noodle, my little "excitement" was a tiny floppy worm and as she pounded my arse my poor prostate was buffeted and my limp,"peenie weenie," as Goddess described it barely leaked any noticeable dribble. We were happy that I could go without her cage for the date.

On the evening of the the date my Goddess dressed me. She had bought an outfit for me that while not overtly feminine, gave the nod to my new persona. A red silk shirt combined with tight white jeans that ended at mid calf with a pair of red deck shoes. My only underwear was a pair of KoalaSwim boy shorts, again in red.

My Goddess dropped me off at the restaurant. Geraldine met me with a tight hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek.

"First off, I want to repay the money that you owed me. Five thousand euro. Also, I used your money well to launch my business, and it's been very successful, so there is another bank order for five thousand euro too."

I protested that this was too much, that I had given her the money without any expectations of repayment but she shushed me and said that she would pay for everything this evening. She asked me what was new in my life, but, under strict orders from my Goddess, I kept the conversation light. Geraldine complimented me on my looks, saying that I had made a real effort, saying that my clothes were very different and that she could see that I was in really good shape and smelled great. I returned the compliments but I did notice when she raised her hand to signal for a drink for me, that she still had a covering of fur in her armpit. Goddess had loaned me a smart phone for the evening and Geraldine wanted some pictures of the new me before she headed back abroad so it took some snaps for her and of her. I sent them to my Goddess.

Our table was ready and we moved from the bar. It was a small booth that left us sitting close together. Geraldine ordered another cocktail for herself and some red wine and champagne. I insisted on just water instead of the cocktail, and that I would join her in the wine when the food came. Geraldine was always a woman of large habits and this obviously hadn't changed. She ordered a lot of food, me, not so much, I had a tomato salad to start and a grilled chicken dish as a main course. Geraldine ordered oysters, calamari, and a large steak. Geraldine chattered away, talking about her new life Down Under, her problems with Australian men, her business and any other topic that came into her head. When the food came Geraldine set to with gusto. I kept her wineglass topped up, fed her some oysters and ordered another cocktail for her. The waiter was very attentive and we weren't left waiting long before her calamari arrived. She said,

"Feed me Tim."

I did so as she slurped the food into her mouth. I soon felt her hand on my thigh as she squeezed me tightly. I was starving and my main course didn't last long. Geraldine took j=her time on the steak, it was smothered with a rich sauce and she needed a second bottle of red wine. When she was finished the waiter asked "Dessert Madam?"

She winked at him and told him "I have my dessert right here." She squeezed my thigh just to the underside of my crotch.

"Just the bill, sugar"

She paid the bill with a bit of cash including a substantial tip for the waiter and suggested a nightcap in the "Seoirse" a well known gay pub a few streets down. I suggested we walk but she pointed to her heels and said "Cab." When the taxi arrived she held the door for me, giving me arse a good grope as I climbed in past her. It was only a minute until we were outside the bar door. I got out and held the door for her. She said "a minute babyTim, " handing me a fifty note.

"Get them in please Darl."

I gave the barman the fifty and said that he was to give me water instead of alcohol each round. It took her about ten minutes too arrive, dancing in through the bar door, whooping. She danced up to me at the bar.

" A COCK-TAIL, my favourite."

She kissed me full on the lips, telling me that I tasted divine. We spent a couple of hours there until they were closing the place. She became more raucous as the night went on, dancing with random men and women as she drank more and more. She was the centre of attention that night and she loved it, throwing her arms in the air, showing everyone those hairy pits. When we were leaving she was kissing everybody and clung to me as she tipped the barman generously.

"Good luck with that one, chief," he said as we exited. She decided that she wanted to walk back to the hotel, before she had her "dessert." When the air hit, she almost did too, the ground. I had a hard job keeping her upright as we made her way back. My head sometimes getting caught in the fur of her armpit. She was groping and kissing me all the way along the street.

The night was wary of us but a fifty note from her calmed him considerably. When we got up to her room Geraldine headed straight to the minibar saying "Champagne, baybeez." I got out the glasses and poured her a glass from the snipe. She then said that we needed something to wash it down with and proceeded to take off her dress. From her bra she produced a couple of small packets of white powder. She laid out two lines and did one, I pretended to do one but brushed it onto the floor. She grabbed me and we fell on the bed.

"Get out the phones Tim babes, I want a souvenir."

I protested that it wasn't a good idea but she told me not to be a stick in the mud and get on with it. I set only mine to record and opened the channel to my Goddess. She pulled me back down and despite her inebriated state stripped me down to my pants.

"Wow. Nice pants. Quite the little cockteaser Tim."

She pulled me on top of her telling me that she knew I liked her "hairy parts." Before I got a chance to reply, she pulled me into her hairy armpit and started to handle my tiny little penis roughly. I flinched as she said she was sorry and pulling her panties off lay back on the bed. She quickly grabbed me again and brought my head to her crotch.

My god, her pubic bush was massive! Her strong hands drew me nearer and nearer. And her thighs clamped my head in place. I had no choice. I was going in whether I liked it or not.

She tasted of perfume, perspiration and piss. It wasn't long before her other secretions added to the mix. I worked hard, wading through the matted hair to find yer clit and assault it with my tongue. She really was hairy and it was incredibly dense. A line of curls t=ran from her belly button down to an over large vee of black sproutage and continued on down in an unbroken line to her arse crack. As she bucked under my tongue she hauled me up into a sixty nine and attacked my poor little excuse for a cock with her mouth. It was to no avail. As she came heavily in my face I told her.

"It's not you Geraldine, it's me."

I was greeted with a snore. She was out cold. I went to the phone. My Goddess grinned back at me.

"Good work, my jungle explorer. I wouldn't have believed you if I hadn't seen it."

"What now Goddess, what am I going to do?"

"Leave everything to me, I will see you in the morning at ten."

I slept as best as I could in the single bed in the room. I woke early the next morning and waited until nine o'clock to leave the room. I took my hard earned ten thousand euro down to the big jewellers on Grafton Street and bought my Goddess the biggest diamond ring I could get for the money. I hightailed it back to the Eastbury and let myself back into the room and made myself wait, listening to Geraldine's snores.

Almost to the minute at ten o'clock there was a loud banging on the door.

"Geraldine, Geraldine, someone's banging on the door." I said, stating the blindingly obvious.

Geraldine jumped out of bed groaning, went to the door and said , "Oh fuck, I think it's the police."

She opened the door and sure enough it was the police, in the form of Detective Inspector Keera.

"Madame, stay where you are, don't make me cuff you." She flashed some sort of ID.

Geraldine stopped in her tracks as my Goddess moved about the room.

"Identification?"

Geraldine moved to get it but my Goddess told her to stay where she was and just tell her where it was. Geraldine gestured to her bag and Goddess picked it up and spilled it's contents out on the bed. She pulled out her passport and held it up, looking at Geraldine.

"Is that a wig?"

Geraldine looked puzzled touching her hair.

'No, not your hair. That! " gesturing between her legs.

My Goddess explained that street CCTV had recorded someone who answered Geraldine's description buying drugs at a pub nearby.

"Drugs like this, " she said, holding up a small plastic bag from the contents on the bed.

"And all this cash, are you a drug dealer?"

Geraldine quickly denied that she was saying that she was going back to Australia later that day and was having a goodbye dinner with a friend.

"And is this the lady you were having dinner with?" You lady drop your pants I need to check you for drugs."

Geraldine told me not to do anything of the sort but was told to shut up as I quickly dropped my pants.

"See, a lady," my Goddess approached me and bent me over and probed my arse calling me clear.

She turned her attention to Geraldine again.

"Now Miss whatever your name is, I am advising you to check out of the hotel and get to hell out of Dublin and the country as soon as possible. If you don't I'll arrest you and you'll never get into Australia again. Agreed?

Geraldine nodded as my Goddess said she was seizing the cash as ill gotten gains. She then cuffed me and brought me to the door telling Geraldine she was taking me in for further questioning. As she passed Geraldine she reached out and grabbed a chunk of Geraldine's pubes, ripping them out saying,

"Get rid of this, it's disgusting.

We left her curled up on the floor as we ran for the stairs. She uncuffed me on the way as we ran down the stairs, laughing uncontrollably. When we got to the car we waited until we saw Geraldine getting into a cab and speeding away.

I got out of the car and went around to my Goddess's side, opened her door and dropped to one knee. Reaching into my pocket I produced the ring and asked her to make me her lifetime submissive.

She looked at me...

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