As directed by his internet Mistress, toast put on the heavy one inch thick sterling silver ring and began to prepare for bed. Adding a butt plug on his own initiative as another tribute to his Mistress, he realized he would have to tell her and be punished for not first asking her permission. He felt so desperately alone and longed for a Mistress to take him.
Just let him feel he belonged to one special person. He thought back over all the times he had helped his female friends in the past build custom cabinets, install stereos, move or paint.
He enjoyed and wanted that sense of belonging. As usual, he had trouble squeezing his balls and cock through the ring: it was a firm tight fit when finally in place but not overly constrictive, which was good as he could then wear it for long periods of time. Although he had trouble not touching himself and stroked his cock from time to time, feeling and enjoying its worthless hardness, in the end he kept his promise to his Mistress and did not cum. He laid in bed a long time with vivid visions dancing in his head before falling asleep.
In the morning, he awoke rock hard and could not go soft. He added another heavy ring just behind the flare at the head, attaching two 1.5 pound silver elongated pendant weights to the wide cock head ring by short chains.
He then put on the tight thick silver ball extender separator which he had modified from a sailboat turnshackle and locked it in place with the short screwdriver. He harnessed this to the base of the 5-1/2" butt plug. Then, he dressed himself in a short very tight black lycra sleeveless T-shirt and yellow dance warm-up leggings. Being partially clothed made him feel even more open, exposed, vulnerable and well displayed for his Mistress. He stayed dressed that way as he started morning coffee, smoothed out the thick blue comforter on the brass bed, and moved the clothes from the washing machine to the dryer, started the computer to check for e-mail.
As he vacuumed the den and moved about, his inner thighs pushed his shackled balls forward, first one side then the other, causing further tension and tightness to his balls as well as causing the butt plug to move and jerk with every step. When he sat for breakfast, reading the morning paper, he had to sit near the edge of the hard wooden chair which drove the butt plug further up inside him as well as pinning his balls tight and painfully against the forward cross support oak rail of the upright antique chair. His reading didn't come easy and as he washed last night's dishes, the coldness and hardness of the metal sink cabinet played havoc with his jutting straining cock. He felt pinned between the metal of the cabinet and the ring holding his cock and balls out away from his shaved hairless body.
"Why couldn't his internet Mistress be real?" toast thought as he drifted back into his bedroom. toast wondered looking at himself in the full length mirror if a Mistress would ever force him to wear a pair of pink, or lavender, or peach frilly lace crotchless panties to further humiliate him, make him feel even more exposed and vulnerable and more like the very submissive slut that deep in his mind he knew he was.
Could his internet Mistress see that far into his mind? Is that what she wanted of him? Is that where she wanted to take him? Or what she wanted to train him to become? He thought back to his visit with her in Florida when he secretly wished she had plugged him before his tennis lesson, making him wear only the thin white nylon Bill Rodgers jogging shorts. Then wishing later in the evening she would have walked him along the beach exposed with a leash attached to his balls and taken him with her strap-on as she said she would in the story they had started to write together. As he stood watching himself in the mirror, his cock, his ass, his nipples as well as his very heart and soul cried out for her. Would she put him in stockings and a garter belt, attach bells to his cock and plug him. Take him shopping, making his bells ring and his cock hard as they went from store to store. Would she enjoy having him kneel down in front of her, helping her try on different shoes and boots instead of the sales clerk. He imagined his legs spread so she could play with his cock with her other foot while she watched his cock rise hungrily, making it noticeable hard and prominent, seeing a wet spot begin to form and his breathing become uneasy. Would others notice, he wondered? and, what would or could he do?
