Friday Night
== JEREMY'S TALE ==
I was alone in the darkness, nude, arms tightly stretched above my head. It was a welcome respite because up until a few minutes ago my backside was tasting the lash from my Mistress. She had been laying into my tender flesh for quite a long time, enjoying me writhing in her basement that we had converted into a makeshift dungeon until she took a look at her watch (I had no idea the time, she insisted no clocks were to hang on the walls so I would never know how long I'd been kept down there).
Wendy declared, "Look at how time has flown, Jeremy. I have something to attend to so don't go anywhere, I'll give you a bit of a rest and be back in two shakes of my cat-o-nine tales. I will leave you waiting and contemplating the kiss of my whip against your bare skin. Imagining the weight of my flogger as it comes down on your back. Soft, sensual, gentle like the touch of a lover or harsh and cruel discipline for a wayward slave? You don't care, do you? You crave my touch, regardless of its form. You would suffer any torment just to be in my presence and breathe in my scent. Whatever it takes, you willingly submit to my every desire, just for a brief smile or laugh or word of praise from my lips. Your only focus is on me. Your only desire is to be found worthy. Go on, beg me. I want to hear it from your own lips. Tell me what you want. Tell me who owns you...mind, body, and soul."
"You do, my Mistress."
Smiling, after kissing me on the cheek she then turned, set down her lash on a table and sauntered to the stairs. Turning to blow me a kiss, she turned out the light and went upstairs, the door closing at the top sealing me in darkness to hang from her ceiling.
You might reasonably ask, "How did you get into this predicament?" My mind wandered as I reminisced to how events had unfolded that lead me to be left hanging from her dungeon ceiling in the dark. On Wednesday I had flown to Connecticut from Northwest Florida to celebrate my Mistress' birthday. Arriving late, we had gone out for drinks after I landed at Bradley airport. Our reverie didn't last long before passion overtook us and we ran back to her place to have hot sex in her large shower, slipping and sliding like two love-struck seals. The next day we slept in late, had a nice time shopping and I took her out for a fabulous dinner to celebrate the turning of another year. Over dessert, she had told me in her dark Domme voice that she had something special planned for the weekend that would be extraordinary so not to make any plans as I'd be "tied up". For most people that would be a simple metaphor, but I knew from past practices that when my Mistress said that - she was being painfully literal.
So then it was Friday, and we had stayed inside for most of the day relaxing, chatting and watching NetFlix. I was both anxious and in a constant state of excitement, all day she would reach over and stroke my manhood through my slacks occasionally just to keep me on a slow simmer, and also lean over to nip my ear. Her hot breath in my ear drives me mad with lust. I was wondering what devious things her Dark Goddess had envisioned for tonight, as she has in the past pushed me to my limits in all sorts of ways. But that's what makes our relationship so awesome, although it may be physically painful, it's never boring. Plus it gives us both what we desire, her to dominate, me to be lost in subservience.
As the day ended, we watched the sunset from her back patio over a nice white wine, a pinot grigio I believe. Once the sun had descended below the limb of the earth and twilight had fallen, we had gone back inside and ordered pizza from the local delivery. I could see my Mistress's dominant side was starting to rise by the tone of her voice as she instructed me to put on my slave collar around my neck. Made of leather and very wide to force my head up, It was my collar and putting it on started my descent into sub-space to my Mistress. When the doorbell rang she coyly pronounced that I was to go answer the door and pay the driver. When I complained about being seen at her door wearing my collar her reply was simply, "Just be glad I didn't have you answer the door naked as well and with a ball gag so you couldn't whine about it like a petulant child."
I agreed verbally as I could see her ordering that wondering at the same time what the delivery guy was thinking seeing me collared as I did my best to casually hand him the money owed for the pizza. Bringing it back in, I set it down and Wendy bade me go into the kitchen and return with plates, napkins, and be undressed. "I guess this is where the playtime starts," was my thought as I did as instructed returning as quickly as I could after removing my clothes and after folding them neatly, setting them aside and got the cutlery.
"I see you are getting excited already, my dear," Wendy snickered pointing at my erection leading the way into the living room. "I expect you to be able to get that little thing hard for me for my entire birthday weekend on command," she proffered up a pill that I knew to be Cialis. "Why don't you take this with your dinner to make sure you, and specifically it, don't let me down?" Normally I have no issue getting rigid, especially when I'm around such a hot woman as my Mistress. However, we've found that when bound and left alone for extended periods or after a serious period of corporal punishment I can go soft. That never sits well with her as she hates having to work to get me hard again. I guessed that she had a full weekend planned if she wanted me to have some chemical assurance.
After taking the proffered pill I popped it in my mouth saying, "Down the hatch," and used my jack and coke to wash it down. I attempted to sit down on the couch next to her, but she pointed at the floor and said, "No, Jeremy. Subs don't get to use furniture unless they are directed to. You can sit on the floor. That is unless you want to become my furniture."
"Yes, Mistress."
I sat on the floor and we finished up "house hunters international" while eating our pizza. It was delicious; sausage, white sauce, and bacon. When finished my mistress had me clean up and after tidying up the kitchen return to her in the living room. She turned me around and put my hands behind my back which she cuffed and fastened together with a handy carabineer. She tugged my head backward by my collar and whispered darkly in my ear, "I've had a fabulous time with you these last two days dildo-whore, but now it's time to celebrate my birthday with a full weekend of your submission. That fact that you as a free man freely choose to submit to my Dark Goddess is the greatest gift you could give me, and for that I thank you."
She grabbed my turgid cock roughly and pulled, leading me through the main floor hallway to the back staircase that led to her dungeon basement. Originally just a simple unfinished cement basement, over the last few years every time I have come up she has had me work on it making improvements such as hooks all over the ceiling walls and support columns, wood paneling on one section of the cement walls, a pegboard holding numerous of the toys she's collected over the years and a full set of wooden shelves containing a variety of the tools of her favorite pastime - dominance and inflicting pain. Wooden bondage furniture was set here and there and I saw the dildo on a pole that I had been left impaled on one trip. The memory of that evil thing sent shivers down my spine. The small windows were covered in thick foam so when you were down there you had no idea the time of day it was, and the foam deadened any screams that would have alerted the neighbors to what transpired in the seemingly normal two-story house.
"Let's start slowly, shall we?" My Mistress asked rhetorically. She undid my hands only to refasten them in front of me and had me raise them. Attaching the carabineer between my wrists to a rope that hung down from a small block and tackle, she went to the other end and pulled raising my hands high until I was almost on tip-toes. She secured the rope to a boat tie-down on one of the pillars and came back to me.
"Oh, the things we're going to experience this weekend will be magical, my sweet sub." She touched my lips with her fingertips and slowly ran them down my neck to my chest. Pausing to play with my nipples, I felt them grow hard enough to cut diamonds. "I am envisaging that this will be a weekend to remember, I hope you feel the same."
