My Mistae Mistress

I came back from University late, the trains were late as expected and it was now 10 minutes after 11, the night almost over, I had missed my chance with Mistress, she had gone to sleep for sure and here I was sitting on the couch, all alone and debating whether I should anger mistress by waking her up or go to sleep beside her. The dim lights in the room, barely lit my body, but I could see a shadow on my crotch, my cock was bulging, beneath the black cotton, it pushed against the cold steel that it called home for the past 31 days, October has finally ended, I had been a good little boy and not touched myself, not even once. I was to be rewarded tonight for my dedication, but PTV had a different idea. Of course the Pakenham line breaks down the night I am supposed to have an orgasm, honestly next time I see a myki officer I am going to charge.

There is no use crying now, I thought to myself and got up to take a bath and go to sleep next to Mistress. I stepped in the bathroom, the pale white light showing my tired face, the day's stresses had come home with me, I hated this. My eyes dark, and my lips chapped, I did not look 23. I guess I haven't ever looked my age, I turned away from the mirror and turned on the shower, it would take a minute for the cold water in the shower pipes and head to flush out. I took down my pants, there was some wetness on my underwear. Oh to dream. I stepped out of my pants, and threw them in the laundry basket. In my underwear, I admired my reflection in the shower booth's glass, the muscle on my shoulder had really popped up recently, my stomach was flat, and my hair chest seemed puffed, tonight would have been perfect if Australian transport hadn't cockblocked me. The water still cold, I felt on my fingers, I looked at the shower head and felt thirsty. Still in my underwear, I walked out into the apartment, the dim light barely lit anything up, I couldn't risk waking up mistress with more lights anyway so I made my way to the kitchen in dark, passing across the bedroom, I saw the door was slightly ajar. In there I could hear a slow rising and falling breath, she was asleep, peacefully. I tiptoed across the hall, and in the kitchen now, poured out water, from the fridge.

Why was the door ajar, mistress usually pushed up the door to the frame when I am at work, so that she doesn't get disturbed when I come back. I don't think she meant to keep it open, or maybe she did, maybe she was waiting for me and fell asleep. I couldn't help but wonder, I must go in the room and check it, I thought. I tiptoed across the cold tiles, and slightly pushed the door, it made no sound, I had recently oiled the hinges. The dim light from the hall caught mistress's naked leg, she was in her side, beautifully covered in white sheets, showing a little skin, she was naked under the sheets. My cock was having hell of a night. I walked up to her face, and stopped breathing, she looked heavenly, her pink face, covered by stray blond strands, her blue eyes resting behind pink curtains, strawberry lips parted just a little, teasing me. She was my angel, a diamond I had found, in all the stones that were thrown at me. As I admired her beauty, something shined from between creamy breasts, something metallic, silver, no steel. It was the key, my key, she had wore it to sleep, she was waiting for me. She meant to play with me, but now she was asleep, and the key taunted me from between her gravity defying breasts. I heard the shower running behind me, beckoning me away like the angle of good advice, I wish I had a singular good bone in my body, or at least not the bone of devil in between my legs, for what I did next, was the stupidest thing I could have done in that moment.

I bent down on my knees, and waddled towards mistress, still not breathing, my blow job training was coming in use right now. I looked at mistress's pink chest rise and fall, my cock following its movements, as I closed the gap until I was finally an inch away from my mistress's pink nipples. They looked so cute sticking out at the border of the sheets. I moved closer, my hands reached out to key wedged between the bulbous beauties, she really was unbelievable. As I felt the key in my hand I looked at mistress's face, still asleep, her pink nose breathing in faintly, with confidence I undid the hook keychain, as I felt the key come away, I had my freedom in m hands, finally after 31 days of agonising pain I was going to be free. With the key in my fist, I slowly rested the chain back in mistress's holy breasts. I did not hear the shower running, behind me for some reason it had stopped. I looked up at mistress's face, and froze in horror. A pair of baby blue eyes were looking down at me, cold as ice, staring deep into my soul as if a snow leopard stalking her prey before pouncing, her lips had curled into a small grin, I remained frozen, like a baby deer in headlights.

"What are you doing puppy?" her strawberry lips moved as I heard the mirth filled voice break the silence of the room. I wish I had listened to the good angel.