I awoke to the feel of something hot and wet in my anus. I quickly recollected: it was my third weekend at my Mistress's house. I would go home during the week day, then return on friday, when I was expected to make Mistress come without using my hands, before being strapped to the bed to sleep. I felt hands grip onto my thighs. Long fingernails digging painfully into them. Looking up I saw the time. 12:36. I had slept for most of the day, not being able to go to sleep until late the previous night. The silk tying me to the bed and the boner that I had for ages, as I tried to get the images of my beautiful mistress out of my head were probably the cause of that...
I felt the tongue getting deeper and deeper into my arse. Licking around and inside of my 'boy-cunt' as Mistress loving called it. I felt my boner grow beneath me, I looked around.
"Finally you are awake!" she sighed. "Now, to business." She got off of me, leaving red marks in my thighs. and stood, before coming around in front of me to untie me. She wore nothing, just some chipped red nail varnish and some black stilettos. Beautiful.
"Get up then." she giggled. And handed me a glass of dark, alcohol smelling liquid.
"Drink." she commanded.
Standing slowly up, I stretched and groaned. My penis was at half-mast and as I got up i heard a camera shutter close.
"Hmmmm. My sexy slut!" she crooned. Embarrassed I tried to cover myself up. She only took more. Snap. Snap. Snap.
"Why is that glass still full? I said DRINK." Mistress ordered. I stared down at it. Rum, Brandy? I shrugged and downed it, grimacing at the pain.
"Good little bitch. Well done. Now, come here." I staggered around to my mistress, the alcohol having gone to my head.
"What do we do when we greet our Mistress?" she tutted before slapping my bare arse.