I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I remembered was looking up at the clock and seeing it was almost five p.m. Vickie could step in that door in just a matter of minutes. Quickly getting up, I went into the bathroom, peed like a racehorse and then spread some more oil over my body so I could glisten for her when she arrived. I then checked my tail, making sure it was still in position and slipped the bit back into my mouth. Walking over to the table, I stretched my legs some and relaxed my arms along my side, preparing myself for when I climbed back up on the table and got into my show position.
Vickie seemed very pleased with how I behaved that afternoon with her friend. I was polite to the lady, but always deferred to Vickie looking for either her instructions or approval for anything I did. It was a bit touch and go for a while there when her friend had stroked my cock for so long and I was nearing climax when Vickie helped me maintain control with a firm smack of her riding crop. She even seemed to enjoy when her friend rode on my back until she came.
When it got to be about five-thirty, I climbed up onto the table and while I was kneeling, I remained relaxed, ready to move into position the moment I heard her at the door. While she did enjoy knowing I held show position for so long all I could do was tremble when she arrived, I also knew that tonight she might be wanting more, so I had to be physically prepared to respond to her. At about a quarter to six I began concentrating, spreading out my knees a bit and finding a comfortable spot for my hands. Once in position, I turned my mind to earlier in the day, the image of Vickie's fingers sliding over her clit as she watched her friend ride me until she came. Feeling my cock harden, I kept my mind focused on the images so I could be hard when she arrived.
I only had to wait another thirty minutes or so until I heard her slide the key card in the door and open it. Breathing deeply, I could smell her fragrance, only her fragrance, so I knew she was alone. She walked out of the darkness by the door and stepped into the bright light. Pausing, I guess to just look at me, she stood motionless for what seemed like several minutes. Then moving over behind me I suddenly felt a stab of pain sear into my ass as she swatted me with her crop. Hitting me again, this time on the other side of my ass she said, "Oh how I love how those marks look on you."
