Property of Mistress Ivy

He knelt just inside the foyer of her home. His clothes were neatly folded on the small bench next to the door. His hands palm up on these thighs. His legs spread open wide so that his freshly shaved balls were exposed. His back straight and his head up, eyes cast down toward the floor. He squirmed a little as the medium size plug needed to be adjusted inside his hole! He awaited her presence and her permission to proceed further into her lair.

The faint sound of the heels clicking across the wooden floor grow louder as she got close to him. His body shivered in nervous anticipation for her.

"Good boy!" Her voice said as she stopped in front of him. "You may look at me!" She said.

His eyes roamed up to her green thigh-high boot against her porcelain legs. Her Rubenesque body was wrapped in the Emerald green corset. Her ginger hair flowing over her shoulders.

Her cock strained against the cock cage that was locked between his legs. It was no longer his cock, not since a few months ago, when he did as she commanded.

He went to the local adult toy store and he got the pink cock cage. The salesgirls didn't even blink. He went home and put it on and locked it.

He froze one of the keys and the other he mailed off the Mistress Ivy. He took a photo of himself caged up and sent her a photo.

He got back a reply shortly. "Good pet!"

Their months of zooming were a good training ground for him. She was a fair but harsh Mistress when she needed to be.

When she felt it was time for him to come for his last bit of training, she permitted him to do so.

And so now here he was, ready to serve Her.

She moved forward and place a collar of consideration on his chubby neck and attached a leash to the D ring.

"Come!" She said and she walked away leaving a little bit of slack on the leash to see if he would obey.

He crawled behind her. They went to the living room and he knelt next to her. She patted his head and told him he was a good pet. She allowed him to sit next to her.

They chatted for a bit and she started to run her freshly painted fingernails over his nipples. She tweaked them and dug in her nails too. He bit his lip and moaned a little

She took out her key and unlocked the cage and let the cock free. She handed him a towel and told him to sit on it. She didn't want that precum staining her couch. She ran a fingernail over the shaft and scraped the underside of the shaft where the head joins. A shiver ran up his body like an electrical shock. He groaned. She massaged the balls rather roughly.

"Lay on the floor and show me!" She commanded.

He did as she instructed and stroked himself. He had placed the towel under him. She told him that he was hers that he could not release until she decided he could.

He just nodded and stroked himself.

Sensing when he was close, she would yell at him to stop, he would do so. This went on for like an hour. Getting so close to releasing and being told to stop. The sweat building on his body.

Finally, she told him to release and he did. His sperm spurting out of him full force. Some landed on his chin and she told him to lick it up as well as the other parts on his chest. He did as she commanded and tasted his salty liquid. It was not his first time.

She handed him some wet ones and he cleaned himself up. She got off the couch and brought him to her playroom. She sat in her queen's chair and he crawls underneath her and pleasured her derriere and treasure. She ground herself into his face and his tongue was buried deep. She moaned and unleashed her sweet nectar. It was a good steady stream once she got going. He lapped up as much as he could.

After it was all one, they retired to a bed next in the room and they cuddled.

She stroked his arm. "Such a good pet! Tomorrow we shall get you a tattoo that will read Property of Mistress Poison Ivy on your backside." She said and they fell asleep with big smiles on their faces.