Sunday
My eyes fly open and I find myself staring straight at the ceiling. Turning I see its 5:13am, it's still dark out. My mind is racing and panic begins to overtake me. Throwing the covers off and leaping out of bed I nearly kill myself as I trip over my clothes that I so clumsily dumped in a pile at my bedside last night.
Down the stairs, flipping on the lights and into the family room I look immediately to the coffee table. Ahhhhh ...... a sigh of relief as I see my sex toys Mistress demanded I acquire. I flop onto the couch dropping my arms to my sides and take a deep breath. I had feared that everything that happened yesterday was simply a fantastic dream.
The rest of the day slipped by as any other Sunday might, hit the gym, did some laundry, grocery shopping, paid a few bills, all the typical stuff. No word from Mistress. I had not really expected to hear from her anyway.
Monday
Monday was a holiday, Martin Luther King Day, and I was off work. Getting up fairly early as was common for me I headed to the gym to beat the crowds. I don't normally work out on Mondays but wasn't going to pass up the opportunity given a free day to myself.
Arriving home I fired up the computer and signed onto EP. I was very anxious and exciting about receiving my next instructions. Still nothing from her, and although a bit disappointed it was only 9am on Monday morning.
Mistress had not actually told me when she would send my instructions so I was only assuming it would be today. Was her delay intentional? I did think briefly about calling her however I knew I was being completely ridiculous. I could wait, it wouldn't kill me after all...and in reality I was free, to do as I pleased, no constraints, no rules, no control, no anything. I should be happy of course however I knew better. I need her control. I craved her control. It's just that simple, damn it!!!
Several more hours pass and thousand or so refreshes of EP and still nothing. I was starting to get a bit ... something ... not sure how to explain it actually. I wasn't mad, but I was like come on, why aren't you contacting me? I was unnerved. Desperate.
It was just then I finally saw a new email come through, it was Mistress! I was so happy!
Clicking open I begin to read ...
Dear Sub xxxx,
Well done. You've adequately completed the first round of your tasks to my satisfaction and delight.
You purchased the toys with professional assistance from the store associate, a young woman who no doubt relished the chore and no doubt shared the incident and a hearty laugh with her lover, male or female, later that night. You captured the moment and the adventure, especially how you felt . . . nervous yet thrilled and compelled . . . and wrote about it (with a pic. good.) for anyone to see on EP.
You're well on your way to relief. But not just yet.
Round II will be exponentially more difficult but must be completed to the letter. Because I said so. No whining allowed or I will be ruthless.
The following must be started immediately and continue right through Friday night, Jan. 20. Only then will I allow you relief. Perhaps.
1- You will wear the Rings of Hell starting now. I expect it to be a tight fit. You will wear no underwear throughout the week. No excuses. The timing is with purpose; I know you have presentations and budget meetings and you will be front and center and the focus will be you as your colleagues will have questions and look to you for direction. They may not be looking into your eyes. You will report back to me at regular intervals. You must take a picture tonight to prove to me you have done exactly what I said (wearing the "Gates") and post that picture to the "Mistress" photo album on EP (and for all to see). Get yourself hard before taking the picture (you know what I like) and remember NO cumming! So be very careful. Oh, as I said before, I want you to keep the "toys", especially the dildo, on the kitchen table all week. A pleasant reminder of your tasks.
2- You will watch the porn video completely naked Tuesday night. Keep an eye for details because I will have questions. I would like you to think about being part of the video and playing the part of the lead male and, vicariously, think about and enjoy the arousal. You may touch yourself but I suggest avoid the temptation. Keep your phone close by. I may need some live updates. Maybe.
3- On Wednesday as you trudge through your busy day sans underwear with the Gates of Hell tugging, I want you to evaluate all the women with which you come in contact. I would like to know, specifically, which of the group you would like to fuck for pure primal reasons. Put aside brains, character, wit and charm. You're especially horny this week and I want you to think with your cock. Tell me Wednesday night.
Oh, a nasty, nasty thought just crossed my mind: You would hate it if I sent the girl you select the headless nude picture you have posted on EP. I won't. Maybe. Send me her email address.
4- This is regarding your task on Friday when I take your virginity with the dildo and lube that you purchased. Too bad it's not a strap-on because I know you live to please Mistress and heighten MY pleasure. I so wanted my fingernails to cut and mark the flesh around your hips and I thrust . . . a badge of honor for you
You'll receive another email from me on Thursday. Look for it around lunch time. I'll share an additional task or two then. You'll be very horny by then, 12 days without relief and ready to doing anything no matter how humiliating. I'm counting on it...
Complete the above to the letter and then we will get to the matter of Friday night when I guide you on webcam.
Your Mistress
I read the email several times, each and every word. Mistress had done well, but not nearly as challenging as I thought it would be. Going through the list in my mind...
...The Gate of Hell as underwear for the week, doable for sure.
...Watching an old school porn video, nothing to it. Porn has never floated my boat anyway.
...Another picture of my hard cock, no problem. Posted on EP... mmmmm ... not so great but doable.
...Pick out a woman at work my cock wants to fuck like a slut...fun! Give Mistress her name and email address with threat of sending nude picture of me!!!! Fuck no, that's not happening!!
...and for the time being, I'll just ignoring the whole "take my virginity" thing...
Ok ... so I have 3 doable tasks and one in which I'm deathly afraid.
All I have to do is figure out how to convince Mistress to switch out the one task that I can't do and give me a new one. Simple!
I of course begin chuckling to myself. Sure tough guy... why don't you just pick up that phone and call Mistress and say... HEEEYYYY Mistress, how about we sit down and chat about the tasks you've sent me. I think I can agree to three, no changes required, but one of them we need modify a bit.
I mean ... I negotiate multi-million dollar contacts every day of the week. I'm the company's strongest negotiator after all. This should be a walk in the park for me. Mistress is 26 years old. Smart as hell yes, but still young and inexperienced in the negotiation world. Come on... a piece of cake for me.
Again ... I start laughing this time out load. Who the hell am I kidding? I can't negotiate with Mistress. I'm compelled to please her. I will simply die if I disappoint her.
Gates of Hell as undies I can do this for sure. Strip down and grab the Gates of Hell. Seems simple enough to put on, just slip my cock through the 6 rings and then pull the largest ring at the end over my balls to rest at my base.
SHIT!!! No......do not get a hard-on!! *A little erectile dysfunction might be helpful at this moment*. This thing is never going on if I'm hard that's for damn sure. Ok...walk around...calm down...ok better... slide cock through rings and stretch large ring over balls. Mmmmm... rings don't stretch, shit this is very hard rubber. How the hell am I suppose to get this over my balls. Mmmmm, maybe try balls first and then cock. Nope, that's not working either. I wonder if it's too small for me. Hehehehe, ok dude get over yourself.
Ah, a thought, maybe there are instructions on the packaging. Nope!
Ok, I guess a little man handling (no pun intended) is in order here. Slid cock back through rings, grab sack and pull through end ring.....ouch..... ahhhhh.... success. SHIT!!!... where the hell are my balls? Sack is empty, crap balls are still on wrong side of ring! Fuck!
Ok, found balls in gut, pushing one at a time through the ring. Tight ...dam this ring is small! Ok, one through and now two! Success, the Gate of Hell (great name) is now in place!
Mmmmm, this is sort of weird. The leather strap connecting the rings if fairly stiff, it's sort of holding my cock out, not straight out, but not hanging either.
Sort of reminds me of when Mistress has me lay my cock on her open palm, just to mess with me. Just slightly supporting its weight but not providing any stimulation. That drives me fucking nuts by the way!!!
Ok, let's trying walking a bit...hehehe, I'm bouncing within this thing it's sort of stimulating actually.
