She ran her gloved fingers inside of me and spread around some lube, then rocked the shaft of the dildo into my sphincter ring. I moaned as it started to pass the anal rings and I could feel her rocking it deeper inside me. My uncaged cocklet began to swell and the first rivulets of pre-cum were dropping out in strings onto the plate as the dildo rubbed up against my prostate. She grabbed me roughly by the hips and shoved the entire length of the rubber dong up my ass and began to ram me with fervor. She grunted and released some stifled moans as the pace picked up and she saw me being so humiliated and debased for her pleasure.
After she had contented herself with her attack from behind, she had me flip over and touch my shoulders with my knees and pierced my butt with the dildo again, this time slapping my cock as it dripped from the internal stimulation. I nearly started to cum, but she smacked my balls so hard that my erection waned even though the need to cum still remained.
"Now you can show me how well your edging practice paid off, pet. No cumming unless I give you permission, right?" she warned. She had been exceptionally cruel in having me edge several times a day prior to her visit and had also had me practice stretching my ass with several different sized butt plugs and dildos. Her strap-on slid easily inside of me and she continued her pounding. The plate was now on my stomach and the pre-cum puddle was growing.
Her pace and intensity increased, and she was slapping my legs and twisting my nipples as she built up to her orgasm. The rhythm and pressure from her side of the strap on and her delight in abasing me had turned her on so much that she began to shake and shudder in waves of pleasure while she tweaked her own nipples. She stopped her thrusts but left the strap-on buried in my tush and relaxed. She unlocked my wrists from the headboard, sighing, "Now you may cum, pet -- but you will have to eat all your cum off of the plate when you are done. Go ahead and stroke for me, slave."
The significance and importance of her gift was not lost on me, and I felt immense gratitude and commitment to her. I set to stroking my wet slippery cocklet with my fingers and quickly neared orgasm again.
"Stop. Not yet!" Mistress Val barked. I immediately let go and tried to suppress my surging semen as she giggled at my frustration. After a few breaths and squirms against the dildo upon which I was still impaled, I settled down.
"OK -- start again, pet." She grinned.
I resumed my manual stimulation and felt my loins roiling again. I started to pant and my hips jerked, telegraphing that I was nearing the point of no return again.
"Stop!" she yelled again.
These cycles repeated for a long time until I had tears rolling down my cheeks from the pain of denial and frustration. My balls were turning blue and withdrawing up to my crotch, ready for release.
"Good slave." She finally relented. "Now, cum when I tell you to." She instructed.
I raced to achieve what I had been prevented from doing for an hour. I gave her a last glace for authorization and she nodded approval, and I screamed towards a release. Being an old guy, I seldom spewed large quantities of cum anymore, yet the excitement and repeated denials had stored a huge amount inside of me, and the feeling of the dildo rubbing against my prostate was unleashing as more jism than I had done in many months. It squirted all over the plate and she tipped the plate from side to side to coat the entire surface. She had appreciated a video I had of my drinking a load of my cum from a shot glass that I made for her several weeks before visit, so this was a way for her to enjoy to scene in person.
She pulled the strap-on out of my ass and pulled my torso up so I could reach the whole plate with my tongue. "Lick it all up, slut-slave!" she instructed. I readily complied -- despite the acme of compulsion to obey her abating after I had cum, and my hormones started to reset. She had told me that many of her previous subs lost all interest in eating their cum as soon as they had their orgasm. I was intent on not disappointing her by behaving similarly. The act of fulfilling her demand increased my oxytocin levels as she cradled my head against her bosom and petted my hair. I felt so totally owned and useful that I felt like I was dissolving into her being, awed by her presence, thankful to be allowed to serve her. I felt encompassed by her aura and melted into her embrace, cooing like a baby.
We sat on the bed for a while until the sub-drop had passed, and I restored myself through her attentions.
"Good slave." She said, smiling. "Now go make me some dinner and bring it up to me."
I thanked her again from allowing me to cum and for pegging me. I floated in a trance downstairs and prepared her a tasty meal and brought it up to her on a tray. I watched her as she ate, trying to absorb every angle of her face, every motion, every expression, the curves of her sensual body, her scent, her voice. I was storing up as much to remember her by as I could before she had to leave back to her house, far away. I was falling in love with my Mistress, and pledging myself to be as useful, devoted, attentive, pro-active, concerned, thoughtful, and entertaining to her as I could forever more. I knew that she may not ever reciprocate any feelings or even reward me ever again, though that was part of the dynamic: she is not in this world to please me -- I am here to provide my service and become a suitable slave for her to own.
She allowed me to give her a relaxing body rub and oral service before she fell asleep for the night, and I looked longingly at her all night from my spot chained up on the floor.
The Forth Day of the Interview Visit - Departure
The next day, the sun glinted in through the shades and reminded me that this was the last night Mistress Val would be with me for her trip. I became sad thinking about how much I would miss being her servant and slave in person, and how wonderful and fulfilling her trip to see me had been.
She slowly woke from her slumber and glanced down at me lying next to the bed. She rooted around in the nightstand for the keys to my cuffs and tossed them to me. "Unlock yourself and go make me some breakfast, pet. Bring it here when it's ready." She murmured before rolling back into her pillow.
I fixed her a yummy meal and brought it up to her with coffee and juice. She propped herself up against the headboard and ate. "Is your ass sore, slave?" she asked between bites.
"Just a little Mistress." I replied. I turned around to show her the fading bruises and welts from my beatings, and my puckered red asshole. She smiled and took pleasure in seeing the effects of her sadism.
After she finished her breakfast, she took a shower and let me towel her off. She then had me pack her luggage and get ready for the ride to the airport. I shed a few tears of remorse that she was leaving as I carried out these duties but kept a happy face on to show her how much I cherished her visit.
She had me dress in my panties, garter belt, stockings and bra under my khakis and dress shirt. I loaded the truck with her bags, and we set off for the airport. Since I was still unlocked to allow the PA stretching to heal (though she had the leash attached to the older piercing), she had me take my cock out as we drove and would tease me by waving at truckers and pointing to my lap, revealing the panties pulled aside and the garter belt straps framing my cock as she jerked the leash to make me jiggle. A couple of the truckers honked their airhorns and I could see them laughing as they drove past.
When we arrived at the airport she had me put my cock back into my pants and zip up, and then unload the luggage out of the truck.
"Once your PA is healed up I expect you to put the chastity device back on and send me daily pictures of the plastic lock serial number, pet." She instructed.
"Yes, Ma'am. I am honored that you are willing to be my keyholder and let me prove my devotion to you in that way." I humbly replied, truly grateful for her interest and desire to control me.
"I enjoyed myself during this visit and have decided to allow you to keep proving yourself to me. I want you to make arrangements to come to visit me next month and get yourself a hotel room nearby my house. If that goes well, I will consider letting you move to my town and get yourself a cheap run down apartment close to where I live so that you can serve me and do the chores I expect you to complete daily."
I was ecstatic at hearing that she was making plans for the future with me included as a strong candidate to be her slave, her property, her servant.
"Thank you, Mistress! I will make plans as soon as I get home and send you the details. I really enjoyed your visit as well and hope to continue to amuse, entertain, and serve you to the best of my abilities!" I replied.
I carried her bags to the check-in stations and stood behind her as she finalized her flight's boarding pass. Once the check-in was completed, she pulled me behind her by a belt loop to the TSA line and put my chin in a firm grasp with her fingers, then pulled up the belt loop harshly, giving me a wedgie. She softly slapped my face then gave me a hard swat on my bruised ass and said: "Behave yourself, pet. I will be checking on you and have one of the Dommes from the club who will come over to administer punishment if I feel that you have been naughty... or maybe if I just want to see some pictures of your red ass!" she smiled.
I watched from the upstairs gallery as she made her way through the TSA line, and waved goodbye with a tear in my eye as she disappeared into the corridor to the trams. I suddenly felt hollow and empty without her nearby and began to miss her immediately. My cock was vacillating between excitement from remembering all that had transpired during the course of the visit, and flaccid from the sadness of her departure.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed and I saw that Mistress Val had sent me a picture. It was a photo of me on my knees, ass up, with a butt plug in my tush, and bright red stripes from the cane across my ass and thighs. I lit up and smiled and sent her a thank you text and told her how much I was already missing her and wished her an easy flight.
I felt that I had reached a major step in the progression of becoming her slave, and that filled some of the emptiness and made me feel warm and thankful to her. I was excited to get home and make plans for my trip to her town to visit her and continuing to serve her. Her visit had gone beyond my wildest fantasies, and I was proud to have met most of her expectations. I felt closer than ever to becoming her property.
