"Relax, try to swallow it down."
What, Mistress can't mean it. Then I realise she does as she pushes firmly down.
I gag, cough and start to struggle again. Mistress releases the pressure for a little then pushes again. This repeats five or six times, I loose count. The repeated struggling coughing and even retching as I try to clear my throat. Tears are again rolling down my cheaks. I hate being sick, retching and feeling like this but Mistress continues. The cock isn't going away if anything its getting harder. Something in me gives and I find I've started to swallow. Its like a big mouthful of food. It goes down a bit further.
"Well done. Good boy, you can do it." Mistresses hand doesn't push down but it doesn't let me up either.
I realise I can't breath the cock is complete blocking my airways. I pull back and take a gasping breath. Then I feel Cindy push hard into me again. I swallow, it's definitely easier this time. Her pubes push into and tickle my nose. Oh god it's all in me. I swallow in surprise which gets another moan from Cindy. My arms are released and I feel strong hands grip my head. Cindy starts riding my head. Its hard but if I tome it right I can get a couple of breathes in. A few strokes later everything stops, the cock seems to swell slightly and I feel something going down my throat. I'm held for about 5 seconds before I realise what little air I've managed to get isn't enough. With my hands free I can struggle more forcefully and manage to push myself off and back into Mistress.
I'm dazed, gulping for air, huddled in a ball on the floor. Mistresses arms embrace me. "Well done, good boy. You did well for a first time." As she gently strokes my shoulders she looks up at Cindy. "Clean yourself up girl. Make yourself presentable."
From the corner if my eye I see Cindy gather her ruined panties wipe my saliver off her member then straighten up her dress and with difficulty get out of the hair and stand straight beside Mistress.
"Help me get him settled." Mistress states as she begins to stand.
"Up you get boy. Have a seat to recover. Your punishment is now over." Mistresses hand strokes my cheek as I start to move up to the chair seat.
I try to relax into the chair. As I lean back I feel the stinging of my back reawakened by the contact. It is manageable. I can relax as long as I don't try to move too much.
Mistress steps in, gives me a quick hug thenas her hands come back round she clips a seat belt across my lap.
Mistress steps back, waves at Cindy to stand up. What was she doing on her knees? They both turn and leave the room. The lights dim but don't go out.
I sit looking into space as I try to understand what has happened since I entered this house today. It doesn't want to straighten itself out. The office, the mistake, Cindy, the punishment. Oh my.
I'm not sure how long I stay there staring at not much but eventually I start to take note of my surroundings.
Directly to my left is a small stainless steel sink with white glass fronted cabinets above it and white cupboards below. Then moving round the wall there is what looks like a shower but the head is too small, round and bullet like rather than a spray head. In front of me is a large glass fronted cabinet with what looks like medical implements on the top shelf, leather items on the lower shelf and various black and skin toned plastic? and rubber? items on the middle shelves. One of the items is a black pile of laces with a glass handle. The flogger? I think Mistress was using on me. To my right is the plain white door Mistress left through. Beside that are a couple of IV stands. One has what looks like a hot water bottle hanging from it.
When I finally take notice of the chair I'm on l realise that beside the chrome and black leather look it is quite complicated. My ankles are actually strapped in to individual leg rests. I tentatively lean forward to try to release them but the straps are locked. My back starts to sting a little again. After a quick check I see that the end of the waist belt is also locked with some form of solid hasp.
As I check out the rest of the chair trying to move my back as little as possible, I see straps at the sides and back. I can also see a number of levers, all but one are out of reach. Unfortunately curiosity gets the better of me and I try to move it. When I do my ankles start to be forced apart taking my knees as well then the cushion I'm sitting on starts to move apart. No matter what I do to the lever the pressure is always outward. I'm left with my legs spread, the cage on my member hanging free, my thighs supporting most of my weight, my backside hanging over fresh air and my hands firmly gripping the arm rests to take the rest of my weight and my back aching as I force it into the padding. My heart is now racing.
It feels like i'm balanced like this for 5 or 10 minutes until I can relax and let the chair actually take all my weight. It isn't uncomfortable it was just surprising. I feel very exposed now.
A while later Mistress walks I to the room as the lights turn up to full brightness. She is wearing my black kitten heels again. As my eyes travel up she appears to be wearing a white doctors coat. It's buttoned up tightly from her knees to her neck. In one pocket is something black with laces but I can't make out what. Midtress doesn't appear to be wearing any make up but she still looks beautiful. Placing a hand on each arm of the chair she looks straight into my eyes. I see strength, happiness and a little puzzlement their. She slowly looks down to my exposed crotch then back up into my eyes. Her face is stern her lips are a thin line.
"You surprised me boy. I think you actually liked part of your punishment. Cindy was most happy in the outcome."
She steps back then walks over to the sink. "In fact I'm not sure it was actually a punishment for you. I've been thinking I would like to try something further."
She bends down to open the cupboard under the sink. I can now see that under the doctors coat she is wearing stocking with suspenders holding them up. She retrieves a tissue box with black tissues? sticking out. It's only when she pulls one out that I realise they are rubber gloves not tissues.
Putting the box down she takes another and then begins to put them on. A couple of snaps indicate they are in place. I can hear the slight crinkling and small escapes of air as she make two fists then relaxes her hands and smiles at me.
"You seem to derive pleasure with your mouth. I've been thinking I may have to use another opening. But you will need to be leaned first."
I sit dumb in the chair. My mouth starts to open and close but much though I want to say something, my brain just refuses to work. I can't think of anything else to say to that.
Mistress reaches over and gently rubs my cheek. Oh you poor dear. You really haven't lived have you.
