It was 14 weeks after giving birth to my first baby that I made a long awaited return to my bull. We had taken a break for most of my pregnancy and I had really been missing my time with him.
My Husband and I had advertised in the usual places for a regular partner for me after one too many disappointing hook ups. Greg was the outstanding respondent. A college lecturer in his mid forties, he was originally from the Highlands and spoke with the most mellifluous Scottish baritone. Fair haired with a neatly trimmed beard and strong blue eyes, Greg was a physically imposing specimen. Tall and thick-set, He was a competition road racer with powerful cyclist's thighs that I could barely fit my hands around.
His glorious cock was in proportion to his large frame but his balls! Oh my God, they were huge, like Quail's eggs. His sack could've been grafted from a horny Ram. The embodiment of his manliness, virility and sexual potency.
It wasn't just his physicality that was a turn on though. Greg was naturally dominant and assertive but could also be charming, courteous and caring too. I felt cosseted and protected when I was with him. I was so excited to be his slut.
Although he always insisted on taking me bareback, Greg had not fathered my baby. Neither however had my Husband. That's a story for another day though.
The weekend away at Greg's place was something of a "push present". My lovely husband took the Friday off work to look after my baby and allow me to get ready. They were going to visit his Parents so I knew my Mother in Law would take good care of them both. My frenemy Justine got a new Audi after giving birth but for me, two nights under my bull was the most thoughtful and generous gift I could have asked for.
It was one of those beautiful sunny afternoons we sometimes get in early May. I picked out a little flower print cotton dress, paired it with mid-heeled tan sandals and not much else. I always enjoy the freedom of going braless. Besides, all my pretty ones were now too small for me.
When the taxi arrived to take me to the train station, my Husband knelt to fasten my anklet then reached up under my dress, symbolically slipped my knickers off then kissed me goodbye.
I started to get properly excited on the hour or so long train journey. The heavy steel collar Greg presented me with on completion of my training was safely stashed in my overnight bag. The memories of what I'd done to earn it had me wet before we reached Oldham.
When I arrived at Greg's flat he had bought a lovely gift for my little boy and a bottle of bubbles. We wet the baby's head and were soon having a lovely kiss and a cuddle on his sofa. I'd been so looking forward to being in his strong arms again but also, to be frank, to getting seriously fucked.
As heavy as the petting got however Greg was resolutely refraining from making the decisive move. Our dates had often involved a theme, some form of role play or dress up and always a thrilling Sub/Dom power imbalance. My obvious desperation meant that dynamic developed quite organically on this occasion. Stroking his dick through his jeans I eventually pleaded, "Please?" looking up at him with pathetically doe eyes.
Greg smirked like he'd won then masterfully instructed me to stand and undress. I bounced up and gleefully obeyed, methodically undoing the buttons down the front of my dress before letting it slip to the floor. I kicked it aside leaving me standing naked in just my heels and "SLUT" anklet.
He shook his head disapprovingly.
"No underwear?"
I loved this game.
"No Sir" I replied with faux shame.
I was freshly shaven and felt exquisitely exposed to his gaze. My labia had been stretched during the birth and were now a little longer and more ragged. Although my pussy wasn't quite as neat as it had been, I was really quite proud of my new lippier look.
"Inspection position" He ordered.
His authoritative tone of voice sent a delicious shiver through my naked body instantly crimping my nipples.
I spread my legs wider and placed my hands behind my head.
Greg raised himself from the sofa and, towering over me, fastened my collar before slowly walking around me.
"Bend at the waist"
"Sir"
I did as I was told, sticking my backside out.
Master reached between my legs, took hold of my inner lips and gave them a firm tug.
"What happened here?" he inquired disdainfully, as if I'd presented him with some shoddy homework.
"My baby Sir, he was nearly 10 pounds" I answered apologetically.
He flicked dismissively at my poor labia but didn't remark further.
"Kneel" he commanded.
"Thank you Sir" I responded humbly.
As he'd trained me to, I knelt at his feet with the palms of my hands upturned, tilted my head back and opened my mouth. Greg unbuttoned his jeans and placed himself in my eager mouth. He wasn't fully erect but as I hungrily sucked, licked and generally worshiped his manhood it was soon rock hard. He took my head in his hands and pushed his knob to the back of my throat, holding it there until I gagged. I gasped for air when he took it out.