Mrs J Ch 03 Training Day

If you haven't read chapters 1 and 2, go back and start from the beginning. If you don't want to go back, I'll quickly recap it here, but it's a lot more fun to read it for yourself.

My summer was turning out to be amazing. A few days after getting home, I began an intense sexual relationship with a MILF from down the street, Mrs. Johnson. She'd heard about the torrential cumblast I unleashed on my classmate Chele. It turns out that Mrs. J was a wild woman with an insatiable appetite for sex. She lured me into her mind games, alternately enticing me and frustrating me. My cock had been up and down all day before she finally let me off her hook, letting me pump a huge load down her throat and all over her body. Then next morning, she treated me to the most intensely satisfying blowjob I'd ever had, shooting the entire load straight down her throat.

You're basically caught up.

After the amazing sex kitten blowjob this morning, she sent me home to recover, advising me to get some rest because she was going to keep me 'up' all night. I'd done as she said, taking a relaxing afternoon nap, having a big dinner and basically just recharging. The two ball draining orgasms she'd given me apparently took more out of me than just jizz.

After dinner, I made up a story about an overnight party with friends for my mother and headed down the street. Like before, I made my way to Mrs. J's place, slipping through the side gate into the backyard and to the kitchen door. I could see Mrs. J in the kitchen. I knocked, she looked up, smiled and came to the door. Unlike the super sexy babydoll she'd been wearing this morning, she was wearing her usual business suit. Tailored and modest but tight enough to be sexy at the same time.

She opened the door, let me in, closed the door behind me, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a big, soft, slow, wet kiss. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and sought out mine. While we kissed, her hand roamed my body, grabbing big handfuls of my ass and stroking my cock to semi-hardness in just a few seconds.

She slowly broke off the kiss, stepped back and quietly asked, "You ready for some fun? ". I nodded yes in reply. "Good." she said. She pointed down the hall and said, "Bathroom is down the hall. Go shower." I nodded. "And shave." she added, caressing my face. I nodded again. She rubbed my cock and balls and said "Everywhere. Take your time, be thorough. We're in no hurry, we've got all night. I'll

Be upstairs, getting myself ready for you." She gave me another slow, soft kiss. "You'll find everything you need in there," She pointed down the hall again. As I started moving, she groped my ass, getting a finger deep against my tight asshole and said, "and I do mean everywhere."

I went down the hall and into the bathroom. Nicer than any luxury hotel I've ever been in. There were fancy soaps and shampoos, shaving creams, a new razor, and big soft towels. There was a plush robe set out and a pair of black silk boxers. And there was a note that read 'Come upstairs when you're done, I'll be waiting.'

I did as she instructed. I manscaped regularly but I was overdue. I normally didn't worry too much about my backside, but her ass grab told me I should be more thorough this time. Once clean and hairless, I slipped on the boxers. They felt incredible sliding across my now super sensitive ball sack. I put on the robe and headed up the stairs.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw her standing in a doorway at the end of the hall. She was wearing a satin robe. She quickly stepped back into the room, out of my view.

I hurried down the hall and into the room to see her seated at her dressing table, brushing her hair. Her bedroom was huge, luxurious and inviting including a king size 4 poster bed, made up with black satin sheets, already turned down.

"Welcome to my boudoir." she said without looking away from the mirror. "Very few men have earned the right to be in here. You should feel honored."

"I do." I said, keeping my answer short, knowing she had more to say.

"You might not have realized it, but yesterday was something of an 'audition', and yes, you passed with flying colors. I was pleased to see for myself that the rumors about you were true. If anything, they didn't do you justice. You are an impressive young man, with... a lot... of talent and lots of potential. This morning's little encounter was a reward."

"Thank you." I replied. I knew that was high praise coming from a discerning critic. "I aim to please."

She chuckled at my response and said "I'm glad to hear you say that because pleasing me is exactly why you're here tonight. Did you get some rest and plenty to eat as I instructed?" I nodded. She went on, "I, on the other hand, hardly needed to eat all day, I got such a belly full of protein this morning." She smiled and gave me a wink.

She stood up and beckoned me over with a curled finger. I stepped over to her, reaching for the belt of her robe. She slapped my hand away, shaking her head and wagging her finger at me. "Not so fast, tiger." she scolded me.

She stepped toward me, opened my robe and pushed it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I was standing there in just the black silk boxers, my hardening cock tenting out the front. She giggled and lightly stroked it.

"Inspection time." she said sternly, "Drop 'em."

I did as she commanded, standing still with legs apart, arms out at my sides, eyes facing forward.

She took hold of my cock, moved it side to side and upward, rubbed me all over with the other hand, feeling the smoothness of my shaven skin. "Good," she said, "I'd say you've done this before." I nodded again.

She let go of my shaft. "Turn." she commanded. I did as she said, feeling her eyes on my bare ass. She ran a finger down the crack of my ass, tickled my hole and perineum, then reached under and lightly caressed my balls from behind, her lips fluttering kisses on my ass, getting closer and close to my hole.

"Well done." she said after a few minutes, then she put her hand on my back, and guided me to bend over. She dipped her face into my ass, ran her tongue firmly and quickly around my tight hole and then rapidly, repeatedly plunged it into me. That was a new one for me. My cock shot straight to attention.

She took a jar from her dressing table, opened it and scooped out a healthy dollop of white cream. As she spread it on both of her hands, she said, "I think you'll enjoy this. I know I will." and then slathered a thick layer gently all over my rigid cock. As she continued to work it up and down my length, paying special attention to the head and the tip, she explained, "This works much better on smooth skin." She ran her fingertips lightly around the ridge of the head, and along the underside. She gripped the shaft firmly and jerked me a few times. She grabbed another gob of cream, spread it all over my balls and pressed into every wrinkle of my sack. 'Turn." she said like before. I turned and she took another dollop and rubbed it deep into my hole and then firmly inserted a finger, deep, working the cream deeper into my ass.

She turned me back around, rubbed a bit on each of my nipples. She then lowered her head toward my cock and gently blew on the head. It was cool and tingled. "I've found that this cream, generously applied, provides a great benefit and really enhances pleasure." She said as she lifted my shaft and blew on the underside, even more cool tingling. Still holding me up, she slipped down under me and blew on my balls, the sensation was incredible. I felt my balls climbing upward as the sack involuntarily contracted. "Almost done." she said as she turned me around again. She spread my cheeks, and blew on my hole, the cool tingling sensation growing in intensity across my entire groin.

Satisfied with her work, she rose, opened the front of her robe a bit, wrapped her arm around her ribs, propping up her tits and drew my face down into her cleavage. Her nipples hard and just ripe for the taking. I feasted on her for a few minutes, as she spoke softly, encouraging me and directing me, her nipples responding to my touch and tongue, her breathing becoming rapid.

As I devoured her tits, she very, very lightly ran her fingers up and down my shaft. She ever so lightly tickled my sack. After a few minutes, she pushed my shoulders, guiding me backward and forcefully pushed me down onto the end of the bed as she said, "Sit."

She stepped back, undid the belt of her robe and it dropped to the floor around her. I sat and stared, drinking in the vision before me.

She was wearing a black leather corset with a bit of a bra shelf pushing her tits up and forward. Her nipples were hard and jutting toward me. No panties.

I should also note, there wasn't a wrinkle or a stretch mark anywhere. The woman took exceptional care of herself and her appearance.

She let me stare for a moment and then began to speak.

"As I mentioned earlier, yesterday was a little test, and as I said, you passed. This morning was a reward. A treat. A recognition of my appreciation. The incredible bellyful you gave me tells me that you found it satisfying." I nodded emphatically yes.

"I see. I pride myself on knowing what my lover wants and providing it and fulfilling their fantasies and desires." she said with a smile.

Her expression then turned more serious, and she continued "That blowjob was all about your pleasure. Tonight's activities are all about my pleasure. Do you understand?" I nodded, slowly.

"Tonight, I am your master. You are my slave. You are here to please me in whatever way I desire. You will call me Mrs. Johnson, or Mistress. Do you understand?" she was reading me the rules.

"I'm here to please you, Mrs. Johnson." I said flatly, repeating her words.

"Good boy." she replied. "There are a few more things you should know. First, I am going to require a lot from you tonight. While your cock is impressive and your loads are awe-inspiring, your stamina and your focus have not been proven and they will be of the utmost importance if you are to be able to meet my needs properly. So, I've taken the liberty to provide you with a bit of assistance."

I wondered what she was talking about. I think I tilted my head like a dog listening to its owner. She read the confusion in my expression, gave me a little smile and said, "The lotion I applied to your delicious package a few minutes ago is a mild numbing agent. Harmless and temporary, but highly effective. It's taken effect already. Go ahead, see for yourself. "

I rubbed my cock. I felt something, but not much. I squeezed it hard. I felt a little pain, but not nearly as bad as I'd expect. It was weird and a bit frightening. I was a little freaked out.

"Don't worry, slave. It'll wear off soon. But... I may decide to apply it again if I deem it necessary." She continued, "I intend to experience a great deal of pleasure tonight. Any pleasure you enjoy will only be on my command and with my permission. As such, you may only come when I say so. If you even attempt to come without my permission, our fun here tonight is over and perhaps entirely. Understood?"

As enjoyable as the night was shaping up to be, it was also going to be a challenge. I nodded in agreement. "Yes, Mistress." I said with confidence.

"Slave boy learns quickly." She stepped up to the bed, between my legs, lifted a leg and placed the heel of her shoe lightly on my semi-flaccid cock and said, "Just so we're clear, this cock belongs to me tonight, you may not touch it without my permission. Disobey me and the night is over." She didn't even expect a reply. "You may beg me for release, and I'm sure you will before the night is over. I expect to come many, many times tonight. You will only come once, and only if you have pleased me. You will come when and where I command."

And with all that said, she pushed me back on the bed, climbed up on top me and placed her knees alongside my head, her pussy inches from my face, the lips glistening above me. Looking down at me, she smiled and then without a word of warning, dropped down hard, rubbing her soaked labia all over my lips and cheeks and her clit against my nose. I could see her above me, head thrown back in ecstasy and I could hear her breathing heavily and moaning with each thrust of her hips. I could just barely breath, my nose and mouth now full of her scent. She kept at this through two orgasms, grinding her hips and pressing my head down into the mattress and repeatedly flooding my mouth with her cum.

Briefly sated, she relented, leaving me gasping for air. I moved to get out from under her and she quickly sat her weight down on my chest and simply said, "No, slave."

She reached down behind her and grabbed my cock and balls in one hand, gave them a hard squeeze. I gasped at the sudden pain.

She chuckled. "The cream does an excellent job numbing pleasure, but it doesn't seem to do as much for pain."

She released her grip on me, slid down and ground her pussy against my cock and began kissing me aggressively, clearly enjoying the taste of herself.

She reached down between her legs, fondled me for a few moments bringing me back to full hardness and then placed the tip of my cock at the opening of her pussy and thrust her hips back, impaling herself on to me in one quick movement. She gasped at the intense sensation. I barely felt a thing, the effects of the cream blunting any sensation. She smiled at my lack of response. "The cream works well on you. Without it, you'd probably have filled me up with your load by now."

She bent down, elbows at my ears and lightly her pressed lips against mine. Her eyes were open and staring directly into mine. She slowly began moving, her hips rising and falling with a little twist and a squeeze from her pussy at the edges of the motion, creating a slow wave-like motion. Her breathing was slowly increasing until a few minutes later she was slamming her pussy down on me as hard she could, using me as a dildo, fucking herself senseless, thrashing through several more orgasms. I could only barely feel her grip on my shaft, and I was in no danger of coming so I could easily focus on the movement of her body. Lying beneath her as she wracked her body against me, I marveled at the sounds she made and feeling of her breath on my face, her nipples brushing against my chest, the heat and wetness of her thighs against mine.

Finally exhausted, she rolled off me. She was drenched with sweat, her hair matted to her forehead. She laid down next to me, eyes closed, her legs still shaking.

After a few minutes, her breathing slowed, she opened her eyes, smiled at me and reached her hand to me. She stroked my arm, and my chest, down my stomach and took hold of my now semi-flaccid cock.

"He did a good job." she said quietly and began to stroke me back to hardness. She moved up onto her knees and took me into her mouth. Slowly and softly, she began to swirl her tongue on the head, just holding me up by the base. She lapped at it like an ice cream cone for a while, increasing her tempo and starting to stroke me as my hardness increased and my breathing along with it. She quickened her pace, intently focused on the tip of my cock as I began to move my hips, urging more of my cock into her mouth. She kept her distance, not taking me in, just flicking her tongue around the head. I was starting to shake. I'd been hard for a couple hours and need release. As she predicted, I began to beg her to make me cum.

'I'm so close. Please, suck me.' I whispered.

She slowed her tempo to agonizingly slow, lazy swirls and no stroking. My urgency subsided. She maintained this action for a minute then she ratcheted it up again. And again, she brought me to the edge. And again, I begged, knowing that she wouldn't give me the release I needed. And again, she slowed her tongue.

"Please, let me come. I'll come so hard; it will be amazing. My cum will paint the ceiling." I remember her directive to call her Mistress or Mrs. Johnson.

"Mistress, I'm in agony, please, one good suck and I'll pop. I'll do anything. Anything." I cried.

And with that, she immediately stopped everything. She quickly straddled me, took my hands, lifted them over my head, and before I realized what was happening, had both wrists cuffed together, the chain looped in the railing of the headboard. She smashed her pussy down on my face again for a moment, then hopped off the bed, came around the bottom, and cuffed my ankles as well. I was too shocked to even resist.

She quickly walked over her dressing table, grabbed the jar of numbing cream and returned to the bed. My heart was pounding, I looked over with tears in my eyes. "Please let me cum. Once?" I begged again. I knew it was pointless, but I couldn't help it. She smiled and applied a thick dollop to my quivering rod, the effect almost immediate. She smeared the cream all over my balls and into my ass.

"You remember what we agreed, yes?" she asked as she worked.

"Yes, Mistress." I said meekly, resigned to my fate.

"I hated to restrain you, but you would have broken your word, and our fun would be over, and I am not done with you yet.' she said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "The cream is helping but you need to focus. The restraints will help you focus."

"I must admit. I was very tempted. Your pleas were compelling. And I truly would have loved to see the geyser of cum you would have made. We will try that later." she said, all with a casual tone like we were having a lunch conversation. "I don't know about you, but I need a shower."

She stood up, stepped over to her dressing table, put the cream down, put on her robe, she turned to me, helplessly locked to the bed and said, 'I'll be right back."

She went into the master bath. I heard her start the shower and get in. A few minutes later, I heard the familiar sound of her achieving climax. Moments later, the water shut off and a little while later, she returned to the bedroom wrapped in her robe.

"Hi, honey" she said upon reentering the room, as if she was surprised to see me there. "I always find a shower to be so rejuvenating. And I get so horny in there, the water jets just do that to me." she giggled.

She dropped the robe. She was wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of tight, transparent pink panties. She pointed to them, turned around to show me the transparent backside and then faced me again. "You like?"

"Yes, I do." I replied, "I'd like to see them up close."

"Well okay then" she replied cheerfully, and hopped up onto the bed, straddled me, pulled them tight against her pussy, then she fingered herself through the panties in front of my face, soaking them, showing me her wet pussy, then she stood, turned and dropped back down, her ass inches from my face. "I really love the transparent backside" she said, "makes my ass look completely delicious, don't you think" and then sat back and pressed her soaked panty clad ass onto my face and wiggled it around. She did this for a minute and then got up, took off the soaked panties, draped them over my face, walked to the door, shut off the lights and walked out of the room.

Cuffed to the bed, in darkness, with her wet panties on my face, I just laid there and inhaled the delicious smell of her.

"Wake up Slave," she said quietly and "time for round two." more abruptly when my eyes opened.

I'd fallen asleep. I had no idea how for how long but clearly a deep sleep because when she woke me, she'd already straddled me, and her pussy was inches from my face.

She'd released me from the cuffs.

She was back in the leather corset, but now the outfit was complete with a tiny black lace g string, black stockings, heels, gloves and a choker with the word Mistress on it. I could feel there was a collar on me. I assumed it said 'Slave'.