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03
The sun, as it shone in through the bedroom window, gradually woke me and for a moment I had no idea where I was. I felt Miss Susan’s body next to mine and immediately remembered the exquisite torture she had put me through the night before.
With a smile I moved slightly so I could lie on my back. I placed my hands behind my head and closed my eyes once more. I didn’t want to fall asleep again, instead I thought through every moment of the previous evening, every word, gesture and feeling, because it was the only way I could convince myself they had all actually happened.
I finished with the moment Miss Susan had told me to lick my cum up off the floor. I was still feeling the after shocks of my climax, it had been the strongest I had ever experienced and all I really wanted was to lay in Miss Susan’s arms and do nothing. Instead, once she knew I was able to take it, she made me crawl and humiliate myself in front of her. The results of that humiliation though had surprised me. By the time Miss Susan helped me into her bed my cock was hard again, not as hard as it had been, but definitely on the way.
“Ahhh, the exuberance of youth. You are hoping for another round are you, my sweet boy?” Miss Susan was smiling and she ran her fingers up my dick, making me gasp out, as I felt her warmth against me.
“For tonight it will be cuddles only. You have done a lot today, all of it new, or in a new situation, I think sleep will come very quickly once you are comfy.”
“Yes, Miss Susan.” I was disappointed, but knew she was right. Now, twelve hours later, as I lay there, my cock just stirring slightly in it’s beginning of the day hardness, I wondered whether there would be anything more, or if I would be sent home, back to my own little life where nothing this exciting had ever happened to me.
Miss Susan hadn’t put any nightclothes on before she got into bed and looking at her as she slept, her body so graceful in repose, hair mussed up, her face totally relaxed and without make-up, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I watched her for a few more minutes before carefully climbing out of bed and heading for the bathroom; when I re-entered the bedroom she was awake and smiling at me.
“Good morning, my sweet boy, are you going to get back in?”
“Yes, Miss Susan.” I did as I was told and then watched while she took the same journey as me. It took her a little longer though, and I was just wondering where she had gone when she re-appeared with some soft looking material in her hands.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready to get up yet. I suggest you lie back and let me take over.”
I immediately did as I was instructed, not needing to be told a second time. As I lay there, my heart beating fast in my chest, she draped the material across my stomach and I realised it was a selection of long scarves.
“Lift your arms above your head.” There was no doubt about the strength in her tone and I followed her instructions without delay. I felt her tie my wrists to the poles on either side of the bed before doing the same with my ankles. She still had a couple of the pieces of material across my body and she slowly lifted them so they caressed my skin, making my muscles contract as she did so.
“These, my sweet boy, may be used later. This one, the darkest would go here.” She laid it across my eyes and even in its unfastened state my vision became severely limited. “This one, which is one of my favourites, could end up right here.” This time I felt the silky sensation across my lips, “While this one, well, here seems as good a place as any.” Miss Susan ran the scarf up my legs until it was under my balls and then she began to move it from side to side. The sensations were wonderful and my cock began to stand up, stirring slightly in time with Miss Susan’s movements.
“Hmmm,” even in that one sound I could tell that she had smiled at my reaction and then pulling the scarf upwards until my sack popped back underneath it and she began to wind it loosely around my hard dick before sliding it back off again.
“Ohhh!” I shuddered at the sensations I was experiencing. As much as I loved to feel my hand holding on tight and the throbbing that firmness produced, this lightness, this feather-like movement, was driving me towards a full erection just as quickly.
“I think it looks so pretty on your penis that I’m going to leave it there.” With that Miss Susan carefully tied it so it was firmly secured around the base of my cock and I discovered softness could also result in hard throbbing.
“I forgot I had this, but it could come in handy.” She pulled the scarf away from my eyes and I could see the bow she had tied around my hard rod and also the other thing Miss Susan had brought into the room, a Polaroid camera. Nowadays she would use a mobile phone, but they had yet to arrive on the scene, and so this was the only instant way to take pictures.
Carefully Miss Susan lined up a shot of me, smiling as she did so.
“I wonder if your sisters would like a copy of this?” The idea, which horrified me, still went straight from my brain to my cock and it got even harder.
“No, Miss Susan, please, please don’t send it.”
“Oh, why not? You look so cute, your little penis in a fancy wrapping, your hands and feet tied tightly, leaving your body open to me, your nipples just waiting to be pinched and pulled. After all you’ve told me, I’m sure they would love to see you like this.”
“Please, no, please.” I began pulling on my bonds, I loved my sisters, and they had shown me a side of myself I knew I couldn’t live without, but if they saw this, well they might want me to tell them all about it, might even want to tie me up in the same way, and I didn’t think I would be able to cope with that. The two of them had taught me well, but Miss Susan was so special to me, so wonderful, and I had begun to realise that there were things I no longer wanted them to know.
“Well, I will have to see how I feel. Of course, you may well be able to persuade me, with your actions this morning, that this is something we should keep between us, or between those people I choose to tell about it, other than your sisters.”
I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly; she was going to show photos of me to other people? Pictures of me with a bow tied around my dick, my arms and legs secured with scarves. How could she do that?
“Now, before I take any more snaps there are a few things we need to do. Let me see.” Miss Susan pulled open the drawer of her nightstand and took out a shaver, not one like I usually used but a ladies pink coloured one. As I watched in horror she began to remove all the hair from my armpits, skating the shaver back and forth until she was satisfied that they were smooth before moving on to my chest and removing what little hair I had there. I was sure she was finished but then, after sliding a pillow beneath me, and with a smile that could only be described as worrying, she moved further down, blew across the head of my dick and then began putting some thick pink stuff on me with a spatula! I cringed back from the cold, my cock retreating a little as well, and then my eyes opened wide as she also slathered it on down across my anus before finally putting everything on the nightstand and smiling.
“Now what shall we do for the time it takes to work?” Her smile was one of a cat that had found the cream, and planned to enjoy it. She leant forward and flicked my nipples, before gently running a long nail over my chest, down towards my dick, teasing me successfully even though I knew she wouldn’t want to touch the glop I was currently wearing.
Finally she prodded about with the spatula again before untying me and sending me off into the bathroom for a shower.
“And I don’t want to see any hair when you return, understand?”
“Yes, Miss Susan.”
I’m not sure how I kept my cool. All my hair was gone from around my ball sack as well as my cock and rear passage, I knew this because when I returned to the bedroom Miss Susan made me lie down again before she held up a mirror and then proceeded to move everything around until I had seen it from all angles.
“I don’t usually buy this in bulk, but I don’t want to run out. I’ll put it on my shopping list for next week.”
I didn’t want to know how often it would be done. I had an awful feeling though that it would become a part of a regular routine I’d rather not think about, so I just nodded and replied meekly.
“Yes, Miss Susan.”
“Now, that’s done, we can have some fun. How is your little penis feeling?” With that she flicked the top with her finger, sending pain radiating down the shaft.
“Arghhh,” I rose off the bed, but Miss Susan just looked at me.
“If I touch you, in any way on your penis or your testicles you will show your appreciation. Is that understood?” I nodded but soon realised that was not acceptable. “Answer my question.” She flicked the top once more, harder this time, and I shook in excitement and pain.
“Ohhh … oh, thank you, Miss Susan, it is feeling very full.”
“Really? And these?” Again she reached down, but this time took my balls into her hand before twisting them around so that they were no longer facing the way they should.
“Arghhh, please, Miss Susan … th … thank you, Miss Susan.”
“Please? Please what? Do you want more?” Now she was pulling them away from my body, the pain getting more and more intense, and then, at the same time, she suddenly took my cock into her mouth, sucking on the tip as she continued to torture me until I couldn’t process the feelings, the differing emotions, and I began to babble.
“Ohhhh, that’s wonderful … hurts so much … please, Miss Susan, don’t stop … no, no more, thank you, please…” My words faded away and slowly, her eyes on my face, Miss Susan sucked up my shaft until it popped out of her luscious mouth and stood proud. Now all I had left was the agony in my balls, but thankfully, after one more, not so gentle, tug, Miss Susan let them go too.
“You are definitely a pain slut, my sweet boy. Look at you, still all hard and ready for the next thing that is going to happen to you, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Susan, whatever you want to do to me. I … I love it.” I blushed as I spoke; somehow agreeing with what Miss Susan said was far harder than just going along with everything she did.
“I think so far you have had all the fun. Now it is my turn. I am going to give you five minutes to make me climax as many times as possible, think you are up to the task?”
I didn’t know what to say, or what was going to happen next. I had never been tied to a bed before, never been shaved either and so, naively, I had no real idea of how I was going to do as I had been told. I knew that my sisters could cum more than once, but I didn’t know how many times it could happen in five minutes. How would I know if I had been successful or not? What would happen if I disappointed her? My mind was in turmoil and then, with far more grace than I know I would have had, Miss Susan straddled my body and placed her fanny lips just out of reach of my own lips and tongue.
“I am expecting great things, Martin, after all, you did so well last night.” With that she lowered herself onto my face and immediately I was surrounded by her wonderful aroma, by the softness of her skin and I began to lick, backwards and forwards, lubricating everything before I really got down to business.
~*~
Miss Fiona and Miss Martha had introduced me to cunnilingus, taking me through each stage of the process over and over again, sometimes for hours at a time. Now, as I began to suck her labia into my mouth, I remembered and heard their voices.
“Don’t nip, not until I tell you to, ahhh, that’s it, mmm, suck me, ohhhh, yes, you are a natural.” Miss Fiona had me on my knees, my hands behind my back and my head between her legs. Miss Martha was sitting in a chair one hand playing with her own pussy, the other teasing her sister’s nipples as she lay back on my bed.
The softness of the skin was always a turn on for me, I loved the feel of it, the way it moulded itself around my tongue or parted for me as I ran the length from one end of her slit to the other. I could feel her begin to shake and knew I was about to receive my first reward, my mouth suddenly full of the most wonderfully tasting nectar, it always made me speed up and her shaking became bucking.
“My clit, now, as hard as you like.” I teased my sister; my speed was gone, I licked at a normal pace, keeping her going but not enough to take her over the edge. It was the only time I was in that position, I was in charge, not that I’d ever admit it! Finally I reached her little hard button and again I sucked, this time taking it into my mouth before running my teeth over it.
“Oh, God, Martin, don’t tease, you will be sorry, if you tease ... Arghhh!” Her words were cut off by my teeth finally taking hold of their target and this time I was flooded with juices as her body reared up on the bed, became rigid and then collapsed back into a flurry of tremulous movements.
~*~
Miss Susan tasted different, it wasn’t unpleasant, far from it, and I revelled in the tang as slowly I built up my speed, my intensity, just as I had been taught. I kissed along her wet, shiny skin and, as I raised my eyes for a second, saw her hands grasping her breasts, the nipples already tight and extended.
“Don’t stop, Martin, don’t stop.” I had no intention of doing so; in fact I was only just beginning. Last night had been wonderful, but this morning, as the sun shone on me and I began to suck on her petals I felt more at ease, this was my place and I intended to keep it.
I rolled my tongue as tight as I could and firmly ran it along the surface of her lips until it disappeared inside, sucking up juices like a small straw. My face was now close to her skin; I’d shaved the previous afternoon, in an effort to pass the time, and my stubble must have caused a pleasant friction because Miss Susan reached down and pulled me even closer.
“Rub me, not too much, but let me feel it.” Her words, coming out in short gasps, only spurred me on and as I fucked her with my tongue I let my chin move against her, my nose pressed up against her clit and my hands held in tight fists.
I don’t know how long I continued, I felt Miss Susan move forwards a little and I stopped the rubbing, but instead I traced my tongue up until it was nudging her clit, causing more moans and another pull on my hair.
“Use you fingers, push them in me, now!” Miss Susan moved off me as she spoke and I did as I was told, the squelching noises the action caused only making me more excited and I used my other hand on her clit, not hard, but firm enough to make her squeal out and I increased the pace of my two fingers forcing their way in and out, over and over, until her vagina began to tense up, to tighten, and then, after a moment when all was quiet and still, apart from the noises I was making, a torrent was unleashed, of words, actions and love juices.
“Oh, oh … I’m … now, Martin, don’t stop, cumming … cumming ARGHHHHH!” Miss Susan’s body arched up but I refused to relinquish my grip on her, instead I continued fucking her and playing with her, keeping her in suspended animation until she could take it no more and collapsed back onto the bed where her eyes closed and her body, for a minute at least, shut down.
~*~
I learnt during breakfast that Miss Susan was an interior designer. She worked at home because by the time she had driven into town all her ideas had evaporated into the smog and pollution. Her ambition, she said, was to become respected enough to be able to move out into the country, set up a studio there and not have to worry about the city at all.
That dream came true when she was chosen to work on one of the first reality DIY shows on TV, and now our home is a beautiful Tudor mansion on the edge of the New Forest, the stable block has been converted, she has a studio there and I have an office. I run a very successful builders’ merchants and specialist renovations company and have even appeared on shows with Miss Susan explaining some of the work that needed to be done before her finer details could be started.
The third stable in the row is kept locked during the day, or whenever we have business clients visiting us. When it is open though my life takes on a decidedly different hue, I am no longer the respected managing director, but a sissy slave who gets off on being humiliated, punished and sometimes even ignored totally.
I am jumping ahead though, which I wanted to do, but not quite so far. The day I have in mind began to get exciting and worrying as I finished clearing away the breakfast dishes about three months after that first meal and six weeks after I had moved in with Miss Susan. One of her friends, Miss Lucy, who knew my status in life, was also there, having stayed overnight. I had wondered what would happen, fantasizing a little about threesomes, extra humiliation and denial, but it had been instead an evening which I had spent alone, Miss Susan and Miss Lucy having gone into town to catch a show and a meal, activities I wasn’t included in. I had been asleep in Miss Susan’s bed when they returned, but I had set up the sofa in the lounge so that Miss Lucy wouldn’t need to do anything but wash and go straight to sleep.
“Well, my sweet boy, I’ve finished re-decorating your bedroom. I know you have been anxious to get in there, too anxious in fact. Before you are able to see it, there is the little matter of punishment for your inability to adhere to my instructions.” Miss Susan spoke to me as she ate her breakfast.
“Yes, Miss Susan.” I was standing beside my mistress’s chair, my duties over for the moment, and as my cock stirred in my panties Miss Susan saw it.
“Martin.”
“Yes, Miss Susan.”
“Are your knickers getting too small for you?” She reached out and grasped the head of my cock, squeezed it so I could feel her nails, and then let go. I had been horrified when Miss Susan had told me that I would only wear my panties to serve breakfast, just as I did when we were alone. That had been bad, but now she was talking about them and playing with me at the same time.
“I … I don’t think so, Miss Susan.” I had clenched my fists so I didn’t cry out, but I know the pain sounded in my voice.
“Oh, only they do look a little snug, don’t you think, Lucy?” Her friend nodded in agreement, enjoyment obvious in her eyes. “How long have you had those pretty things?”
“A week, Miss Susan.”
“And how long have you been wearing knickers?”
“Two months, Miss Susan, I think.” I wasn’t totally certain, and so looked up anxiously.
“Tell Miss Lucy why are you wearing them?”
I didn’t answer, my face flushed as pink as my panties and I looked down to the ground. I saw Miss Susan stand up and then felt the leather of her crop, which she always kept close by, as she placed it under my chin and raised my eyes to hers.
“I do believe I asked you a question. What happens when you do not answer these questions? Especially in front of visitors?”
“You beat me, Miss Susan.”
“Beat? Beat? That is such an ugly word. Chastise, Martin, I chastise you. So, this is your final chance, why are you wearing panties?”
If Miss Lucy hadn’t been there, hadn’t been smirking and enjoying my discomfort I think I would have been able to reply, but as it was my lips wouldn’t work, my brain refused to send the correct signals and I remained mute.
“Assume the position.”
I couldn’t believe Miss Susan would do this not in front of someone, and yet, as much as I would rather the ground swallow me up, my heart rate increased and I felt the familiar buzz of excitement that went with abject humiliation.
“Yes, Miss Susan.” I had various places where my punishments would take place. In the kitchen it was over the island. This was one of the most painful as the front was solid and each stroke of the hand, whip or cane smashed my dick against the wood, but painful or not my erection could not be kept at bay.
The dining area was sparsely but beautifully furnished, there was an octagonal shaped table with a middle leg that had base supports coming out from it. My position was to lie across the top with my legs spread wide. I was then attached by my ankles to two of the supports, leaving me vulnerable to whatever type of reprimand Miss Susan decreed.
The fact that the table was wooden in the middle with a clear glass outer rim only showed my reactions all the more clearly and, as I took up my position, Miss Lucy realised if she remained in her seat she had an uninterrupted view of all the action. Miss Susan walked round behind me and pulled my pink panties down to my knees, where they were stretched out, a constant reminder of why I was in this position in the first place.
“For your refusal to follow instructions this morning I will strike you ten times with the crop. You will be given the chance after five to tell Miss Lucy why you are wearing panties. Once they are done you will receive another ten.”
“Why, Miss Susan?” The breakfast things had been moved aside and I was now tied, my feet immovable and my hands, which had no actual support to be tied to, were grasping the edges of the table and I knew better than to move them so I was unable to look anywhere but straight at Miss Lucy.
“Are you questioning me?” Miss Susan ran the crop across my buttocks as she spoke and I shivered.
“No, Miss Susan.”
“Good, now as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, you will receive another ten for peeking in your new room before it was done. And don’t deny it, I know you have been in there.”
“Yes, Miss Susan.” My voice came out as a whisper, and I wished fervently that I hadn’t allowed myself to open the door and look at all Miss Susan had done for me while she had been out the previous evening. Now my shame at being caught was absolute and I knew I deserved that part of my punishment unreservedly.
“You will keep count.” With that the crop descended, forcing my body against the table and my need for a deep intake of breath.
THWACK
“One, thank you, Miss Susan, more please.”
THWACK
“Two, thank you, Miss Susan, more please.”
THWACK
Now they were really beginning to hurt and, as I continued to count, my voice wavered.
“Th … three … thank you … Miss … Susan, more please.”
THWACK
“Arghhh … please … Miss Susan … f … f … four … thank you.”
THWACK
The fifth one was the hardest so far and my tears were now dripping onto the table, my knuckles were white and I hurried my reply out so as not to annoy Miss Susan further.
“Now, my sweet boy, would you like to tell Miss Lucy why you wear panties?” Miss Susan ran her long nails over my hot cheeks as she spoke and the pain increased.
“Please … please, Miss Susan, don’t make me.”
“Very well, you will have another five, if you cannot tell then I will increase your punishment for this offence by five more and so it will go on until you do as you are told.” Miss Susan’s words hung in the air and I shuddered. My mistress was very strong, the force of each stroke would knock me off my feet if I weren’t supported by the table and I didn’t think I could cope with the extra strokes and then my bedroom punishment on top of that.
“I will try to tell her, Miss Susan.”
“I’m glad to hear it, you may begin. Oh, and as I expect you to play with yourself as you do so, I suggest you stand up.” My feet were released and I stood before my Mistress and her friend, my panties now around my ankles and my cock already throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.
My hand began to play with my shaft, a blush rushing up my chest and onto my face as I began to talk, explaining, maybe more than necessary, to Miss Lucy about what had happened.
~*~
The early stages of our relationship had been wonderful. Miss Susan had indeed sent me home on that first Monday, but only because she had an appointment to keep. As I worked for the rest of the week and was usually tired by the time I arrived home we arranged for me to once again spend the weekend with Miss Susan. Our weekend though began on Saturday evening and ended on the Monday.
This I told Miss Lucy as my hand moved gently along my shaft, which I now knew, thanks to Miss Susan’s tape measure, was almost six and a half inches long when fully erect. Gradually, over the first month I had been introduced to more and more things. The bulk of them to humiliate or hurt me and pleasure Miss Susan.
On the second Saturday evening I had once again cooked the meal, Miss Susan telling me how she enjoyed working in the kitchen, but was quite happy to hand the responsibility to me whenever I was there. After our meal was eaten I had been shaved again, and Miss Susan had told me to bend over the table for the first time.
“This, my sweet boy, is one of my favourite things. You will find out that it is one of yours too.” The words, although not a command, seemed to me to be an instruction I would do well to follow, although at that moment I wasn’t sure what she meant. Then I felt something warm drip down my bottom and I tried to stand, to move away.
“Oh no, you stay right there.” Her hand slapped against me and I froze just in time to feel her begin to rub a finger down between my cheeks until she stopped right on the tight little bud that resided there.
“Relax, my sweet boy, take a deep breath and push backwards.”
My hand was moving faster on my cock now and I tried to slow down. Miss Susan had been right, I did enjoy it, but that day it had been painful, painful and humiliating, and I’d loved it all.
“Ohhh, Miss Susan, no, not there, it hurts too much.” The finger up my anus was probing, feeling its way and I thought my legs would falter.
“Shhh, this is nothing, it will get easier and you will soon be able to take far more, and keep it in for as long as I tell you.”
“Arghhh.” Another finger had joined the first and I banged my fist on the table, “Please, Mistress, no … ohhhh!” I felt my cock lurch and saw, to my amazement, cum leak from its tip.
“That, my sweet boy, is your prostate! I can make you cum any time I like, and even with all your strength of mind, you won’t be able to resist.”
Just to prove herself Miss Susan massaged my prostate until I shot a load underneath the table, splattering it against the upright where it promptly began running down to pool on the floor.
~*~
“Please, Miss Susan, Miss Lucy, may I cum now?” I had never related my sexual escapades to anyone other than Miss Susan before and couldn’t believe how horny it made me feel.
“No, of course not. This is an exercise in punishment not reward.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Susan, Miss Lucy, please forgive me.”
“Continue and I will think about it.” The riding crop came down on my backside and I took a step forward.
“Thank you, Miss Susan, for reminding me of my place.”
~*~
I had been made to lick up my cum that day and from then on my anus was regularly violated. Miss Susan had been right, it did get a little easier with practice, and I did enjoy it. Sometimes, with clothes pegs on my nipples and my balls, my cock done up in a pretty bow, she would fuck my arse until I was almost incoherent with lust. I would beg on my knees to cum, licking her pussy, sucking on her wonderful tits, doing whatever she wanted, but almost every time I was denied and she would leave me alone without permission to touch myself and relieve the pressure.
That pressure had built up gradually, until six weeks ago she had tormented me for more than two hours. The pegs had been taken off and replaced over and over, the blood rushing back to cause pain, and then been restricted again, causing more pain. My cock, encased in silk from base to tip had been stroked, licked, flicked and had the scarf unwound countless times and in the end I had begged her to either let me cum or to stop. I had never asked Miss Susan this before.
She knew how much I loved her tits and held them in front of me, just far enough away that the tip of my tongue couldn’t reach them. I had been attached to the bedpost, sometimes standing, sometimes kneeling, depending on my mistress’s whim, but now I was leaning as far forward as I could.
“I will stop, even though you haven’t used your safe word, but not because you want to, but because I have some work to complete. You will stay in here until I call you.”
“Yes, Miss Susan.” She untied my wrists but left everything else attached to me, and made her way towards the door.
“You may not cum, my sweet boy, remember that.”
I wasn’t sure what to do; if I lay down on the bed I knew I would rub myself against the covers, dislodging the pegs and making myself cum all over the sheets. If I kept my hands in front of me I knew my cock would be held in a split second and so I paced, first of all around the bed, then back. I went into the bathroom, I even considered tidying it, but my arousal was such that it was a futile thought.
Finally, I returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed. The top drawer of Miss Susan’s nightstand was slightly open and I pulled it a little more until all her tiny, sexy knickers were exposed to my view. Without thinking I pulled the top pair out, they were pink, the lace was sheer and as I held them to my nose I inhaled the scent of her washing powder as well as a lingering aroma of her perfume.
I heard myself groan and before I knew it the silk scarf was on the floor, my cock was wrapped in the flimsy material and I was rubbing myself frantically knowing I wouldn’t be able to stop. The denial, along with the eroticism of Miss Susan’s underwear, sent me over the edge and my spunk shot out into the lace in four strong spurts.
For a moment I sat, trembling with the exertion of such a powerful ejaculation, and then, closing my eyes as I did so, I raised the panties to my lips and began to suck the cum from them.
“Well, this is a pretty sight.”
I turned quickly, losing my balance and falling to the floor, the messy knickers in my hand and cum on my lips as I tried to scramble to my knees and beg for forgiveness.
“So, you like my panties do you? So much, in fact that you disobey a direct instruction in order to play with them. Did I tell you that you were not to cum?”
“Yes, Miss Susan.” I couldn’t look up, but equally I couldn’t let go of my prize.
“And not only do I find that you have disobeyed, but you have rummaged through my belongings. Crawl to me!”
~*~
My hand was pumping again, my breath coming in gasps as I looked at my mistress and Miss Lucy.
“Please, Miss Susan, I need to cum, I … I can’t hold it.”
“Very well, you know what you must do, don’t you?”
“Yes … Miss Susan.” I picked up my knickers from the floor and wrapped them around my cock. Telling Miss Lucy was one thing, actually performing for her was another, and for a moment my excitement faded, but the feel of the material, the sensation as it slid up and down my skin soon began to work and my cock extended out from the end of the panties, hard, engorged and ready for release.
“Please …” I fell to my knees, my whole being was concentrated in my cock and I knew without her permission I would be in big trouble.
“What do you think, Lucy, should we allow him to ejaculate?”
Miss Lucy leant down and took a closer look at my dick.
“Oh yes, I think so, but only if he eats it all, every last drop, from wherever it lands.”
That was it, as I heard ‘yes’ I roared, and the first part of my load shot out and onto the floor almost two feet in front of me. The rest of my cum followed, some of it also hitting the floor, the rest running down to soak into my knickers. I carefully ran them up my now shrinking dick and caught every last drop before raising the panties to my mouth and sucking the creamy liquid in.
“I used my cane on him, front and back until I was sure that he had learnt his lesson.” Miss Susan took over the story, knowing I wasn’t able to form a coherent sentence, let alone finish my tale. “When I finished I realized he still had the knickers in his hand and that was when I decided if he liked them so much, he would wear them instead of me. I allowed him to wash and keep that pair, but not until he had worn them for the rest of the day. I told him I wouldn’t want them back, and every now and again I make him cum in them and then wear them, as he did that first time.”
“What, even to work?”
“Martin?”
“Yes, Miss Lucy, I always wear ladies panties underneath my overalls when I am working, I’m not allowed to wear pants any longer.”
Miss Lucy laughed. It was a pretty, sweet noise, but still I blushed. No one had known my secret, but now I had been forced to share. The excitement of that was making my heart continue to race, even after I had come down from my sexual high, and I wondered eagerly how long it would be before Miss Susan decided to tell someone else of our secrets.
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