Soon dinner was over; the conversation did not lag as I put away this big steak that was in front of me and some salad and green beans. My Mistress told me the steak was from right down the road from a friend that raises cattle, and the fresh produce was from right there on her farm, she said she trades some of her produce for the meat. The meal was sooooo good! I was feeling like a new man, actually I was a NEW man, this whole day felt so different to me but so real and “where I needed to be” in this moment in time.
My Mistress let Captain out, and then she asked me to follow her to the bedroom. My cock had been thick and semi hard all through dinner and it was growing more now in anticipation as I walked behind her. She dropped her robe and I could plainly see now that unlike before when she was naked under the robe, she had on a sexy outfit. She had on a black leather bustier that her breasts were on. I say on, not in, because they were like on a shelf, her nipples and her shape just pushed up, and out there as an offer. But with my Mistress I knew it was not just an offer, they were being displayed as a possible reward. She had on some black short shorts, I think they were some kind of black rubber, and they were skintight. She motioned me to go to the bed and she said, “Sit”; it was very much a command. I sat obediently and watched, but the truth of the matter is that even if I wanted to, I could not take my eyes off her. She turned her back to me and started going through a drawer in a chest of drawers that were not too far from me. The room itself was not big, but not too small either. There was a ceiling fan going keeping it cool, the windows that were on the far side of the bed were drawn with heavy curtains over them. There was a small bathroom off the bedroom, but I could tell it was no more than a toilet and a sink and nothing more. The bathroom I had taken my bath in was the main bathroom of the house. I was looking at what she was doing; I could tell the drawer was full of adult toys, because I could see the head (pun) of some them poking up into my vantage point as she looked for what she sought. I soon saw what she had grabbed as she hiked one of her strong legs up so that her foot was on the cedar chest at the foot of the bed and I watched as she strapped on a cock. And oh my God, what cock it was too. It was at least 9 inches long and THICK! It was black and matched her outfit; I could tell she was doing this for the visual affect as well as …… well as well as give me a fucking I would never forget. Oh my, I know my eyes must have mirrored what a deer looks like caught in the headlights of a fast moving Truck. It took her asking me something twice to have me snap out of it. “Do you want me to get my crop?” “No Ma’am, I mean Mistress, I am sorry……, pardon me?” With that I was not quick enough it seems, because she walked over to the other side of the bed and got the crop and told me to get on my hand and knees on the bed. She spared me no mercy as she brought that crop down on my upturned ass. I could feel the welts start even as the rear was smacked a number of times. Once even my balls got a bit of it since they swung a little under me and that was excruciating pain which made my eyes water. I wanted to ball up in the fetal position, out of my pain, and also my shame for letting my Mistress down, but I stood there on my hands and knees and took it. I could not see her as she swatted at me, but I could imagine her whole body swinging, her breasts rocking over their shelves of her outfit, and her cock swinging back and forth, angry and hard.
Soon my whipping was over, and I heard her walk out and the door close behind her. I kept my position there, and did not move, though I worried that I had displeased her so much that I would be left there alone. Alone again, this time not bound, but in the binds that I created in my mind. I could hear the water in the other room running, I did not know what was going on, but I heard the footsteps of her bare feet on the hardwood floors of her house. I had time to take in her room a little more. The bed I was on was a queen-size, and there was a doggy cot in the corner of the room, which I imagined was Captains. The bed was what they call a cannon ball four-poster. It had four thick posts that did not go up very high – about chest high if I stood next to the bed, that were topped with a small wood carved ball that was roughly the size of a cannon ball during the civil war.
The door soon opened and I heard her light friendly voice say, “I just wanted to do the dishes so that they would not have to be done in the morning.” Good, it did not sound like she was too angry, her hands were outlining the welts that were on my ass. “I think you will be listening to me now, isn’t that right “A”?” “Yes Mistress” I answered back still in my doggy stance looking at the wood headboard. She reached under me and started milking my cock with her hand. My hard on was getting so used to her hand stroking me, and I knew that she wanted me to cum again. “How many times a day can you cum “A”?” “I have cum as much as six times in one day Mistress, three of those times in a session masturbating myself in a two and a half session, and the first time masturbating in the morning in the shower, and the last three with a woman that was my sub in a hotel room late in the afternoon.” “My, My, My, you can cum a lot, can’t you? Do you always cum as much has you have with me today?” I could feel her expert hands working on me as she talked, it is like she had the most silken hands, they must have had some oil on them after she had done the dishes; there were no calluses on her hands though you could tell they were strong. I felt her other hand pull out my butt plug as we continued to talk. “Yes, Mistress, I do cum about the same amount each time, I don’t know for certain, I have never measured, but it looks about the same to me.” Her fingers (two) replace the butt plug and she is massaging my prostate as I am about to cum. “Can you control your cum? Can you not cum if I get you really close?” “No Mistress, I think if I get to a point it will come weather I want it to or not.” With that she said, “OK” and then got off the bed behind me and walked off again. I was so close too, this was torture, my balls still ached from when they were hit (I don’t think she meant to hit me there, but it hurt) and my cock was so hard, and my ass was feeling empty, I wanted her to fuck me more in my ass. I almost wanted anything in my ass, and would of told her that if she asked. Soon she came back, and she had a pie tin with her that she put under my cock as she got up on the bed again I could hear her putting something on her hands. It was more scented oil, her hands felt so good, both on my cock again and on in my ass. I felt more stretched out now in my ass, I assumed that she had three fingers in me and I could feel her push into my with her weight and I could almost feel her breasts brush against my back as she fucked with her fingers. “I want you to cum in the pie pan for me “A”, don’t worry I will aim you, OK?” “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.” “Do you like the taste of your own cum?” “I have tasted it before Mistress, and I love it, I actually crave the taste of cum at times.” “I like the taste of you –what was on my hand from earlier today and what I tasted off your chin, I want to share more of your delicious cum with you, cum now for me.” “Yyyyyes Mistress.” I know my voice was getting quakier. I told her I had cum times before, but the last two cums I have had for her were intensive, the last one just an hour or so ago, but I could feel it rising in me, and I was going to explode for her again. Her fingers were deep in me, fucking me hard as I came this time. I could hear the shot of my cum hit the aluminum pie dish on the bed below me, milking me like one would a prized cow in the morning, my cock felt like it was being milked like an udder. Or perhaps I was her prized bull? My cock still oversensitive from cumming was in her hand being milked as I was catching my breath and my growls were becoming less and less, “I love how you growl when you cum, do you like cumming for me?” “Yes Mistress, I love it, I am yours.” “Yes you are “A”, and now I am going to claim you, but you have to get off the bed and stand to the side of it.”
I hopped off the bed, not fast but as fast as I could, I could feel my muscles screaming at me, and my butt was sore from her fucking and her crop, but again my ass felt empty, and I wanted to feel her cock in me, even though I knew that it would most likely rip me apart. She pushed me to my knees in front of her, her big black cock in front of my face. “Take your cum and coat it up good.” I was in the act of picking up the pie dish with my cum so that I could pour it onto my Mistress’s cock, but she then told me, that she wanted me to do it with my mouth. So I took the pie pan to my lips and tilted it high up so that the thick fluid of my cum would pour out into my mouth. Once there I kept it in my mouth and then in turn took my Mistress’s cock into my mouth as well. I took the cum that was thick on my tongue and applied it to the cock using my lips to push it up and over the cock, knowing that now this would be the lubrication to get this monster into my ass. I took my hands and with my fingers circled the shaft and got the cum all the way down to the base since I could not take that cock that far into my mouth. It was coated well as my Mistress ran her fingers through my hair and looking down in admiration of what she had just made me do. “OK, now stand up and lean over the bed.” I did, my body on the bed, my feet at that angle did not have a great purchase on the floor, this bed was higher than my bed at home, I could not quite be on my knees while putting my body on this bed. Actually the bed came up to just a little below my hips. My cock was up and flat against my belly, as I lay there exposed for my Mistress to “claim” me.
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