Pet (1)

“Comfortable, pet?” Her voice was soft and crooning.

He shook his head. He was definitely not comfortable.  He was tied tightly, and spread across the bed. His belly was resting on a pillow, thrusting his butt up into the air.  Not at all reassuring. Not at all “comfortable”…and he was certain she knew that. Counted on it, even.

He couldn’t move, other than his rapidly beating heart, and his nervous attempts at swallowing. She’d even gagged him. He’d seen those porn girls wearing them, thought how sexy they looked, teeth gleaming around the red or black balls lodged deep in their hot, sexy mouths. He’d never realized how …disquieting it was…to not be able to communicate, let alone how hard it was to swallow. Not comfortable. Not sexy.

There wasn’t much sexy about his mouth, anyway. She disagreed, of course, often murmuring endearments about his mouth as his tongue slipped along her wet slit, as his lips sucked and nuzzled along her folds, as his teeth grazed carefully at her clit.

She loved the service of his mouth on her pussy; and he enjoyed every succulent taste of her. In effect, it was a gift that sated them both.

But yesterday had been a mega-fuck up. Or as they said in those blogs he read sometimes, a clusterfuck.

He’d meant to get her car looked at, and that task had completely slipped his mind. As the mercury climbed into the mid-90’s, he gazed out of the steaming city from his office windows. Glad to be inside out of the heat. He’d watched the heat shimmers on the rooftop across the street. Man, it was steaming  out there. He turned back to the work on his desk, when the whirlwind crashed in.

His door had slapped open and shut, as his Mistress had stormed through them. She was red-faced, and perspiring. And that was the moment he remembered that he’d neglected to have the a/c in her car checked.

Oh. Fuck.

He’d given her the keys to his car, and she’d left without a word, just that look.

Oh. Fuck.

He’d driven home, windows down, but suit and tie still in place. She’d texted him that he could not undress from his office attire until he got home…she wanted him just as uncomfortable as she had been earlier.

His face had been red as a tomato, and he was sweating profusely when he finally got through the evening commute. She’d greeted him at the door, and slipped his dog collar around his neck.

“You’ve been such a bad boy today. I’m going to need to punish you.”

“Well, Mistress, that ride home was pretty uncomfortable…” he began.

“No, pet, no. That was merely to level the playing field. To help you understand how unpleasant it was for me to get to my meeting with my pantyhose soaked, my underwear soaked, and my hair in disarray. No, pet, there will be … a reckoning. But not tonight. I’m too hot and too tired to give a fuck tonight. Pun intended. Instead, tonight you will keep your cock cage on all night, no relief.  And I believe I want several orgasms. Mouth, fingers, toys…but no cock. ”

And he’d obliged, giving her beautiful pussy his full attention. He’d licked and sucked and lapped with care and grace, he’d finger fucked her, even finding a new spot inside of her to drive her up and into a powerful orgasm.

Cleaning her up from that release had made his face wet and sticky….and his cock hard within the cold, uncaring confines of his cage. It hurt, and swiftly brought him to heel. He tried to think of unappealing things…cleaning the cat pan, doing the dishes, mowing the lawn.

Eventually he calmed down enough that his raging hard-on sagged, and he had some blessed relief…though not the kind that he really liked.

Still.

Having her control him this way? Hot. Intense. Satisfying, even unsated as he was.

Or perhaps…because of it?

He had fallen asleep wondering if it was weird to simultaneously long for, and dread, the morning.

Playing

for Tightly Bound…just because I said I would….nilla

 

He had no idea what to expect. She’d glided into the room, patted him on his shoulder, told him to rise and follow Her upstairs. Always hopeful that this would be the day she would let him inside of Her, let him cum buried deeply in Her sweet cunt, he followed his Mistress, smiling. He loved to watch Her ass as She moved up the stairs, imagined Her smooth curves, the pouting cuntlips. Envisioned licking and suckling those lips, making Her croon with delight. Just thinking about it caused his cock to twitch hungrily, and the rising tide of lust was quickly attacked by the teeth around his ‘guilded cage’ as She called the chastity device he wore.  He gritted his teeth against the pain, then, letting it well up through his cock, into his balls, through his midsection, he embraced the pain. He got such a rush from just being horny, but perhaps this time She would let….

His musing thoughts came to an abrupt end as She opened the bedroom door.

“Get dressed.” Her order was  given in silken tones, but firm.  He looked on the bed where She was pointing…but all he saw was a dress, and heels and…wait! These things were waaaaay too large for Her…he stopped, stared at Her in disbelief. Shook his head, ‘no,no,no…Mistress, please no!” he knelt at Her feet, pushing his head into Her crotch, but She pushed him away.

“Dress, or be punished.”  She turned towards their bathroom. Turned Her head to look over Her shoulder at him. “And then, after your punishment, you’ll be dressed in that, anyway.”

He was alarmed. He had always had this fantasy of dressing up in drag, but to do this, and go out in public? What if someone he knew saw? He looked again at the closed bathroom door, then stood, resigned, and began to remove his clothing.

He sat at Her dressing table, as She expertly made his face up.

“You’re one pretty thing!”  She cooed at him, enjoying the flush that rose to his cheeks. She finished applying the lipliner, handed him the scarlet tube of lip paint and watched while he slowly, painstakingly applied it. He stood at Her gesture, the skirts of the long black dress swirling around his ankles, while the strappy black shoes raised him even higher than his normal 5’8″. Still, he did make a nice looking woman, if he did say so himself.

“I dunno,” he said, dubiously, looking at himself in the mirror. “Does this dress make my ass look big?” She laughed, then took his arm and led him downstairs and to the car. In the car, She bound his ankles and his wrists with matching  black silk scarves.

“It’s all in the accessories, sweetling”  She said with a wink. He could feel his cock swelling as She leaned across him, fastening his seat belt. She knew exactly what was happening, and smiled at him, brushing Her lips lightly across his exposed chest.

“Love your boobage, ” She said with a wink. He looked down. He supposed it was an impressive chest, but he really preferred his Mistress’ …boobage.

“I like yours, better,”  he said with a smile, catching an eyeful of Her beautiful tits.

“How’s Our cock feeling?”  She asked, rubbing Her hand over his caged flesh. “Having some serious hard-on there, aren’t you? That’s going to hurt, you know!”  And She laughed and withdrew from the car. He groaned. His cock was throbbing. Between Her outrageous teasing, and the teeth of the cage, he was in for a very long, painful night.

She got into the driver’s side of the car, and headed out-of-town. He knew better than to ask where they were going, not that She’d tell him anyway. After a 30 minute drive, they pulled into the driveway of a lovely home. He knew they were in the ‘burbs, but not exactly where. There were 6 or 7 other cars in the driveway and parked along the edge of the front lawn. She came around the car, and released his seatbelt, and his ankle tie. She took the scarf that had bound his legs, and wrapped it around his eyes, careful not to smudge his makeup, She told him. He grimaced. He felt Her hand on his arm, guiding him from the car, up the walkway to the front door. From inside was the sound of music, laughter, and voices.

“Play party” he mused, silent. “And I’m in drag.” He wondered what he was in for. He felt the whoosh of air as the front door was whisked open, and a woman’s voice greeting Mistress.

“Oh, you brought….your pet!” the woman exclaimed happily. “It’s going to be such a fun night!”

When his headscarf was finally removed, he found himself in a room, a lovely living room he supposed, but what held his attention was the man, suspended over the coffee table, his toes barely touching the slick, glossy surface. His arms were in prayer position behind his back, his body suspended by a girdle of ropes running between his legs, around his torso. His cock was tortured in a similar way as his own, and most amazing of all was the woman who was rhythmically fucking his ass. Out on the swing away, in on the swing back. The dildo was HUGE and the man gasped each time it entered his rectum, and his cock twitched, causing him to moan and groan.

In the dining room, another man was bent over the table, and was being fucked by a Domme with a strap-on.  He was led past this sight too, and his cock was twitching in a combination of fear and exhilaration.

She led him to the kitchen. Tied him to the island, bent over, and flipped up his skirt. The thigh high stockings were now visible, causing a great stir in the kitchen.

She hollered in Her best ‘c’mon and get it voice’  “Hey Girls, I brought dessert!”