It had been a long day at work, and Mike was just ready to get home and watch tv and relax. As he opened the door, his wife greeted him there.
"Hi honey, sorry to greet and run, but I just got called in to work the night shift again", she said.
"Ok...but what time will be you home?"
"Probably about 3 AM, but I left you a note explaining in the bedroom"
This had really peaked Mike's interest. You see, Mike and his wife had a very unique relationship. He had agreed to be his wife's bitch, and she would be his Domme. Mike always loved it when his wife left him special notes, so he hurried off into the bedroom as his wife drove off. He was very anxious to see what was waiting.
On the bed was a hand written note, a pair of pink lacy panties, and a black see through nightie. "Yummy", thought Mike. He loved the idea of dressing up a little and relaxing, maybe even pleasuring himself. So he grabbed to note, only to see it was more of a chore list, then a love note. The note had very clear instructions:
Bitch
First thing you are to do, is to strip down, take a shower and shave everything. You know how I feel about a bitch with hair. You want to be a sissy, you need to be smooth like one.
Second. Please put on the clothes I have laid out before you. We both know pink is your color.
Third. This house needs to be cleaned, and I mean cleaned. I don't expect to find any clothes not folded or put up, the toilets should be sparkling, and all the dishes need to be done. Don't forget to vacuum and mop the floors.
Love Mistress
P.S. Don't touch that darling little "clitty" of yours!!!
"Of course she would have to add that last line" he thought. Mistress loved to tell Mike how his penis was nothing but a clitty, letting him know what a sissy he was.
He really just wanted to come home, grab a cold beer, and watch the TV, and thought maybe even later he might get lucky, if his wife was in the mood. But now? None of that was going to happen. It would take him hours to get everything done, and his wife was at work, so that definitely wasn't going to happen. And self pleasure? She even took that away from him, but he also knew he had no choice in the matter. Last time he didn't clean to her specifications, she proceeded to tie him up in a dark barn blindfolded. Oh she came out to check on him occasionally, but also brought a riding crop with her. Poor Mike couldn't sit down for days.
So, Mike proceeded to strip down and head to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and while the water was warming up, proceeded to find a new razor. If Mistress wanted him smooth, that meant a lot of shaving. It took a while to get everything, but when he got out of the shower, he was smooth as can be. He proceeded to powder himself down so he would be smooth and silky as well as smelling good, then went to get the clothing his wife laid out for him. Well, not really clothing, but the lingerie. The pink panties were all lace, and the nightie was a sheer material. It barely came down to cover his ass.
"Off to chores" Mike thought to himself. This would take hours. He could feel his "clitty" rub against the lace, and it would start to rise, but he knew better than to touch it. He didn't know how, but was sure if he took time to pleasure himself, his wife would find out. He often wondered if she had cameras hidden. Besides, it would take forever to get the house cleaned to her specifications.
After what seemed like hours, he had loaded the last load of dishes and started the dishwasher. It was late, and Mike was exhausted. He headed off to bed, and was so tired, he left the clothes on and feel fast asleep.
Suddenly he was awoken by someone grabbing a handful of his hair. He was being pulled out of bed rather roughly, and then heard his Mistress/wife say "good morning Bitch".
He knew better than to say anything, and what could he say. He was still half asleep, and trying very hard not to run into anything as he was being led down the hallway to the bathroom. "Why the bathroom" he thought to himself, but that was quickly answered when Mistress said "I have to piss bitch."
Mike knew what this meant. She had used him as a toilet quite a few times in the past, and he knew the routine. When his Mistress chose to do this, he was always sent to lie in the tub face down. They had experimented with several positions, and Mistress seemed to prefer this position. She liked to watch as the pissed hit his back and ran down towards his head, running down his neck and over his chin, with his face firmly planted in the tub. She knew there was no way he could avoid some of it hitting his lips, and the smell making it to his nose.
Mike climbed into the tub, still groggy from being roused from his sleep, trying to not slip or fall, as he assumed the position. It was then he realized his mistake. "I guess Bitch plans on wear pissed soaked panties?" his Mistress said. Oh no. In his state of semi-slumber, Mike had forgotten to strip down. Mistress always insisted on him being naked for these golden showers.
"I will do it now ma'am" he stated.
"No you won't Bitch, I have to go too bad" she firmly told him.
At that point, she assumed her position of straddling the tub, and let loose full stream of hot golden liquid. Mike could feel it hitting his back, soaking his panties and running down towards his face. Mistress must have been saving this for some time, as the odor was strong, and it was extremely salty when it finally hit his lips. His nighty and panties were soaked by the time Mistress had finally stopped.
"Clean me" she stated.
Mike knew this meant, he could get out of his position, and to face Mistress, to lick her clean, instead of her using toilet paper. Why should she when she had such a willing tongue. Mistress looked down at him, and let out a soft chuckle, and the stated "what a sissy bitch you are."
Once he was done to her satisfaction, she ordered him back into position. It was then that he heard the water running. He wasn't sure what this meant, but had ideas. It was when she had pulled his panties down, this his thought was confirmed. He could feel her slathering Vaseline on his ass, or "cunt" as Mistress liked to refer to it as, and then the tub was inserted. Mistress was giving him an enema, to clean him out.
"Take it all...just relax bitch" she said in that soft kind voice of hers.
He could feel himself feeling up, full of the soapy water she was pumping into him. He knew the cramps would start soon, and was looking forward to the tube being removed. It doesn't take long for Mistress to put the water in, but as soon as the tube was removed, he could feel something else being inserted. Mistress had plugged him.
"Now being a good girl, and hold that plug in, until I get back bitch" she commanded.
Mike sat in the tub, full of the soapy water, with a plug, rocking back and forth, trying to not think about the cramps and the urge to release that water, but also wondering where his Mistress disappeared to.
As Mike laid in the tub, with his plug in, full of the soapy water from the enema, he tried to listen carefully for his Mistress. His stomach was cramping, and he was rocking back and forth, trying to ease the pain, but it was obvious, as he could feel a tear start to run down his checks. What was probably only minutes but seemed much longer, he could hear his Mistress coming down the hallway. Relief was close at hand, or so he thought.
Mistress had always allowed him private time after an enema, for him to take his time to ensure he was properly cleansed, and he was often embarrassed by the effects of the enema, so he thoroughly enjoyed that alone time.
However, tonight was to be different. She had come back, but brought a leash and a blindfold with her. As he stayed on all fours in the tub, she slowly placed the blindfold over his eyes, and told him to stand up.
"You cannot walk with panties around your knees bitch. You may step out of them" she told him. As it was cool in the house, he was more than happy to remove them. At this point, he was willing to do anything, to have the plug removed so his bowels could be emptied. "Hand them to me" she commanded. He did as told.
"Of course, we need to take them with us, so where can you carry them? Hmm, I know" she stated. At that point Mike felt one hand on his chin, and then felt the piss covered panties being put into his mouth. The aroma was very strong, and the taste unforgettable. As embarrassed as he was, he always appreciated his Mistress Golden liquid, and thought it was not tasty, he was sucking as much as he could out of the panties placed in his mouth.
At this point, with tears still running down his face, his Mistress grabbed him by a tuft of hair, and spun him around in the tub. She took her other hand and used it to force his face against the shower wall, forcing him to be slightly bent over. With her leg, she spread his feet apart, leaving him in what can be best described as a frisking position a police officer would use.
There was not much Mike could do in this position, with her hand holding his head against the wall, his stomach cramping, the panties stuffed in his mouth. He knew he could easily spit them out, tell her was done, and he needed to use the bathroom, but he didn't do that. He knew this pleased his Mistress, and that was his goal in life, to please her, regardless of what she wanted. As bad as the cramps her, his desire to please her was greater.
"Would you like to relieve your self Bitch?" she questioned.
Mike couldn't say anything, as it was all he could do to fight back the tears.
"I asked a question you sissy panty wearing bitch! Do you need to relieve yourself?" she demanded.
He managed to nod his head.
With that, he could feel her reach between his ass checks and yanked the plug out of his ass. He fought the urge, not wanting to do what was about to happen, trying to fight nature. There was no way he was going to relieve himself, in the tub, there in front of her. He was determined, but the cramps hurt so bad, and there was little he could do. Before he knew it, he could feel the liquid running down his legs, as his face was against the shower wall, he could feel the tears flowing.
"That's a good bitch. Mistress is proud of you" she said in that soft reassuring voice of hers.
At that point, she took the shower head, and used it to clean Mike's ass and legs, using a bar of soap to ensure they were clean. As she scrubbed, he could feel her slowly slip a finger, then two into his ass. "Have to make sure you are clean little girl" she said. As humiliated as he was, this felt good, and his clitty started to rise, and the sobs became soft moans, but it stopped too soon for him to have too much pleasure from it.
"You may turn around and take your blindfold off" she told him.
As he turned around, he could feel her tying the leash around his balls, and could see his Mistress there in front of him, naked. His clitty sprang to full life, and when his Mistress saw this, she just chuckled.
"Such a nice hard clitty my little bitch has, shame he won't get to use it tonight" she said as she pulled the leash tight, causing mike to let out a little whelp, causing the panties to fall free from his mouth.
"That's fine. Leave them there, I have other uses for that pretty little mouth of yours for now" she said.
With that, she lead him out of the tub, down the hall, into the bedroom, where there was a chair, with a pillow in front of it.
"You are still a nasty girl, with that nightie soaked in piss. No way are you going to be allowed in MY bed" she told him. "You will pleasure me in this chair, with that wonderful tongue of yours, and then, you will taken out to the barn to sleep, until I feel the need to come untie you bitch"
With that she forced him down onto his knees, on the pillow, and she sat in the chair, taking both legs and putting over his shoulder, then grabbing his head with both hands full of hair, pulled him down onto her. As Mike kneeled in front of his Mistress, he could see her glistening wet mound. The evening's activities must have pleased her quiet a bit, for as she pulled his face into her, he could feel her moistness covering my tongue and lips. He worked feverishly to find that magic button, so he could run my tongue around it in slow circles. He knew he had found it from the soft moans and head tossing that his Mistress was doing, and was quite pleased with himself. At this point, his "clitty" was rock hard, and though he knew he was not allowed to touch, he just could not resist, and his Mistress was about to climax, so surely she would not mind.
He moved one of his hands off her legs, to reach down and grab his throbbing clitty, and slowly started to stroke it, while still working his tongue against his Mistress' soaking wet pussy. At this point, his Mistress sat up quickly, pulling his head back by his hair, to a point where he was looking up at her, and asked "What do you think you are doing bitch?"
Mike knew he had been caught, and there was not much he could say and could barely mutter "sorry Ma'am". She would have nothing of it. She quickly got to her feet and stood towering over him, looking down at him. Mike could see an evil grin come over his Mistress' face, and she asked in a sweet voice, "my bitch knows better than to touch her clitty, doesn't she?"
Mike tried to lower his head, so as not to look into his Mistress' eyes, as he knew he had disappointed her, but with her hand grasping his hair, he could barely move. She held on tight with her left hand, but took her right hand, gently stroking his left check, and asked again in that sweet voice, "doesn't my bitch know better, hmm?".
By this point, Mike was biting his bottom lip, his body shaking a little, knowing he was wrong, and he should not have done what he did, and barely whispered "yes ma'am".
"Yes Ma'am what?" she questioned.
"Yes ma'am, your bitch knows not to touch himself Ma'am" he replied.
SMACK. Mistress had taken her right hand and slapped Mike's left cheek, with a force hard enough to leave her hand print across it. She then pulled Mike up to his feet by his hair, and instructed him to remove the nightie he still was wearing, and not to move. Mike did as he was instructed, and stood there as Mistress went to the closet to retrieve something. Mike's head hung low, as he know he had disappointed her.
When she returned she had her riding crop with her, and simply stated "open". Mike knew this might to open his mouth, and did so without hesitation. She gently placed the crop in is mouth lengthwise, and then pushed his mouth close with her hand. Mike knew he would be punished, but also knew he deserved it, and hoped his Mistress was lenient, but knew that was unlikely.
"Out to the barn bitch" she demanded.
Naked with the crop in his mouth, Mike headed to the front door. Not sure how long he had been in the tub, or how long the evening activities lasted, he was left wondering what time it was, and could only hope it was still dark outside, and no neighbors were up and about yet. He opened the door slowly, trying to peek out. Luckily it was still dark, though the street light out front shown brightly, but he scampered to the barn as quickly as he could. However, his Mistress, now dressed again, took her sweet time, and what she did not tell Mike, was that she had locked the barn. So while Mike made it to the barn door rather quickly, it did him no good, as he would have to wait for her to unlock it, and she took her sweet time. The night air was brisk, and Mike was beginning to shiver by the time she unlocked the door, and looking at Mike, asked "cold?"
"Yes Ma'am" he responded.
"No need to worry, I will warm you up before long" she said, with a wide smile, "In you go"
Mike went into the barn. This was not his first time in here, and knew what to do. He went to the center, and raised both arms out to the side.
"Very good bitch" Mistress said.
She then placed a blindfold over his eyes, and proceed to place wrist restraints on Mike, and tighten them to where his arms were stretched out towards the walls. While he could move his feet, there was no way he was going anywhere. He could feel her walking around him, though he could not see her. He then felt her brush up behind him, and felt her hands run along his sides. He could feel her breath on his neck, and then near his ear.
"Such a nice ass my little bitch has" she whispered.
His Mistress then removed the crop from Mike's mouth.
"How many times did you touch yourself?" she asked.
"Just a few Ma'am" he replied.
With a quick motion of her wrist, the crop flew against his ass. It made a quick stinging, and Mike's hips jerked forward.
"I need a number bitch" she demanded.
"I don't know Ma'am" was his reply.
Another quick motion, this time on the other ass check, and Mike let out a whelp.
"Number?" she questioned again.
"Ten ma'am, it was 10 times" he stated. Mike knew she had caught him quickly, and he had only probably stroked himself two to three times, but he dared not state this to his Mistress, who would have surely thought he was low balling it. He figured it would be better to take more and get it over.
"Ten it is bitch. I can live with that number" she said. "Please count them so we don't lose track"
With that, Mike's Mistress proceeded to give him 10 swift hits with her crop, each one slightly harder than the last. She truly enjoyed watching him flinch when he thought the next one would land, and loved to hear him count and thank her for each one. She was never in any jeopardy of losing count, but enjoyed listening to his voice crack with each new hit, hearing the cracking in his voice the closer he got to 10.
After the 10, as that was the agreed number, and while Mistress was stern, she was fair, she came up behind him again, and gently ran her hands over his ass, and whispered into his ear "warm now my little sissy?" as she felt the heat rise from his red ass.
Through his tears, and whimpering, Mike managed to say "yes ma'am, thank you Ma'am."
"You are very welcome my little bitch. Your Mistress is tired, so she is going to get some sleep now. I suggest you do the same, as I am thinking that ass of yours has other uses" she said while almost laughing.
Mike was relieved it was over, and was looking forward to crawling in bed with his Mistress. He always enjoyed that time, after being used, in which she would stroke him, and comfort him. However, there was something wrong this time. He heard her leave, and shut the door, but had left him tied up. How long would she be gone? Mike tried to make him self as comfortable as possible, for he knew Mistress had worked the night before, and she could sleep for hours. There was no way for him to escape, and being blindfolded in the barn, had no idea as to what time it was. His mind could not help but wonder, out there alone. Was that a car door he heard? Was a neighbor headed out? Was that something outside the barn? Footsteps? Could just be a neighborhood cat. When would his Mistress be back? However, the biggest question in Mike's mind was what did Mistress me by the comment that there were other uses for his ass?
Mike had been hanging in the barn for a while. How long he was not sure.. He quickly realized that when you are blindfolded, and put into a situation where you are along and defenseless, that minutes can seem like hours. Every sound made him jump, and question what it was. Mistress had told him to get some sleep. "Easy for her to say" he thought. She had gone back into the house, probably stripped down, and crawled into a nice warm bed. How he wanted to be there with her, cuddled up, but that was not her desire for him tonight. Tonight his sole purpose was to be her amusement. Hence, the reason for him being naked, still smelling of piss, and being tied up in the barn.
He had tried to close his eyes, to get some much needed rest. He had no idea of how long he had been up, since his Mistress came home from work at some point doing the middle of the night. The last few hours were replayed in his mind, of how he was woken up, rather roughly, with his Mistress grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to the tub. He recalled the golden shower, the enema, the beating he took for touching himself. Mike was exhausted, but every time he tried to close his eyes, and his body would relax, the strain on his shoulders from his own body weight became unbearable. Here he was, arms stretched out to each side, with the restraints holding him pulled tight. There was nothing he could do, but wait for his Mistress to return.
After what had to be hours, he suddenly heard a key being inserted into the lock of the door.
"It has to be Mistress" he thought to himself.
No one else had a key, or at least no one he was aware of. He listened intently as the door opened, listening for her footsteps, for any sign that it was her. He knew it had to be morning, as he had listened to the neighbors getting into their cars and leaving. He had heard the garbage truck come and go, the buses making their stops. Life was going on around him, people unaware that in a barn in plain site, there was a naked sissy bitch tied up.
Mistress closed the door behind her. He then felt her finger tips run along his right side, ever so gently. The touch startled him, and he lurched forward some.
Then in that sweet voice of hers, he heard her say "good morning". It was her.
There was no denying that voice of hers, that soft touch. A sense of relief had come over Mike. She was here now, he had done his time, and she would release him, and he would be taken back into the house to get some much needed rest.
Instead, she as walked around to the front of him, running her fingers over his body, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips. This caused Mike's clitty to spring to life. He truly loved being used, and she proved that she knew him very well, and how to get the reaction out of him with the simplest of touches. She also loved teasing him, and was having fun watching his clitty become hard. She would run her fingers over the head of it, just barely touching it, driving Mike insane. She continued this for a few minutes, listening to Mike moan, letting out soft whispers of "please".
"Not yet bitch" she replied in a gentle voice. "Don't you need to pee? You have been out here quite a while."
She was right. He had been here a while, and did badly need to go. He had been holding it, not wanting to piss on himself. He nodded his head, letting her know he did need to pee. At that point he felt a glass container of some sort slide over the head of his clitty and under his balls. "Then go" she commanded. Mike found it hard to relief himself in front of others, so this was no easy task, and that fact that he was in an excited state did not help matters much. However, after a few minutes, he could feel the pee coming out, as he did have to go pretty badly, and once it started there was no stopping it. Mistress ran her fingers through his hair, and told him "Such a good bitch". This brought a small smile to Mike's face, as he always enjoyed pleasing her.
Once he had completely relieved himself, he could here her sitting the glass or bowl full of his piss on a nearby table. He then felt her hands start to work on the restraints.
"Thank goodness" Mike thought. He was finally being released.
She quickly undid the right one, and then the left one. Both of his arms dropped to his sides, as his shoulders ached, from being stretched that way for hours. The blindfold remained on, as he knew better than to remove it without her permission.
His Mistress reached up and removed it herself, and Mike had to squint. It was now daylight, and the barn was bright. The sudden rush of light took some getting used to, but he could make out his Mistress in front of him. She was dressed simple, in a white button up shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. The fabric of the clothing clung to her curvaceous body, and this caused Mike's clitty to spring back to attention. He wanted her so badly at this point, that it actually ached. Seeing this, she smiled, reached down and grabbed his erect clitty with her hand, and used it to pull him close to her, thrusting her tongue down his throat. As quickly as she pulled him towards her, she pushed him back, looked at him with those innocent green eyes of hers and smiled. Mike could only look at her with a puzzled look, and see this she simply said "I have plans for you today my bitch."
Mistress then turned around, and grabbed a stack of clothes off a nearby table, and presented them to Mike. Mike quickly scanned the clothing, and could see it was all women clothing.
"I am going back inside for a few minutes" she stated. "While I am gone, you are to get dressed like a good little girl. Don't move from this spot. Once you are dressed, put the blindfold back on, as I have one more surprise for you" she said, with a huge smile breaking out over her face.
With that she handed the clothes to Mike, and left, locking the barn behind her.
Mike quickly surveyed the clothes. There was a matching pair of white lace panties and bra, white thigh highs, a blue jean mini skirt, and a white blouse. There was also a pair of 3 inch heels. Mike knew he had no choice, and did not want to run the risk of Mistress returning without him fully dressed, so he proceeded to put everything on. The skirt was so short, it barely covered his ass, so he tried tugging it down as far as it would go, but there wasn't much he could do with it. As he put the thigh highs on, he could not help but run his hands over his legs, thinking how nice and smooth the felt from the shaving he had done last night. The shoes made him stand tall, and stretched his calves out. Mike had always had decent legs, from running and playing sports, so the shoes and hose really emphasized that. He was actually very pleased with how he looked in the clothes. His Mistress would be back shortly though, so he still had to
hurry. He quickly gathered the blindfold, stood back in the center of the barn, and slid the blindfold over his eyes. The shoes made it hard for him to keep his balance, but he did the best he could, and tried several different positioning of the feet, trying to make it easier. As he was fidgeting, he heard the door being unlocked.
She was back, so Mike froze as best as he could, wondering what was that final surprise she had.
How pretty you look my little bitch" Mistress said.
She proceeded to walk around Mike, letting her hands run down his stocking covered legs, over the blue jean skirt, over his ass. Mike was shaking every time she touched him, partly from being tired for the long night he had, but mostly from the excitement running through him. As she came to the front side, he could feel her hand slide up the skirt, rubbing his now fully erect clitty through his panties.
"My, you must like dressing as a little sissy, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes Ma'am", he quickly replied. There was nothing else he could say, as it was obvious he was excited with the idea of dressing.
"Give me your arms" she commanded.
Mike knew full well what this meant. He held both arms out to the side, and could feel his Mistress buckling the restraints back on to his wrist. Once he was securely locked up, his Mistress walked behind him. She slowly ran her hands down the back of his legs.
"How smooth, just like a bitch should be" she commented.
Slowly her hands ran up Mike's ass, underneath the short blue jean skirt he was wearing, and gave his ass a gentle squeeze. Before he knew what was happening, his Mistress quickly pulled his panties down around his thighs. She then proceeded to pull his skirt up over his hips, leaving his ass bare and exposed.
Mike then heard his Mistress fumbling with something, and heard a loud snap, much like a rubber band, and then a nose, sounding like lotion being squeezed from a tube. He wasn't sure what to make of it, until he felt his Mistress' left hand grab his left shoulder. At that point it became apparent that she had put on a glove on to her right hand, and that lotion was actually lube. He suddenly felt the cold lube against has ass, but before he could get out any protests, his Mistress finger was quickly inside of him. The sudden intrusion made him lurch forward, but soon the pleasure of her single finger exploring him made him grind back against her hand. She slowly worked that one finger, making him relax, and then inserted a second finger. Mike couldn't take it anymore and started to grind back against her hand.
His Mistress let out a small chuckle, and whispered into his ear, "my my, what a horny little slut you are", and all Mike could do was moan softly with pleasure.
Mistress then removed her fingers very quickly, but Mike did not feel the emptiness for long, as her fingers were quickly replaced with a plug.
"Hold that while I fix your makeup bitch" she commanded, and pulled his panties back up, and his skirt down.
Mike brought his legs together, squeezing his ass tight, holding the plug in, knowing Mistress would not be pleased if it slipped out.
She proceeded to apply his makeup. This had Mike very curious, as while she would often dress him up, very seldom did they go the full routine with makeup. Not because she didn't like it or that Mike didn't. Makeup was just a time consuming affair, and both led busy lives. Mike held very still, or as best he could while standing in heels with a plug in, while she quickly applied the makeup. He followed her instructions when given, as to hold his head up higher, pucker his lips, open his mouth. Whatever she wanted, he complied. Mike was very happy at this point, as Mistress was treating him like a girlfriend. All Mike could think, was that they might be going out somewhere, as two girls on a lunch date. This made Mike extremely happy, as he loved spending time with his Mistress, know she would protect him.
As she was putting the last touch on his makeup, he could hear her cell phone ring. Mike thought nothing of this, only he hated his time with her was being interrupted, until he overheard her conversation.
"Hello?" she said. "Yes, she is all ready. Just come around to the back and I will meet you at the door."
"She is ready? Come to the back?" Mike thought to himself. Was she talking about him? And who was she meeting at the door?
Mike heard the knock at the door, and could hear his Mistress open it. However, still being blindfolded and in restraints, he could not move or see who it was.. He was helpless.
`What do you think? Isn't she lovely?" he heard his Mistress say.
"Very nice" was the reply.
This startled Mike, as the answer came from a man. There was no mistaking it, as it was a deep manly voice.
"Take your time, look her over" his mistress said.
Mike could feel the man's hand on his shoulder, then slowly run down his side, over his hip, and down his stocking covered legs. The man was clearly enjoying this, and was carefully examining every inch of Mike's body with his hand. Mike could feel the man's hands slide up his legs, slowly finding their way underneath his skirt. The man's hands were rough. Mike could tell that this man made a living with his hands, as he could feel the callous skin against Mike's smooth legs. Suddenly Mike could feel this strangers hands on his hips, squeezing tight, fingers digging into the front of his hips, pulling Mike back towards him.
Instinctively, Mike's back arched, thrusting his ass back towards this man. This stranger, who Mike had no clue as to his identity, was now grinding against mike's ass. Mike could feel the man's cock growing hard in his jeans.
"Oh my god" Mike thought to himself. "This man wants to fuck me, and he is so big"
The stranger then took his fingers, and ran them under the edge of Mike's panties, and pulled them to the side.
"May I?" the man asked.
"Of course" replied Mike's Mistress. "She's all yours to do with as you please"
Mike then felt the man's foot between his legs, kicking his legs apart, making Mike spread. The man's fingers then reached between Mike's ass, and quickly removed the plug Mike had been holding on to. The man took his left hand and grabbed Mike by the hair, pulling his head back, until he was almost looking straight up. Mike could feel the man's right hand around his mouth.
"Suck my fingers bitch. You will want them good and wet" he commanded of Mike.
Mike wrapped his lips around the man's fingers, sucking them, running his tongue all around them. First just one finger, then two fingers, trying his best to work up saliva to get the fingers wet.
The man removed his fingers from Mike's mouth, but continued to pull his hair back. Suddenly, and without warning, Mike felt the man shove a finger into his ass. Mike could not help but let out a small scream The man was almost lifting Mike into the air, and Mike struggled against the restraints, pulling them tight, trying to lift himself up. There was no mistaking it, this man was probing as deep as his fingers could go..
"Mmmm, very nice" his mistress commented.
"Oh yeah, she is hot" the man said.
With that, the man removed the finger. Mike felt his body sag, and relaxed against the restraints. He could sense and hear the man walking around to the front of him, and then heard the man chuckle.
"From the look of his skirt in the front, your bitch is enjoying this" the man said, obviously taking about mike erect clitty pressing against his skirt. "Shame I have no use for that" said the man with a laugh.
Mike then heard the distinct sounds of a belt unbuckling and a zipper. He then felt the soft touch of his Mistress' hand on his cheek, and could feel her breath as she leaned in to give him a small kiss on the cheek.
She then whispered into his ear, "I am going to undo the restraints. Don't embarrass me bitch. You will get on your knees. I suggest you get Chris' cock nice and wet so it doesn't hurt when he fucks you bitch."
With that mike could feel the restraints being unbuckled, his arms finally being allowed to relax, and fall to side. He could then feel his Mistress help guide him down to his knees onto the wooden floor. Mike then felt something brush against his cheek, and then his lips.
"Open wide bitch" he heard the man, he now knew to be named Chris, say.
Mike did as he was told, and then felt Chris' hands in his hair, pulling Mike's head down onto his raging hard cock.
Chris has a strong grip on Mike's head, and was forcing him down on his cock. At first, Mike was gagging, and Chris seeing this, pulled back, only slightly so Mike could catch his breath. Once Chris had seen Mike was not longing gagging, he increased his rhythm, working his cock in deeper into Mike's mouth. Mike had now gotten into his own rhythm, letting his tongue run over the tip of Chris' cock, tasting the pre-cum that was oozing out. Mike knew that soon Chris would want to fuck his ass, and he needed for Chris' cock to be soaking wet.
Chris then pulled his cock out of Mike's mouth, but Mike wanted more. He was trying to stretch out for it, but could not move his head, due to the tight grip Chris had on his hair. Mike's tongue darted out of his mouth, searching the air for the cock.
"My my, what a hungry little cock sucker your bitch is" stated Chris.
"Yes he is. I do hope he is pleasing you Chris, I know I am enjoy watching my bitch suck you" Mistress replied.
"Oh, very much so!" he answered.
At this point Chris pulled Mike up by his hair, until Mike was standing again, and proceed to walk behind Mike, pulling his skirt up over his hips.
"I know you want to taste my cum bitch, but you haven't earned that privilege yet" Chris told him. "He is going to scream, so you might want to gag him with something ma'am" Chris had said to Mike's Mistress.
"I have just the thing" she replied.
Mistress had brought a ball gag from inside, just incase her bitch got loud. She quickly inserted the ball into Mike's mouth, and pulled the strap around his head buckling it tight. Mike bite down on the ball, breathing through his nose, and felt Mistress' breath on his neck. "I am so fucking wet right now bitch. Be a good girl, and take this fucking. I am sure Chris cannot last long, looking at his cock, you have him about to burst now" she whispered into his ear.
Mike felt Chris place a hand on his upper back and one hand on his hip, and his Mistress took his hands. Chris pushed Mike until he was bent over, and Mistress guided Mike's hand to a table that was in front of him. Chris finished pulling Mike's skirt up, until his panty covered ass was completely exposed. Mistress was standing by Mike's side, and gently placed her hand up on his head, running her fingers through his hair. She leaned in and softly whispered in Mike's ear, `are you ready?" Mike, breathing very heavy at this point, could barely nod his head.
Mike then felt Chris' fingers run along his ass. Chris, gently took his fingers and ran then along the edge of Mike's panties, until he firmly had the side of the panties in his hand, pulling them tight on Mike's ass. With a sudden jerk, Chris ripped Mike's panties apart, and tossed them on the floor. Suddenly and roughly, Chris placed both hand on Mikes hips, and pulled him back. Mike could feel Chris' erect cock poking at his ass, searching for Mike's hole. Chris tried several times, but was not able to penetrate Mike this way.
"Damn he is tight" Chris commented. "Put his ass on the floor"
Chris and Mistress managed to get Mike down to the floor, laying flat. Mike could feel Chris forcing his knees between Mike's legs, spreading them apart. Mike could then feel Chris' body weight fully against him, using it to force his cock into Mike's ass. Mike suddenly felt Chris cock enter him, feeling like it would rip him apart, and managed to raise his head up, letting out a muffled scream as he bite into the ball gag. There as a tear running down Mike's cheek, as his Mistress leaned down to tell Mike "what a good bitch."
Chris, now fully in Mike's ass, shifted his legs to the outside of Mike's, forcing Mike's ass to close around his cock. Chris was in and about to come, so he started pounding hard, thrusting in deeper each time. The initial pain Mike had felt, subsided, and was now feeling good. Mike could feel Chris rhythm getting faster, until he felt Chris' body tense up, and then felt Chris cock pulsing inside of him. Chris was cumming, and was cumming hard. Chris let out a loud grunt, as he made one last thrust into Mike's ass, expending all of his cum. Mike's body tensed as he squeezed his ass tight, trying to Mike the cock in his ass for all it was worth.
Suddenly, Chris withdrew his cock, leaving Mike's ass feeling empty, and Chris stood up. Mike felt something fall onto his ass.
"Here's my condom bitch. You are a good fuck" Chris said. "Thank you ma'am, I will leave now"
Mike, still laying on the floor, sobbing from the fucking he just took, could hear his Mistress show Chris to the door, and heard her tell Chris good-bye. She then came back to Mike, stroked his hair, and asked him if he was ok. Mike, still breathless from the night's events, managed to shake his head.
"Good" said his Mistress. "Now stand up, and put your arms back to your side"
Mike, with the help of his Mistress, managed to get back to his feet, and raised his arms to the side, prepared to be shackled again. She proceeded to buckle the restraints and remove the ball gag, and then Mike could feel her in front of him.
"From the look of your clitty, you must have liked that" she said.
And she was correct. Even through all of that, the long night, the fucking, the pain, Mike's clitty was throbbing and was fully erect. Mike could then feel his Mistress breath on his cock, and then her tongue slowly flicking over the tip, and then he felt her fully wrap her lips around his clitty. She then took both hands, reaching behind Mike, grabbing him by the ass, and proceeded to pull his cock deep into her mouth. This was more than he could take, and Mike spent the last bit of energy he had shooting his load into his Mistress' mouth. She milked his clitty completely dry, feeling Mike's clitty go limp, she finally let it go, stood up, and pulled Mike's head closer to her. She then kissed Mike, forcing her tongue deep into Mike's mouth, so he could taste his own cum.
Mike's body was limp by now, with the tightness of the restraints being the only thing holding him up. After what seemed like a long time, Mistress finally stopped kissing him, wrapper her arms around him, and told him "what a good bitch you were tonight"
With that, she undid his restraints, and supported Mike's weight as he all but collapsed in her arms.
"Come on inside with me Michelle, so I can bathe you and put you to bed like a good little girl" she said. "After a good night, we can discuss your marking"
Mike, still groggy, and spent, could only wonder at her comments. Michelle? Marking?