Opening my underwear drawer the day after Christmas, I found a pair of light blue, silky smooth female panties resting in their sexy glory on top of my regular shorts. Some years ago Mistress purchased three pairs of panties for me, but I can only wear them when she so orders. The head of my growing cock protruded between the folds of my robe as I pushed the panties aside and stepped into a pair of coarse male shorts. Mistress s voice came from where she rested on the bed. Why is my slave putting that underwear on when I went through all the trouble of placing those nice panties on top?
My shaft leapt, a giant surge of blood making it still more erect. The veins stood out and the skin shone as if it had been polished. Mistress . . . may I? fell from my lips as I approached her.
So it is ordered, so let it be done. This is her favorite expression, after which there is no argument. I took her feet into my hands and began kissing her toes, letting my tongue caress her foot as I showed my love, devotion and my gratitude. Enough. Put your new panties on and go to work. Be prepared for a punishment session upon your return tonight.
The silky smoothness of the panties fondled my testicles as I pulled them on. As the panties slid over my erection, I could feel myself on the verge of losing control. A clear jewel like drop of liquid gleamed at the cockhead and began to fall in a thick thread. I caught it, wiping the head with my hand, but as the waistband drew the fabric tight over my erection, a wet spot formed. I forced my thoughts away from my groin, so that I would not fail Mistress and ejaculate without permission.
All day my erection pressed against those delightful panties, and when I checked them, the wet spot had grown. With my cock leaking pre come, I anticipated my return home and the punishment Mistress would inflict. Since my last session I had committed any number of offenses: failed to massage her enough, raised my voice at her, had a headache when she was aroused (a switch from the usual complaint) and had masturbated three times. She knew of all the offenses except the latter one, the confession of which I knew she would extract from me during the session.
At four thirty, I literally sprinted from the office to my car, knowing that a mere fifteen minutes separated me from my rendezvous with Mistress. I almost sat on the paper bag resting on the driver s seat before I realized she had been there sometime during the day! In the bag I found a black leather sheath and a note. I was to encase my cock and balls in the leather and be in her presence by four thirty! She had given me an impossible task, failure of which would justify still further punishments!
A half hour late, I stood at my own locked storm door, knocking but receiving no reply. A chrome chain with tit clamps dangled from a hook on the inside door. After what seemed like an hour but was no more than five minutes, the inside door was opened. Mistress lovely hand unlocked the outer door and extended a note. I was to wait one minute before entering, strip to the leather sheath and place the tit clamps on myself.
Naked, except for the black leather and the gleaming clips, I knelt in the middle of the candle lit room, my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me. A swishing sound announced Mistress arrival, and she hissed these words in my ear: Slave T, are you prepared to subject yourself to my commands without reservation?
Semen surged out of my balls as the muscles contracted, and before I could stop the orgasm, semen pumped into the leather sheath. Yet I managed to sputter, Yes, Mistress. She moved behind me and the air cracked as the cat o nine tails rushed toward its meeting with my back, flailing me with a ferocity that caused the muscles in my groin to force a last spurt of my juice into the leather.
How dare you! she screamed, and the whip hissed again and again. Here I prepare a session for you and you lose control before it even begins. I saw your sheath pulse. Admit that you ejaculated. Admit it to your Mistress! As she shouted, the whip exploded against my flesh, and without giving me a chance to reply, she concluded, Put your head on the floor and elevate your haunches so that I can paddle your ass.
Between blows I shouted, Yes, Mistress. As the paddle attacked my buttocks, she hissed out each maxim, compelling me to respond to them. She threw the paddle to the floor directly in front of my eyes. I relaxed, believing it was finished. But suddenly my ass clenched again as she used her crop instead. Now the blows came slowly, as if she were taking careful aim and giving the crop some wrist action. The whipping was ferocious and so erotic that I came again with my ass blazing.
Afterward, she drove us to her favorite little hideaway restaurant where they know her. Was it real or only my imagination that you could smell the semen soaked leather that was still laced in place? Mistress drank wine and had a splendid dinner while I was permitted only a salad. When we arrived home she had me massage her and use an electric vibrator to relax her body. Then she allowed me to remove the sheath so I could empty my bladder, but as soon as I finished, I had to lace the leather back into place for the night.
The next morning consisted of service to her for several hours and culminated with my bringing her to climax with my mouth. Then she finally proclaimed she was ready, and that her slave should prepare himself for corrective therapy. This time it was the tit clamps connected with a chain, which she used like horse reins as she rode my shaft until she came. The final training exercise was for me to lick my own ejaculate from her very satisfied pussy until she had a fantastic orgasm.
Thank you, Mistress. It was a wonderful day!
Mr. T.C., South Carolina