A Three Day Weekend with a Perfect Mistress

Day One I know at 18, there is a not a rich history sexually to go on, but I have been exploring for some time. I have been sexually active since I was 16 with my two best friends in the world. Yes they are both guys, but that does not make me gay. I have always jacked off to erotic stories, whether they be straight sex or bi sex, or about lesbians or whatever. I just love the sensuality of it all. I love looking at videos of bigger women too, and their pictures; mmm.... their big tits swaying and so inviting for me to latch on to and suckle.... mmmmm. Over the last two years I have had a girl friend too, but being a year younger than me and somewhat flat chested, I have always missed what I was looking for. I am tall, thin, athletic, and not bad to look at, but I just can't seem to approach the older women that drive me nuts! Chatting online is safe, but there are so many game players. When on my profile I put down that I am bi, it is mostly old men that want to suck me off, and sometimes they promise that their wife will be there too to fuck. But on the two meetings that I have had, well you guessed it, the woman was not there. One time I let the guy suck me, but that was all; I wasn't really into him so I did not want to suck him. But when I met the other guy (and the wife was a no show), I just walked out of the hotel room and didn't look back. Am I wrong to not stick around if the guy lied to me in the first place? But here I was, driving to HER place and thinking how wild this long weekend would be, so wildly fucking exciting. My mind drifted from one thing to another. I did not know how to switch from a Dominate one day then to a submissive the next. I am pretty sure of my thoughts that a Dom is a Dom and sub is a sub; it is in their nature to be one or the other, and any attempt to cross over would just end up in the realm of role-playing. Even though I said I would take a "submissive role" for this weekend- I know my mind- and I would look to take control. I had read a lot about Dom/sub relationships and about BDSM; I knew what turned me on, I knew how I was with my friends, and I was always the one that was going to take control. But this woman, our conversations, her age, her experience.... they all teased me and somehow I knew she was real. At least I was HOPING that she was real! This weekend was looking to be different and I was going to test some limits. But still my mind wandered. I wondered if I could make a good submissive for the long weekend like we planned, I wondered about being hurt, or humiliated, and if I could keep myself in check and not lash out or be upset. I knew that things were different with other people; hell, there were people that could speak different languages in the same sentence. When I asked most of them about this, they said they thought in the language they spoke and then could snap back and forth instantaneously. I had no knack for languages so I had a hard time understanding this trait. My mother could speak 6 different languages and she said sometimes she dreamed in one of the other languages. I never asked if people in her dream spoke one language and she answered back in another. But anyway, this was my example of how I can't judge others by myself, because people thought differently, they were motivated differently and their mind worked differently than mine. I thought about other times that I had let myself get into what others might have thought of a submissive role. I have been handcuffed as well as ass fucked by friends and my girl friend both, but it seemed as if I was still in control of these situations. Sara, my girl friend, fucked me with a strap on that I bought it for her; I wanted to teach her how a man felt (well, as much as possible). She had seen me with Steve and David, and always thought it was erotic how we all fucked, but I wanted her to know our experience. I thought it would make our shared time that much better if she really could put herself in my shoes- she was of a submissive nature and wanted to please and to give, but how was she to know what to give unless she knew my perspective. So I was teaching her, leading her, and also I was enjoying the fucking great feeling of having my ass stretched and pumped by the girl I loved. But this was different, well I was hoping it was going to be different; and even if it wasn't, it was going to be fun. She was so confident, so sexy in our banter on the computer and on the phone. She said she wanted me to please her for the weekend, and she wanted to take me. She loved that I was young, and that I came jacking off to her photos that she sent me. But how could I not- her 43 year old body was my DREAM- her big breasts, her inviting face, and her soft but womanly curves (excuse me I am getting hard again just thinking about her). And trust me, my cock got hard every time we talked; but then again, sexy talk always got me going. I was trying not to get myself worked up too much. Some people are GREAT at talk, but this was going to go beyond talk; we were going to meet and I committed to stay the long weekend at her house out in the country. I guess if we really did not click I could always just excuse myself, but I was looking forward to being in bed with her. My God, her body drove me nuts. Her body was strong, not something that I would be able to break. We could have hot, passionate, animalistic sex and it would be good. I was thinking thoughts of how our bodies would sweat and we would drive ourselves beyond trying to outdo the other, in a competition of sexual endurance. I had told her I did not cum fast, and sometimes that honestly has had some drawbacks. There is never a quickie for me if you want me to cum. I don't mind quick grabs and sexual touch. But I know it took Sara some time to know that it wasn't her, that I really did LOVE fucking her, and eating her and doing all that kind of stuff. I did not cum fast and it wasn't because she was not doing something right for me. I guess for a submissive like her, she was devastated with the faulty thought that she was not pleasing me, so she had to learn otherwise. Sometimes I was not rock hard- but still thick and hard, but hard nonetheless; then I would have to push myself to a point where I would explode and let my focused energy escape, and that was how I came. Again, I think it had to do with control. Getting head took me a long, long time to cum. By receiving head I was a not the one that was in control, I was receiving, not in control of the manipulations; but I LIKED getting head, yet then I would like to get to the next level and have my hard cock pumping. And the way I liked to push hard needed someone strong enough to take the pounding I would give to her pussy or her (or his) ass. This weekend showed a lot of promise. I thought of us as two tigers in a cage going for dominance; I was open to giving in to her, but she had to earn it from me. I could play the game, but I wanted the winner to be REAL and not a game. I pulled into the house; it really was out in the country- sort of a baby farm, and off the road apiece. I saw her in her doorway, leaning up against the door with her arms folded and relaxed as she saw my car driving down the dirt road that led to her home. I got out and she said come in, leave your bags, and then she disappeared into her home. As I entered her home and took off my sunglasses, it still took a moment for my eyes to adjust because it was so bright outside. The only light in the house was ambient light that seeped into the room from the windows that were covered with some opaque shades. She was there in a white terrycloth robe, not too short to be sexy on purpose, but her body just made it sexy all the same. She smiled warmly at me and welcomed me with a hug and a peck of a kiss on the lips. "You made it, I was wondering when you would get here." She pointed to the couch and I sat down obediently. She handed me some lemonade that was sweating the glass as much as I was fantasizing we might be doing later. "First I want to say that I am happy that you came," she said with the most inviting smile. She sat down in the chair across from me, not sitting in a way that was revealing any more than what would be totally appropriate. "I want to let you know though, I have been thinking a lot about our conversations and you make me hot. And I promise I won't hurt you, but you will have some pain, but it won't be too bad, are you up to it?" I nodded, smiling back at her, thinking to myself that I was tough, and I could take anything she could dish out. "I want you to call me ‘Mistress’ over the weekend." "Yes Mistress," I said, thinking to myself that just a word will not make it so, but I am playing and enjoying, having her this close, knowing that soon we would be fucking. Because that is why I was here after all, to make passionate sex with this hot woman. I was horny for her and she knew it. I was aware that I could have been her son age wise, but she was treating me like an equal and I was loving that. Her dog lopped in, he was a big dog, but not too big. He had a big old grin on his face and padded right up to me to get some attention. I let him sniff my hand first and then he nuzzled in right away to get some pets on his head. He jostled my drink a little, but I like dogs, and he was ok with me. I gently pushed him away but he came back time and time and then my Mistress got up and took him by his collar and led him away towards the kitchen and I heard the door open and knew the dog was let out. When Mistress bent down to take her dog's collar though I did get a glimpse of some cleavage and it did tease me. She smelled so nice too, I could tell that she had just showered and oiled or moisturized her skin just a little bit before I arrived. "I am sorry about that, he is a friendly dog, and he just does get excited though," my Mistress said. She entered back into the room with a pitcher of the same lemonade I was drinking to refresh my glass. She asked, "Do you have any questions for me?" "What would you like me to do first Mistress?" She almost laughed, "Ok now, I just wanted to set some expectations, I want this to challenge you, but I want you to know you will be safe too." These were echoes of my own words I heard as if I was talking to a submissive myself. "Thank you Mistress, I am sure you will take care of me, and I am eager to take care of you too!" At this she did laugh. "You will take care of me when I (she punctuated the "I") want and desire it. We have some work to do before you get that pleasure." I was getting nice and thick at this teasing. This was like our phone conversations, full of confidence on both sides, but still a challenge. Not degrading, no role playing, just real people, figuring out how to deal with each other, knowing that pleasure was going to be a goal, that this should be fun, but also working at the ART of what this was as well. "I understand Mistress,” I said. "Good boy, are you ready to begin?" she said, standing up and turning, not really looking if I was going to follow or anything. "Yes, Mistress," I said, realizing that the word Mistress was coming more easily to my lips, but still my mouth danced around the word. "Come here then," she replied, as she led the way out of the house, letting her dog in, as we went out into the back yard area. I say area because there was no real front and back yard; she lived in a large area, but this location was farther from the house. I noticed that she was barefoot on the grass, and I saw the glitter of a toe ring. Everything about this woman was sexy to me. We walked to the far side of a small barn, to a part that was not visible to the house or the road that had led me here. And I saw some big X's made of wood there. They were in the shade of the barn now, but since it was 11am only, it would soon be on the sunny side in a few hours. I had seen these crosses before; they were kind of racks to cuff a sub to, and I could see that the appropriate hardware was there. I knew that my Mistress had trained other subs, yet I was still somehow surprised that she really had equipment. You would never know it if you saw this house, or her even. You might have WANTED it to be true, but you would dismiss it fast from your thoughts; but here they were, and I could imagine her whipping her subs here while they were tied up behind her barn. She stopped and turned to me and said, "I am going to call you ‘A’ for the weekend, which will be your new name while you are here. Now ‘A’, get undressed all the way and put your clothes in a pile at your feet.” I obeyed. We were still not in the shade. The crosses were but we were not, but the sunshine and the air felt good to my skin as it started being more and more exposed to her. My cock was getting stronger too, as I felt the air move around my testicles, and she was obviously staring at my cock as she made an appreciative "mmmmmm" sound. I undressed as I said, "yes Mistress" to her and put all my clothes in a pile at my feet, loosely folding them so they would not be a mess. "Take one step back and stand there with your legs spread,” she commanded, but not in a harsh tone. "Yes Mistress," I responded and complied. She walked behind me and from between my legs she took my balls and caressed them. I felt her chin on my shoulder and her robe press into my back as she reached further and took the shaft of my dick in her hand and stroked it down, making me very hard now. She was purring in my ears and I was proud that she liked me, but she was also showing me that this was her show. She walked away from me and looked me over. "Pee on your clothes" she said again with confidence of a command, but not harshly. "Pee on my clothes?" I looked at her questionably. "Yes, pee on your clothes. I will wash them before you leave. I want you to say good bye to them, and this will be symbolic of stepping into my world. And ‘A’, you did not call me Mistress, and you questioned me. I don't want you to do that again. OK?" "Yes Mistress," I replied, looking down. Damn, I had messed up so quickly; I was going to learn to be better at this. “‘A’, I will spank you or use a crop on you next time you forget. I want you to know that it is punishment, if there are many punishments, you won't be having any fun, and I want us to have fun. I want to feel you in me, but that is only for good boys, you want to be a good boy don't you ‘A’?” She asked this of me with a pouty face. "Yes Mistress,” I replied. I was still beating myself up a bit inside, and I felt like I really had been put in my place. The good thing is though that it did get my cock a little softer from the hardness it had from being in her hands, so that I could pee. With just a bit of brain coaxing I was able to get my stream going, and then it flowed freely as I urinated on my clothes. I could feel a passage of sorts with this ritual, it was amazing; she was in control and I felt it already. I did not question that she could keep it, because I did not want my brain to wander, I wanted to be in the moment. "Come here," she said as she moved to the cross that was in the middle. I knew what to do as I responded appropriately this time and stood in front of the cross and lifted my arms in a Y above my head and spread my legs so that she could shackle me to the cross at my wrist and my ankles. The ground was free of grass here, and was cool under my feet, since the sun had not touched it yet today. But I was secure there, I was not going anywhere, and this was a sturdy set up. She leaned in and kissed me then very passionately and grabbed my cock and started pumping it in her hand. Her tongue and mouth were attacking mine, and I could feel the restraints now. I wanted to pull her to me, or just feel her hair, or just run my hands over her body, and take off that damn robe, but none of that was within my freedom. I could only kiss her back as long as she stayed this close. She raised her hand to our mouths and licked her hand and put it in front of my mouth to have me lick it with her and then it went down to my member again. It was slick this time as she pulled hard on my cock, pumping me. "I want you to cum for me, ‘A’, cum for me,” she ordered. “Yes Mistress,” escaped from my lips as I kept kissing her; it was a war of passions with our mouths as she pumped my young cock and I felt the pre-cum come out of the tip of my crown and let her hands glide more. Her teeth and mouth and tongue went down my face, down my neck, and over my chest as she bit down on my nipple. And I mean BIT! It hurt but was so sexy and so HOT. She was pumping me more and knew that this was the spot to work on me. She suckled my little nipple through the hair on my chest but bit in it some more, in a nibbling sort of way. I was getting close to cumming, but I was not there yet, but she was not letting up. Moving to the other nipple, I could feel all of her and I tugged and pulled at my arms so that they could clasp her to me and hold her head tight to my chest as I fucked her hand, but it was not doable for me. The restraint held strong, I pulled and tested their strength with my need and with my desire and I was feeling more and more like an animal that had to break free. I was at the point now that I needed to cum, but it just was not enough, but my Mistress was not stopping, and I could feel her strength and her delight in the control that she had. She was going to get me to cum no matter what. She told me so, and I thanked my Mistress for that as our kisses consumed our mouths again. Finally it broke free of me. My ropes of cum shot out and she kissed me harder and looked down as her hands milked me of my first cum for her. "Oh, how lovely," she cooed as she licked her fingers and walked away. She did not say anything; I knew she was smiling as she was bouncing a little in her step, but she did not look back at me. I heard the door open and then close behind her as the spring brought it back with a snap. I felt sapped, and a bit drained, as all guys feel a little after cumming. I felt how my bonds held me up but the weight of my body pulled on them because my thighs were trembling a little with the after affects of the cum I just had. I was catching my breath and just surveying what I could see. There was a tree line about 40 feet in front of me that was an edge of a bit of a forest- and I was starting to see that the shadow was shrinking in front of me. It is amazing how if you hold still you can actually see the shadows move on the ground when the sun is at its apex. It was quiet, just the sounds of nature were there, but that was all. I was alone. I wondered when she would come out again, but I knew this was part of her training, making me wait. I was learning patience for her. How powerful this was. I wonder if she was masturbating inside. I bet she was. My cock was thickening up again, but not too hard. I waited and waited. It was warm, actually hot outside. The humidity and the heat made for a sheen that made my skin glisten a bit. The lemonade was pushing on my bladder, and I did not know if I should pee there or not. I did not know to call out to ask, or what was expected. I debated in my head back and forth, but finally I had to pee, and thought better about me opening my mouth, so I just let my stream go and go into the grass that was about two feet away from me. Here I was hanging in my mother's home- Mother Nature, all around me. I felt natural and like I belonged there, yet I felt caged at the same time though. I was very aware of my lack of freedom, but I waited. I was now in the bold sunlight, and I could feel the sun burning into me, I figured it was maybe two o'clock now, I had no idea. I was hungry and I thirsty, but I waited. I think I was nodding off, but I heard the door of the house open, and then slam shut again. And soon I saw her dog come around the corner of the barn where I was stationed. He had his nose in my clothes where I had peed on them and he was rutting through them. I waited for her, hoping that she would come right behind him, but when she did not come, I guess she had just let him out to do his business. He kept me company for eons it seemed. I grew weary and impatient yet was glad that there was another living thing to be near me as I waited and waited some more. All of a sudden I heard the door open again and out she came. The sun had gone down under below the tree line, but it still was sunny but soon it would be twilight. I was guessing it was about 6 or 7 PM now. I had nothing to eat except this morning, which was not much because I was eager to get here. I could smell her even before she rounded the corner, the lotion on her skin. It was a cool scent. I was more an animal then I have ever been, but also I was so different then I have ever been. “‘A’, are you ok? Are you hungry? Have you been a good boy?" "Yes Mistress," I said, so relieved to see her again. "Come here Captain," she called, and the dog came and sat at her feet. Now I knew the dog's name: Captain. I could see how well trained he was too; he waited at her feet like any show dog would with a strong handler at his side. "I will be right back and we can eat, don't go anywhere," she joked at me as she and Captain walked around out of my sight again. Thankfully, she came back soon, and reached for my ankles and unlocked my restraints. "Move slow," she said. And as soon as I could move, I knew why she said that. My muscles were so stiff; it was a pain and a pleasure to move again. Soon my arms were free and they ached even more. It was torture to move them, but also a delight to be free. "Come!" was all she said and started to walk to the house again. She was still in the terry cloth robe from earlier and I moved slowly but I MOVED, and I followed her to the house. The cool air of the house greeted me. The ceiling fans were going in each room and I could feel how dirty I was. Out in the sun, in the air all day, my sweat evaporating and coming out of my body again. I could tell she knew it too, and she said to me, "Would you like to bathe first, or have something to eat?" I answered back to her that I would love a bit to drink and then to shower if that pleased her. Of course I was respectful and called her my Mistress as well. Her smile just beamed at me and said "of course" as she got some tap water for me and offered it to me. I sipped the water, feeling how parched I really was. I was starting to feel adoration for this woman who was taking care of me. I could tell, these were her rules, but I was learning. I was right; this was going to be an interesting weekend. She told me to sit, as she walked away and I could hear that she started running the bath for me. She came back and to my surprise she was naked. Oh my, her breasts which were delightfully heavy and full, her womanly nest was bare and smooth, her tummy not flat, but still so inviting with its softness. But you still could tell that she was a strong woman and I just LOVED her figure. I did not see her hands at first, (I wonder why?) but she had some shackles for me again. She told me to come into the bathroom and motioned me to stand in the tub as it was filling with its water and bubbles (yes it was a fragrant bubble bath with the smell of honeysuckle and lilacs). She put shackles around my ankles and asked me to sit down and then she shackled my wrists together, which I found out were tied to my ankles as well with a short chain. I sat there in silence at first, letting her wash me with a sponge, watching her breasts sway as she scrubbed me, and then she started asking me questions. "Are you still sore?" she inquired. “Yes Mistress,” I admitted. "I bet you are hungry, aren't you? Ohhhh you are getting so nice and hard for me,” she said, as her hand stroked my hard on again. I loved the feeling she was giving me, her hand good and strong on my cock, then her fingers grabbing and caressing my balls and tugging on them too. She told me to lean back, which pulled my legs up a bit. I spread my knees wide as my wrists and ankles were close together in the middle of my body as she let out some of the water now, since I was nice and clean. Her hand still stroked my cock but now her other hand fingered my ass and pushed in. I could feel how it was fucking me, under the water, and my ass was accepting it. I knew she was cleaning me well; it felt good as she pushed in deeper once I opened up more for her. I don't know if it was the hunger, the being in the sun all day, the hot water I was sitting in, the thickness of the air with the scents and the moisture in the air- but I felt myself letting go. It was like drifting, her touch and the way that it was making me feel had me somewhat centered and in my body, but I felt as if I could just float away. It was then that I came again; I could feel it come from my very soul, from deep in me, not just my balls, from the core of me. She massage my balls and stroked me, her fingers (two) deep in my ass reaching into my bowels with the water that had been pumped in there from her ministrations- and jet after jet of my jism sprayed up onto my body, some of it even hitting my face. She leaned down and licked it off my face and then shared it with me in a kiss. My legs were cramping up, but I just enjoyed. I could almost look down from the ceiling and see us there, her kneeled beside the tub and me chained in the tub, and how peaceful I looked as if I was a child cradled there and my mother was giving me a good night kiss. My Mistress got up and from behind the door on a hook she took down that terry cloth robe that she had on earlier, and wrapped away from my sight her body, telling me, (as she unchained me) to finish getting ready, to shave and brush my teeth and comb my hair, and that dinner would be ready in about twelve more minutes. Before she left the room to let me be, she also handed me a 4-inch butt plug too and told me to have it in my ass before I came out. I put a little more water in the tub again, very HOT so to work out the kinks in my muscles. Then I got out and sat on the pot for a bit to empty out the water and dirt that was dislodged from my bowels. I got back in the tub and scrubbed my body and then with my own fingers worked my ass to make sure that my insides were clean for later as well. After getting out and sitting on the pot again, I toweled dry and also dried the floor where I had dripped. I combed and blew dried my hair, and brushed and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash and shaved my face so it was smooth. Normally I don't shave twice a day, and I had shaved this morning before I left, but I could feel the late day stubble. I wondered if it grew faster because I was in the sun all day. I did look at my body; I had burned a little, but it was all in all not too bad, not the kind of sun burn that would peal. But I could see the redness there, that was the tell tale of a sunburn. With the towels that were laid out for me there was another white terrycloth robe folded there. I wondered if Mistress wanted me to wear it, but I thought better of it since she did not say to wear it. I was fairly proud of my body, being six foot tall, and one hundred and seventy pounds. My stomach was not soft, but it didn't have a six pack either, but you could tell that I worked out. My muscles are strong, my arms and my legs showed the strength that was there. I have little bit of hair on my legs, my chest and stomach- but thankfully my back was not hairy. I checked myself out; yes, I was looking pretty good and the glow that I had received from the sun had a nice effect on me. I looked at the time on the wall clock, just to make sure that I had used my allotted 12 minutes and I was right on time. I reached around through my legs and pushed the butt plug in past the widest part and then felt it ‘seat’ into me. I felt it, but knew I would get used to it. Her back was to me as she was finishing something on the counter, and the table was set and it looked like a very nice dinner. Captain, who got up and walked to me, gave my presence into the kitchen away. My Mistress turned around and asked if her ‘two boys’ were hungry, and Captain barked in affirmation as I added my voice to his as well. I held the chair for my Mistress as she sat down after she had served Captain his food in the corner of the room. When I sat down I could feel the butt plug pushing into me, it was not uncomfortable really, but it did make its presence known to me. Mistress asked me about my first day so far, and she wanted me to tell her everything that was going on through my mind as the day progressed. I told her about the floating sensation in the tub, about not making a sound outside and just watching the sun move and how I enjoyed our kiss, and how her hand felt on my body. I told her that this was a very good thing that we had done, that I could appreciate how much work she had done, to get the day ready for me, and that sometimes I could see myself doing some of the things she did or said as a Dom. She reminded me that it was not just a day; it was the whole three-day weekend that she had planned out. I was respectful all during my conversation calling her Mistress and answering her as truthfully as I could as I told her about the day and she questioned me. I asked, "May I ask you a question Mistress?" and she said of course I could; she encouraged me to ask whenever and whatever I felt like (as long as I had permission to speak- reminding me that it was NOW that I had permission and there may be times ahead when I might be silenced). "Mistress, why me? I am delighted that you allowed me to be here, but why did you choose me?" I saw a little gleam in her eye, as the corners of her lips curled up into a taunt smile "Sweetie, it is just enough to know that you are here, you don't need to know why." I could tell that my Mistress was very choosy, that she had to have feelings for the people that she let into her bed. I felt much honored to be here, and humbled. I made the choice to leave it all up to my Mistress, after all, I was hers to do with as she pleased. 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 within 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, and 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?" she asked curtly. "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 as my 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 in 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 Captain’s. 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 as 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, using the shower, then masturbating, as well as with 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?" she inquired. I could feel her expert hands working on me as she talked. 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) replaced the butt plug and she was massaging my prostate as I was about to cum. She asked, "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 whether 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 have 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 into 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 me 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." She admitted, "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 multiple times before, but the last two cums I had for her were intensive, and the last one was 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. She complimented, "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 possible. 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,” she requested of me. 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 as I was told. My feet at that angle did not have a great purchase on the floor; this bed was higher than my bed at home, and 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. I felt it enter me, the cock head widening me farther than her fingers did, but she was slow, and a good ass fucker. I have had my ass fucked before, and I had learned that with my own thick cock that patience is something that needed to be learned so that the receiver could adapt to the width of the invading probe. I pushed back a little trying to push with my anus so that I could get her in better. She pushed again and then again. The second time she even pushed me so that half my thigh was actually on top of the bed and my feet were off the floor completely. I felt the gravity pulling me back and with one more shove and an "UGH"- it was in, oh my- to the hilt! "Hold still baby, get used to it." She did not have to tell me twice! My butt was on fire with the pain of being stretched that much, but I also was proud that I had all of her in me. She started bouncing me a little but soon was bouncing me hard so that I was sliding up and down that cock, I knew that the end of that rubber cock must have been pressing against her clit, because she was really getting into it. I could really feel that she was fucking me, and that it was SHE in me, and not just a plastic extension of herself. Her hands moved from my hips to my shoulders, then further out to hold down my wrists (my hands were grasping at the bed cover) and she did, I felt the weight of her body and the softness of her breasts at my back. What an erotic feeling that was, to feel those breasts, like over filled water balloons, between us so that she was riding on their give. I could even hear her breath race. I was in too much pain to cum I thought, but with the sounds of her getting off right there at my ear, I felt it rise in me again. GROANNNNN! It came out of me as Mistress squealed for me and let me know that somehow she was cumming too. "Ohhhh God that was great!" she yelled out to the gods to hear. "Oh my fucking God! Oh, my.... I need you to lick me all up now ‘A’!” I was a man possessed. I had no feeling of my own now and I just wanted to please. I just sort of slid off the bed, the covers of the bed and my stomach covered with my own spunk, which now smeared up to my chest. I got down on my knees in front of her and started helping her out of her strap on and her hot pants. I could see just a bit of blood on her cock as it was there in front of me, and I could tell from my ass that it was ripped a bit, but not too bad; it still felt good. And even though it felt empty, I did not want anything in there at all. Her aroma was intoxicating. The shorts that she had on had kept her wetness there in her pussy as she sweated, fucking the living daylights out of me. I would imagine that this was more pungent then she normally was, but I had to have my face in there. She pushed my face in there as the pants came down to her ankles- kicking them off one foot at a time but keeping my mouth to her muff. "YES!" she was still speaking loudly, too loudly for the size of her room. "Yes, there, lick my clit, yes stick it in me, use your fingers you bastard." Her hips started to fuck my face and I felt my nose almost break with the force, but I wanted to make her cum again. "YESSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!" she roared. Yes, I had made her cum; or rather she had fucked my face till she had cum herself, masturbating on my face as it was. "Get on the bed right now!" I moved onto the middle of the bed, on my back. Seeing her this wild just got me hotter, my cock was sticking up and hard. She straddled my thighs and slammed her pussy down on my cock, and it parted her like butter. She was so wet inside that there was no friction at all, but she bounced on me and fucked me so that her pelvic bones were bouncing off of each other. Her hair was wild, SHE was wild. She was chanting, "fuck!" as she fucked me. I pushed up my hips, making sure that all of me was there, and making sure that she was being filled. She had her fingers on her nipples, pulling and pinching them as she continued to bounce. "AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" She came again, I knew that sound, and it was the sound of the animal in her released. She had gotten to that point that I have so many times when I have cum deep inside someone, as I became the beast. Her bustier was almost off and she sort of got the rest of it off and flung it to the side of the room. Her breath was ragged, as she was coming down from her high. "Let's get under the sheets," she told me, and her naked body was behind me as she spooned me. I started thinking that this was very much how I would sleep with some one; but normally it would be them in MY arms, but I was in hers. I was the lamb being protected by the lion tonight. My ass was sore, my body tired, and I felt happy and exhausted as I heard her breathing calm down to something that I knew was sleep.