There is always something relaxing in washing dishes I’ve found. Maybe it’s the simple repetitiveness of it, the sound of water ringing against the metal pots, or maybe just soaking your hands in the hot water. But this time my mind could neither focus or let go. I dried my hands and removed my only bit of modesty of an apron. Hanging it up I sat on a stool and nervously awaited to hear my fate.
All my hopes hung on a plate of filet mignon, mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables and a Dessert of rich New York Cheesecake. There I sat alone with only my racing thoughts. “Why is this taking so long? Why am I even here? Did he mean it when he said I’d have to live here? This is all nuts, I’ve got to g..” Suddenly the door opened, snapping me back to reality.
“Hello again Beta!” said S as she entered the kitchen. “I hope you’re ready, the Mistress is ready to see you.” Like an eager puppy I sprang up and almost ran out the door past S to finally meet her, my Mistress. I stopped myself right before S, looking her in the eye I said, “Yes S I’m ready!” Like lightning the demeanor of the bubbly woman I had met before flipped. With a snap of her finger she pointed at my face and with total sternness she spat out, “Excuse me?” I quickly realized my error, bowed my head and meekly said” I’m so sorry Ms.S, please forgive me.”
Her stern finger to my surprise then poked me on the tip of my nose, her smile returned. “You’re cute, and new. So you’ll get just that one. Besides, there isn’t a mark on you, and Mistress would be so upset with me if I ruined her new canvas.” I exhaled. “Thank you Ms.S, it will never happen again.” I said with all relief and head still bowed. And with a grin Ms.S turned and I followed her to a set of double doors just off the foyer. She opened the doors and took a few steps inside. “Mistress J!” She announced. “I bring forth a boy who wishes to enter your service.” Ms.S took a step off to the side, turned and motioned for me to enter. I began to step forward.
It was some sort of mix of a great hall and a dungeon. Along either side of me as I walked in were St. Andrew’s crosses, benches, man size cages, and even a medical table with restraints. On the walls must have hung every manner of whip, cane, flogger, crop, and paddle. Around all these implements of torture where floor pillows, occupied by a diverse array of the Mistress’ pets. Most wore leather collars, a few braided ones like mine, but fewer yet the silver rings. About half of them were being attended to by other pets. Lotions were applied to bright red cheeks, some softly cried while being held by others, and a few more simply lay about like spent lovers do. I admit I was disappointed, feeling I had missed out. But now finally, after all this time I was standing before the only reason I was here, Mistress J.
On a raised platform about two steps high she sat on what I can only call a throne. Dark stained wood, simple but elegant carvings, with a tall red leather back with matching seat. My Mistress sat there wearing knee high black leather boots and a black satin robe. Only barely long enough to cover her ass, and loosely tied giving ample views of her semi exposed breasts. But the most eye catching sight was that smirk, my cock strained in its cage at her sight. My knees gave way and my neck fell limp. “Beta, it is a pleasure to meet you.” I inhaled sharply and shivered at the first docile tones of her voice. “Th…the pleasure is all mine Mistress J!” was the only thing I could come up with to say. “Is it?” she coyly asked. “Well aren’t you the greedy one, shame shame. Though I must thank you for the serviceable meal you prepared for me. If it wasn’t for the beautiful squeals of a Red Head it would be the highlight of my evening. Still you should be rewarded, you may sleep at the foot of my bed tonight, consider it a welcoming gift as well. Now take your place.”
My heart sank, “Was that it, was that all I get? Barely a thank you and the chance for her to kick me in her sleep?” As if reading the disappointment on my face she leaped to her feet and marched to my kneeling body. “Is there a problem, PET? She asked with specific emphasis on the word pet. “No Mistress J.” I said in a defeated tone. SLAP My cheek burned, ears rung, and with stars in my eyes. SLAP “ONE! One rule you should follow above all others, pet! Do. Not. Lie. To. Me!” My ears still rung. SLAP “Do you understand?!” I cried, “Yes Mistress!”
“Well? What is it then?” Tears ran down my cheek as I replied. “I…I just thought there would be more. That you’d play with me.” My head sunk even lower. And with a bemused laugh and faux sympathy she said, “Aww, poor Beta, he wants to be played with. He’s just a needy horny boy huh?” She cupped my caged cock and balls in her hand, squeezing for punctuation. “All you boys are such horny little things, that’s why I lock them up for safe keeping!” Giving me one last hard squeeze before letting me go. She then pointed to the floor near the platform. “Now, take your place and be silent, or you can find another Mistress to disappoint.” My eyes welled with more tears. “Yes Mistress.” was all I could squeak out before crawling to what was now my place.
Mistress J returned to her throne before calling, “T! Approach me.” From the far side of the room T stood up. With almost a cocky swagger he strutted towards our Mistress and knelt before her. “How may I serve you mistress?” He said with an excited glimmer in his eye. “T, your service these past few weeks have been exemplary, my sheets are as soft as a cloud and I don’t believe these boots have ever shone so bright. I have decided to give you a reward.” The Mistress dangled a small key and beckoned him to her with a finger. The Mistress unlocked and freed T’s cock, quickly it engorged into a turgid prick with an angry purple head. Slowly stroking his cock and massaging his balls Mistress teased, “Oh my I love how eager you boy become after just a few, what days? Weeks? How long you been denied pet?” T’s breathing becoming heavy, “Ahhh, oh almost 4 and a half weeks Mistress, since you had me jerk off onto my face before you had me accompany you to the market.” Mistress giggled to herself. “Oh yes that’s right, oh what a mess you looked. Hmmmm such a nice looking cock, don’t you think it deserves a mouth to cum into, Beta?”
I was stunned, unable to think I only responded when I noticed her face turn impatient. “I suppose so, Mistress.” She smiled, “Well I’m glad you suppose so. Now suppose over here and provide the mouth for him.” The blood trained from my face and I sat there stupefied. “Oh he doesn’t look enthusiastic. Go over there T, have your fun and lift his esprit de cour!” Mistress tapped T’s ass as she sent him towards me. I was frozen. T jumped in front of me, his thick cock swinging as he did so. T grabbed me by the hair causing me to gasp, not wasting the opportunity he shoved his cock into my mouth, giving me my first ever taste of dick. The head of his cock punched the back of my throat like a fist causing me to wrench. “I’ve been thinking about that pretty mouth since the first time Mistress showed me your picture. Ha! Pussy worship as your top skill, well cock worship isn’t so different. Let’s see if that skill set transfers over!” T mocked me.
Over and over T would slam into my throat, taking it out to reveal the thick coating of my spit painting it before rubbing it across my face and beginning his assault again. The worst would be when he would hold me down on his cock and pinch my nose closed. Gagging, and with my lungs burning for air I thought I would pass out, then he pulled out and smacked me with his cock. T’s breathing began to quicken and I knew soon it would be over. Silently Mistress J knelt next to me. As T’s cock slammed into me once more she whispered in my ear, “Don’t swallow, how it, hold it in your mouth and show me. Be a good boy, savor his sperm and earn your leather.”
T gripped the back of my head to hold me still as he unloaded his spunk into me. Thick hot spurts of jism flooded my mouth. But I obeyed, I didn’t spit or swallow, after withdrawing his cock Mistress sat on my lap facing me, her face full of wondrous excitement. A droplet of cum dribbled from the corner of my mouth, Mistress ushered it back into my mouth with her finger and softly spoken. “Swallow.” I closed my mouth and with a single gulp emptied my mouth, only to open it again offering proof to my Mistress. A Cheshire-esque smile spread across her lips. “Good boy!” she exclaimed before leaning into me with a kiss.
No matter how salty the aftertaste of T’s cum was, that was the sweetest tasting kiss of my life. Her tongue probed my mouth and swirled around mine. Her hands resting on my chest, she took my bottom lip between her teeth and playfully tugged. Her nails began to dig into my chest and she ever so slowly started to take them downward. I whimpered and struggled to lean back away from her claws, but she held me firm by my lip. Only by the time she had gotten to my stomach did she let me go. She then squealed in joy, “Oh gosh I knew you’d be a fun Pet! So many fun games I’m going to get to play with you. And so many yummy meals you’ll be making me! But first,” she said, unclasping my braided collar. “Let’s get you properly dressed.”
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