The game of chess was not going well. This was the third time in a row that Gwen had me against the ropes. I'd lost my queen early on due to a foolish mistake and I could see the writing on the wall before she took both rooks and called the words that would make me her slave for the our weekly date night.

"Checkmate!" she exclaimed. The bet was that the winner in a best of five games would take the other as a slave for our weekly date night. The limits were simple... No blood, no marks or bruises visible in shorts and a tee, no sex with other people, no scat or golden showers, and the safeword didn't stop the scene, it just lessened the intensity of the activity.

She had four days to make plans for Friday night. On Tuesday, she started fucking with my head. "I hope you enjoy frustration." she said. "I'm going to make you beg for me to make you cum, and then, the fun will really begin!"

Wednesday night, as we laid down for the night, she grabbed my cock and began to slowly massage it. Just light touches, sliding my foreskin back and forth, lightly teasing me. As soon as I was good and hard, she stopped and said "You can cum if you want, but if you do, it will be by your own hand AND I won't blow you Friday night." Frustrated, hard, and wanting that blowjob on Friday, I laid down and went to sleep.

Thursday evening, as we laid down, she took me in her hands again. She pulled, rubbed, teased, and played with my now throbbing erection. As she pulled her hands away, she said that she would blow me IF I would let her tie my hands first. Of course, I was thinking with the wrong head at the moment, so I let her. She tied my hands with simple rope cuffs and secured them at the head of the bed. She wrapped her full, pouting lips around me and proceeded to try to turn my cock inside out. She sucked and licked until I was on the verge of cumming. Then, she pulled her mouth off me and slowly stroked me. Not fast enough to push me over the edge, just enough to keep me close. She kept at her torturous ministrations for what seemed like an eternity.

When she stopped, she grabbed the bowl of ice that I'd failed to notice earlier. "Oh my God! What the fuck?" I screamed as she iced my throbbing cock down. The cold felt like needles stabbing into my hard, pulsing manhood! She smiled up at me and said "I can't get your cock into this while it's hard!" That's when she pulled out the new steel chastity cage she'd bought. My erection could not stand against the icy onslaught. As soon as I was soft enough, she started putting the cage around me. Unfortunately, she'd never put a chastity cage on before, so I started getting hard again, and was soon too big to close the cage. I nearly screamed as I got the ice treatment again. This time, the cage went on and a tiny padlock clicked home.

She looked up at me and said "If this cage has the first mark on it tomorrow night, you'll be jerking off for the next month." "Don't touch it. The cock inside belongs to me!" As she untied my hands, she told me she wanted to watch some TV and go to sleep. I was so horny and frustrated, I was ready to cry, but I knew better than to defy her.

Waking up with what should have been morning wood inside that fucking cage was very near excruciating. I got up and went to the bathroom, where I realized I'd have to sit down to piss. This thing was really starting to piss me off. Not to mention the fact that I was so horny that I could barely think straight enough to get ready for work.

My day at work was miserable, and my loving wife only made it worse by sending a string of explicit texts along with pictures of her in various states of undress. I hit the boiling point at lunch time, when she sent me a five minute video of herself impaled on two dildos culminating with her squirting everywhere. My cock felt like it was in a vise, and with it in that damned cage, there was nothing I could do about it.

She left me alone to do my job until quitting time. When I checked my phone, there was one picture on it. It was her in a corset set wearing a very intimidating strapon. Now, I've experienced some anal play, some of which was with medium sized toys, but this was at least 25% longer and thicker than I'd ever had used on me, and I'd never taken a pegging before. To say that I was nervous would be the understatement of the week.

When I got home, I was met at the door by my gorgeous, torturous wife. She was dressed in the same black corset set from the last picture, and had obviously been enjoying herself in some manner, as her black lace panties were shiny from the moisture within.

"I want your mouth on my cunt. NOW!" As I knelt in front of her, she pulled my face into her damp panties. Her scent was exquisite, her taste, heavenly as I started kissing and licking her through the gossamer thin fabric. My cock filled out that fucking cage in seconds, and I was in agony again as she ground her pussy against my face.

After a couple of minutes of me eating her through her panties, she pulled them to the side and turned around. She bent over, with one hand on the wall and the other on her clit. "I want your tongue in my ass when I cum. Now hurry up!"

I could feel my pulse in my cock, and by this point, my balls were begging to be emptied. As I explored her asshole with my tongue, I could feel the spasms building in her. Her earthy taste and the scent of her dripping cunt were driving me mad. When her orgasm started, I pressed my tongue as deeply as I could in her spasming asshole. As soon as she finished, she straightened up and told me to stand.

"Off to the shower with you!" "Go get started, I'll be in to supervise in a few." I was confused by the last statement, but the ache between my legs didn't let me dwell on it for long.

The hot water against my skin felt good, though I was loathe to wash her musk from my face. I did my best to ignore my aching balls and pent up cock while I washed, but the slightest brush of a washcloth brought about an attempted erection. As I was finishing washing what I could access, she walked in. "Face the wall and put your hands behind your back." "It's time to wash MY dick!"

I dared not hesitate or question her or she might decide to make my current situation a bit more long term. I turned around and put my hands behind my back as ordered. The handcuffs locked on my wrist before I'd finished processing what was going on. "Face me." That's when I saw the most glorious thing I'd seen all day! The key! She unlocked the cage and gently removed it.

"You're not getting off any time soon, so, I'd advise not getting hard right now!" Unfortunately for me, and much to her delight, the first touch of her soaped hand on my cock had it swelling up. As she washed me, she teased my balls, running her nails down them in excruciatingly slow strokes. She scrubbed my cock with a soaped washcloth so hard that it was painful while she tugged and played with my balls.

After I was thoroughly washed, she looked me in the eye and warned me that I had 60 seconds before I got iced again. I tried. I thought of baseball, I thought of work. I imagined everything I could think of to get my cock back down, but she stroked and pulled at it to make sure I had to be iced again to go in the cage. By the time she put the ice on me, my cock was throbbing and the tip was wet with precum.

As I dried off, she went into our bedroom without another word. She walked back in with the clothes she wanted me to wear. Nice, dark tan slacks, blue chambray button down shirt, and her favorite boxer briefs. There was also a black leather harness that I didn't recognize along with a remote controlled vibrating butt plug.

"Bend over the sink and hold still." I followed her command without hesitation. As I bent over the sink, I felt her squeeze cold lube into the crack of my ass. There was no warm up, no stretching, and no romance to be found as she unceremoniously shoved the vibrating intruder up my ass. As soon as my ass closed around it, she started wrapping a locking harness around me to hold the plug in place.

"Now, you can get dressed." As I dressed, she told me where she wanted to eat. A nice, local Cajun place that was always crowded on Friday nights. The food was great, but the service was always excruciatingly slow. I was beginning to get the idea that the torture was only beginning.

"I'll drive, I think you're going to be too distracted to be safe" she said as we were walking out the door. Once we were in the vehicle, her in her black leather mini and sheer black shirt, me with an anal probe pushed not too comfortably against my prostate, she hit the control for the plug. Not very high at all, just a light, teasing buzz against my p spot that I had a feeling was making my cock drool. "I have a reservation at a special place when we're done eating!" When I asked about it, she just told me it was a surprise, but that I'd told her I wanted to check it out sometime.

The ride to the restaurant was uneventful if frustrating. When I got out of the car, on the other hand, was quite interesting and very nearly embarrassing when she turned the plug up to full speed for a good thirty seconds after I got out. As soon as the plug began throbbing against my prostate, my knees nearly buckled and I gasped for a breath that seemed to have no air in it. My cock strained against the restraint of the CB and I wanted to scream in frustration. The valet looked at me with concern, but my mistress explained my sudden distress away as my knee hurting from an old injury.

The table was cloaked in an off-white table cloth that nearly touched the floor. After Gwen was seated, she motioned for me to sit next to her instead of across the table. This was unusual, as we liked to be able to look at each other when we talked. I quickly figured out why when I sat down. She started squeezing and playing with my balls before the waiter had made three steps away from the table after getting our drink orders.

My cock ached like someone had beaten it with a cane. The cage held me tight as a vise while she teased my balls under the table. The plug sprang back to life as the waiter made his way back to the table with our drinks. The throbbing against my prostate along with the pressure from sitting on it made me have to bite my tongue to compress a needy moan down to a barely audible grunt.

I could feel the precum starting to wet the end of my cock while she chatted nonchalantly with the waiter about the chef's special of the day. When it was my turn to order, I barely managed to stutter out my order of a light shrimp salad without making a fool of myself.

As the waiter walked away, she whispered in my ear... "I got an invite to the local bondage club for tonight." She then informed me that she had volunteered me to be the subject for a rather extreme bondage demonstration in front of the club.

Shocked, I stuttered out that I wasn't okay with public nudity. "Don't worry, I bought you some new pants. You won't be nude!" As this sank in, I decided that hey, it might be fun. I agreed to go through with it on the condition that my face was covered so I could remain anonymous and that I would not have my caged cock on display for a bunch of strangers. "I think I can figure something out to do that!"

After the food arrived, she turned the plug up just a little and we had a relatively normal dinner conversation. My balls ached worse than I've ever felt and my cock was drooling on itself, but the conversation helped keep me distracted from the misery below my belt just enough to make it bearable.

After I paid the check, I began the extremely uncomfortable walk back to the valet stand. The plug was driving me slightly insane, but the belt was absolutely torturous. By this point, my cock ached like it had been beaten with a meat tenderizer.

As I climbed into the car, Gwen told me that we needed to make a quick stop for something to hide my face at the club. We drove into a seedier part of town and stopped at our favorite toy store. When we walked in, the cute Goth chick behind the counter greeted Gwen by name and proceeded to ask if the chastity device she'd bought was working out well. I wanted to crawl under a rock BEFORE she told Goth girl to ask ME. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment as I stuttered out that it was quite effective.

After I didn't shrink into an embarrassing puddle in the floor, Gwen asked Goth girl if they had any leather hoods. "We have a really extensive selection. Is it for you or him?" she replied. Gwen told her it was for me, and she wanted it in black. "Great, let me go grab a few for him to try on!"

When Goth came back she had three different hoods. None of them looked particularly appealing to me. Gwen ruled the first one out before I even tried it on, as it did not have provision to cover my mouth. The second had a zipper over the mouth, a triangular opening for my nose, and a blindfold that snapped over the eyes. When I tried it on, she said she didn't like it because the zipper over the mouth restricted my mouth too much when it was open. "Let me take the other one back too, the mouth opening isn't what you'd want on it either. I have EXACTLY what you want in the back. It just came in and hasn't even been stocked yet."

When she returned, she had a beautifully crafted, if very intimidating strict hood in her hands. The leather was black and inky, thick, but supple, and it was covered in buckles, snaps, and rings. When she pulled it over my head, all traces of light were obliterated, and every sound became muffled. Someone started pulling straps and buckles into place, and finally pulled the lacing down until the whole hood was skin tight. The mouth was open, as was the nose, and it was actually fairly comfortable. I faintly heard Goth as Gwen if she liked it. "I love it!" Came her enthusiastic reply.

I heard Goth saying something about an attachment shortly before Gwen told me to open my mouth wide. As soon as it was open, a large leather blob was pushed into my mouth and I felt snaps being pushed home. "For extra security, you can use this padlock on the neck strap to prevent his taking the hood off. The straps for the blindfold also have a lock hasp." Said Goth just before I heard the "snick" of a small padlock closing behind my head. When I started to protest, I heard Goth saying she could help me quiet down a little more. I felt a sharp tug on my cheek and suddenly my mouth was clamped shut over the gag.

Gwen led me a few feet to the side and guided me into a chair while they completed the transaction. Her and Goth talked for a few minutes, but it was so muffled by the hood I couldn't hear anything distinct except several periods of laughter from both women. I couldn't be sure, but I had the distinct impression that it was at my expense.

Suddenly, I sensed more than heard someone behind me and felt them pulling the lock, then the buckles and lacing loose from behind my head. The gag was removed and the hood was peeled from my head.

Gwen told me she didn't want any issues if we got pulled over on the way to the FetClub. "Can Danny and I use your fitting room for a few minutes so he can change clothes?" Goth said it would be no problem so long as we didn't take too long, as it was against policy for two people to be in the room at the same time.

Gwen went to the car to retrieve a bag, and beckoned me to follow her to the dressing room. "Remember, no hanky panky!" said Goth as she giggled. "Don't worry, even if I gave him the chance, he couldn't do anything about it!" my SheDevil said. This got a big laugh from Goth, and I wanted to crawl under a rock yet again.

When we got into the changing room, Gwen told me to drop trou. After I pulled my pants and boxers off, she told me to keep the plug in while she removed the harness that secured it. She quickly pulled a pair of leather pants out of the bag and told me to put them on. When I started to check them out, she said "don't look, just put them on. We're in a hurry!" As soon as I had the pants on, she handed me a black tee shirt that was a size too small. As I got that and my boots on, she packed everything else into the bag.

G'night! said my tormentor to Goth as we walked out of the store. "Make sure y'all don't do anything I wouldn't do!" replied Goth.

When I sat down in the car, the plug dug in deep, painfully pressing against my prostate and making my caged cock twitch. This night was bordering on a trip to the insane asylum. My cock ached, my asshole was getting tired, my balls had built to an ever present pain reminiscent of the time I forgot to wear a cup in JV football, and I had a feeling that it was going to get much worse before it got better.

After a seemingly unending drive, we arrived at what could've easily been a strip mall based, modern day church. No one was outside, and the entrance only had a sign stating "Members and their guests only!" on a heavy, paneled wood door. When we entered the door, there was a short hallway with a door and an exceedingly large gentleman in a suit next to it. "IDs please." And Gwen passed hers and mine to the gorilla. He checked our names against a list on his tablet and grunted "Check in at the desk." and opened the door.

When we walked inside, the checkin desk was attended by an androgynous figure in a full latex gimp suit, with only a mouth, nose, and two piercing blue eyes visible. "Can I help you?" His deep voice unsettled me just a little, it being so out of place to the figure in front of me. Gwen smiled at him then gave me a deliciously wicked look and said "I have your suspension subject for the evening." "I was told we needed to sign an NDA and release?

"Suspension? Wait a min...." was all I got out before she shushed me. "Remember, you lost. You agreed to this. You may not have realized WHAT you agreed to, but you DID, in fact agree to this." "Sign the papers so we can go play!

Now, let's go get your hood on for modesty's sake, then we can mingle!

In the changing room, Gwen handed me a pair of ear plugs and told me to put them in. She then pulled the hood tightly down around my head, laced it up, and locked the collar. After I was locked into the hood, she forced the gag in place and locked it as well. I was very nearly deaf, couldn't make any noise except grunts, and I was in a strange environment. This was WAY outside my comfort zone to say the least.

"Let's go mingle, your hanging isn't for another 30 minutes or so!" said my excruciatingly beautiful wife as she led me out to the common area. As we walked around, she toyed with the plug in my ass some more. Up, down, up, off, and so on. The sight of so many people in fetish dress combined with the lack of the ability to communicate left me frustrated, but the plug, oh, the PLUG! I didn't realize the plug had e-stim on it! The first time she shocked me, my knees buckled. I thought I was going to cum and cry from the pain at the same time as she was chatting to another woman in leather with her "puppy" heeled beside her. The other woman just sneered at me and said something as I was trying to straighten myself back up.

After talking to "puppy domme" Gwen led me off to another couple, a well dressed man with a gorgeous woman in nothing but a chastity belt, locked on stilettos, and a leashed collar kneeling beside him. I couldn't help but to look. She was absolutely stunning, a vision of true submission and absolute beauty. I immediately wished I HAD NOT looked at her as long as I did though, as her Dom looked at Gwen and said SOMETHING to her. Gwen looked at me with a withering look and pressed the button.

Pain. Holy fucking shit! The pain! My asshole feels like it got struck by lightning! My knees buckled and I barely got my hands in front of me as I fell. My poor abused prostate and asshole quivered around the lightning rod inside me. I tried to scream, but the gag stifled it to a mere whimper. Tears sprang to my eyes as I twitched. I wanted to beg. I wanted to plead. But my thoroughly stuffed mouth allowed neither.

Finally, she stopped the TENS function and replaced it with vibrations. Gwen got down on one knee and lifted my face to look at her. She pointed one finger at me and beckoned me to stand. Standing was an indescribable challenge after the blitzkreig my ass just lost and the new assault on my prostate! She looked at me and pointed the remote for the plug at me. This was more than enough incentive to get me moving quickly!

Once I was standing, she led me away from the sneering Dom who had encouraged or maybe demanded my punishment. We walked to the middle of the room, where there was a large suspension rack. There were also a man and woman, both in leather outfits, along with piles of rope. When I started acting skittish, Gwen pointed the tonite at me just as a boy so subtle reminder to do what I agreed to.

Leather Dude motioned for me to take off my shirt, so off it came before Gwen had reason to zap me again. As I was doing this, Leather Chick was uncoiling a 1/2" hemp rope. Quickly and deliberately, Leather Couple had a very secure pentagram style chest harness tied and my arms secured from the elbows up at my sides. Next, they tied my wrists to each other and drew them taut to the chest harness. Before I knew it, Leather Couple and a couple of helpers had me laid down on the ground and started tying my ankles together and my thighs against my chest so I looked like an upside down T. All told, they probably used 300 feet of rope to effectively render my six foot frame totally immobile.

As I started to "drift", Gwen unlocked my gag and hood. When she removed them, she asked if I was okay. I told her I was, and before I could close my mouth, a breathable ball gag was put back in my mouth and locked. Leather Couple then attached several ropes and started hoisting me, face up until I was about chest high. The noise was nearly deafening after being in the hood with ear plugs in for the past hour or two, and I was very disoriented from it. Gwen came close to my face and said "I am probably going to enjoy this a little more than you are, but if you do well, you will be greatly rewarded when we get home!" Then she turned on the TENS on a very mild setting along with STRONG vibration.

Leather Dude picked up a mic and said "Fellow kinksters, your attention please! The new hanging ornament is a suspension virgin! Let's give him a round of special applause!" The next thing I knew, one after the other lined up to give my leather clad ass a good hard whack with some kind of paddle. Some were shy about it, and the impacts were very pleasant in combination with the pulsating plug. Others, though, seemed intent on my not being able to sit down for a week. My asshole twitched with every lick, squeezing the vibrating intruder against my prostate. Every squeeze brought with it an empty promise of orgasmic release that left me delirious with desire. By the time the round of "applause" was over, I had tears streaming down my face and my cock seemed intent on squeezing itself through the cage that squeezed it without mercy. My entire ass, cheeks, hole, and deep inside were on fire, and I could do nothing to stop it.

Mercifully, after they all got a lick in, nobody wanted seconds. I don't think I could've handled any more without passing out. My endorphins were screaming through my body, and all I knew was pain and the desire to cum.

After all the abuse, Leather Dude asking Gwen if we wanted some privacy was music to me ears. Unfortunately, her reply of "Yes, and I'd like use of the room with the bench." left me very worried for the fate of my sanity.

So, I was lowered, untied, and half led, half carried to a back room where there was a Pegasus bench. After Gwen closed the door, she removed the gag and asked again if I was ok. When I replied that I was, she slapped my face and told me that I was to refer to her as Mistress until the night was over. "Yes, Mistress!" I replied. She then ordered me to remove my clothing and lay down, face up, on the bench. After fitting cuffs to my wrists and ankles, she tightly fastened a restraint belt across my waist. When my hands were secured to the bench, she removed her panties and stuffed them in my mouth. "The taste should help keep your mind off your asshole for a little while" she said in a husky, sex dripping voice. A gag with a dildo on the outside quickly followed her panties just to make sure I couldn't spit them out.

The taste of her incredible wetness renewed my cock's futile and painful attempts at escaping its prison. While I was focused on her flavor, she was attaching my leg cuffs to the spreaders on the bench. Then, out of my view, I heard her digging through her bag and fastening buckles.

"Look at your Mistress!" she said as she walked back into my view. She was wearing the same strap on she had on in the pictures. The one that made my heart skip a beat. My mouth suddenly dried up when it dawned on me that I couldn't even beg for mercy now.

As she walked closer, the dildo looked gargantuan, although in reality, she'd taken just as big in her ass from me. She then straddled my head with the dong standing directly over my face and slowly sank onto the dildo locked into my mouth. As she got close and closer to bottoming out on the dildo, that terrifying monster laid on my forehead. This head game she was playing was exciting, but it was also terrifying to me. I had never had anything that large in my ass, and I had damn sure never received a fucking.

She rode my face until her wetness was streaming down both my cheeks. Every thrust made my poor, imprisoned cock ache. Each of her three orgasms left her grinding her cunt just out of reach of my tongue. I thought I wanted to cum earlier, but the sight and smell of her pleasure while I just got my prostate teased by a plug with dying batteries was absolutely maddening.

When Gwen finally stood back up, her juices covered my face and the inside of her thighs. "I think I'm ready to play with you now. Are YOU ready for me to play with you? Oh, that's right, it doesn't matter. You can't do anything about it anyways!"

She said something else while she was pulling on gloves, but for the life of me, the only thing I could pay any attention to was that monster bobbing around between her legs. It seemed to be laughing at my plight, not indifferent to my suffering, but reveling in it.

"Now, I want you to relax. We've done this before!" Gwen said as she pulled the plug out of my ass. As the cold lube drenched my asshole, I was trying to unclench. I KNEW that whatever she wanted to put in my ass was going to go whether I relaxed or not, and relaxing would ease the pain.

The first finger slid into my asshole effortlessly, so she said "Let's skip two fingers, what do ya say?" I shook my head and grunted and tried to say no, but within seconds, there were three fingers up my ass. I was physically prepared for three, but mentally, it was a bigger jump than I was ready for. My mind screamed that this hurt before my body could tell me it didn't. This made me clench up again, which DID hurt.

That's when she started massaging my prostate. Every bump of her fingers brought with it the ecstasy of impending orgasm combined with the agony of my cock straining against its prison.

"Do you want your cock out?" she asked? I tried to scream "Yes!" as she laughed at me. I would have done ANYTHING at that point to get out of that infernal cage. Her fingers made a sucking noise as she pulled them out of my ass. She then walked back over to my head and removed the gag.

"What will you do to earn your freedom?" she asked. "Would you take four fingers? Would you take more?" "I will take anything you demand Mistress!" "ANYTHING!"

When she pulled the key from around her neck, I thought I would cry. When she unlocked, then removed the cage, my drooling cock immediately hardened to brittle glass.

It confused me when she came back up and straddled my face again. I thought the waiting was over, but no, she was just playing more games. "Lick my asshole, NOW! And don't stop until I say to!" My tongue met her asshole with the fervor of a man dying of thirst licking a block of ice. I licked, fucked, and teased her asshole with my tongue like my very life depended on it while my throbbing cock twitched, abjectly ignored, in empty space.

Finally, she stood up. When she reached my other end, she wrapped her lips around my aching cock. She didn't suck, didn't use her tongue, she just held my cock in her mouth. I begged, I promised her things I could not possibly do, I pleaded for relief when finally, she sucked me with a relentlessness that would make a Dyson green with envy. When I got close to cumming, she stopped cold. She released my cock and left it twitching in the air again.

"It's time to pay for your release!" she said as she brutally shoved three fingers up my ass again. As I cried out, she said "Damn, I guess you weren't quite ready for that were you!" and plunged a fourth digit in as well.

With the waist belt, there was no retreating as she relentlessly stretched my asshole to the point that I was near tears again. When she got her fingers all the way up to the last knuckles, she poured more lube on her hands and told me to hold on. "Hold onto what?!?" I wondered to myself as I felt her pull her fingers out of me.

When the tip of the strap on pressed against my asshole, it yielded instantly. The dong was an easy fit after the brutality my ass had just been through. What I wasn't prepared for was the depth. It felt like I was being rearranged inside as the nine inches or so drove into me. And then, I felt her thighs against me. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that was all the depth she had. It wasn't easy, but I was taking it. Unfortunately for me, I figured out very quickly that relieved sigh was extremely premature.

When she started actually fucking me, the feeling changed from fullness and well stretched to that of being continuously battered. Every stroke was slightly different. Sometimes, she hit my prostate, others found her battering towards my spine, or one side or the other. The total effect was incredibly erotic, somewhat painful, and incredibly powerful. My cock twitched and leaked. My vision seemed to blur with each impalement. My voice soon became totally ragged from begging. She just kept going. My asshole soon felt exhausted, yet she maintained the vicious abuse of my nether regions. She finally stopped of her own accord when she had a shuddering orgasm from the pounding on her clit. When she finally pulled out of my ass, I could feel it gaping open. Before it could close up, she rammed four fingers back in and told me she was going to collect the "final installment" for my release.

My heart sank as my mind went back to her saying "Would you take more?" Just as it dawned on me what that meant, I learned, first hand, what people who had been fisted meant by ring of fire. As her knuckles pushed past my asshole, the pain was blinding. My mind was reeling at the fact that her whole hand was in my ass. Then I figured out just how little my prostate had been played with up til now. When she started rapping her knuckles against it, my cock seemed to take on a life all its own. I saw stars when she wrapped her lips around my cock while she so thoroughly violated me.

"I'm about to unghggh!!!!" was all I managed before I exploded, days of frustration bursting through into her mouth. Her lips sealed around my cock while she massaged my prostate to drain every drop. When my cock stopped spurting, she pulled back and sucked the head of my cock until I screamed. A soul piercing, dead waking scream that had been building up for hours. My vision started to fade as she kept sucking. I breathed air that didn't fill my lungs. The last thing I remember is the ring of fire again as her hand left my ass.

When I woke up to my beautiful mistress, I was untied and limp as a dishrag. I couldn't move, I was so thoroughly exhausted. Her beautiful face hovered over me before she kissed me deeply and asked me to move to the couch so she could rub lotion into the welts on my ass.