Serving Mistress.

"Learning to text"

Mistress Nichole was pissed. "Why on earth should I let you see me, or serve me? You don't even know how to check a text message? Can you read? Do you not have a phone? Or worse, are you some kind of coward? I think you just got cold feet. I don’t have time for slaves that don’t have enough courage to fall to their knees where they belong"

I begged her, "I swear mistress, I never received a text, and it was an accident. There was nothing I could do; I would do anything for you"

"Bull shit! I don’t believe you, I have limited time, and wasting anymore on you would disgust me to no end"

"Mistress, please.. look at my phone bill, there was no text message, I never received it, I swear"

Well this was compelling evidence so Mistress thought about it for a few seconds... .."Be here in 15 minutes, and make sure you bring your phone bill."

I sped across town as fast as I could for the opportunity to prove myself. I got there and I immediately  showed her the phone bill, and she had to admit, that there was certainly no text message on it. He may not be such a liar. Oh well, she thought, there is always time to teach him a lesson.

Mistress had me bend over a chair on her beautiful back porch. I had my pants down around my knees. While she disappeared into the house I was perfectly still. Every sense heightened listening for her return, shaking from the suspense of not knowing what to expect, only expecting the unexpected. I felt Mistress walk up behind me, and she started laughing.

"You have no idea what I am going to do to you...” she said, I could feel her smirking behind me., “What do you think it is? What do you wish it is? Are you down there hoping that I am going to fuck you with a big strap on? Or maybe I am going to spank your lilly white ass? Didn't I tell you, you are not worth my time, or effort?"

With that I felt a hard smack on the ass. It felt like she hit me with a brick, and then the familiar tingling sensation of some lube on my ass crack. Oh my god, I thought she is going to fuck me in the ass. I am so lucky to be here serving her. I felt something start probing my ass, and then all of a sudden, I felt like I was being torn wide open. I felt the familiar feeling of the ring of a plug passing my anus, and snuggling itself in. The initial pain was too much, I was bent over whimpering. I didn’t think I could walk.

"Now crawl after me" Mistress said, and I crawled for what must have been one hundred yards. There I was, completely full of a massive butt plug, whimpering at her feet, while Mistress sat there. She was wearing simple sweat pants, and a loose fitting top. To most she probably looked like an everyday housewife. To me, she looked like the most amazing Mistress I would ever be able to serve. For a second she smiled, and then I was ordered to turn around. She was using my ass a foot rest while she checked her twitter account. Finally, I felt her trainers push down on the plug and force it further in, and I could help but let out a low moan.

"When they are that big, the plug I mean, not your tiny cock, I don’t think you ever really get used to them, I just don’t see how the body could adjust quick enough" Mistress said about the butt plug. "So here’s the deal, you need a lesson in texting, and I need a blog post written.. So start taking notes you fuck up" and she threw my blackberry at me.

"Last night was another hot night for Me, I spent all day and night with a slave, pissing on him, beating on him, humiliating him...." I finally realized what she meant and started furiously filling my blackberry up with her words. What did she say again? "Oh please wait one second Mistress. Please wait".

"What’s that I heard slave?  Wait? Twice you asked me to wait?" I felt her reach down and clinch her fist, and all of a sudden my ass was even fuller, and I was groaning on the floor. Then she clinched her fist again, and I realized she was inflating this already massive butt plug. I thought I was going to pass out if this plug filled me any further...

"I would be careful about how many pauses you ask for slave, you are going to end up with colostomy bag because your asshole will never close again.... as I was saying.. This little whore needed to be humiliated. He craved it, and me and my girlfriends were happy to oblige.... Do you need a second slave?"

"No mistress please continue" I was furiously trying to catch up, but I could hardly take any more pumps of the butt plug.

"We had this little bitch tied up, face down on a bed, and blindfolded. We kept his head down by the foot of the bed. I think he knew he was in for it when the first thing we did was take turns face fucking him with our strapons. Not exactly what he was thinking of as a warm up. I was so wet, that after my third turn ruining this little slut’s face, I had to take the strap on off, and let him tongue me a bit."

Now mistress was walking around dictating every detail. How she made him beg to drink her piss, and then her friends. How shocked he was when he found out one of her friends was not really a she. How she loved watching him whimper when "she" took her turn fucking his face.

She told me every detail about how this little slut had never even been fucked by a strap on, and yet she insisted that the first thing in his ass be the real thing. How she told him that "This doesn’t make you gay, but it definitely makes you my little queer", and "how can you truly appreciate a fake cock, until you have the real thing?"

I had to ask for pauses from time to time, she was getting so turned on talking about it that I wasn’t sure if she was masturbating, or just talking so fast that she was losing her breath. I could have sworn that I heard her coming a time or two, but I also know that I did not deserve the pleasure of hearing her orgasm. Every time I asked for a pause, she would walk over pump the plug another time. After the 5th pump, I was sure that I would break in half, and she turned on the vibrating function. Yet she kept telling her story.

Finally she told me about the end of the night. The slave was in front of her and her friends, broken. His throat and ass were sore from the strap on abuse, and he had cum and piss from all of the participants on his face. She told me how the just thinking about the sight of him was making her weak in the knees. Finally when he felt like he had endured as much as Mistress could possibly make him endure, she had him stand and start masturbating for her.

Start again, stop again, on the edge for seconds that turned into minutes upon minutes. Mistress told me how he fell too his knees and cried out trying to stop himself from Cumming. How he succeeded. Mistress told me how she had cum twice just in the time she had forced him to masturbate.

Finally she told me how she took out a latex glove, and covered it with Icy Hot, and started stroking him ever so slowly. She described how he was shaking in pain. He was not a pain slut, he needed humiliation. She described him begging to be able to wash it off, but she wouldn’t let him. The Icy hot had worn off, and she had still not let him cum. It had been nearly an hour, and he had been so close, so many times. Every time they made him stop he would moan and fall to his knees, and her and her friend would laugh and laugh. Finally, her friends brought in an ice bucket and made him fuck it, until his cock was shriveled up enough to put into a cock cage, and she locked him up.

Mistress finished her story with "once he left, I flushed the key down to the toilet, I do love doing that, I know a gay locksmith that will help remove that lock in exchange for payment anyway".

In all I had been typing on a little blackberry for over 20 minutes, I had my ass pumped 5 times. My cock, which had been locked in chastity for the last 20 days leading up to my first meeting with mistress was dripping all over the tile floor, and was trying so hard to break through the plastic cage holding it back. The vibration of the plug was only making the leaking worse and worse.

"Send it to me fuck up. Right now”. I didn’t even have time to put her last words in about payment, I just hit send as fast as I could. While she was waiting for her email to come through, she told me that she might just be impressed. "You have fast fingers, they might be useful for something, but they need to be accurate as well don't they?" She brought out a riding crop and a length of rope that she tied tight around my balls. As she yanked my balls back in between my legs pulling them away from my cock cage, she took a seat at her computer.

"For every typo you sent me in this text message, I am going to slap these balls with my crop. Now let’s see how accurate you were”.

By the end of the first paragraph, I was on the verge of tears. By the end of the second page, I was in tears. Mistress held true to her threat. Every typo was met with a yank on the rope, and a hard slap across my balls. I couldn’t even see them but I realized that they must be purple and swollen by now. By the time the second page was done, I was shaking in fear of another typo. It had taken everything I could muster not to cry out, and beg for mercy.

When she was completed with her review she let the rope go, and laughed a bit. "Reading about that made me excited fuck up, god that was a hot night.”Come here" She pulled me over to her bed, and I thought I can’t believe my luck, I am going to get to please mistress. "You wish fuck up!! All you did today was earn a chance to see me again, you don’t deserve to even think about tasting me" she forced me to turn around, and she held my head in between her knees, as she masturbated. I could hear the small motor in her magic wand, buzzing as she worked herself over. I could smell her, I could hear her, but I could not see or taste. I was so desperate to taste her, and please her. Suddenly she told me to turn around, and as I did, mistress was squirting all over my face. The first bit caught me right in the eye. Before I knew what had hit me, she had pulled my head into her beautiful pussy, and smothering me there, I felt her hot piss start seeping out right after her cum, slowly filling me mouth. "Don’t you miss a drop fuck up" was all she said. She held my mouth there for five minutes. At one point I tried to lick her, and she slapped my hard across the head. "You only get to drink you fuck up" she said, and again started filling my mouth.

It was like she knew exactly how long it would take for the taste of piss to leave my mouth, and that is when she would start filling it again. By the end of the five minutes, I felt like nothing would ever taste the same, like the flavor of her piss would be with me forever.

When she was done, I bent forward on the floor exhausted, and she quickly grabbed the pump for the butt plug and started pumping it furiously, and I started to freak out. "Relax fuck up. I already released the valve" I was so convinced of her ability to do anything that I hadn’t even considered the idea that she was fucking with me. I was almost hyperventilating. She took mercy on my poor ass and the plug came out with a large popping sound, and I knew my poor asshole would be sore for a week. Mistress gave me a playful slap on the ass, and the grabbed me by the balls. She showed them to me... They were almost as dark as an avocado they had already bruised so badly. "Don’t worry" she said "they might work again", and laughed.

When it was time to go, I fell on my knees and kissed Mistresses shoes thanking her for meeting me. All she said was "the pleasure was all mine fuck up, and I have another fun night planned this weekend. Check your text messages, because I will likely need to do more dictating"