Sublime torture

For the last few weeks, my Mistress has ramped up her everyday control of me by doing the following routine. When she is on her way home from work, she calls me on the cell phone.

“My boy, I want dinner ready on the table, with you naked, kneeling in the kitchen when I get home.”


Even though this is a frequent occurrence, I am always excited by kneeling naked for her. She gets home, strokes my head, sometimes leans down and kisses me, and sits down to eat. She always teases me about how eager my neglected cock is. How it looks so smooth and hairless, like a little boy's.

When she has had a few bites, she will let me join her and eat a little bit myself.

If she needs a drink, I get it for her. If she wants a foot rub, she tells me and I am supposed to stop immediately whatever it is I am doing and kneel down next to her to rub her feet.

When she is done with dinner, she will get up and tell me to follow her into her bedroom.

“Kneel there, slaveboy,” she points to the floor, next to her bed.

When I do, I am once again instantly at attention. She giggles at that; no matter how many times she has done this, my cock still springs to a full erection and I feel embarrassed by her laughing.

She will then sit on the edge of the bed, pull off her dress and slip off her panties, lay back and say to me something like: “Time for my little boy to kiss Mommy in her special place. Come on up, boy!”

I then get on the bed, put my face between her legs, and lick and kiss her pussy. The scent of her drives me mad. I know exactly how to kiss her. I know how to use my thumb and fingers to give her pleasure. Each time she has me do this, I get a little bit better and I am perfect at following her directions.

After about ten or fifteen minutes, she will come, often holding my hair and pushing my face into her pussy as she does so.

Then, she slowly gets up and has me lay on my back.

She will often grasp my hard hard cock, which is spewing precum, and smile, looking into my eyes.

“You did a good job, my boy. I suppose you would like a release too?”

“Yes, Mistress, but it's your choice.” at this point, I am panting and could probably orgasm if she just pumped my cock (her property) just a little bit with her hand.

“Yes, it is my choice. Not tonight. I don't want to give you an idea that this had anything to do with your pleasure.”

“Yes, Ma'am.” It's hard to describe, but at these moments, I am simultaneously unhappy for not being allowed any release and ecstatic about her control over me.

“Go clean up the kitchen and go about your housework.”

This routine has been going on now for about a month. I am practically going out of my mind with lust whenever she touches me. At the same time, I am much much quicker to jump whenever she orders me to do something.

Today (Sunday), she has set me the task of vaccuuming the whole house and doing all the laundry while she relaxes. I am so completely enthralled by her, so completely in heat and so completely hers to do with as she wishes.