Thursday, September 10, 2009

Labor Day Weekend Femdom

Last Friday night, a few hours before we were going to bed, Mistress Laura handed me four clothespins and told me “One for each nipple, and one for each ball. Do it and have me inspect it.”

I clipped myself as ordered and she flicked each clothespin with her fingers to make sure they were on well enough, then she had me vacuum the guest bedroom and the hallway.

I don't know how many of you know what clothespins feel like. There is pain, of course, but as you go about doing other things, the pain starts to fade into the background, becoming subdued, more like a throbbing or a background hum. And as long as your don't jostle the clothespin, you can basically function.

After I was done with the vacuum, she had me come into the bedroom and fold laundry while she watched. Every once in a while, she would lean over and flick one of the clothespins, smiling at my winces. When the laundry was folded and put away, she had me kneel next to the bed.

“Slaveboy, you're going to be doing a bunch of cleaning this weekend. Starting with my office. Is there anything you need to do this weekend? Let me know so I can make time for it.”

“No Ma'am. I am completely at your service.”

“Great. Well, then,” She got a mischievous look on her face. “Lick my pussy. After I come, I'll remove your clothespins. Don't expect me to let you come this weekend, and no whining!”

“Yes Mistress.” I'm not sure how to explain it, but when Mistress tells me that she's not going to be letting me come for a few days, I actually "enjoy" it. It's a heady sensation and it feels a bit like falling and the base of my stomach tightens in anticipation of something and at the same time, I relax more into the role of slaveboy, her toy, to be used entirely for her pleasure. With these thoughts swimming in my head, I brought my mouth to her pussy.

After a few minutes of licking, Mistress grabbed my hair and smashed my mouth and nose into her pussy, her thighs pressed into the sides of my head, rubbing herself into me and convulsing into a shuddering orgasm. I inhaled deeply of her scent then, with my penis fully erect, precum dribbling from the tip. I am completely addicted to the scent and taste of Mistress Laura; it is a taste and smell that quite literally changes my state of mind, makes me weak in the knees and quite unable to resist anything she wants from me.

“Mmmm... Good boy.” she then grabbed my hard hard cock and gave it a squeeze and without warning, leaned over and detached the two clothespins on my balls, which made me scream in pain. The stinging sharp pain seemed to last for a long time, though it was probably only a few minutes.

“Ready for the nipples?”

“Uh. No, Ma'am.”

“Oh come on. No whining. Lay on the bed. I'll give you something to scream into.” And with that, she tossed me a pillow. I lay on my back, with the pillow over my face, and waited.

And waited. And waited some more. Then, I felt her feathery touch, her fingers dancing up and down my body, caressing the full length of my cock, lightly touching my balls, bringing gasps of pleasure from me, teasing me. This went on for a while, till I was nicely aroused and completely lost in sensation.

When she finally took the clothespins off my nipples, she did them without warning, in quick succession at almost the same time and then proceeded to massage and tweak my very sore nipples, and that hurt so much that I had to push my mouth into the pillow and keep screaming. When she finally stopped, I relaxed my body by effort of will, at which point she gently took the pillow from me and gave me a kiss on the lips.

“Mmmm... Good boy. Hurting you makes my cunt wet.”

After that, we went to bed. Her dressed in her pajamas, and me, naked, hurting, horny, sleeping right next to her.

She was true to her word that weekend. I ended up doing a lot of cooking and cleaning, more than usual, with almost constant teasing and little breaks to “come over here and kiss my feet” or “come massage my shoulders, boy.”

She used my mouth for orgasms every day, while making it clear that she would not let me have a release at all the entire weekend. With each orgasm she took, and with each “No, you may not!” my desire for her and my love for her grew. It's paradoxical, but such is the working of my mind.

Before she sent me to work on Tuesday, she had me kneel on the floor and kiss her feet and told me that she wanted me to continue to be in heat for her all week, and that she would probably let me have an orgasm next weekend, if I am a very very good slaveboy.

“How do I make sure I'm a very very good slaveboy?”

“Simple, baby,” she said, patting the top of my head and messing up my hair. ”Just obey quickly.“

So, that was labor day weekend. My nipples are still a tiny bit sore and she delights in tweaking them every once in a while.

This upcoming weekend she has a list of chores lined up for me, including some simple plumbing repairs. She also let me know that Susan will be visiting at some point and that I am to remain completely nude and subservient even during her visit.

I am a little bit apprehensive about this coming weekend, but mostly in a very submissive mood. Everytime I think about Mistress Laura, I get horny and feel like kneeling.
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Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Hush, slaveboy.

Hi everyone. Mistress and I went on a few trips this last few weeks, which is why I've been out of contact save for a couple of short messages and tweets.

We took a few four-day weekends (sually Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday), staying at a hotel in Carmel and another one in Monterey a couple of times. The pattern for these outings is always the same.

I pick the venues and get Mistress's approval, then make the reservations ahead of time. The night before, we do our usual fun stuff (I cook, we eat dinner, watch TV, and then she has me go down on her to an orgasm before she goes to bed).

I pack the car while she sleeps and then join her in bed. I set my alarm to wake me up an hour before we leave so I can wake her with a foot massage and breakfast. Then I make the bed and clean the house a bit more before we take off so that she can come home to a clean house.

When we get to our hotel, I deal with the front lobby and get two sets of room key cards. I deliver one key card to her and I take everything up to the room while she waits somewhere comfortable, usually with a paperback she is reading, then I unpack and put everything out in the room the way she likes it. When everything is set (about 20 minutes), I strip and kneel in the middle of the room and text-message her so she can come up.

When she enters the hotel room, it's the way she has told me to set everything up (all her clothes hung up or put in the drawers, her toys in the bedstand, etc.) Then, we go about relaxing, or rather, I just do whatever I am told, which is truly joyous to me, and very relaxing for her.

Our last trip was a couple of weekends ago and we got back into town last Wednesday. On Thursday and Friday, I was something of a pain in the ass, arguing with Mistress Laura about some pretty trivial stuff. I don't even really know why.

On Friday, when I got back home from work, and went to kneel naked in her office, she turned to me and said:

“My boy, I think you are talking back too much and I want to have a fun weekend this weekend. So, this whole weekend, you are to not speak until I give you permission again. When you need an answer, get your point across by hand signals, and if you can't, write it down.”

I started to say “Yes, Ma'am” and then stopped myself, just nodding.

So, Friday and the whole weekend, my Mistress wife did not speak to me except to tell me what to do. The hours were filled with silence. She even turned off the ringers on the phones, put our cell phones on silent mode, and did not turn on the TV or radio.

She directed me to cook, to clean, and to generally perform the tasks I normally would. The whole time, she relaxed, did paperwork from time to time, read her paperbacks, or just lounged or napped.

After about a day and a half, the silence started to seep into me; to make my own internal dialogue start to quiet down. At the same time, I felt more in tune with Mistress.

Sunday night, after Mistress Laura let me lick her pussy, when she was completely satisfied, she had me kneel at the foot of the bed and put a condom on. Then she sat at the edge of the bed and had me kiss her feet.

“It's been a few weeks since I let you come. Would you like to come for me?”

I nodded.

“Hump the ground, slaveboy. No hands. Make yourself come for me.”

I did as I was told, kissing her feet at the same time. I'm certain I looked completely ridiculous. When I came, she finally said “You may speak again.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

This period of silence did something interesting to my state of mind. I'm now slightly calmer in the background of my mind and have an interesting experience of myself as separate from my thoughts. I don't know if that makes any sense to anyone, but that is what it is.
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