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.

6 Comments:

At 9/10/09, 6:51 PM, OpenID tightlybound said...

Sounds like it was an entertaining weekend :-)

 
At 9/11/09, 9:32 PM, Blogger Michael said...

And an even better weekend coming up, perhaps. Your post last year about Mistress Laura outing you to Susan is one of the hottest things I've ever read. So be a good slaveboy and do all that is expected of you, and then tell us all about it. OK?

 
At 9/23/09, 5:47 AM, Blogger saratoga said...

Thomas-

A very satisfying and intense post. :)

-saratoga

 
At 9/28/09, 9:27 PM, Blogger V's boy said...

Although I don't think my reluctant Mistress will ever share me with other women (and I don't want to, to be honest) I must say that teh rest of the experience is almost overwhelming to me.

Your writing makes me feel encouraged to persevere in my unrequited servitude hoping that something will come out of it.

 
At 11/29/09, 11:30 AM, Blogger bdenied said...

lucky guy in that she let you get her off....

 
At 11/29/09, 1:49 PM, Blogger Mistress Laura's boy said...

Yes. Thank you. I am lucky. :-)

 

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