Two months later... and Happy Halloween!

It's been two months and I have been kept continually horny. It's all my own fault, too.

Her routine for me has evolved over the last two months, and her rules have been more strictly enforced.

Some background so that this makes a bit more sense: She has told me that she has been really enjoying being in control in our marriage and will be continuing to play and exert more control on me. To that end, she will, on average, let me come once a week, but only if I am very very obedient. She has a calendar in her office, with a little girlie fairy sticker that she puts on the day that she might let me have a release; the image makes her smile, especially since she often likes to have me in ponytails and flimsy dresses.

Anyway, back to her new strictly enforced rules...

First rule: every time I mention or hint at wanting sex, she just tells me that “That is entirely up to me. I know you always want it, and now it will be at least a week longer before I let you come.” and the little sticker gets moved on the calendar. I can tell her I am horny, when she asks a direct question about it, but otherwise, my focus is to be on her pleasure. This rule came out of a bit of whining that I did at the end of that last weekend I wrote about in August. She was annoyed at first and instituted this rule so that I might truly know who is in control.

Second rule: Every day, when I get home in the late afternoon, I must immediately strip off my clothes and find Mistress Laura, kiss her feet and wait for her to tell me what we are doing that evening. When I delay in doing that, she adds a few days to my next orgasm date. This has been the source of a few deferrals.

Third rule: When I am home, unless I am working on something that is not interruptible (which if I am, I must inform her before hand), I must immediately drop whatever it is I am doing and do what she asks with a good attitude. On an average night, this might be something simple like “Get me a soda, slaveboy,” or something like “Come here and rub my feet.” As with the previous standing order, if I delay in responding, the sticker gets moved out a day or two on the calendar.

I have learned to be more and more meticulous with following Mistress's orders, and yet, I was screwing up a few times a week. After a few weeks of having my orgasm-date moved, I was getting more and more and more frustrated, and downright cranky.

One night a few weeks ago, I was especially frustrated. She had used my mouth to have an orgasm, then had me kneel in the bathroom and watch her as she showered and used the shower-head to give herself another orgasm, then had sent me away to cook and clean.

At some point later on in the evening, Mistress ordered: “Get me some water in a glass, slaveboy,” and I responded with a sigh and “Ok.” as I slumped off to get her the glass of water. She waited about fifteen minutes and repeated the order, “Thomas, my boy, get me some more water.” and I got up and got the water. I saw her looking at me when I came back this time, her eye trained on my limp cock for a second. She told me to kneel, which I did, but my heart and head were not really in it.

She drank the water slowly, studying me as I knelt in front of her, my cock limp, deliberately not feeling anything.

“Touch yourself.” her command was a jolt to my system and I started slowly touching my cock, making it hard.

“Now stop.” and she leaned down and lightly brushed the tip of her finger on the nape of my neck. I moaned. Her touch felt so good. Amazingly, it felt better to have her finger trail my skin than rubbing my own cock.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” she then leaned further down and cupped my balls for a second and ran her fingernails along my shaft, all the way to the tip, causing me to gasp in pleasure. She stopped suddenly again, leaving me breathless for a second.

“Kiss my feet, then sit back and listen,” Mistress Laura commanded and I obeyed.

“I know you are frustrated. I also know that there's nothing really stopping you from masturbating,” she smiled. “But, you know and I know that it feels much much better when you are doing it for me, doesn't it, slaveboy?”

There was no denying it. “Yes, Ma'am.” my face felt flushed.

“So, if you want my nice touches from time to time, and I know you do...” she paused and I nodded my head. “You are going to have to obey me with a good attitude.”

“Yes Ma'am.”

“You should also know that if you were to disobey me and come without my permission at some point, I would definitely know. You don't want to test that.” I didn't doubt it. I would give myself away somehow if I were to try to give myself some relief.

She then started walking towards the bathroom and had me follow her.

“Get in the tub and put your mouth on my pussy.” Mistress Laura slipped off her skirt and panties, put one leg over onto the other side of the tub and braced her hands on the wall as I knelt in the tub, my lips against her pussy, smelling her, my cock throbbing hard.

Then I felt the warm liquid wash over my lips and fill my nose. Her piss flowed all the way down my chest and onto my hard cock. It was gross and intoxicating at the same time. I felt shamed, humiliated and so turned on by her.

“Lick me clean, slaveboy.” I did as she told me, before she turned on the shower and washed herself quickly, and patted herself dry. She then left me in the bathroom to shower and go on with the rest of my work that evening.

So, that is how it has been. I have been very very good the last week or so, obeying all of Mistress's commands, remembering to strip and come find her quickly every day, and having my mouth and tongue used at least every other day (sometimes after a hard spanking, because it makes her wet to torture me).

The sticker is on today, Sunday, October 31st.

Mistress is taking me to a kinky Halloween party tonight, cross-dressing me in a slutty red dress and high heels, wearing a collar, with her holding the attached leash. I'm not sure if I'm going to be allowed a release at any point, but I do know that it is entirely up to Mistress.

I am very very horny and very much looking forward to any fun we might have.

Happy Halloween, everyone.

I'm still here. Still being used deliciously by Mistress Laura.

Hello everyone. It's been forever since I've posted. I have no excuse other than being busy with life and new assignments at work. Today was an off day from work for me, and Mistress Laura has been using me all day.

Her playing with me really started last night, when after dinner, she had me shave myself all over real smooth, apply Nair to my ass to get rid of all that hair, too, and get ready for her by inserting the large butt-plug that we have been playing with for a while, then put on the cute red leather collar and come sit at her feet while we watched television.

I didn't really pay much attention to what we were watching, since she had me give her foot rubs or kiss her feet, or get her a drink practically every fifteen minutes or so. As you can imagine, I got more and more turned on every time she told me to go do something for her.

By the end of the evening, before heading to bed, she had me kiss and lick her feet, lying on the carpet on my back, with her sitting on the couch, just to see how much of a hardon I would get. She was especially enjoying pushing the bottom of her foot onto my face and telling me that “I was lucky to be allowed to kiss her feet.”

After a while of that, she told me to stop and show her my hardon.

“Wow. You are so hard, it's almost purple. Does it hurt, baby?” she laughed, and then told me to go and kneel in the bedroom. I went and knelt, my very hard cock throbbing.

When she got to the bedroom, she told me that teasing me has gotten her very wet and that I was going to take care of giving her an orgasm, but that I would not be granted a release.

“Yes, Ma'am,” I said as I climbed on the bed and put my lips on her hairy pussy. All my attention was on giving her pleasure, every breath and every lick brought more of her scent into my awareness, and whatever amount of self control and reason I had left me. I was licking and moaning with the pleasure of giving her pleasure, as she moaned and pulled and pushed me and told me exactly what she needed (“Slower, boy... Good... Lower... Oh that is so good, my boy...”) and soon she was bucking and I was feeling her pussy spasm around the two fingers I had inside her.

“Good boy. Now kiss my feet, go brush your teeth, then come back and kneel at the foot of the bed.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said, as I kissed her feet.

A few minutes later, I am kneeling at the foot of the bed.

“Slaveboy, I want the whole bed to myself tonight, so you'll get the sleeping bag and sleep at the foot of the bed, on the floor,” she started to tell me. As I understood her words, my stomach did a flip (I don't know how else to describe the experience) and my cock once again became very erect.

“You have the day off tomorrow, which really means I have you all to myself tomorrow. Set your alarm for 7AM. You'll start the day by giving me a gentle footrub to wake me up, then I might have you lick me again, and then I'm going to have you do a few things that need to be done, starting with running the vacuum through the whole house. You might get lucky this weekend and I might let you come for me.”

About half an hour later, she was sleeping in her large king sized bed, in her cozy pajamas, and I was naked, in a sleeping bag, sleeping at the foot of the bed. I was simultaneously missing her and very happy to be put in my place, literally and figuratively. I don't know if that makes any sense to any of you, but that is how I felt.

This morning, I got to give Mistress Laura a footrub, another orgasm, and have been cleaning the house and cooking, all under her direction. I feel very happy and horny.

She has hinted that if I am good, at the end of the weekend, she might allow me to masturbate while kissing her feet. I hope that happens, but meanwhile, I am frustrated and happy and horny and content, all at the same time, as contradictory as that might seem.

I'll write more about this weekend later, as it develops.

First embarrassing orgasm of the new year

Mistress Laura likes to use fantasies and stories and hypothetical situations when talking with me. I think it lets her explore mental and emotional territory without any risk, while giving her more insights and control over me. I also know that she gets off on seeing me squirm. :-)

A couple of days ago, I had come home from work, and as is the rule in her house, stripped and knelt before her. She had me kiss her feet and then kneel back up again to get my instructions for the evening. She told me to go vacuum and then come back and kneel again in her office.

I did as I was told, and when I returned to kneel, she was already waiting for me.

“Good boy.” her smile put me at ease.

“Thomas, it's been a while since you've been allowed to come, right?”

“Yes Mistress,” and suddenly my cock is standing at full attention.

“Lay down on the floor right there. That's right. Bring your balls over here. Open your legs.”

I positioned myself as she said, on my back, legs open, her toes brushing my shaved smooth balls and cock. She playfully swung her foot back and forth, tapping my balls hard and causing me to wince a little.

“You know, training a man is a little bit like training a dog. Like when you tell a dog to stay, or heel, or roll over. The words don't really mean anything to the dog till the owner teaches him what it means.” She put the bottom of her foot against my very hard shaft and pressed a little bit.

“I want you to touch yourself. Stroke yourself, but you don't have permission to come.”

I did as she said, stroking myself, trying to keep from stimulating myself too much, since the situation could easily make me go over the edge. Precum was already oozing out of the tip and landing on my belly as I slid my hand up and down.

“You like that. I can see you getting even harder.”

“Yes Ma'am.”

“Okay, good. Now stop.”

I stopped, while moaning. Precum was still oozing out, making my penis and balls slippery and increasing the pleasure of my hand sliding up and down, but I still had to stop.

“Good boy. Now start again. Red rocket. Red rocket.”

I know now that Mistress was referring to this South Park scene, where the boys learn how to "milk a dog."

“Remember, you don't have permission to come now, do you?”

My hand slid effortlessly up and down, lubricated by my own precum. I felt a wave of pleasure, my breathing getting shallower, trying to keep myself under control.

“Now stop again. Come over here and kiss my feet.”

I stopped, happy to focus on something else, scampering around and putting my lips on her feet.

A moment later, “Okay baby. Red rocket.”

I was a little confused for a second. She repeated. “Go on doggie. Red rocket. Red rocket.”

I understood then. I put myself back on the floor on my back, legs spread at her feet, and started stroking myself. The pleasure was almost too much this time.

“Now stop. You don't want to come without permission, do you? That would merit a painful caning.”

The image of being caned for coming without permission almost made me cum, but I also know how painful such a caning can be and stopped myself.

“Good boy.” She smiled and pushed her heel gently into my privates and then continued talking.

“You know, sometime when you come home from work, Susan might be visiting, or some other friends of mine might be here, but if I say "Red Rocket," you know what that means now, right?”

I felt the heat of embarrassment rising in my cheeks. “Mistress, I'm not sure I understand.”

“Yes you do. When you hear me say "Red Rocket," it means get naked, get on your back, and start stroking yourself for me.” She tapped my balls hard and then commanded: “Now. Red Rocket. Red Rocket. Good doggie!”

I was crazed at this point, moaning and touching myself, as she kept talking.

“And no matter what, when I say "Red Rocket," you are going to do it like this, aren't you?”

“Yes Mistress,” My breathing was ragged and I had to slow way down, my slick hand sliding up and down, and the pleasure mixed with the embarrassment and I had a flash of a memory of the last time she caned me. The memory almost sent me over the edge. She sensed my loss of self control.

“You wouldn't want to...” She paused here “come without permission, now, would you? I would really have to hurt you a lot.”

I kept slowing my strokes, but I was getting way too excited.

“I think the other ladies, if they were here watching you, would really find this funny. How you are so horny, waiting for permission, almost going over the edge,” and a sharp tap of pain to my testicles and her tone suddenly became very serious. “Don't you dare cum without my permission!”

It was a heady mix of embarrassment and pleasure and trying to keep it all back, but I started to feel the tip of my cock swell and a deep spasm in my gut and the pleasure washed over me, radiating from my insides. “Oh god, oh god. I'm sorry, Mistress, can I please please have your permission?”

“No! You may not! You're making a mess too.” She swung her leg and tapped my balls hard, causing me to yelp. The pain interrupted the orgasm I was having, but the ejaculation continued and white milky cum oozed all over my stomach and onto her hardwood floor.

“It looks like you're going to have to clean that up. After you do, meet me in the bedroom with the cane.” and she got up and left for the bedroom.

I took a minute to clean up the mess and followed her to the bedroom, where she proceeded to cane my ass for what seemed like a long time (was probably only about 20 minutes) and then to use my mouth for an orgasm.

Since then, Mistress Laura keeps teasing me about having company over and how she's going to enjoy giving me "the code word" and watch me perform. Maybe she will do it at some point, and maybe she won't. I'll probably never know.