Mistress Has A Plan

Shortly after I arrive at work, my cell phone announces a text message, so I reach into my pocket to retrieve my phone, then my confined cock does a wild little bounce as I see the message is from my Mistress. Amazing, I think, how She can elicit a response without even being present. Then I amend that thought. She is always present in the recesses of my mind. The message instructs me to meet Mistress in the playroom immediately after work. That makes my cock bounce again. I text her back, "Yes, Mistress." I know better than not answering her messages. I absentmindedly rub my backside.

Work suddenly becomes a nuisance, an annoyance, and extremely frustrating and I know it is going to be an excruciatingly long day. All I want to do is get home to my Mistress. I can't possibly know what She has planned. She is devious. She is creative. She keeps me on edge and all I can do now is try to keep my cock under some semblance of control as it is twitching madly. I glance around to make sure none of my co-workers can see, and place my hand over my crotch. The metal cage is a constant reminder that my cock no longer belongs to me. It belongs to Mistress. It is Her toy, just as I am Her plaything. My balls are already beginning to ache as my cock strains against the confines.

After a long nervous day at work, as I struggle to stay away from coworkers because my cock refuses to settle down and behave since I keep having intrusive thoughts—what is in store for me at home? Just what has Mistress planned this time? All I know is I am aching and will be aching and am looking forward to it! At last, I am able phone Her and tell Her I am on my way.

She whispers in my ear, "Good pet. Drive safe." My cock twitches.

I head home and my thoughts are running rampant. What, I wonder, am I in store for? Will She use toys? Will there be others present? The last time She had me stripe naked before her on the patio and then tied to the tree in the back garden in full view of any passersby as she fucked my pussy and let me fuck hers. At the time, a couple had stood there and watched while Mistress used me hard and satisfyingly. I found I didn't care an iota.

Before I realize it, I'm home and as I get out of the car, I'm aghast to realize there's a damp spot spreading across my crotch. Already, my cock is excited and dribbling. And I have yet to walk through the front door!

When I enter the house, I can hear a murmur of voices coming from the back playroom. Oh God! There are others here to witness the way my Mistress and Goddess uses me. I have given up trying to control my cock. I have no control of it. Mistress causes it's reactions. Even if I'm just thinking of her.

I enter the playroom to find her sitting on her throne, two fit, males are kneeling at her feet. She is talking to a woman I recognize as one of Her Domme friends. When Mistress notices my entrance she murmurs something to the men and they rise gracefully to their feet and move to flank me. They are wearing cock cages as well, and I have a short moment of relief as I think I am not going to have take cock for her.

At Her nod, they escort me to stand in front of her and to my shock and horror, they begin to remove my clothing. I feel the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck as the one on my right reaches for my belt and zipper. To my horror and excitement, my cock is throbbing and bouncing like Mexican jumping beans on a hot griddle. I know better than to protest, and I endure their dis-robement of me. After I am stripped naked except for my cage, and Mistress has yet to address me, I've become a quivering mass of nerves and full of anticipation.

Then Mistress stands up and I gaze at her longingly. She walks over to me, extends her hand, then moves slowly around me. Her hand in constant motion, touching my shoulder, my chest. She tweaks my nipples and my cock responding instantly. I moan, my knees feeling week, and then, oh my God. She starts to fondle my balls. The way her nails graze along them makes my cock quiver uncontrollably and I bite my tongue to keep myself from begging her to let me out of my cage.

Her friend joins her in caressing my body and I am lost in the sensation of hands everywhere on me. I'm barely cognizant of being grateful she hadn't allowed the men to fondle me as well although I am aware they are watching Mistress and her friend and seeing how I can't help but react to their touch.

Just when I think my senses can't take anymore, Mistress and friend stop their sensual touching of me. I stand there shivering, missing their touch and wondering what, if anything is next.

The two men walk to corner and bring back the low vaulting horse. Oh God, I think, I'm going to be spanked! When the horse is placed in front of me, Mistress instructs me lean over it and I resign myself to a spanking. Once I lean over, I find my hands being tied the bolts on the other side by one of the men and my feet spread and secured to the legs on my side. My mind is spinning and I try to think of why Mistress would choose to humiliate me in such a way.

"See how compliant my pet is?" She asks her audience. I feel a slap on my left ass cheek. The sting short lived as her hand slow soothes the reddening flesh. I moan at her touch.

Her two studs are positioned on either side of the horse and I can see their caged cocks in my peripheral vision. I can tell they are sexually excited too and can only only hope they yearn for a piece of the action and not a piece of me. Then I feel my ass cheeks beings spread and something cold and wet oozing along the crack. Oh my God I think, but before I can form another thought I feel something pushing against my man pussy. I try to look over my shoulder and I can see it is Mistress back there and not her friend.

"Miss--” I start to stutter and then gasp as I feel increased pressure and then a "pop" as something enters my pussy.

"That's not a very big dildo,” her friend comments.

My Mistress chuckles. "No it's not," she says as I feel it moving in and out in slow motion. I groan as I become accustom to the size and feel of it. "I want to tease this pet," She says. "His prostate will be aching as much as his cock and balls by the time I'm finished with him."

Completely by their own volition, my hips move with Mistress's thrusts. I push back as I try to take the dildo deeper. My moans and grunts filling the air.

"He certainly has learned to love having a cock of sorts in his pussy," says the friend and I feel deep color flood my neck as I have to agree. I do love it. I want more. I want faster and deeper and thicker and longer. A loud animalistic groan is torn involuntarily from me as Mistress teases what I assume must be my prostate as the sensation makes me want to thrust hard and it feels like I could almost cum.

I can feel the streaming precum running down my legs and from the corners of my eyes, I can see the studs are also dripping precum.

Mistress twists and twirls the dildo in my pussy and I find it harder and harder think. All I can do now is feel..the way my cock throbs and bounces about. How my balls are tight and full and aching. How my pussy is being stretched, pounded, and filling me sensations I want to experience forever. I don't want Her to stop. I want to squeeze my pussy around the dildo. I want to feel the way the tip of it teases my prostate. I want to cum so fucking bad I am thrusting as hard as I can within the confines of my restraints.

"Oh!" Her friend exclaims, "this pet is lost to you!" and I think...fuck yes, I am. My breath comes in gasps between the grunts if I wasn't bent over the horse I would have collapsed long before now. I hear a strange sound, and realize it's me—whimpering like a baby My need to cum is nearly making me insane, but Mistress knows how to keep edging my pussy and I am no longer sure how long I can continue like this and then. She stops. I can feel the dildo inside me. I feel the way my pussy contracts around the hard, unyielding thing. I can feel my cock straining against the unyielding metal, I can smell my precum. I can hear my blood coursing through my veins. I can hear my breath coming in spurts. From far away, I can hear Mistress telling me what a good pet I am, how she is pleased. I can feel her hand rubbing my back and ass cheeks. And vaguely I smile and think she can do this to me again and again and again.

 © December 12, 2012  All rights reserved

In The Garden

The garden is alive with the sound of birds calling to one another; some scolding, others cajoling. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves of the massive eucalyptus tree that casts mottled shadows over the lawn. The sound of water falling from the fountain into the pond is as soothing to listen to as it is mesmerizing to watch.

I am nude except for a hat with a wide brim and mirrored sunglasses, stretched out on the lounger in the only section of sun with a book. You think I’m sunbathing and engrossed in my book, but I am watching you as you go about doing your gardening. Watching the way your muscles ripple across your back as you rake the lawn, the way your ass strains against your shorts when you bend over, how your brown skin gleams with perspiration from your exertion.

You glance over at me and I put the book down and then stretch. I see you smile as my breasts thrust forward as I arch my back and twist. I lower my arms and caress my sides slowly before picking up the book again. You stand there watching me, unaware that I too, am watching you. I feel a prickle between my thighs, and lick my lips, running my tongue along the lower lip slowly. My legs slide off to each side of the lounger and give you glimpse of my pussy. You gasp slightly.

I let the book fall to the ground and stand up. After taking off my hat and glasses, I stride over to you and put my arms around your neck and kiss you on the mouth, brushing my bare breasts against your hot, sweaty chest and then thrust my tongue past your warm lips. Your arms go around my waist and pull me tight against you. Your tongue begins a dual with mine, darting, swirling, exploring.

The feel and smell of you is intoxicating. I rub my hips against yours and feel a bulge. My hands go to your waistband. With sure fingers, I unfasten your belt and undo the snap, then ease the zipper down. Your shorts fall to the ground and now you are as nude as I am.

Your penis is semi-hard, but as my fingers curl around it, it grows firmer, longer. I squeeze it and you moan against my mouth, your hands slide down to cup my ass.

I cling to your mouth as you knead my ass cheeks with your strong fingers, pulling me tight against you. I shiver when you whisper in my ear, “I want to fuck you, Peggy.” My knees buckle and we sink to the soft grassy carpet.

First, your hands find my breasts, then your mouth. I groan as you take one nipple into your mouth and tease the other with your thumb and forefinger. My left hand is caressing the back of your head as you suckle me and my right arm slides underneath your arm and clings to your back.

“Ooooohhhh, George,” I moan as you nibble on my nipple. My legs part of their own volition and you force them wider apart with your knees. I can feel your penis against my pussy and I arch upwards.

You take my hands and pin my arms beside my head. I look up into your face and see the passion blazing in your hazel eyes. I try to lift my head to reach your lips but you pull your head back, and thrust your hips...teasing me. I arch again and you back off.

I strain against your grip. I want to kiss you. I want to taste you. I want to feel you.

You lean down and rub your chest against me, but keep your face out of my reach. It’s not good enough. I strain harder. The yearning is eating at me. I want you. You smile.

“Beg me, Peggy,” you say. You tickle my pussy with your penis. “Beg me to fuck you.”

I look you in the eye and struggle, straining, panting, trying my hardest to reach your lips. You just chuckle and again stroke my pussy with your penis, slow, tantalizing strokes.

“Ask for it, Peggy. Beg for it,” you whisper against my ear.

The ache is nearly unbearable. My pussy is throbbing. I want you inside me. Thrusting. Pushing. In and out. Hard. Your eyes bore into me. “Beg me, Peggy.”

I’m sure you are as near the edge as I am. I see it your eyes. You want to plunge into me. You want to feel my pussy wrapped around your hard shaft. You want to feel me push upward as you thrust downward. Just as our perspiration mingles and join, you want our bodies joined as badly as I do.

“Please, George, fuck me. Fuck me hard,” I beg.

At my “please,” you ram into me. I meet your first thrust eagerly and you groan. Your cock has found its home. You are filling me, stretching me. Within moments we are a writhing, undulating single being. My body consuming yours, yours filling mine. One.

Our mouths meet and exchange moan for moan. You are thrusting hard. I meet each one with one of my own. I squeeze my inner muscles hard and you grip my shoulders, and push deeper into me.

It feels as if you’ve pushed your way right into my soul, an all consuming shudder racks my body as I come harder than ever before. My contractions are tight and as they wrap around your shaft, you come too. You collapse on top of me and I can feel my muscles squeeze around your cock still inside me.

We lay on grass panting, still one body. I stroke your back. “That was wonderful, George,” I whisper against your wiry cheek.

“Peggy, Peggy, Peggy,” is all you can say.

I kiss you and sigh happily.

 © April 29, 2006  All rights reserved

Tree Bound

At 10:30 am the vibration of my cellphone startles me. I reach into my pocket and pull it out. My cock, locked in its cage, twitches as soon as I see it is a text message from Mistress. My breathing quickens and I look around to make sure my co-workers are all occupied with their work before I open the message.

 

“pet,” I read, “I am anxious to play with you. Come straight home after work.” I stare at the message, my heart racing. I look around again to make sure the coast is clear, then places a hand on my crotch...my cock is going crazy...and I try to still it without anyone noticing. How does she do that? I wonder. Just a simple message can send my cock and mind into overdrive. I glance at the clock on the office wall. Fuck. Only five minutes have passed and now, all I can think about is Mistress and wonder what kind of play she has in store for me.

By sheer force of will, I make myself concentrate on the job at hand. When my office phone rings, I nearly jump out of the chair. I pick up the receiver and say, “j speaking.”

“Didn't My pet get My text message?”

I swallow hard. Oh crap. In my excitement about thinking about Mistress' plans, I forgot to respond to it. With a quick look around, I answer in a subdued tone, “Yes, Mistress, he did. I am sooooo sorry.”

There is a long pause on the line. I close My eyes, dread filling me. Mistress could easily decide not play after work and punish me severely instead. I whisper into the phone, “Mistress, your pet is mortified he forgot to respond. Please...pleassssssse forgive him.”
 

“Text Me when you leave work.” The line goes dead.

I stare at the dead phone, my excitement fading, and then nearly jump out of my skin when my pants pocket vibrates again. With trembling fingers, I withdraw it and again my cock twitches when I see Mistress' name on the ID. “you are forgiven” I let out the breath I don't realize I'm holding and immediately text back, “Thank You, Mistress.”

 

It is increasingly hard for me to focus on work as the day drags on. It seems like everything I do reminds me of my Mistress. Before I leave for lunch I stop at the restroom. Instead of going to one of the urinals along the wall, I go to one of the cubicles. Inside, I unzip and pull down my trousers and sit on the loo and carefully hold my caged cock so that I dribble into the toilet and not the floor. I marvel at how she got me to this point: a grown man sitting on a toilet to pee like a little girl. My mind floats, the feeling of submission and loss of control over the most basic aspects of my live makes my cock twitch. Just the thought of her does that.

The rest of my workday passes in a blur. All I can think about is what will be waiting for me when I get home to Mistress. She has invaded my mind, my senses, my very soul. Nothing matters more to me than pleasing her, in whatever manner she decides. I remember the first time time she put a cock shaped dildo in my mouth...it felt alien, unnatural and maybe even a little bit wrong to me. I didn't want it there. I didn't want to suck it. But, with her gentle persuasion and the obvious pleasure it gave her, now I eagerly open wide and show Mistress how willing I am do anything she asks of me.

My cock stirs relentlessly. I am constantly aware of it being confined in its cage. With Mistress so inside my head since her text, my cock wants to grow and the cage is getting a bit uncomfortable, but I know the fate of my cock is in Mistress' hands. Only she can free it to get hard and throbbing for her and her alone. I utter a small moan.

At precisely 5:00 pm, I take out my cell phone and text Mistress. “Mistress, i'm leaving work now. I can't wait to get home and please you.”

 

Instantly, the reply: “Hurry! But be safe. I want you badly.”

 

I gasp as my cock tries to burst out of its confines. I text back immediately: “I will, Mistress!!!”

 

Outside, a mate from the office asks me, “Hey J, want to pop into the pub for a drink?”

“Sorry, I can't tonight,” I tell him, “I have to get home.” I feel my cheeks turn red, as I think about why I have to get home and my cock stirs as it seconds the reason.

He gives me an odd look and says, “Another time, then.”

“Sure thing,” I tell him and hurry to the car park.

On the drive home, my mind is in a jumble. Thoughts of past pleasures tumble over each other. Will Mistress utilize the play room? Will she want to go to the fetish club and whore me out for others to use? Will she just use me for her amusement? The thought of being used as slut whore makes my cock buck between my legs and I moan and step on the petrol pedal. God, I want to get home.

I pull up in front of the house without quite realizing that I'd traversed the distance between work and home. My auto pilot had kicked in and gotten me home. I clamber out of the car as my cock is thick in its now-too-small-cage and aching fiercely. I want and need my Mistress so badly my mind is ready to give in and acquiesce to any of her whims. She can have me any way she wants. She can give me to anyone she desires. I just want and need please her and hear her tell me I am hers.

Walking up to the front door, I have already loosened my tie and began to unbutton my shirt so that I can present myself all that much sooner to Mistress. I stop short when I see a note taped to the front door. A sudden feeling of dread flows through me, as if the world had instantly gone dark and dismal. I reach for the note, fearful that something has come up and Mistress had to leave. My fingers shake as I unfold the piece of paper and begin to read: Welcome home, pet. I know you are anxious to begin our play,” I let out a deep breath and feel my heart rate return to normal as I realize Mistress is indeed, home. “I want you to come directly to the back garden before you present yourself to Me. Come fully clothed.”

 

After stuffing the note into my pocket, I quickly button my shirt and straighten my tie. Then enter the house Mistress chose and head directly to the back garden.

Stepping through the back door, the first thing I notice is the scent of freshly mowed lawn. I am surprised as normally that is my job. Mistress makes me do in the nude. In my mind, I fly instantly back to the first time she had me do it. “But Mistress, the neighbours!” I tried to protest. “Fuck the neighbours,” she said. “This is My garden and if they are so nosy, then let them see My pet in all his glory.” Her tone told me she would not listen to any more arguments from me. “Yes, Mistress,” I squeaked meekly and stepped out into fresh air as naked as the day I came into the world. My body responded on its own, my cock getting hard and twitching as I felt so under her control that I would willingly expose myself to anyone who might catch a glimpse of my public nudity.

Quivering with excitement I step out on to the patio to find Mistress sitting on a lounge chair wearing her black leather laced corset, sheer stockings and garter belt. Her pussy glistens in the sunlight breaking through the speckled shadows made by the tree's leaves overhead.

“Ah there you are, pet,” she coos at me and I feel any lingering resolve I may have had melt away. I am so hers, I think.

“Yes, Mistress. Here I am at your service.” I say and bow my head.

“Present!” she snaps. Her tone is one I recognize and instantly begin to remove my clothes in the prescribed fashion. I am to strip for her. I notice for the first time that she has arranged the lounge chair so that my location in front of her also places me in direct view of the wrought iron gate that leads from the garden to the common area that borders behind our house. High, dense hedges grow along the fence line and offers visual privacy from the park. The gate is the only area that passersby can see into our garden. I shiver from the knowledge that someone could walk by at any given time and see me stripping in front of Mistress.

After removing my tie, I unbutton my shirt and bare first one and the other nipple for Mistress. Her eyes bore into mine and a feeling of complete surrender encases me. I am hers. I know I will do anything...anything at all she tells me to. The helpless feeling makes me shed my shirt and unfasten my trousers, exposing the white lacy panties I'm wearing underneath. I hang my head in utter submission as I glimpse Mistress' smile of satisfaction. My cock is straining at its cage and the panties. I so want to please her with my cock if she will let me. After pulling down the panties, I step out of the pant legs and remove my shoes and kneel before my Mistress on the cold flagstone patio. My back is erect, thighs parted, so my cock can be viewed by Mistress, and my arms crossed behind my back and head bowed.

“I am here for your pleasure and service, Mistress,” I murmur. “Please use me in any manner you desire.”

There is a long silence as I wait for Mistress' reply. I try to glance around to see if she has any toys nearby but my field of vision is too narrow. I wait patiently as I can for Mistress to make her move. 

The birds twitter in the trees and shrubs and I can hear the sounds of people on the other side of the hedges. Those sounds make my cock tingle. I am so modest and shy the thought of people seeing me like this scares me, but also makes me feel excited and horny beyond my capacity to believe possible. I love it when Mistress forces me to face my anxieties and pushes me more and more under her thumb.

When Mistress stands, I glance up at her. She grabs my hair and pulls me gently to my feet.

“Come.”

She turns and walks bare stockinged toward a large Oak tree. Near by is her box of toys. I can't see what is inside but already my body is afire with excitement and nervous anticipation. The key to the lock on my cage is hanging around her neck, the neck I love to nuzzle when she will let me. My gaze passes lustfully over Mistress as I follow her. I crave the opportunities to please her body along with pleasing her spirit.

“Stand by the tree,” Mistress tells me. She bends over to take something out of the box. My gaze follows the curve of her back and over her bum as she bends, and I get a glimpse of her pussy. It's wet. My cock jumps and I stifle a moan of sheer desire.

“Yes, Mistress,” I say and step forward to the spot she indicated. When I turn my head, I gasp. Oh my God! I see I am in a direct diagonal visual line from the gate. Anyone walking by could see me there. I feel a shiver of anxiety spear through me, but when Mistress turns to me holding a pair of cuffs and a length of rope, my shivers become those of anticipation as I forget everything and focus on her.

“Give Me your hands,” she commands.

I hold them out and watch as she deftly attaches the leather cuffs to my wrists. My cock is twitching and my breathing quickens.

“Face the tree.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I say and step closer to the Oak, facing it. My breath catches in my lungs when Mistress loops the rope through the rings on my cuffs on either side of the trunk and pulls the ends tight forcing me to hug the tree. The bark feels rough against my bare chest. Then I gasp as I feel her hands running over my shoulders, back and bum. I can't hold back the whimper when she slips her small, soft hand between my legs and fondles my balls from behind. My cock jerks.

Mistress continues to fondle my balls and my body tenses as I try to anticipate her next move, but the whimpers of pleasure escape me and I squirm at her touch. When her fingers touch my cock between the bars of the cage I groan loudly. I wish she'd release my cock, but I dare not ask.

When she takes her hand off me, I feel as if a part of me has been removed. It's a a feeling of loss and despair, and I moan.

I turn My head and see she's removed the key to my cage and a feeling of hope and joy rush through my veins. When my cock is free I am sometimes allowed to cum. When it's locked away, it's a given I won't. I groan with pleasure as she slips the cage off and then squeezes My cock, which as if on cue, hardens in her hand. I gasp as she rubs the tip lightly against the tree trunk.

“I'm pleased to see both My pet and My cock are eager to play,” she croons in my ear.

“Yes, Mistress, we are,” I answer breathlessly,

I feel her hands running down my legs and a quiver of excitement builds in me. I have no idea what she has in mind. Then I hear voices coming from the other side of the hedge. Oh God! There's a man and woman talking and laughing just feet from where I'm tied naked to a tree. I shift nervously on my feet and then I feel Mistress' fingers lightly caressing the insides of my thighs and I forget everything but her touch, her nearness and my need for her.

“In just a few minutes, pet,” she says with a huskiness in her voice that tells me she's as excited as I am, “the real fun is going to begin. But first, I have to secure your legs.”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” I say, “Your pet is so ready to be your plaything.”

Mistress places cuffs around my ankles and then places a spreader bar between them to keep them wide apart. I'm feeling breathless with excitement. She nudges my feet closer to the tree and then runs another length of rope between the rings of the cuffs and ties me to the tree by the feet. The bark is rough against my chest, belly and thighs. I groan when Mistress reaches between them and pulls my hard cock down and back, away from the bark.

“I imagine you're wondering what I plan to to with My slut today, aren't you?” She asks and then I feel a flogger swishing across my shoulders.

“Yes, Mistress, your devoted slut has been wondering that all day,” I answer and wince as the flogger moves lower. It's not unpleasant but I know it could become so.

The flogger bounces off my bum cheeks and my cock twitches in time with the light blows.

“I'm going to take that lovely bum and make it Mine,” Mistress says softly. “I'm going to impale it with my own nice big fact cock.”

“Oh yesssssssssss please, Mistress,” I gasp with quivering excitement coursing through every fiber of my being. My cock is dancing wildly as I wiggle and wait. “Your slut lives for being used by you..”

“I'm going to fuck your bum,” she continues in her mesmerizing voice, “and I'm going take great pleasure in doing so.”

I close my eyes and lean against the tree inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of the fresh cut grass, the soft scent of the roses and honeysuckle vine. I wonder for a moment about who cut the grass then gasp as I feel my bum cheeks being spread wide open.

“My fuckslut,” Mistress says as she rubs the head of her strap-on cock against my bumhole.
 

“Mmmmm yes Mistress, yours and only yours,” I say and try to push my bum toward her, but my position tied to the tree makes it both uncomfortable and nearly impossible to move much.

Mistress pushes the cock-like dildo harder and I gasp as the head pops inside me. She holds still as my body starts to adjust to the intrusion. I breath deeply, forcing myself to relax and Mistress thrusts her hips pushing it deeper. Her hands grips my hips as she thrusts in short, quick jabs. She make little grunting sounds with each thrust.

“This is your pussy,” she tells me as she thrusts deeper.

“Ahhhhhhhgggghhhh,” I gasp as I feel the cock slide in deeply. “My pussy. Yes, Mistress!”

My cock has gotten rock hard and thick. With each thrust Mistress makes, it is pushed against the rough bark and I groan, but not sure from which, the exquisite feel of the dildo in my pussy or my cock grating against the tree.

My grunts match each of Mistress's well timed thrusts. “You're a cock-loving fuck slut, aren't you,” she taunts me and all I can think about is how much I want her to keep fucking me as the pleasure keeps ripping through my body and I stick my bum out as much as my bonds will allow.

“Oh, I am, Mistress,” I gasp as another wave of mind blowing pleasure sweeps through me. “I am you cock-loving fuck slut. All I want is to be yours.” My body is a mass of nerve-endings misfiring and making my mind cloud over as I absorb them all. The sensations coming from my pussy, the sensations from my cock, the sensations from my skin against the oak tree. They all have merged and 

I no longer know where one begins and another ends. All I know is Mistress. She surrounds me. She engulfs me. She owns me.

 My cock is throbbing, aching hard. I squirm and writhe while Mistress continues to pound into me, her grunts and taunts just excite me more, I start to beg loudly, uncaring who might hear or not. 

“Please Mistress...I need to cum..pleaseeee!”

“Don't you dare cum,” she hisses at me. “I'm not nearly through with you yet.” She slows her incessant pounding to soft, almost tentative thrusts. Then she rotates her hips and stirs the cock around inside me. All she is succeeding in, is making me even crazier with desire and need. I want to cum so fucking bad it's driving me out of my head. My cock is in over drive. I fear it won't take much more and I'll cum anyhow.

With each slow thrust, Mistress says, “You're so fucking horny aren't you?”

Weak with need and desire, I can barely whisper, “Yes, Mistress.”
 

She stops and stirs the cock around and around inside me. “Arrrrgggghhhhh, Mistress!” I hug the tree to keep from melting. “I'm so yours,” I gasp.

“Mine,” she says as she withdraws the dildo.

The wail that escapes me is one of sheer wanton need. I am so desperately in need of cumming I feel near delirious, as if I will lose my mind if I'm not allowed to cum this time. I feel so completely powerless and hers as I know any chance of cumming is in her hands. So entrenched in her control am I that I can no longer even consider pleasing myself without her consent.

I lean against the tree, resigned to my fate, completely forgetting Mistress' promise. She isn't done with me yet.

Mistress unties the ropes and undoes the spreader bar. I think she has finished with me and say, 

“Thank you, for allowing this fuck slut to serve you, Mistress.”

“Silly boy,” she says with a laugh. “Weren't you listening? I'm not nearly done with you just yet.”

She reaches up and pinches a nipple. The sensation nearly sends me to my knees. “Oh, Mistress,” I gasp and my cock leaps for joy.

“Back against the tree,” she says.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whisper and place my back against the tree. My pussy is still tingling from the pounding it received and my cock is bouncing and oozing a stream of precum.

Mistress once again loops the rope in the rings on my cuffs and pulls the rope and pulling my arms behind me. Oh God, I wonder, what has she got planned now? I'm not left long to wonder. She's left my feet untethered, but pinches open a clothes peg and and after teasing my left nipple long enough to drive me to distraction with want and need, she attaches it. The sharp pain of pleasure shoots through me and my cock lifts in response. I yelp at the suddenness of conflicting sensations.

“Mmmmmm,” Mistress murmurs, “I love it when your mind tells me one thing, but your body's response tell Me another.”

She wipe the precum from the tip of my cock and and then holds her fingers to my mouth which I open like a baby bird anticipating his meal. She lets me suck my fluids off her fingers and then adds the second clothes peg to my right nipple. I hiss, but don't make any other sound.

Mistress pours an ample handful of lubricant in her palm. A long, loud groan erupts from deep within my being as she applies the lubricant to my cock. She looks at me as she glides her hands back and forth over my throbbing shaft. I stare back at her, my gaze expressing my need, desire, lust, want, submission, utter surrender to her.

“I fucked you with a cock,” she says as she strokes mine while coating it with lube. “Now, it's My turned to be fucked with this cock.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I say breathlessly, “this cock is at your service.”

I am anticipating Mistress will straddle my cock, but when she turns and backs up to Me I gasp in shocked surprise. She takes my cock and guides it to her bumhole and there's nothing I can to do to help as my arms tied behind the tree.

“Ohhh Mistress,” I groan as I feel the head of my cock pressing against her. I thrust my hips and feel a slight resistance and as Mistress pushes back against me harder, I thrust again and gain entry.

“Oh yeah,” Mistress breathes as my cock gets slid deeper into her bumhole. She starts to rock backwards on my cock and groans of sweet agony erupt from me as she squeezes and tightens around me. I use the tree for leverage by arching my back and thrust my hips.

She stays just far enough out of reach that my forward thrusts don't accomplish as much as her backwards one do. The tight friction on My cock is my undoing, and I beg Mistress to let me cum.

“Please Mistress,” I say, my voice high pitched and foreign sounding to me, “please let me cum!”

For an answer, Mistress rams backwards with such force I'm pinned to the tree, while she continues to fuck my cock with her bum. The sounds of her soft grunts mingle with my loud wails of 

 “Pleasssssssssssssse, Mistress,” and “Let me cum, Pleasssssssssssss”

I am writhing and rolling my head around as I start to lose my mind with the delirious pleasures my body is pent up with. My heart is pounding hard in my chest while my breath comes in gasps as I struggle to hold back the need to cum. I would rather die than cum without Mistress' permission, but if she keeps tormenting me like this I know I won't be able to stop the inevitable.

Mistress pumps hard and fast and I'm almost screaming for her to please give her permission when she says calmly, “Cum NOW!” and pushes hard and tight against me.

The second the word “now” passes her lip, my cock explodes with a fierce eruption as I have never experienced before. My cock pulses with a continuous stream of hot cum as I keep cumming and cumming. The release is so powerful I feel as if my brain exploded with it. Even after Mistress pulls off me, my cock still pulses and throbs. I feel so spent both physically and emotionally, I lean against the tree for support.

Mistress unclips the clothes pegs and all I can do is utter a small gasp. She unfastens the rope and I slide to a heap at her feet. She sits beside me and holds me, telling me over and over how pleased she is with her slut. I lean against her and bask in her praise a tired, but satisfied smile on my lips as Mistress says, “Mine. You belong to Me.” I don't even care when I notice a couple standing by the gate gawking at us.

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Suprise in the Barn

I stepped out onto the porch and pulled my coat closer around me. It was cold. Snow fell silently and even though I wasn’t fond of it, the beauty and wonder of it never escaped my noticed. I breathed in the cold air and watched my breath fan out around me in a cloud of vapor when I exhaled.

I saw Tyler ride up earlier and thought he could use a hot drink so I filled a thermos with coffee sweetened with a touch of sugar—just the way he liked it and stepped off the porch and headed for the barn. A new blanket of snow covered the ground and muffled my foot steps as I trod the distance from the house to the barn. The sun shown through the trees and made the snow-flocked trees glitter like diamonds. I stopped midway and tilted my head up to the sky. The flakes melted as they hit my face and I stuck out my tongue to catch a few on its tip. Way out here, the snow was fresh and clean and I smiled and squinted as flakes landed on my eyelashes, giving me a crystallized view of the sky.

The cold was seeping through so I hurried the rest of the way. Tyler had left the door ajar so I slipped in unnoticed. He had his back to me. I stood just inside the doorway and watched. He had taken his lambskin lined jacket off and I could see his back and shoulder muscles work through his denim shirt as he brushed the bay horse’s back and flank. The horse saw me and whinnied softly.

Tyler murmured something to it and I smiled. He had such a way with the horses. Hell, he had such a way with me. The barn was well insulated and kept the cold at bay, so I slipped off my own coat, put both it and the thermos flask on the ground and watched Tyler work. His broad back rippled as he brushed and I imagined slipping my hands underneath his shirt and running them over it. I could almost feel the warmth radiating off of him and smell the scent that was uniquely his...even amongst the rich, earthy smells of the barn, the hay, horses and earthen floor.

I could see his sandy brown hair peek out under his hat. I smiled. A typical cowboy. Seldom parted from his hat. Tyler reached up with one hand and tilted his hat back. For a moment, I thought he was reading my mind and had acknowledged it with that gesture. He turned his head slightly and I could see the curve of his tanned neck, the spot just below his left ear that I loved to kiss. It was just a small movement, but it made my heart lurch and I felt a twinge between my thighs. He had that affect on me. I stepped closer. The horse whinnied again.

The sounds of the other horses shuffling around in their stalls muffled my foot steps. I crept up quietly and when I was behind Tyler I slipped my hands around his waist and pressed my breasts against his hard back as I tip-toed to kiss his neck.

Tyler turned around in my arms, dropped the brush and smiled at me. I looked up into his blue eyes and sputtered, “I thought you might like some coffee from being outside so long.” God, I thought, how could just the look in his eyes get me flustered?

“Coffee sounds good, thanks,” he said, “but first, I have to do this,” and bent to kiss me.

I reached up to put my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer. His mouth moved over mine, taking my lower lip and slowly sucked it. I opened my mouth to allow him access and he didn’t need a second invitation. Tyler thrust his tongue and mine met it eagerly. We dueled for a moment and then I explored his mouth. My tongue ran over the edges of his bottom teeth, tasting the sweetness along the inside of his lower lip. His soft moan spurred me on and I ran my tongue long his teeth, the deep recess inside his cheek and over his front teeth. I backed away but his mouth clung to mine, and returned the exploration. He tasted of mint and him. I rubbed against him and moaned softly. Tyler held my head to his mouth with one hand and his other arm pressed me tighter against him.

My heart was pounding and my breath came in gasps. A slow ache was building and I had a desire to touch Tyler’s bare skin, to taste his bare skin, to feel his bare skin against mine. I pulled away and touched my fingers to his lips when he protested.

“Come here, you wench,” he growled and pulled me back against him. His lips ground against mine and I moaned helplessly. His mouth ravaged mine and then his lips left mine and blazed a trail along my jaw to the soft tender spot under my left ear. His rough chin scraped my flesh and his moist hot lips traces a path long my neck to my shoulder.

My hands went of their own accord to the buttons of his shirt. With a few deft twists of my fingers I had Tyler’s shirt open and my hands roamed over his hot firm flesh. He pushed me back against the stall and the horse whinnied loudly at the sound.

Tyler looked at me and then the horse. “This isn’t the place, come on.” He grabbed my hand and led the way to the other end of the barn. He snatched a blanket off a rail and spread it over a bed of strewn hay.

“Now, where were we, Sadie?” he asked huskily.

I looked into his eyes. They had grown darker. “Here,” I whispered and pressed my lips against the base of his throat. I could feel his pulse beneath my lips. It sped up as I ran my hands lightly down his back. I let my lips trail over his chest and then smiled against it as he moaned.

Tyler urged me down onto the blanket with him. He laid on his back and I straddled him, resting on my knees. My fingers walked across his chest with feather light steps. I smiled down at him and licked my lips, running the tip of my tongue around them. He watched me and waited.

I unbuttoned my blouse, slowly, one agonizing button at a time. When it was undone, I slipped it off and tossed it aside. I reached around and unhooked my bra and freed my ample breasts. Tyler’s eyes narrowed and a small smile played about his lips. I rubbed my breasts and then leaned over and pressed my mouth against his, letting my breasts tantalize his chest. His hands came up to fondle them and I grabbed his wrists.. “Uh uh, not yet,” I said and held his hands beside his head and slid backwards to lay on top of him while pressing my mouth harder against his. Then as Tyler tried to take my lower lip into his mouth, I pulled away and began planting hot moist kisses on his chest. I let my tongue dart out to get a taste of him. Salty. I caressed his ribs as my lips found his right nipple. I flicked it with my tongue and felt him arch suddenly under me. I sucked on his nibble and my left hand came up to find his right one. I rolled them both around, one between finger and thumb and the other between my hot wet lips.

Tyler moaned, I loved that sound. I lifted my head and blew lightly on his wet nipple and he gasped.

“Do you like that, Tyler, darlin’?” I asked.

“Mmmm,”

“What about this?” I said and trailed my kisses down to his navel, then twirled my tongue around it. My hands had gone to his waist band hand were undoing his belt buckle. He had a large bulge there and I scratched at it through his jeans. He bucked up.

“Oh Sadie,” Tyler groaned.

I smiled. This is what I loved. Pleasing my man. I undid the fastener and unzipped his jeans. I wrenched them down and exposed him down to his knees. My lips trailed around his navel a little before I traveled lower. I had my hands on his hips and caressed them while I planted kisses on his erect penis. Tyler propped himself up on his elbows and watched me. I glanced up and saw how his face had grown taut and his eyes followed my every movement.

I smiled at him and winked. Then I grasped his penis with both hands and began a slow, steady lick, starting from the base and going to the tip. I gave the tip a couple of laps, as if it had been an ice cream cone and then slowly went back down the shaft. I rubbed my cheek against him and then took him into my mouth. I sucked on the tip and then slid down over it, letting him fill my mouth completely. I bobbed on him briefly and then began to glide upwards until his tip rested against my closed teeth. I pushed my clenched teeth against his tip and he moaned, “Yessss,” as he tried to thrust up.”

I let go with one hand and began to caress the inner thigh of Tyler’s left leg. My fingernails grazed the tender flesh while my tongue probed the opening on the tip of his bulging penis. Tyler arched hard and forced himself into my willing mouth. His drawn out groan told me he was getting near.

I began to bob on him and made a tight “O” with my lips . I glided his length along my slick tongue deep into the depths of my throat. When he tried to thrust I pulled back. He groaned and I glanced up at him. He had tossed his head back and his chest was heaving. He bucked and I stopped entirely.

“Nooooo,” he protested.

I looked at him and licked my lips. I kissed the hard, purple tip. I flicked my tongue in the opening. I licked along the shaft and nibbled it with my lips. Tyler’s jaw was as clenched as his hands. I wrapped my lips around the tips and mouthed it. He tried to push and I sucked once more and then placed my lips on his testicles. I sucked one into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue...pressing it to the roof to my mouth and fondled the other with my hand.

Tyler was panting hard. I could feel the tension in his thighs I gave his testicle a squeeze between my cheeks before letting slip out of my mouth. My tongue found that smooth bare spot underneath his testicles and I thrust at it. I pushed at it over and over while Tyler grunted...sweet music to my ears.

I felt his testicles tense up and I knew he was about to come. I took his penis back into my mouth and began to suck hard and fast. Tyler began thrusting and I took him in, swallowing as much of his length as I could. He came hard and I rejoiced in the long drawn out sounds that emitted from his throat. I drank his juices as he pulsed inside my mouth and I sucked gently until I had milked him dry.

He collapsed back on the blanket and I slid up to lie by his side.

“God, Sadie,” was he could manage and I kissed his chin and murmured, 

“You’re most welcome.”

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