My Queen

The message was cryptic, yet blunt: Home. 6:30 pm. Red room.

I certainly understood what it meant but the mystery was to wonder what Mistress had in store for me...I glanced at my watch….in seven hours. I felt a stirring between my legs. The red room meant a session of some sort. But what? I thought back over the week and couldn’t think of any indiscretions I needed to atone for. No tasks or chores I’d left undone. Life had been rather mundane recently. No sessions, just work and routine. I performed my rituals faithfully, attended to Mistress’ needs and demands in both a dutiful and expedient manner.

With a sigh, I set my mind to the task at hand, and tried to immerse myself in work. However, devising market strategies was less intriguing than trying to anticipate what Mistress might be planning. Quitting time could not come soon enough.

I left the office feeling light headed and somewhat giddy. While I lived to serve Mistress, for indeed, I had devoted my life to being her humble servant and plaything, having sessions with her were both exhilarating and grounding. They completed the package.

The time it took to navigate traffic until I finally pulled my car into the garage was filled with mild anxiety coupled with excitement. At a flashing red stop light, as I brought the car to a standstill, I let my right hand briefly rest between my thighs. My cock was straining against it’s stainless steel cage. 

Would Mistress let it out? Would she let me cum? I closed my eyes for a brief moment as I imagined the feel of her silky palms caressing the shaft.

I opened my eyes at the sound of an impatient car horn. With a low moan I pressed on the accelerator and exceeded the speed limit to get home sooner.

Once inside the neat and organized garage, I hurriedly removed my clothes then donned the loose muslin tunic I was required to wear. It barely covered my ass. It gave me a false sense of modesty as in reality it made me feel just as vulnerable as if I were completely nude.

My footsteps were silent as I padded though the tiled kitchen, though the family room and along the hall until I reached the red room door.

I knocked.

Silence.

“Enter."

My hand trembled slightly as I turned the nob. I stepped over the threshold and entered a place where dreams and fantasy combined with anticipation and elation.

As my eyes grew more accustomed to the dimmer ambient light, I could see Mistress sitting on her throne, clad in a long flowing gown. The look was majestic, yet her expression gave nothing a way. I glanced around the room and feel slightly deflated as nothing seemed out of place as if in preparation for use. There was still no clue as to why Mistress required my presence in the red room.

I hurried over to her and dropped to my knees and placed my hands behind my back in obedient deference. I glanced up and whispered, “I am here on your orders, Mistress, how may I serve you?” I lowered my gaze and waited for her reply.

As I waited, I looked at her bare feet and thought I ought to offer to give her a new pedicure soon.

“Well, little bee,” she began, and I felt a strong jolt of relief flow through me, for Mistress had a variety of ways of subtly letting me know a little of her plans. She would use certain words or phrases, or wear certain perfume that would cue me as to what direction our sessions would likely take. When she called me “little bee,” I knew she was in a pleasant state of mind and the session would more enjoyable than painful.

“Present yourself to me,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied and immediately sprang to my feet and planted myself in front of her with my feet at shoulder’s width and my hand hands clasped behind my back. I kept my head bowed and could feel the weight of my cock cage more defined as my cock involuntarily began to strain against it.

I stifled a moan when I felt her cup my testicles in the palm of her hand. It wouldn’t do to show her how much I longed for her touch. All resolve left me when the sensation of her fingernails scraping them and the underside sent shivers down my spine. I gasped, “Oh, Mistress!”
My heart swelled when I saw the corners of her lips lift into a slight smile.

“Begin.” She commanded

I looked directly into her blue eyes. “I am your humble servant, Mistress,” I began, “I exist only to assist as you desire, to please you as you wish...” as I recited, I began to get the familiar, warm, fuzzy feeling flowing through me. It made me feel at peace with myself and my place in her world. “I belong to you, and only you, Mistress. You own me. My body. My mind. My heart. My soul. I am yours, for you do use as you see fit.” I breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. I felt engulfed in a cocoon of calmness, knowing Mistress took her responsibility to me as devoutly as I gave her complete control of me.

“Well done, little bee,” she cooed. I shivered with pleasure. Any little bit of praise from her had that effect on me.

I watched as she removed the silver chain from around her neck. It held a small brass key. It was key to all that bound me to her, both tangible and intangible. That small brass key open both the lock on my cock cage and the ceremonial collar I wore to all our lifestyle gatherings.

I tried to contain my excitement as Mistress fitted the key into the lock. My skin broke out in goosebumps she fondled my testicles, squeezing them, then tugging. Her fingers worked their magic as my cock tried to respond but met the resistance of steel bars. I whimpered. I ached for her touch. 

When I heard the click as the key disengage the locking mechanism, I gasped. So close to the bliss only she could provide.

Then she was standing beside me. Her fingers followed the lines of my goatee, across my upper lip, along the edges of my mouth. I closed my eyes as her thumb caressed my lower lip. Her voice, a soft and low whisper told me, “You are my little bee. I own you.”

“Yes, Mistress. Make me yours.” I gasped.

She released the lock and took off my cage. A chuckle escaped her as my cock found a life of it’s own and instantly began to grow and get hard. My breath caught on an inhale as her fingers curled around my growing shaft and squeezed it tight. Her touch had the desired effect. My cock swelled and hardened.

“Oh Mistress!” I breathed and tried to steel myself. Mistress could torment me for God only knew how long or she could make me cum in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t know which until it happened. Worse, she could deny me the pleasure as she controlled it. Owned it all.

Using the hand that still gripped my hard cock, Mistress began to squeeze and stroke the shaft in a firm, smooth, repetitive fashion. The sound of friction resonated in the room. I rocked slowly back and forth in time with her strokes. I was sinking fast. My mind soaking up the sensations flooding my body. I could hear Mistress breathing softly.

“Mine.” She murmured. “My toy.”

“Yes, Mistress. Yours. Only yours.” I gasped as sensations continued to build and flood my mind and my groin. The ache was real. My skin felt both hot and cold. My mouth went dry. My knees felt weak.

My hard cock throbbed. The tip had started to glisten as precum had begun to flow. My balls felt as heavy and hard as my cock. No...I amended. As hard as Mistress’ cock. It belonged to her. While she owned it, I was the lucky recipient of any pleasure that was afforded it. I groaned loudly when Mistress caressed the underside of the head. Her fingers found the spot that cause my balls to pull up and my hips to want to thrust. My heart was beating harder and my breath coming faster. My entire body began to tense as I felt the building urge.

“Ohhhhhhh Mistress,” I gasped, “Please. Please let me cum.”

Her chuckle made me groan.

“Not quite yet, my little bee.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasped and forced my mind to wrestle control of my urges. I began to pant in an attempt to harness my dwindling will power. My cock was throbbing. My balls were aching.

When Mistress began to press her palm against the wet tip I was sure I was going to lose it and cum in her hand. I gritted my teeth and tried counting backwards from one hundred. My thighs burned as I struggled to keep from thrusting against her hand. I bit my lower lip.

I was close to losing the battle. I knew the consequences would be grim if I did. My mind battled against my body. I wanted to please Mistress, not disappoint her.

“Mistress!” I cried out. “I beg of you! Please! Let me cum!”

“Hang in there, my precious little bee,” she murmured. “Just a bit longer.”

“Ohhhhh Mistress!” I gasped “I’m trying!”

She squeezed my cock hard. Released. Squeezed again.

I let out a loud wail of frustration.

In a barely inaudible voice, she said, “On three.”

Through clinched teeth, I groaned, “Yes, Mistress, please!”

“One.””

She squeezed tight. I groaned.

“Two.”

I hissed through my teeth.

“Three. Cum for me!”

“Yessssssss!” I exploded. All that pent up tension flowed out of my cock in a thick stream of hot cum. Mistress had a crystal bowl to catch it in.

“Good little bee,” she cooed as my cock continued to pump out cum. She milked my cock as I grunted uncontrollably.

Spent, I looked at her and gasped, “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”

She gave me one of her crooked little half smiles. “You aren’t finished yet,” she reminded me and handed me the bowl.

“No, Mistress, I’m not.” I took the bowl of my cum from her. “Your cum must not be wasted,” I said and lifted it to my lips and drank the contents.

“That’s my good little bee,” she said as she patted my cheek and smiled. “Now, clean up and lock my cock back in its cage. I want dinner in an hour.” She turned and headed toward the door.

“Yes, My Queen,” I called after her, a huge smile on my face and a warmth of emotion flooding through me.