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Mistress Canes Her Slave


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"Yes," I said. "Here it is, I think." I felt a dribble leak out, then a gloriously relieving flood. The tape made my piss squirt out in all directions. Onto my legs, onto the grass, and onto Lucy.

"Move your fingers," Lucy said urgently as I peed.

I seemed to pass gallons as I finger fucked her arsehole. She seemed enthralled at the sight of me pissing and quite unperturbed by the stray sprays landing on her.

"Well done, slave," she said when I had finished. "Off you go then. Go and give the bathroom a good going over."

How lucky, I thought, that I had had a crap before I left home, otherwise she would probably have had me fertilising the roses - from an upstairs window.

Little did I know that the morning had been but a gentle precursor to what was to follow later that day.

I gave the bathroom a quick wipe then went back out into the garden. Lucy was asleep so I sat in a chair under the sun umbrella. She was still lying on her front. Her legs were parted just enough to enable me to admire her arsehole and her cunt.

But despite the view I must have dozed off again.

"Slave!"

I jerked awake. "Oh, madam."

"I didn't say you could sleep. That calls for punishment."

Not another dick stretcher.

"But that can wait till later. Come here." She rolled over onto her back.

I waddled over and knelt beside her - right in the wet patch.

"Give me your hand," she said.

She placed my hand carefully between her legs, my middle finger in the groove of her cunt. If I had bent my finger it would have gone in. I didn't.

"Keep it still," she said. " Now, move that finger very slowly from side to side. Can you feel my clit?"

"Yes I can," I replied. Her clit popped to the right as I moved my finger to the left, then popped to the left as I moved my finger to the right.

Lucy tugged at my weight. "I said slowly. And don't press so hard."

My finger was barely touching her. I did it very slowly, maybe every thirty seconds or so popping her clit from one side to the other. Her cunt was so pretty and her clit felt big and hard to my touch.

Once she was happy I was doing it right she settled back and closed her eyes.

I played with her like this for ages, feeling the warmth of her body beneath my hand. She seemed to doze off. If she slept for too long she was going to have a hand mark down there spoiling an otherwise perfect all over tan.

She was lubricating freely now. I wondered what she was dreaming about.

After what seemed like hours I detected the very slightest pushing up of her thighs against my hand, though her breathing was still slow and even. I did not quicken my hand, just kept brushing slowly from side to side.

She pressed up again, a short, more urgent push this time. But still I did not quicken my pace nor respond to her by pressing harder. Her breathing grew faster, with uneven catches in it. She was very wet now and she was involuntarily pushing her cunt upwards against my hand. Still I did not quicken the pace.

I saw her grip the sides of the sun lounger and her body begin to tense. Her face was starting to show her excitement, her eyes not just closed now, but screwed tight shut. She breathed out sharply, panted twice - 'hah, hah' - then her whole body tensed and arched up off the sun lounger and held motionless like that as though her orgasm was never going to arrive - I was still not wanking her any harder or faster. Then she started a little high pitched whine, a whine of desperation at wanting to come but not quite being able to. This was pleasure torture.

She gave one sudden jerk against my hand and then finally a long, long slow 'uuuuuuhhhhhh' rose up from deep within her as she came and came and came. Unable to resist any longer, she put her hand on mine pushing it down, grinding my hand with a desperate urgency into her cunt to extract all the pleasure she could from her orgasm.

She sank back with a contented grunt. She opened her eyes.

"Ssshhhew," she exclaimed. "That was nice. What time is it?"

What time is it? Was that all she could say after I'd been wanking her for goodness knows how long? I got up, trying to disguise the fact that in spite of tape, weight and wanks, my dick was half erect.

I went and looked at the clock. "Quarter to one."

"Gosh, we'd better get on, I've got some shopping to do."

Shopping? I thought this was supposed to be a day of uninterrupted mistress and slave pleasure - pleasure for her at least. I don't recall shopping featuring in any of my anticipatory fantasies.

Lucy got up. "I'm going for a quick shower. Go and get a dress out of the wardrobe..." I raised an eyebrow. "...for me, I mean. The long one at the front of the rack. And choose a pair of knickers for me, second drawer down."

I had a lovely rummage in her knicker drawer. Frilly ones, crotchless ones, serious ones, lacy ones. It was a wanker's paradise. I was in paradise. I was getting my enthusiasm back. My cock was engorged, straining at its casing. The tape was still wet with piss, but excitement juice was also beginning to seep through and glisten.

I selected the tiniest and most see through pair of knickers that I could find. I knew she would change them for another pair because the dress was so thin it was practically transparent. I had not been instructed to select a bra.

Lucy wandered in. Without speaking she put on the knickers and the dress.

She opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of John's rugby shorts.

"Take your stockings off, put these on," she said.

"What about all this?" I asked, indicating the tape and weight.

Her look said 'you're asking for a sharp pull...'

I took the stockings off and donned the shorts. It was ridiculous, the tape and weight hanging out down one leg.

"Take them off," she said. "Turn around."

She reached between my legs and pulled the tape back and up into the crack of my bum, pushing my balls to one side. She pulled up sharply on it, making me rise up onto my toes.

"Now put the shorts on."

She held the weight so it was above the waistband. Shorts on, I turned to face her.

"You'll do," she said.

"I can't go out like this!" The shorts were so short that my balls were in danger of hanging out, let alone my dick if the weight should free itself.

"Yes, you need some knickers." She reached up her dress and took her knickers off and held them out for me. Hoist by my own petard.

The knickers were totally inadequate for the job but might just prevent me getting arrested. I put them on, then the shorts again.

Lucy started to walk out.

"What about you?" I said. "You can see right through that dress."

"So? Oh, nearly forgot." She took a small vibrator, shaped like an elongated egg, out of her bedside drawer. She twisted its top and it began to buzz. "Put this in for me." She hitched up her skirt and put one foot up on the bed.

I crouched down and put it into her cunt as gently as I could.

"What if it falls out?" I asked.

"You'll just have to put it back in again, won't you?"

She seemed to be able to walk quite normally. What a wonder women's intimate muscles are.

And thus we walked around Tesco. Her in a see through dress attracting admiring glances, occasional 'tut tuts' and no doubt stiffening a few pricks into the bargain. And I in a pair of shorts trying to keep my balls penned in by the shoelace-like crotch of Lucy's knickers, the tape chafing my arse and the weight banging against the base of my spine. Strange though, what made me feel most ill at ease was walking around Tesco without a shirt on. Not really the done thing, is it?

We stopped for something to eat in the cafe. When I returned to the table with our lunch, Lucy was sitting in a most peculiar position, leaning forward, her bum pushed right back, her legs wide apart.

"It's got a computer or something in it," Lucy said. "It goes on and off sort of at random. It should start up again soon. I'm trying to push it half way out so I can press it against my clitty," she whispered.

We started eating. Then her vibrator started. She had obviously succeeded in pushing it half way out as her chair was acting like a sounding board and the buzzing was very audible.

Heads turned. I looked searchingly up at the ceiling. So did everyone else.

Meanwhile Lucy, I think, was trying to see if she could have an orgasm like this. She was grunting with satisfaction at her vaginal manipulations and would no doubt have come noisily. But much to my relief, if not hers, the thing switched itself off before she could climax. She put her hand between her legs and pushed the little toy back in.

I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

As Lucy got into the car she paused, one leg in, one leg out.

"Catch it," she said.

I looked around. People everywhere! Lucy pulled her skirt up to her waist, strained, and the little thing shot out into my waiting hands.

"Lick it clean," she said.

I started to lick it. Smooth and creamy. I liked doing it. I could feel my cock straining at its leash. I tried to think myself out of an erection - getting a stiffy when your dick is pulled halfway up your arse cannot be comfortable. Lucy's tasty cunt juice all consumed, we drove home. What would the afternoon hold in store?

Glad to be back, I closed the front door behind us and put the shopping down.

"Well done, slave," Lucy said. "I did get some looks in Tesco, didn't I - is my dress really that see through?"

"When the light is behind it, yes."

"You were alright though, you didn't get done for flashing. Still, turn round, bend forward."

I turned my back to her and bent forward.

"Close your eyes, you've earned this," she said in a soft sexy voice.

Ooh! Perhaps life as a slave wasn't so bad after all. I heard her moving around behind me.

"Brace yourself!" she said.

It was lucky I did.

THWACK!

"EEEYYYOOOW!" I shot forwards in real pain, hopping from one foot to the other clutching my backside, my eyes watering.

Lucy was standing there holding a long cane.

"Bloody hell, Lucy! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I just couldn't believe how hard she had hit me.

She did seem genuinely worried. "Did I do it a bit hard?"

"A bit hard! Christ!" I was rubbing myself trying to get some feeling back. "What the hell did you do that for?"

"Sleeping on the job."

"Sleeping on the...?" Then I remembered my doze and the promise of retribution. "But, bloody hell," I said. "That wasn't funny."

"Sorry, let's have a look at the damage."

I pulled my shorts down.

"Oh dear," Lucy said. "A bit of a mark."

I looked over my shoulder and could see the end of a dark red line on the side of my arse.

"Do not do that again," I said firmly.

She gave my bottom a friendly rub. "Alright now?"

The stinging was subsiding. "Alright, but for goodness sake."

"I think you've earned your cock's freedom," Lucy said compassionately. "Take everything off, including the tape. I want you completely naked."

You know what it's like pulling a plaster off? Even though the tape was wet and slimy it was painful pulling it off the more sensitive parts of my dick. Maybe Lucy would kiss it better for me.

"Want a hand?" she said.

But I declined that offer. Lucy seemed in no mood for the required gentleness. While I was taking the tape off, Lucy went upstairs. When she came back down she was wearing a pair of skimpy white shorts and a white shirt unbuttoned almost to the waist, and no bra. She was carrying a pair of handcuffs. I was now completely naked.

Lucy took hold of my cock, inspecting it, lifting it to look underneath. "Hasn't done any damage, hasn't even left a mark," she said.

I was going to tell her I would have taken the weight off long ago if I thought there was any prospect of damage, but seeing those handcuffs, discretion seemed the better part of valour.

"Now, I've got some work to do," she announced. "Where did you put those proofs?"

"Proofs?"

"They came in the post."

"Oh, there on the table."

She picked them up and walked through into the garden. I followed. She sat at the table under the umbrella. She told me to lie on the sun lounger and oil myself.

"Stay there so I can look up and admire my slave when I need inspiration."

As she unwrapped her book proofs I settled down for a well earned siesta.

"I nearly forgot," she said. "You always chain slaves when they sleep. Come here."

She put the handcuffs on my wrists and snapped them shut. The key was on the table.

"Lie on your back, with your feet on the ground."

Lucy went to work with her blue pencil, looking up at me every now and again.

"Do your balls move like that all the time?" she said. "Can you feel them moving?"

I sat up to have a look. "No, can't feel that at all."

When I had dozed off she woke me up, probably out of spite, and told me to turn over.

"I want to admire your bum. Oh dear, that mark has gone a really dark blue. Legs apart a bit."

She was admiring my arsehole as I had been admiring hers this morning.

Some time later my snooze was interrupted again by the doorbell. I should have disconnected the darned thing.

"Get that."

I didn't even bother to protest my nakedness, or the handcuffs. I poked my head around the front door.

"Is Lucy in?"

It was a woman dressed very smartly in a skirt, white round necked top and a jacket.

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