Session 08-11-12 to 09-11-12

 08-11-12

I perform one final check in the mirror before catching the train to see Sir to make sure everything is perfect for him. I can’t wait to show Sir my progress. My chest, armpits, cock, balls and arse are smooth shaven, my cock is locked in its cage and my collar is locked around my neck. My body is in the best shape it's ever been in and I have a new shorter haircut that I love and hope Sir will too. I’m wearing my new backless singlet under my clothes for him and it brushes gently against my nipples whenever I move. It's been 56 days since I last came and I desperately want to please Sir. I’m feeling more confident in myself too and head out the door feeling sluttier than ever.

Upon arrival, I’m ordered to strip for inspection and pass with a much higher score than before. My positions test went very similar to the other two with a mind blank early on but nonetheless a pass. I’m thrilled to have passed and hope that Sir will treat me well because of it. He invites me to sit at his feet and puts my head in his lap. ‘So I want to hear about these fantasies of yours, slave’, Sir says. I admit that I really want Sir to take even more control of my orgasms one day either through a chastity belt or Prince Albert piercing. The idea of it being so completely controlled is unbelievably hot. I also confess to Sir that I want him to treat me meaner. I may regret begging for harsher treatment given that I have a full day of servitude ahead of me but I’m too horny to care. I admit this rather sheepishly though since it feels vulnerable for Sir to get so in my head knowing he can use this against me and completely mind fuck me. I desperately want to go deeper into submission under Sir’s guidance though so I tell him everything I’m thinking. It feels amazing to be moulded into his perfect slave. 

A few hours of chores pass before Sir invites me to open the package I ordered from Boxer Barcelona. I got socks that say ‘Slave’ and two very short shorts - one leather and one shiny blue. Sir says that he should send me for a run in the smaller shorts but I don’t respond with anything. It would feel really exposing and embarrassing to be sent on a run in those, so I don’t want to - especially how cold it is outside! I also know that if he orders me to, I don't have much choice but to do it. He has me completely under his thumb. Sir can tell I’m feeling apprehensive so says that I have to get used to doing as I’m told. This makes me dick throb but feel a bit conflicted since the thought of it is scary. I want to try and do it but know I’d rather not if I had the choice. 

More chores pass by and I am soon cooking dinner for Sir again. It feels right serving Sir in every respect and I’m enjoying the cooking more each time. I naturally have to eat the dinner I just made from the floor in a dog bowl on my knees while Sir uses the table. Sir did think I might have to use a knife and fork if it was too difficult but I secretly really didn’t want to have to use them. I made sure to eat everything from my bowl to show Sir how good of a slave I am. 

After cleaning up I finally got to see Sir in some rubber again. It's a green shirt and trousers - uniform style and it's incredibly hot. My hungry eyes can’t get enough of it and are rewarded further when Sir orders me to lace up his boots. They’re quintessential Dom-style leather boots which is a massive turn on of mine. Once laced on I am allowed to lick them, keen to make sure my tongue covers every inch of them. I am permitted to work my way up to Sir’s cock too and breathe in the smell of his rubber deeply with every lick. 

After worshipping Sir I’m taken to the bedroom and hogtied on the bed. I expect something else to happen since Sir is moving around a lot but I am left for a fair while to stew. I’m surprised to find that my mind is very quiet. I don’t have many racing thoughts and instead find that I am simply very happy to be in bondage and waiting for Sir. I feel that this has been the main shift in this session for enjoyment for me. I am truly starting to enjoy serving in itself rather than as a means to get played with eventually and the whole day so far has been completing chores or worshipping Sir. I’ve loved every second. 

I am put to use eventually though as Sir shoves his cock in my mouth. I’m kept bound in the hogtie position but my shoulders are a bit sore so I am shifted to my side to help me suck Sir off better. My throat can take much more of a pounding now thanks to my training and I really hope Sir tries to throat fuck me when I’m so helpless like this. Sir has something else in mind though since the blowjob is short lived and my hole is being focused on instead. We both really want to get an anal orgasm out of me so I know hes about to fuck me hard. I can’t wait.

I’m ordered into position six after my hogtie is released and my legs are attached to the headboard. Sir puts a rubber rebreather hood over my already hooded head then straps a collar on. I’m feeling very restricted and am desperate for Sir to fuck me. I start to beg him and then Sir starts to use my fantasies from earlier to get my extremely pent up. He talks about locking me in a chastity belt and taking control of my orgasms forever. Taking full control of my life including finances and what I wear day to day. I feel just as close as last time but still can’t get over the edge. I feel the ramping up and up and up but it's not tipping over into a full orgasm. It feels amazing and also really frustrating. My mind feels like mush. 

After a short break we tried again but my hole is sore again. I’m annoyed since I trained to be able to have breaks and not feel sore but obviously not enough. I feel like I’ve disappointed Sir and am beating myself up a bit. I really want to impress him and feel like I have my opportunity to do so when Sir orders me to ride him. I love this position and have trained on leg day to be able to do this more. I am also hoping we can get an anal orgasm this way. Once in position and Sir is inside me I start riding him as best I can. My legs start to complain but I try to ignore them and get a good rhythm on Sir’s cock the way I know he likes it best. It starts to feel really good again and I increase the pace. I’m thrusting my hips down onto his cock almost aggressively since I’m so pent up. Sir doesn’t stop me so he must be enjoying it too ;)

My legs give up eventually so my mouth is put to use instead. I’m given the key to my cage and permitted to take it off before this as well so I’m feeling optimistic about my chances of cumming. Sir brings out the blowjob shorts and I’m very happy since this means I get another attempt to suck Sir off to completion in them. I also love the shorts since it makes sure my mouth is constantly full of cock. I’m feeling extremely determined to get Sir to cum from this blowjob due to my earlier frustrations. I take Sir deep down my throat a lot since Sir always seems to get more into it and closer to cumming when he can hear my breathing stop and sense me start to struggle. My neck is getting really tired but Sir is getting close so he grabs my head to encourage me to keep going. I am exhausted but want him to cum so badly so I make one final push. I can tell Sir is about to cum and so I take him as deep into my throat as I can. His cum explodes into my mouth and I nearly choke on it but manage to swallow it all. Before I know it Sir is quickly wanking me off and fuck I’m now so close too. ‘I’m getting close, Sir. I’m really close, Sir. Do I have permission to cum? I’m going to cum!’ Sir gives me permission and I erupt into the biggest orgasm of my life. It feels like the cum won’t ever stop. I’m grunting animalistic sounds and thrusting my cock into Sir’s hand desperate for him to keep stroking. When it’s finally over Sir asks if I’m okay since I am really out of it and my grunts must have been quite primal. It almost feels like I can’t see straight. I was in a state of pleasure and shock. I was shocked that I had an orgasm after so long not experiencing it. I almost forgot how it felt and the release of hormones was overwhelming. It also shocked me how quickly it came on so the pleasure was quite brief albeit intense. ‘So it starts again’ Sir said and it hit me that my next orgasm would likely be in December now too. This made me cling to the memory of the one I just had but it also made me horny of course. 

Some well needed rest time was in order and I was made to serve as Sir’s footstool while he gamed. I was soon then put to bed in the cage with my wireless headphones playing my slave mantra in my ears and drifted off pretty quickly. 

09-11-12

I woke up slightly confused and forgot where I was but the cage quickly reminded me. Sir wasn’t up yet so I had some time to get horny from my situation before Sir arrived and made my horniness worse.

After breakfast I was put in fist mitts and chained to the wall very tightly. I had to go on my tiptoes for Sir to clip my arms up to the top of the wall and it made breathing more laboured. I felt like a piece of meat trussed up and loved it. Sir used the pinwheel all over my body and it was very intense since I had pins and needles in my arms which made the pins hurt more. It also hurt a lot being run over my very tender balls. I was making a lot of grunts and whines that Sir probably loved. It was unfortunately not sustainable since my arms died and I had to be released but Sir took some very horny pictures of my predicament. 

I was then tied down to the bench by my ankles and wrists. Sir also applied a nose hook which was devious since it made me completely unable to move my head. Sir throat fucked me first then poured hot wax all over my chest and dick. It felt amazing dripping down onto me and was just the right temperature to feel slightly painful but never burning. I couldn’t escape the wax either so I felt very helpless. Trying to wriggle away but the wax always following reminded me of my place and the power dynamic with each drip. 

I was eventually released after Sir was happy with his artwork and was then tied down to the bondage board. My ankles and wrists were locked on, my waist and chest were tied down with ropes and my head was attached to the board with a bungee cord keeping it firmly in place. ‘You’re here just to be seeded boy’ Sir said which sent me into overdrive. I needed Sir in me right then and started to writhe as much as I could in my bonds. Sir started to fuck me and it felt so good but so deep. It started to feel hard to take so I recited my slave mantra to get me hornier. ‘I am a slave, I want to please my master. I am a slave, I am nothing but a hole for my master. I am a slave, I am to be used how my master wishes’. I stopped but Sir ordered me to continue so I think he liked it a lot. He started to get faster and faster and eventually came right into me. I was plugged immediately after Sir came as well to keep it inside me. Sir was wiped out so didn’t immediately release me which I like since it allowed me to stew and think about how completely used I just was. How I was completely unable to move or stop him fucking me relentlessly and how I was begging him to keep going and chanting about my subservience to Sir. 

I wasn’t allowed to shower before leaving Sir’s so I had to travel back home covered in wax and plugged with the singlet over the top. I made sure to take a picture of my wax covered body before my shower too for Sir to enjoy.