Mistress Tracey's Delight

The First Meeting

I'm generally allowed to cum in our sessions. I'm forbidden to cum without Mistress Tracey's permission, ever. Cum relief is only one reason I need to see Mistress Tracey each week. At least each week. And yes, I eat my spunk for Her. I've been well trained in Mistress Tracey's arts of "cleaning Mommy's joy juice" as She calls. I eat all my cum exactly as Mistress Tracey directs. One method of cleaning was shown to me in the moments of our first session. From this first meeting of Her, only the second time I'd ever stepped foot into a bdsm prodom dungeon, I've also warn a chastity device. It's a CB 3000, a cock cage and ball restraint which is locked on my cock and balls after every session. Mistress Tracey is the only one with the key.

Mistress Tracey had let me know from our first meeting that she owned my cock and balls. "And any thing near them, Michael dear" She said at that first meeting gripping fingers full of ball hair before stepping squaring before me with a deep gaze. I heard the exciting click of Her red pumps on the hardwood as I stared into Her eyes. And slowing, so slowly raising up Her hand up, She established her confident anguish upon me. The painful stretching of my ball sack was closely followed by the sound of scrotum hairs ripping out of my skin and or breaking off in her grip. I winced terribly. "No face, Michael, show Mommy you take it". On those commanding words, a gob of spunk rolled out of my semi erect cock and onto the dungeon floor. Cum eating training had commenced.

For then an amazingly powerful grip on the back of my neck commanded my face to the floor. Mistress Tracey squatted above, as if She were samurai intent on my death. "Clean" she said, loosening my head and throat just enough for me to turn my mouth and tongue to obey her. I found three gobs of sperm with my mouth and hastily removed them from the floor with a combination of tongue licking and vacuuming with a strong sucking through my puckered lips. Her grip and Her will were absolutely irrefutable. For the first time in my life I was tasting a man's sperm, my own sperm. I was still dazed by the thought that I'd cum, that amazingly She had loosed semen from my balls with the sound of Her voice and powerful command to "take it". The thought of tasting cum was simultaneously totally repulsive and intriguing to me. The gelatinous cum in my mouth was still warm off the floor. A wordless, minute nod from Mistress Tracey was all that was needed for her next command to me and correctly I held open my mouth to show Her my cum and some dust which had been sucked up along with the three spunk splatterings. Seeing the cum gob in my mouth, seemed to intensify Mistress Tracey's gaze.

Was Her pleasure heightened the fact that I'd accidentally and, totally to my surprise, ejaculated upon her words and punishment? Was She more pleased that this type of visitation of Her power, of Her tearing the hair off of my ball sack, affected me so? Many thoughts of her possible thoughts raced through my mind. Thoughts came and passed so quickly in the mix of my pain and predicament. Or was Mistress Tracey exacting my fate even more.

In the flash of a moment, Mistress Tracey had overwhelmed me mentally with a formidable knowledge, preparation and surprise. My surrender added to a baffled and confused me even more. Why was I helpless? Why didn't I fight? I could easily overpower Her. But She had me on the floor under Her grip and intense gaze. She made me lick my own cum off a dungeon floor. I looked up and saw the milky white of her inner thighs under her skirt as She secured herself over me. There were faint, wispy, golden hairs on the milk of her thighs and a red of her panties. The poutiness under the red panty fabric showed a transfixing mound, my eyes searched for the outline of her womanly gash and hair. A delicious curve of Her pussy mound, then the hint of slit under the panty red was seen slowly turning dark, spreading a dark then darker red above my face as She maintained a commando throat grip. The tiny darkness of red spread in both directions from the outline of Her pussy lips under the panty. Droplets started to form on the part of the fabric which was darkest yet because of the double panty fabric. I looked for the imprint of an enlarging clit or to confirm the outline of tiny pussy hairs under the red panty. I saw none. I imagined a waxed, smooth, hairless cunt with luscious puffy lips. I wanted to see the outline under the red fabric of a proud clit pushing through the fleshy shawl of excited inner lips. The red smoothness excited me even more. My mouth instinctively started to close only slightly before the sudden, rapid jolt of Her choke knocked the side of my head loudly off the wooden floor and Her constriction on my throat flushed my face blood red and breathless.

Even the tempo of Her loosening grip helped me interpret the wordless message from Her eye and the hint of approval by the pursing of Her mouth. I understood to open, to be open, to open all of myself to Her power. My mouth opened as it was directed under the darkest red of the panties. My mouth received a droplet, then droplets. My tongue tasted the earthy saltiness of Mistress Tracey's urine in my mouth. The next wetness hit my lower lip and fell in my mouth, other drops rolled down my cheek and chin. I could feel the beginning sting of their saltiness on my face and neck. My eyes were transfixed upon hers, I was enthralled in the dance in Mistress Tracey's eyes. "Good" She said as her urine fell into my mouth. And other words followed. There were words which had followed after that but I hadn't heard them over the close trickling sound so close to my inner ear. I felt perhaps they were words of approval, those first next words from her lips after that. "Good" was so soft a whisper that came out first, ever so slowly, ever so approvingly, and ever so softly to but I wasn't sure what words She had spoken after that. I could hear the sound of her pee droplets in my mouth. I looked in her eyes and I strained for the second sounds which had passed after "good". They were gone. The words had passed and I would not recover their loss. I heard the loud trickle the warm piss stream falling from Mistress Tracey's dark panty redness into my mouth. My tongue could feel two textures, one of the gelatinous jism and now more of a watery warm urine. The sound of the stream was clear and unmistakable. "Don't drink yet, Michael" she said. Then the stream reduced to droplets again after that. I looked to see the formation of the last droplets. I wanted to lick the fabric dry. I heard the slight "pink, pink" sound, almost a muted crystalline splashing sound as the last drops of Her pee made tiny splashes in my mouth.

"Good" Mistress Tracey whispered. The trickling sound of Her pee stream had an immediacy, it was so close, both inside and outside my ears. Now the warmth of Her piss half filled my mouth, the warmth overtook all the feeling in my mouth. The all encompassing warm just happened, like the cum which had fallen out of my half hard cock had just happened. Warm engulfed half my mouth and it caused me to shudder. The trickle and pursuing pee drops had filled up half my mouth. I took a breath through my nose. A salty half mouth. There was an instinct to swish and swallow. I'd never been so close to the smell of urine. It wasn't one smell but multiple smells. There was something akin to a pee smell, then the clear odor of strong urine mixed with my cum smell. They all entered my confused state of mind. I was awakening from the head banging into a jamboree of womanly choke, dancing Mistress eyes, and droplets from a seductive red, wet panty material above my eyes. My stupored state and half mouthful of women's urine and my ejaculate had been the result of Mistress Tracey's deliberate and exacting design. I searched Her face for approval, for a smile. I took a second breath through my nose and awaited another sign of what Mistress Tracey wanted me to do.

"Don't close, sweetheart" She whispered as if through her eyes. "I want you to" then Mistress Tracey slowly moved, somehow holding my shoulders while easing both my head and neck to comfort. Then easing herself down, She seated herself comfortably on my chest as if our bodies had known how to fold together like this before. The inner thigh of her legs warmed my chest and her knees propped up my shoulders. "Feel your cum for me first, Michael." With a flip of Her hair she averted her gaze for the first time and casually reached for the wine glass on the table next to us, tilted her head back, raised the glass to her lips and took a big sip. "Show me" She said with the curiosity and delight of an adolescent girl discovering a newly found power she could have over men. She slipped a pillow under my head. When She was done, her panty wetness and legs warmed my chest, making the entirety of my body shudder again. She leaned closely over me never leaving my eyes. I noticed I took another breath through my nose, this time having gained more familiarity with the strong smell of urine and semen.

"Good, Michael, you can do this for me, can't you?" She said.

My yes was forming in a slow motion consciousness, at once both capable of acting but also searching for the essence of what I had become. A seductive, alluring, repulsive, shudder-causing mouthful and breath and smell pee and cum had become me. The trickle sound memory and wet Mistress pussy warmth sitting on my chest had also become me also. Anticipating permission to drink of Her piss, had become me. Responding to Her question was a slow motion car crash of felling and desire. I told Her with all of me through my eyes and body, yes. Yes, Mistress Tracey I can do it for you.

"Show me your cum on your tongue, Michael. Good! Breath easily through you nose. Can you smell me? Do you smell me in my piss? Take a nice big slow easy breath for me. That's good. There are lots of smells of me aren't there, Michael? Do you smell your cum, it's floating in my pee. I'm sure you do, but I don't want you to confuse the smell of your jizz with Mommy, OK, Michael. Focus on Mommy. I want you to take just a little swallow without closing your mouth very much at all". I did as She wished. "I want you to feel the burn of me in your throat. Do you? Small drink again for Mommy. Good. Want any more?" and with that Mistress Tracey reached again for her wine glass, took a sip of her stilled chilled chardonnay.

I could feel the pulsation of blood rushing through my ears and cock. I nodded that I did, that I did want more. I couldn't stop myself. I could feel my overwhelming sense of surrender as pure pleasure, my resistance had faded. I did want more. I could do this for her. I want to do this for her. I will please my Mistress and I will find exquisite pleasure in doing so. I was starting to relax to my state of human toilet and ottoman for the most exciting and beautiful woman I'd ever known.

In just those first few beginning minutes, it was as though she had called upon our past life together to command me to her will.