Service

I had served my new Mistress twice. Once, she had required me to clean her house, the second time to worship her feet. Both these tasks were performed in the nude and I performed my tasks with enthusiasm, but I had hoped for a different type of service. Of course I understood that my role was to fulfill my Mistresses whims, not to satisfy me, but I was hoping for something more. Then I got a call from my Mistress to tell me that I was to meet her for lunch. I was to arrange for personal time, meet her at noon, and not count on being back to the office till 3:00 pm. I was to be dressed in a suit and die. I was not to be late/

I arrived at the address at 11:55 and saw a restaurant called “The Queening Room” . I tried to walk in, to see if my Mistress was already there, but as I opened the door, I was told that this was a private club and no “unaccompanied males” were allowed. That seemed peculiar, but I assumed that it was the female equivalent of the traditional all male private club. I soon found out how wrong I was.

Mistress greeted me at 12:10 and took me into the club. As I walked through the front door the receptionist, a large male, completely hairless, top and bottom, placed a blindfold over my eyes. Mistress led me by the elbow. I was effectively a blind man. Mistress had not said a word to me. With no directions to follow, I was effectively deaf as well as blind.

Mistress led me about 30 yard, with many turns. I could hear moaning and smell the smell of pussy juice as I walked. Finally, Mistress made me  lie down, and guided me to a place where my head was suspended about 12 inches above the ground. I was fully dressed, suit and tie, on my back. Finally, my Mistress spoke. “You will serve me with your tongue. You will not touch yourself. I am not interested in seeing your little cock, Serving me is your job. It is not meant for your pleasure.”

I sensed something above me and then I felt something on my nose. It was my Mistresses ass. She quickly ordered me to extend my tongue to its full length. I did, and I could just barely feel the warmth and moisture of my Mistress’s wonderful pussy. “Lick you fool, and I do not want you to get an erection.” I could not help it. I could feel the blood running to my cock and my cock growing hard as I gently licked my Mistress’s pussy. All of a sudden I felt a hard blow of a cane against the base of my cock. “How dare you disobey my orders. Your mind is to concentrate on my pleasure. I have ordered you not to become erect. I will not tolerate such defiance.” With that, I felt the cane again smash into my erect cock. First 4 blows, 2 on each side, then 2 on the quickly shrinking head. Oh my God, that was agony. I was thankful that I was wearing my suit as the pants offered some protection, but not nearly enough. My cock was now flaccid, but Mistress continued with 4 more blows on my cock and balls. I couldn’t even scream as my head was pulled up so that my mouth was gagged by my Mistress’s pussy. “ Now let me feel your tongue gently licking my clit. You will follow my instructions and I will not tolerate any more defiance.”

I moved my tongue over her clit, gently, barely touching it. I could taste her juices as they ran through her pussy and then down her thighs. I could here Mistress talking, evidently, she was sitting near friends, who were being similarly serviced. After a while she turned her attention back to me and said, “Fuck me with your tongue. I want to feel your tongue going in and out of my pussy.” So partly with my tongue and partly by straining my neck, I pushed my tongue in and out of her pussy. My Mistress began to moan. “Faster, harder”, she breathed throatily. I could feel her body writhing as my tongue pleased her. “Now suck my clit into your mouth and flick it with your tongue. Yes, that’s it, suck harder, more tongue. AAAAHHHHH suck suck suck you slave, suck , keep sucking”.  I could feel her body go rigid as my tongue brought my Mistress to a glorious cum.

As she recuperated, I was instructed to clean out all her juices with my tongue. It was my pleasure to oblige, but it was a little bit too much pleasure. My cock had forgotten the pain caused by an erection. It took pleasure from the taste of Mistress’s pussy juice, from the sensation of Mistress cuming while I was licking her clit and pussy. Once again I became erect and once again, Mistress caned my cock. This time all 10 blows were directed at my cockhead. When she was finished and I was struggling to breath due to the intense pain, Mistress farted in my nose, giving me this odor to smell rather than the whiff of her pussy juice.

I collapsed in pain, when Mistress again reminded me of my responsibility. “You are here to do a job, not to complain. Keep sucking and licking until I tell you otherwise.” Once again, I began to lick her pussy, first gently, then a little harder, then moving on to gently lick on her clit. I could hear my Mistress talking with her friends, I could hear them give an occasional moan. I could not make out any details but the conversation seemed pleasant and my Mistress seemed to be enjoying herself. At last, I could sense an urgency in my Mistress as she started writhing on my tongue. I tightened my tongue and used its hardness, pushing Mistress’ clit against her pubic bone and then sucking it into my mouth and flicking it hard and fast. I could feel her entire body tense up, as all conversation stopped. I could feel the blood begin to flow to my cock as Mistress rocked harder and harder on my cock. I started to mentally count backward from 100, then work on the multiplication table. My tongue was running on whatever little attention that I could spare. Mistress had ordered me not to allow my cock to cum to an erection and I wanted, needed, to obey her. I was here for her pleasure. Suddenly, Mistress gave out a sharp yell. “YES!!!, YES!!!, YES!!! I kept sucking until she rose from my face. “She put her hand on my face and said to me “Not bad for a beginner, you show promise.” My cock still ached but my heart soared. Mistress thinks I show promise. I was overjoyed.

“Now strip and you can treat me to lunch” I was puzzled, as surely Mistress was not going to take me outside while I was naked, but I followed as Mistress again guided me by the elbow through many turns. I could smell steak and fish and hear the sounds of plates and silverware. Mistress removed my blindfold and I was standing near a table for four. Three other Mistresses were standing around the table, each attended by their own slave. “Seat me, and kneel at my side”  my Mistress commanded. I followed her commands and shortly the four friends were seated around the table, with four naked slaves kneeling besides them. I looked around quickly, it was a small restaurant, no more than 5 tables of four each. All were occupied and pleasant conversation seemed to be the rule. All the seats were occupied by well dressed women and all were accompanied by naked male slaves. The women were dressed well, not in any type of fetish wear, but as business women, which made the fact of the naked male slaves even more incongruous. After a few minutes our table was approached by a waiter, who was wearing two bow ties, one around his neck and one around his cock. Outside of that he was naked.

The Mistresses ordered a bottle of champagne for themselves and a “special bottle of champagne for the slaves.” I enjoy champagne and was looking forward to the drink. The waiter hurried back with four champagne glasses and four doggie bowls. The Wine steward showed off the champagne bottle to my Mistress, who approved, then popped the cork and poured for the mistresses pleasure. Meanwhile two waiters came to our table with an empty water pitcher and both pissed in it. Then they poured it into our bowls. We were ordered to lap up the piss without using our hands. The first one finished would get a reward. I wanted to please my Mistress, so I drank the piss as quickly as I could. It was awful, but pleasing Mistress was my only concern. I finished first. Mistress smiled at me. That was all the reward I needed.

But Mistress had something else in mind. “Stand up and stroke yourself. Go to every table and give each Mistress the chance to touch and stroke you in any way you want. Come back here in 16 minutes. But DO NOT CUM” That meant 4 minutes a table, 1 minute for each Mistress. At the first table the Mistresses stroked my cock slowly, sensually, gently. My cock was so hard ,it was throbbing. It was all I could do to control myself. At the next table the Mistresses enjoyed scratching my cock with their beautiful, long fingernails, and then squeezing my balls. I was not worried about cuming now, I was in agony. At tables three and four, the mistresses alternated, some giving me pleasure, some giving me pain. After each Mistress had her minute of playing with my cock, I returned to my table,

Each of Mistress’ friends know took their turn. Slowly, sensually, each Mistress played with my cock till all I wanted to do was cum. But Mistress forbade it. So I was in agony. Finally Mistress herself placed her wonderfully slim and sensuous hand on my cock and slowly but firmly stroked up and down. “What does my slave want?” she asked.” I want to please you.” I replied. “It would please me to listen to you beg for permission to cum.”

Oh did I beg. “Please Mistress, I want to cum so badly, I need to cum I beg you to allow me to cum, I will do anything for permission to cum. Please, have mercy on your unworthy slave.” Mistress was continuing to stroke my cock I was so close to cumming, I do not know how I held myself back.

“You will do anything to cum?” “Oh yes  Mistress, anything, anything at all.” “ Will you treat my friends and I for our day here?” Of course, Mistress, of course.” “ The fee for the four of us is $5,000. Sign the receipt for your credit card” Suddenly, a waiter appeared out of nowhere. My card had been taken out of my wallet and been run through for $5,000. I quickly signed. Mistress smiled at me and said one word. Cum. She stroked my cock quickly and gripped it hard. I came harder and better than I had ever cum in my life. Mistress smiled at me. I was hers. I would dedicate my life to serving her.