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Chapter 1
It was Saturday morning and I dressed in a pair of comfortable athletic shorts, tee shirt and a well-worn, comfortable pair of running shoes. Saturday was the day Mistress designated for me to go to the market to shop for the groceries for the meals I would be preparing during the upcoming week.
Walking downstairs I detoured to the living room to get the shopping list and to see if she had any last minute instructions, finding her seated on the sofa polishing her nails.
“Mistress, I’m ready to leave for the market. Anything special I can get for you?”
Applying a last coat of polish to the nail she was concentrating on, she glanced up at me and gave me one of those impish grins that always spelled trouble for me, causing my heart to skip a beat and my pulse to quicken.
“No, pet,” she relied. “Just get what I have put on the list. But before you leave I have a little assignment for you. I think I would enjoy teasing and denying you this weekend and so we start this morning.”
Groaning inwardly, but hoping I wasn’t revealing anything openly, I merely replied, “Yes Ma’am, as it pleases you.”
“Dear me, pet, you don’t seem terribly excited about my little plan. Don’t you care about pleasing your generous Mistress? Lord knows I go out of my way to keep my little pet in a good subbie place, do I not?”
“Oh, yes, Ma’am!” I stammered. “And, of course I am always excited to serve you in any way you find pleasing and didn’t intend to intimate otherwise. I suppose I was just focused on the shopping and I apologize Mistress if I seemed indifferent.”
“Ah,” Mistress cooed. “That’s my sweet pet and of course you are forgiven. Now, be a good boy and push those shorts down around your ankles. I’m going to have you perform a little task before you leave for the market to get things started.”
Obligingly, I hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband and pushed the shorts to my ankles, standing before her dressed in the tee shirt and the lacey, girlie boy shorts panties she had laid out for me to wear this morning.
“Oh pet,” she giggled. “You look so cute and oh so sexy in those panties. I actually think I prefer the boy short style on you even over thongs. Now, dear push those pretty panties down to your knees.”
Again I complied, feeling the heat in my cheeks and ears rise. I supposed I’d never completely get past the humiliating feelings of being made to wear female knickers for Mistress’ amusement. Yet even now the humiliation was taking its predictable toll. I could already feel my manhood stiffening and become erect. It took only moments before I was completely hard, provoking another giggle from Mistress.
“Oh, pet I see you are actually quite enthusiastic to get started with my little game for the weekend,” she laughed. “Very well then. Start stroking that darling little prick of yours and give me three good edges before you take off. Inform me when you reach each edge and you shall receive a little break before beginning the next. Understand dear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, a bit forlornly and then I began masturbating. She turned her attention back to her nail polishing as I stood there stroking my now throbbing cock. It was more than a little humiliating being made to stand there and stroke myself in front of her, especially since she was not even paying the slightest attention. Yet, long ago, Mistress’ penchant for humiliating me had revealed that the feelings tapped a deep reservoir of intense sexual need and arousal deep within me and reduced me to a state of sublime subbieness. It seemed such a paradox and something I doubted I’d ever fully understand about myself.
Finally, I felt the edge approaching but continued to stroke until the first beads of pre-cum appeared on my cock tip. Mistress didn’t consider a proper edge had been performed lacking that bit of physical evidence.
“One Mistress,” I croaked huskily, continuing to stroke, drawing ever nearer to the moment of inevitability, until she looked up, smiled and replied, “Very good pet, you make stop for 60 seconds.” She then went back to the nails. Carefully I watched the digital second hand on my watch as the minute swept by.
Quickly it passed and I began again stroking my thick, now very throbbing shaft. Much quicker this time, I was poised at the edge of an orgasmic abyss, a few more drops of oozing pre-cum produced in testimony.
“Two, Ma’am,” I squeaked, my voice now choked with arousal.
“Excellent, pet,” she acknowledged absently, not bothering to look up at me. “45 seconds this time.”
Watching the watch, the 45 seconds passed quickly and I began again, anxious that I wouldn’t be able to stave off the orgasm my body now demanded but also relieved that this would be the final repetition. Even sooner, I reached the edge, my cock now twitching with tiny spasms running up and down the length of my swollen shaft. As I announced the third edge, there was now not drops but a tiny rivulet of pre-cum welling from my tip. She seemingly ignored me and I was left to continue although any second now, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from climaxing.
“Please Ma’am!” I begged. Looking up, she fixed me with her large, brown, sensual eyes, and smiled. “Oh very well, little boy. You may stop.” I quickly removed my hand and attempted to stay by force of will the eminent flood of spurting semen now dangerously close to the surface. With relief, little by little the nearly over powering urge began to recede like the ocean tide going out, leaving me awash in sweet relief. Mistress became quite cross when I displayed a lack of control. The last time I came without permission, when she finished paddling my bare ass, I was unable to sit without major discomfort for nearly a week.
Finally, she had finished the last nail and looked up at me, standing there feeling foolish with an enormous, angry red and throbbing erection, with shorts about my ankles and panties at the knees.
“Recite for me this little mantra, pet,” she began. “Recite it 100 times if you please. Spurting cum is my greatest pleasure!” Gritting my teeth, I began to recite as she instructed. Finally I had repeated it for the hundredth time, my cock still hugely erect, my balls burning with need. Again she seemingly paid me no mind, but looked up immediately after my one hundredth repeat of the mantra phrase, evidencing the fact that she had been paying attention.
“Oh, what a good boy!” she exclaimed. “Come, kneel at my feet.” Awkwardly I shuffled to the sofa and kneeled before her.
“Listen carefully pet, here is the remainder of your assignment today. Once we finish here you will go back upstairs. From the toy chest get lube, the remote controlled egg vibe and a condom. Lube you bottom, put the egg in the condom, then insert it in your cute little bottom and turn on the vibe. While you are out this morning, before going to the market, choose five different locations and go to them one by one. At each location, you will drop your shorts about your ankles, push your panties to your knees and stroke your cock until you perform a proper edge. After the edge, straighten your clothing and go on to the next location you have chosen. Repeat these instructions until you have performed five proper edges at the five different locations. There must be five minutes between each edge but no more than ten so choose your locations accordingly. I will leave the selection of locations up to you, thus you may prove how adventurous you are by doing the deeds behind some bushes in a park or some other exciting public venue. In the alternative, you can choose something less risky, and prove that I am right about what a sissy boy you are by restricting the locations to places like public toilets. The egg vibe will remain on throughout, at the highest setting. It stays on until you have completed the little adventure set before you, the grocery shopping and have returned home. Any questions?”
“No, Mistress,” I answered dully. “I understand the instructions.”
“Good boy!” she beamed. “Now, upstairs with you and get going. And, please pull up your panties and shorts. I won’t have you falling on the stairs.”
I stood and pulled my clothing back into place, trudged upstairs and collected the required items. After lubing my bottom hole, I inserted the condom-ensconced egg vibe into my bottom, pulled up my panties and shorts, turned on the vibe and then concealed the wire inside the waistband of my shorts before stowing the remote in the pocket of the shorts.
I then went back downstairs where Mistress waited at the door. She handed me the money for the groceries, the grocery list and gave me a peck on the cheek, before bidding me good-bye. “Have fun dear,” she called sweetly from the doorway as I walked somewhat uncomfortably to the car. As the vibe buzzed away in my nether regions, already the arousal that had never really subsided, returned with a vengeance, steadily climbing towards a fevered pitch. “I’ll show her!” I thought indignantly. I hated it when she emasculated me with that sissy talk. Starting the car I backed from the driveway and accelerated down the street, on my way to the first location, a nearby neighborhood park.
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