slutchristina
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This is the last part of the story describing the afternoon that I spent with Mistress.
Part 1 can be found here
Part 2 can be found here
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Back in the house. Back in the play room. My clothes came off real quick. The collar was back around my throat and it was leashed and being held by Mistress sitting on her throne. I was asked to take the pantyhose off and kneel by her feet. Mistress put her head back and closed her eyes and said - "Please me. Be creative" as she yanked on that leash a little more. From our past experience I know how I am performing by the tautness of the leash that Mistress so expertly yanks. I light tug usually means keep going while two quick tugs mean go faster. A total loss of tension usually means something is wrong and I should stop.
I started at the very end by kissing her feet. I don't think there was any part that I missed. I kissed and licked and sucked on her toes. I kissed her ankles and her heels. I massaged her calves and kissed all over her lower legs. I repeated it for both her legs, my tongue leaving a wet trail followed very quickly with warm kisses covering that trail. I knew I was doing good as the tautness of the leash only tightened more as I moved up those legs. Soon I was kissing above her knees, my hands gently rubbing and massaging her thighs. She was still wearing her skirt and she didn't object when my hands lifted her skirt up as my head moved further up her legs. I was so close that her feet were right under by wet cock and balls, which she was kicking playfully. Not hard to make it uncomfortable, but enough for me to feel her presence there. I continued kissing her thighs and massaging them, moving my eager mouth further up. The leash was really short now and she kept yanking me closer. She then suddenly straddled my face. This was nothing new, but it did come as a surprise as i felt myself surrounded by her. My head clasped tightly between her legs and my mouth right up against her pussy. I lost myself in there. I have been trained well and know how to detect subtle signals. I applied all my training to the here and now. I licked and sucked and lapped and tongue fucked and swirled and licked some more. I could feel her cumming as she shuddered against my face, grinding out her hips. I can only liken this to drowning as my ears were clasped between her legs. I had lost all sense of balance and was barely able to breathe. I knew how to back off right after she came, reduce my frequency to gentle laps of that clit, to other times when my tongue was buried deep inside, my jaws aching as i try to push further and deeper inside her. The semi-choking tightness of the collar indicated that I should keep going and not stop. After probably the 3rd or 4th orgasm, I had my nose and mouth coated with her juices, I felt the leash loosen. I knew I had to stop immediately even though she still had her legs wrapped around my head.
She let the leash slacken completely, so I just knelt there in front of her waiting for her to recover. Soon she unwrapped her legs from around my face and held me gently by my chin. I looked deep into her gorgeous eyes, totally lost, mesmerized by her presence. "Such a sweet slut you are." she said. I smiled. She got up and straightened her skirt. She then yanked the chain and had me crawl over the table that we had used before. She put me back in the same position with me laying on my stomach on the flat of the table. She hooked the leash to a hook by the wall and then quickly got me spread and secured to the 4 legs of the table. 2 ankles to 2 legs of the table and 2 wrists to the other 2 legs of the table. I was moaning and really begging for it by now. I knew that I was going to be fucked senseless by Mistress any moment. I had been such a good sub all day!
I felt her remove the plug from my ass and I moaned out loud. I was soooo ready for what was coming to me. I was begging her to fuck me. She was laughing and making fun of how desperate I was getting. I heard her put on her latex gloves and felt that dribble of lube again. Ohhh I was so ready for her to take me with her strap on. That ass has been loosened up and all ready for her by now. I felt her fingers enter me and felt her feeling my insides. She was still laughing as with her other hand she started slowly stroking my cock downwards. I then realized that there was no strap on coming. Arrrrgggg Mistress had no intentions of fucking me today. That gentle pressure on my prostate by her fingers and the downward stroking of my cock was an intentional prostate milking. I begged even louder. I said I would do anything for her to please, please PLEASE fuck me now! She just laughed louder and pressed down on my prostate.
For those who are not familiar with prostate milking, its a process used quite actively in the male chastity lifestyle. Its a way for the build up of a man's seminal fluids to be drained without an orgasm. So there is no pleasure here. No shooting of that cum out of an erect cock. No post orgasmic bliss to be felt. You just feel an intense pressure to pee and you just watch all the built up cum slowly drain from the tip of your cock, just like a cow being milked (i guess). Once I was done whimpering and came to terms with my situation, I resigned myself to that feeling of peeing and just let go. Mistress is an expert at this knows exactly the amount of pressure that needs to be applied to drain my balls and not trigger and orgasm. She held a champagne flute at the tip of my cock as she continued to massage my prostate encouraging me to let it all flow. After what felt like a really long time she stopped and released me from my bindings. I could see that I had filled more than half that glass! She exclaimed at how horny I was and how much milk I had produced that day. I was then ordered to drink every drop of milk from the champagne glass and encouraged to lick it clean. She then proceeded to stroke my cock, like you would when giving a hand job and see how quickly I became erect, which was almost immediately. She was satisfied that the milking had worked as it was a way for the man to be forever erect/horny and yet be denied an orgasm. Ahhh soooo frustrating. I reminded myself to NEVER make my own plans as I have no control over them anyways. I couldn't have been more frustrated or disappointed with my situation as of that moment!
Mistress thanked me for a wonderful afternoon and it became clear that I was going to be dismissed soon. She said that I had helped calm her and prepare her for an important dinner that she was going to be attending that evening. God I was so jealous thinking of how much fun her night was going to be as she was going to have a fun weekend with some stud. Here I was denied of my orgasm after having done everything I was asked to do. She said that my reward for the afternoon was her wet thong that she had gifted me earlier. I was asked to put that on and wear my clothes and I quickly found myself outside her home, walking back to my car and then heading home, wondering what just happened tome. I know that as a slave of Mistress, I should be grateful for everything that she did to me and with me. I fought back my disappointment and realized that I never had control of that situation any ways. So it was foolish of me to try to influence the outcome. As soon as I reached home I sent her a short txt thanking her for a wonderful afternoon and wished her a good evening.
That should have been the end of this day for me. My wife and I met with some friends of ours for dinner. After a few glasses of wine and dessert, the afternoon was fading from my memory. It may have been around 11PM when we had just settled in to watch a fairly serious movie, when I got another txt that said "CUM NOW!!!". I felt like I was hypnotized or something, as I excused myself to go to the restroom and jerked off vigorously like a teenage kid! I came so hard, but with very little cum. I guess I was completely drained in terms of any liquids that my body could produce. It was like a dry orgasm, but very very satisfying! I was still wearing Mistress' thong. Need to remember to hide that when I got home.
I txtd back saying "Done. TY TY TY TY. Goddess!"
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My Afternoon with Mistress ... conclusion - 
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