Hard, Not Hard Enough, Rock Hard!

You may have gathered from my recent posts that I have not been feeling well recently. Well, for probably the last month or so. I really have no clue what the hell is wrong with me but it’s getting really old now, I had an ECG and a blood test but so far nothing has shown up and I’m having a 24 hour heart monitor in a couple of weeks.

Some days I feel slightly better than others and Thursday I felt a little better, but yesterday I felt worse again. We planned to go out with our friends and I didn’t feel bad enough to call it off and it was a good night all round. We went to bed at a reasonably early 1:30am and when we got into bed Mistress and I cuddled up. You may remember my post about last time we stayed over at our friends house, which was the start of a couple of weeks when I was rock hard all the time – well, not ALL the time, but every time I was hard I was really, really hard. That was a great teasing session!

Mistress had had a fair amount of wine and was obviously feeling frisky, she grabbed my cock which was already quite hard and started stroking it, for my part I was just happy to be hard without a cock ring given recent days, but then Mistress started to pull me on top of her as if she wanted me inside her. This threw me a bit, because a) I didn’t really expect it and b) because I didn’t really think Mistress would want me to do that in someone else’s house – I mean, last time I can remember us having ‘actual’ sex in a hotel room Mistress spent half the time trying to stop the headboard banging against the wall…

But I felt reasonably hard, and I thought ‘Well, why not?’. Last time we were there our friends mentioned that the walls are so thick in their very old house that they couldn’t hear anything, so game on! Unfortunately Mistress was still wearing her panties and in the time it took to (rather clumsily) get them off… I kinda lost it a bit aaaaand that was the end of that.

Obviously, not being at home there wasn’t the option of slipping on a cock ring – not that that’s necessarily a quick and easy solution anyway. I guess because these situations arise so rarely (generally speaking) it never occurs to me until later to stroke my cock and keep it hard while I’m trying to get inside Mistress. Of course, now I remember that in his book Ron Jeremy talks about ‘the grip’, basically gripping your cock at the base while attempting entry (not unlike a cock ring in fact) and that’s without a doubt what I should have done. Seriously, if Ron Jeremy gives you advice about sex you should probably take it!

As you can imagine I didn’t go to sleep feeling very chipper. Mistress was totally lovelyabout it all things considered, but nothing she could say was really going to make me feel better… it’s not just that I was disappointed, but the fact that she wanted me inside her and I couldn’t do it again. Mistress apologised for putting pressure on me, but I hate that she has to feel like wanting me to penetrate her is ‘putting pressure on me…’ even if I am feeling less than 100%… it’s just miserable!

I really don’t know what it is about us, we just really don’t seem to have very much luck with spontaneity. Truth be told we aren’t terribly spontaneous people generally (that’s a massive understatement actually…) and every time we try and be ‘spontaneous’ it seems to backfire somehow. Which kinda sucks, but there you are…

Anyway, the next morning we woke up about 7:30 and after a bit of snoozing I turned over and cuddled against Mistress R and she felt my cock pressing against her leg. She reached down and started stroking me and I was rock hard. Mistress stroked me for quite a long time and I was solid throughout – which felt amazing. That’s got to be the hardest I’ve been without a cock ring in the last month, easily. And I stayed hard for ages, but unfortunately, for whatever reason Mistress wasn’t eager to try again.

Maybe it was because she didn’t want to risk being disappointed again – fair enough, I can’t blame her for that. Maybe she didn’t want to risk me being disappointed again, or maybe she didn’t feel the same about our surroundings now the alcohol had worn off. Especially since we didn’t know when our friends would be getting up and walking past our room – at least last night once they went to bed we knew they were staying in their room at the other end of the house because they have an en suite bathroom.

Of course I loved being so hard this morning, especially since being that hard without a cock ring has been a struggle of late, and if Mistress hadn’t teased me so wonderfully I’m sure today wouldn’t have been as enjoyable as it has been, but obviously I still feel bad for her and annoyed with myself. But maybe because we’re a bit older and a bit wiser and we’ve been through all this before and come out the other side, we’re both a bit more relaxed about it than we used to be. There’s really no use ruining your weekend over something you can’t really do anything about. It’s frustrating as hell but sometimes you just have to take this sort of thing on the chin (as much as you can anyway) and hope it gets better sooner rather than later.

And besides, being so hard this morning has given me a confidence boost and as it happens Mistress and I were planning our next Femdom session tomorrow anyway… which means if Mistress wants me inside her she should have plenty of opportunity to do so. I don’t know whether I’ll get to cum inside her or not, or whether I’ll get to cum at all… somehow I doubt it, I did have a perfectly ruined orgasm the other day after all – but Mistress is unpredictable sometimes, so you just never know.

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As you would expect, having blood tests and heart monitoring does rather inspire you to make an effort in the weight loss department, and this last couple of weeks have been pretty productive in that area. I’ve lost 5lbs in the last twelve days and done a LOT of exercise/weights too. My clothes are already feeling looser and I’m really hoping to shift between 21 and 28lbs before Christmas. Mistress recently bought me a very cool Ted Baker shirt and I need to lose a bit of belly to be able to wear it and I definitely want to wear it soon!

And obviously losing weight can’t do any harm when it comes to keeping my cock hard either, so all the more reason to keep pushing onwards!

We Broke a Record and Didn't Notice!

Last year a record of 134 days was set between April and September where I wasn’t allowed to cum inside Mistress’s gorgeous pussy. Well, that record has been well and truly obliterated, and we didn’t even notice! As of today it has been 195 days… and who knows how much longer it could be before I’m finally allowed to cum inside my beautiful Mistress. The last time was the 17th March 2017, which also means that I haven’t been allowed to cum inside Mistress this chastity year either (runs Apr 1 – Mar 31).

I mentioned the other day that the last five months I have had one ruined and one proper orgasm per month, well that sequence was broken last night when Mistress allowed me a second ruined orgasm. Mistress was stroking me and I warned her that I was getting close, I really didn’t expect her to say that I could cum and she kept stroking. I actually thought she was going to let me cum properly, but as I started to tense up she let go and Mistress’s grip loosened…

She let go completely and we both watched as my cock strained against the cock ring, desperately trying to force the cum out, but to no avail. Mistress gave my balls a slap, but it was no good and she asked if needed just a little more and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

‘Fuck my hand’ she ordered.

And that’s exactly what I did, Mistress did stroke me a little but mostly I was thrusting my cock into her hand until finally a small spurt of cum escaped and Mistress let go and just teased me with her finger nails. Very slowly my cock leaked a load of cum onto my stomach, it was so intense, it felt like half a minute or so of just being one stroke away from release while the cum dripped out.

Mistress didn’t feed it to me, I don’t know why, and when it had finished I thanked Mistress, but even as I was saying it I knew what was coming next. As before when she has ruined me she insisted I thank her properly.

“Thank you for ruining my orgasm Mistress,” I sighed.

Mistress just lay back on the bed and smiled.

A Post About My Nerve Damage for CM.

Collared Michael said: You have mentioned the nerve damage you suffered many times–but I’ve never read a post about it. Do you have one? If not it might make a good one.

As Michael said, I have mentioned the nerve damage I suffered several times, and if people are interested then I guess I’ll write and if only Collared Michael reads it, well… okay!

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I guess it started in the late 90s. I started getting problems with my back and I remember around 2000/2001 being in a lot of pain sometimes. We had a holiday planned, and it was really, really bad – but I didn’t want to blow the holiday off, I remember driving to Bath (I think it was) with cushions around my legs in the car, and then I remember stumbling off the pavement because my legs would give way.

But these were ‘episodes’ that would come and go, it wasn’t until 2007 when things went really wrong. I remember one night I was in a lot of pain and I went downstairs and was watching ‘Amelie’ with the sound off at 1am because I didn’t want to wake Mistress R (it’s subtitled anyway, so not a problem) and I got this immense pain like I’ve never felt before or since. I remember lying on the floor in agony not knowing what the hell was wrong with me, and going to the doctor the next day.

He referred me to a specialist and said that if I could possibly afford it he strongly recommended I pay to be seen quickly. I did and saw the specialist the next day. After he talked to me he told me I needed an MRI scan immediately, and again that I should pay to get it done. He told me a place to get it done cheaper – which was lucky because locally it was £750 and I drove to Birmingham the next day to get it done.

Basically what had happened was that a piece of something had broken off my spine and fallen into the cavity where the nerves run. I think it was a piece of disc. Anyway, I went back to the specialist and he said I needed an operation quickly, but fortunately now that I had been diagnosed the NHS would take over and I wouldn’t have to pay for it (and because it was an emergency it would be done quickly).

This was a few days before Christmas, and I foolishly assumed nothing would happen until the New Year. So on the Christmas Eve we visited my family and when I got home there was a message for me from the hospital saying where the hell were we and that I needed to get to the hospital in Nottingham immediately.

The problem was that I couldn’t take my car (because I wouldn’t be able to drive it back) and everyone in the family had been drinking. Fortunately Mistress R’s brother was okay and so he took us to hospital and brought Mistress R home.

I remember still being awake at 3am and having blood taken and a nurse bringing me a document to sign, which was basically a consent form for the operation. The small print of this form basically told me there was a 2 in 100 chance that the operation would be unsuccessful and that I would be paralyzed.

Not good. But no choice, because if you don’t do the operation then you’re definitely going to be paralyzed…

I remember going to theatre and having two trainee anesthetists standing over me, while the guy who actually knew what he was doing asked them questions about what sort of drugs I should get. Then there was a needle and I was out in two seconds flat.

I woke up hours later, very groggy. Anesthesia does not agree with me at all, and it took me about 24 hours to wake up properly. I remember waking up the first time, moving my toes and then going back to sleep satisfied that I wasn’t going to be in a wheelchair.

Mistress R came to see me but I kept falling asleep, and then I was supposed to go home the next day, but they wouldn’t let me leave because my temperature was too high. That night I spent an hour on the phone to Mistress R, which was worth every penny of the exorbitant charges.

Finally the next day I was allowed home, although to be honest I was about ready to check myself out anyway. When I got home I was freezing cold, probably because the hospital was so over-heated! And I couldn’t have a shower for a day or so because of my dressings. I also had a beard, which Mistress R couldn’t wait to get rid off. I did take a picture with my beard though… I looked like hell.

I was off work for 5 weeks or something, which was okay. I wish I’d used the time more usefully, but unfortunately I pretty much wasted it.

Once I had recovered I had to do exercises to maintain flexibility, but I was okay, except for the nerve damage which meant my right foot feels numb a lot of the time. If I’m tired or run down it gets worse and sometimes (like recently) the numbness extends to parts of my leg and groin, which is why I sometimes talk about not being able to tell if I’m hard or not. I can feel the pleasure of being stroked, but I can’t be sure how hard my cock is if I can’t see it. It sucks, but at least I’m not in a wheelchair… sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m actually quite lucky, because naturally I resent the nerve damage – as anyone would.

I had a physiotherapist, who basically told me that it would improve over the next 18 months, but they couldn’t say how much, and that once it got to 18 months that was it, it wouldn’t ever get any better. It did improve quite a bit from where it started but it’s still pretty bad, I’ve only just managed to walk on a treadmill without holding on the sides in the last couple of years and I don’t think I could run on a treadmill without falling off.

The numbness in my foot makes balance tricky, I can run on the road fine, but for some reason a treadmill is harder to work with. Occasionally when my foot feels really numb it can make driving a bit hard as well, because you can’t feel the accelerator properly. So it’s important to try not to let myself get too tired.

Of course, one thing I could do to help myself is lose weight, which I’ve been sporadically successful with over the years, but generally I end up back where I started, which is frustrating. I am currently making a big effort though and hopefully by Christmas I will have shed a good chunk of weight (20-28lb all being well). I’m also doing exercise and lifting weights to try and help with this, and that seems to be going well so far. I feel like I’m in a good place to make a difference this time, and I really want to do this for Mistress R more than anything. She’s far too gorgeous to have a fat husband, and I hate the strain it creates between us when I have problems that could be helped (if not completely eradicated) if I lost weight.

I’m now trying very hard to contain my frustration when it doesn’t go right, because I don’t want it to taint Mistress’s pleasure. The last thing I want is for her to feel she doesn’t want me to worship her pussy because she doesn’t want to deal with my frustration if I can’t get hard or whatever afterwards.

Realistically, we’ve probably got to accept that there are going to be times when our sex life is going to be very one sided and that the best thing we can do in these times is go with it and focus on making it as good as it can be for her, which in turn makes me feel better too. I genuinely get so much happiness from giving Mistress R pleasure, and I would never want anything to interfere with that. I’d rather give up my own pleasure completely than give up being able to worship her pussy and make her cum, because that is the best thing in the world as far as I’m concerned.

My current problems are only partly to do with the fallout from this operation though, the problem is it seems that as soon as I get any sort of illness that makes me tired and it’s a knock on from there… and I haven’t been feeling well for a month now. I’m supposed to have a heart monitor for 24hrs soon so we’ll see what happens there. It’s doubly annoying because right before this all started I was harder than ever and thought things were really looking up!

Well, if you have read this, thanks for taking an interest. I hope I’ve explained my nerve damage problems well and that you now understand the difficulties they cause.

A Couple of Blogs That Are Well Worth Your Attention...

Albeit both sadly inactive, these two blogs are well worth spending your time to read…

Firstly we have the fantastic Q & K’s blog. Q & K were readers and commentors on my blog way back when it was on ‘Blogspot’, and they are sadly missed. I left several messages on their blog after they stopped posting but to no avail, but the blog is still there and well worth a read if you are into cuckolding, chastity and Femdom discipline.

http://imherhusbandsheisincharge.blogspot.co.uk/

The second blog was another one I always looked forward to reading, and again the author ‘GoodHubby’ was someone who regular commented on my blog back in the day. Again, the blog suddenly stopped and I never heard any more from Good Hubby, but the blog is a very good read, especially if you are into CBT (but also Chastity as well).

https://painspleasure.wordpress.com/

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Mistress had another orgasm this evening, albeit we are both suffering the effects of insomnia, neither of us could get to sleep last night and so we’re both a little weary… though Mistress seems to be suffering from this much worse than me at the moment.

Afterwards I fitted the cock ring and Mistress managed to get me hard, I’m not sure how hard I was throughout my teasing because as I said before I can’t really tell, but when Mistress edged me and moved so that I could see my cock it was nice and hard. I came pretty bloody close to another accident too… not good!

It’s been four weeks since my last proper orgasm (give or take a day), and time is running out for what seems to be my one statutory orgasm per calendar month. That’s not a thing, but since April I’ve had one proper and one ruined orgasm each month and I had my ruined orgasm earlier this month (albeit without permission)… I wonder if I’ll get a proper orgasm this month – given my accident I suppose I don’t really ‘deserve’ one, not that that has any bearing on anything.

I must admit I wouldn’t mind if Mistress decided to give me a second ruined one, which would mean the balance swinging towards the ruined total. I had eleven proper orgasms last year and if that is to be reduced then at least two month’s I’ve got to go without, but I think the main target this year is for the ruined ones to outnumber the proper ones – that would be a marked change in the dynamic.

I shall leave you know and try and get some sleep!

An Unexpected Morning and 5 Reasons Why I Adore Mistress's Ass!

I woke up hard again this morning, about 7:25. But Mistress and I had a late night last night so I went back to sleep and woke up again later, still hard. So I was feeling pretty good. Mistress woke up and I turned over and we ended up facing each other with our legs mingled a bit and my cock and balls pressed against her thigh.

We dozed for a while and Mistress reached down and started teasing my cock, however… by this time it had rather lost it’s edge it seemed. It was still hardish, but not like it had been earlier. Mistress wasn’t teasing it much and she fell asleep a couple of times I think, and then she woke up properly and moved onto her back.

She reached down with her left hand and started stroking me a bit more and I got a bit harder but nowhere near 100%. Then I felt the outside of her knee resting on my leg and realised she had opened her legs, so I reached over and started touching her while she continued teasing my half-hard cock.

Mistress was getting pretty wet and I wondered where exactly this was heading, because if she was going to want me inside her then I definitely needed to be putting the cock ring on. As Mistress got more turned on she let go of my cock and we both concentrated on making her cum. If you look at Mistress’s orgasm page you will see that all but one of her orgasms have been brought about by my tongue, and the one time she did cum by my fingers she was reading some ‘filth’ at the time… indeed Mistress always reads porn when I worship her pussy, so this was pretty unusual.

Mistress told me she was so close but she couldn’t get there, so I quickly moved down between her legs and started licking her pussy. She lifted her ass a little, clearly telling me she wanted my finger against her ass and within a minute or two she was cumming really hard. I sucked on her beautiful toes for a little while and then Mistress turned onto her side.

She didn’t say anything, but I took it as an invitation and started kissing the backs of her thighs and her ass cheeks, Mistress didn’t stop me and I slid my tongue between her cheeks and started to lick her gorgeous asshole. Mistress let me do this for a while and then turned back onto her back, smiling down at me, she asked if I wanted more?

Of course I did, and Mistress let me lick her ass another two times before she moved onto her back again and started teasing my cock with her foot. I started kissing her other foot while she did this but to no avail, my cock was completely intransigent (and to add to my problems, at this point I got cramp in my leg – I just can’t catch a break at this point).

So as you can imagine, I’m SUPER happy about making Mistress cum and being allowed to worship her gorgeous ass, but completely confused and frustrated that my cock would be hard for ages and then not co-operate when I need it to! True, I’ve not being feeling well for weeks, but if I can wake up hard then that suggests there’s not a medical reason for it, surely…although I suppose if you’re only half awake maybe you’re not fully conscious of not feeling great?

Still, focus on the positive, and making Mistress cum and getting to worship her ass was very positive indeed.  Mistress suggested some more teasing for me later, so maybe that will work out better…

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As I was dozing this morning I was thinking about writing a post called ‘Five Reasons Why I Love Mistress’s Ass’…

I’ve always been an ‘ass’ man, well ‘ass and leg’ man maybe… which is not to say that I am ambivalent about breasts, but definitely legs and ass are top of the tree for me and Mistress’s legs and ass are super hot (as I’m sure you’ll agree). There is very little I can think of that is hotter than looking up at Mistress’s sexy ass as she stands over me, and sliding my hands up her beautiful thighs to expose her tight little hole. What an absolutely gorgeous sight that is. 

I love the taste and smell of Mistress’s ass. If you’ve never licked a woman’s ass you might have some preconception of how it tastes (depending on whether the idea appeals to you or not perhaps). It has a musk all of it’s own, which I absolutely love. I’m sure it’s not for everyone, but I find it sooo very erotic…

Intimacy. You can’t get any more intimate than tonguing a woman’s ass, can you? I really love how intimate it is and how special it is when a woman feels comfortable enough with you to let you worship her ass. I feel very lucky that Mistress feels that level of comfort with me to allow me to do that for her.

Naughtiness. There’s no denying that there is a taboo element to ass worship, which certainly adds to the excitement of doing it. I’ve always loved licking Mistress’s ass right from the very first time I did it and it doesn’t seem to diminish with time or frequency. I would love to worship Mistress’s gorgeous ass while she fucked herself with her dildo or made her cum, that would be very hot. I also love how silky smooth and soft her asshole feels when I’m licking her pussy and pressing my fingertip inside her. Sticking with the ‘naughtiness’ theme, I’d love for Mistress to have me worship her ass somewhere we shouldn’t as well (see my previous post about Mistress bending over my car bonnet in a pub car park.)

Well I guess that’s about five, suffice to say I adore Mistress’s ass and I hope this new level of ass worship/teasing is maintained and indeed increases in the future. 

So Where Have We Been?

Nowhere really… I just didn’t have an awful lot to say. When we left you we had just started our week off work and we went away for a night. All was great until it came time to go to bed and… well, what’s supposed to happen was when you turn the lights off the air ducting fan was supposed to go off (not that we knew that at the time) but it had failed and so we were faced with either a sleepless night or a very late night drive home.

The hotel offered us earplugs (no use) but couldn’t move us because they were full. It was a shame because up until then we’d had a good day, a nice meal in the hotel and a lovely cocktail in the superb bar… so it ended up that we had to wait until 1:30am (fortunately I’d only had one drink) so that I was safe enough to drive home and we ended up getting home about 3:30am or something I think.

Needless to say the next day was a bit of a write-off and then we were off again to London on the Thursday. Then Mistress’s period started which meant no ‘action’ for a few more days – hence the 9 day gap in Mistress’s orgasms. Fortunately since we’ve been back at work we’ve managed to get things going again and (fingers crossed) it seems like my cock is starting to behave itself again. Yesterday morning I woke up hard and stayed hard even after I got out of bed. I’ve never been so pleased to have an untouched boner!

Friday night Mistress had her second orgasm of the week, and yes she’s still enjoying having her ass played with while I lick her pussy. More than ever it seems!  And after that Mistress edged me a couple of times (no cock ring) and gave my cock some slapping punishment (for my unauthorised ruin early in the month). To be honest, it didn’t feel to me like I was very hard, so I was surprised when Mistress moved out the way, to see that my cock was pretty hard – this nerve damage is bloody annoying to be honest, I spend a lot of time thinking ‘am I hard’ when I should be thinking ‘this feels amazing’… 

After I edged the second time Mistress let go and told me she wasn’t going to let me cum today, and it was at this point that I begged to be allowed to worship her gorgeous ass. Mistress looked unconvinced and said ‘I’m supposed to be punishing you aren’t I?’, but after a few more slaps she relented.

“Okay, but as long as you promise not to cum without permission…ever again!”

She stood over me and I slid my hands up her beautiful, sexy legs and pulled her cheeks apart to reveal her gorgeous pink hole. She told me to beg, and I did without hesitation. Mistress sank down onto my face and allowed me to lick her ass for a few seconds and then lifted off. She didn’t touch my cock at all, which was (obviously) disappointing but at the same time fair enough and perhaps a good thing, after all I’m trying to get Mistress to allow me to worship her ass out of the bedroom or at least in a non-sexual context, so maybe this was a step towards that? (More on this in a moment).

Mistress had me beg a couple times more and rewarded me by sinking down onto my face and allowing me to taste and probe her ass with my tongue. I’m sure it seems easier to probe her asshole when I’ve been teasing it with my finger beforehand, which I like a lot!  I really do love this development, maybe one day I’ll get to use a small dildo on Mistress (i bet the much neglected blue glass G-Spot dildo would be perfect)… but I suppose it’s too much to hope that she’ll ever allow me to slide my cock into her tight ass. But, as Captain Sensible said – If you don’t have a dream, then how you gonna have a dream come true? 

Afterwards when we were cuddling I brought up the subject of Mistress’s special ass-less panties (see the Victoria’s Secret post from last month) and how disappointed I was that she didn’t wear them to the bar on our Thursday night out. When we got home on that Thursday I asked Mistress if she was wearing them and she said ‘no’ and teased me that ‘I say I would lick her ass whenever she wanted’, but she said she bet I wouldn’t if there was chips to eat (we tend to put Slimming World chips on the timer when we go out). I said the chips can go hang themselves, no way would I miss out on ass worship for chips. What a joke!!!

I suggested that Mistress ‘test me’, and she said that one day she would, but sadly not tonight… bah!

Anyway, it turned out that she had taken her special panties to our hotel, but that because of the room disaster she had ended up bringing them home again unused. So that made a bad memory a million times worse, although… surely she had ample time to use them before we found that out? Me thinks Mistress may be playing with my head a little… hmm.

Oh well, hopefully she’ll wear them soon and I’ll get to lick her gorgeous ass while she bends over on the stairs (before or after we go out – or both!) or maybe she bend over the bonnet of my car in the car park – that would be pretty awesome! 

To be honest, the panties are optional as far as I’m concerned, I just want Mistress to have me lick her asshole whenever, wherever and as often as possible. But you knew that anyway.

Nicola and Master Tom (Written March 2011)

Nicola had no idea how long she'd been kneeling there, but her knees were aching like crazy and she shifted uncomfortably on the unforgiving stone floor. Master Tom had blindfolded her before he'd left, but that wasn't all he'd done. Her wrists were tied behind her back with PVC tape, small lead weights had been clamped to her nipples and between her legs sixteen clothes pegs hung from her pussy lips. 

Every time Nicola moved the clothes pegs would brush against her inner thighs or the floor and a shiver would run through her, not a shiver of pain, but one of apprehension. Last time he had attached just four pegs to her pussy and had taken great delight in using a crop to remove them, one by one. The memory of it simultaneously chilled her and brought a fresh flow of juice to her already dripping cunt. 

And then there was the butt-plug. She had been told to arrive with her own plug in place, which she had. But once inspected, Master Tom had decided to replace it with one of his own, a much larger one of course. At first Nicola had objected, but one look from Master Tom was all it took for her to show utter obedience.

He had her bend over in his impressive hallway and he pulled the original plug out with a satisfying plop, before lubing her ass and slowly feeding the bigger plug into place. All the time Nicola stared at the floor, trying to keep her composure as the thick rubber plug stretched her asshole. Once in place Master Tom wiped the excess lube from around her asshole and off the backs of her thighs. He pulled her upright and her short skirt was pulled back down over her ass.

Nicola never felt completely comfortable riding the bus in her short skirt without any knickers, but that was what Master Tom instructed so that's what she did. Everyone who sat down opposite her must have noticed how tightly she clamped her legs together, afraid that someone would see her freshly shaved pussy glistening between her thighs. Or at least that's what she thought, perhaps they were too caught up in their own lives to notice.

Master Tom was dressed in a black cotton shirt, a pair of black jeans and the shiniest pair of boots Nicola had ever seen. He always dressed the same, at least Nicola had never seen him in anything different, not in her previous four visits. He waved his hand ostentatiously towards the door at the end of the wide, long hallway. Nicola knew where she was headed and it was all she could do not to run towards the door.

Once through the door Nicola followed the steps down into the dimly lit cellar. The atmosphere down here was electric and Nicola felt herself guided by Tom's firm hand to the middle of the floor. She shivered slightly as he turned her to face him and placed her hands firmly at her sides.

"I expect you've been thinking about this all day?" he began, looking deep into her eyes as he spoke.

"Yes Master," came Nicola's weak response.

"Have you followed all the instructions I gave you in my email?"

"Yes Master, every one."

Master Tom did not respond. Instead he reached out and started to undo the buttons on her crisp white blouse. Slowly and carefully he unfastened every button before peeling the material aside to expose her heavy breasts, encased as instructed in a plain white bra. Nicola was already trembling as she looked up at Master Tom, who was at least four inches taller than her. 

He resisted the temptation to comment on her breasts, after all he'd seen them before. Showing no emotion he walked around her, peeling away her blouse as he went, leaving her standing there in just her bra, her short dark skirt and her patent leather ankle boots. He tossed her blouse over a nearby chair and then deftly unfastened her bra.

Nicola let out a soft moan as she felt the bra falling away, exposing her breasts and her already hardened nipples. He reached around from behind her and closed his fingers around her breasts, squeezing firmly and then pinching her nipples hard. Nicola hissed with the exquisite pain, causing the first smile to cross the lips of Master Tom.

He let go of her breasts and slid his hands from the middle of her back down to the waistband of her skirt. He unfastened it and allowed it to drop to the floor. He walked around her and took in the full sight of her delicious body. Her stomach was almost completely flat and her pussy was completely shaven, as per her explicit instructions. He moved closer and bent down to inspect it closely. 

"Quite beautiful," he said, before standing up once more.

It was then that he secured her wrists behind her back and placed the blindfold over her eyes. He held onto her arm so that she could step out of her skirt and she heard him pick it up and place it with her blouse on the chair. Then he started softly running his hands across her skin, over every inch of her body until she was shaking with need, but he never came close to touching her pussy, no, she would have to be patient.

She felt his mouth first, gently kissing from her neck down to her right nipple, then taking it into his mouth, sucking on it and making it harder still, before biting it gently but firmly. Nicola arched her back, pushing her pussy towards him in the vain hope that he would touch her, make her come, but he had no intention of doing so, not yet.

Instead Master Tom affixed the clamp to her nipple and then repeated the move on her left bud. He pulled on them firmly, to make sure they wouldn't slip off before adding the small lead weights. They weren't tremendously heavy, but they gave a satisfying tug and Nicola felt her pussy begin to get very wet as she wondered what might happen next.

What happened next was that Master Tom knelt down on the cold stone floor and gently pushed her soft thighs apart, exposing her moist cunt. Nicola groaned, anticipating the touch of his finger, willing him to slid his fingers inside her and to stretch her hole ready for his cock, but he merely brushed the smooth lips before gently attaching the clothes pegs.

In themselves the clothes pegs weren't painful but the combined effect of all sixteen pegs was quite significant, pulling her skin tight and stimulating nerve endings so that her pussy became wetter and wetter. Finally he had helped her down onto her knees before leaving her there for some time

- - - 

Nicola heard Master Tom return, his boots making a now familiar sound on the flagstone floor. He asked her if she remembered her safeword and she confirmed that she did. He asked to tell him what it was.

"Rainbow," she replied, the nervousness in her voice more than apparent.

Master Tom knelt down and flicked his fingers against the lead weights that hung from her nipples and she took a sharp intake of breath.

"How does that butt plug feel?"

"Very tight Master," she murmured.

"I should hope so," he said. "But don't worry, you'll still feel my cock when I shove it up your ass."

Nicola whimpered at the thought of Master Tom's thick, long cock penetrating her tight arsehole, and suddenly she felt thankful for the plug that he had worked inside her. Without it she doubted she would have had a chance of taking his impressive length and girth.

"Oh yes, you like the thought of that don't you slut?"

Nicola replied in the affirmative, though in truth it frightened her just as much as it excited her.

"Well, we'll see. It very much depends on whether I think you deserve it, and whether it's what pleases me, isn't that right slut?"

"Yes Master," she breathed helplessly.

He walked around her and then knelt down and unfastened her wrists.

"On your hands and knees," he barked.

Nicola complied immediately, pushing her ass up into the air, conscious of the tail piece of the butt plug between her cheeks. Master Tom walked across the cellar floor and retrieved a leather paddle from the wall. He positioned himself behind the girl and very gently started to pat her ass with the paddle. Nicola breathed deeply enjoying the sensation as Master Tom gradually increased the intensity as her rump began to warm up.

Abruptly he stopped and grasped the base of the butt plug, pulling it out an inch or two and watching intently as her asshole stretched around the thick rubber plug, before slowly pressing it back inside her.

"I bet that feels exquisite doesn't it slut?"

"Oh yes, Master," grunted Nicola as she felt the huge plug forced back into her arse.

He chuckled to himself and admired the nice, soft pink glow emanating from her ass cheeks. He returned the paddle to it's hook on the wall and returned to her side carrying a cat. He draped the tails over her back and slowly dragged them down to her asscheeks. Nicola barely felt the tails lifted before she felt the harsh sting as they made rapid contact with her tender rump.

"Owww!" she cried out, momentarily losing her composure.

"Tsk, tsk, has my little slut forgotten my rules already?"

"No Master, I'm sorry Master!"

"You will be sorry slut, I can promise you that."

He returned to his task, whipping her arse over and over until it was a nice shade of dark pink. Only then did he fetch the cane.

Nicola heard the cane swishing through the air as he practised his swing and felt herself tensing up involuntarily. Despite her apprehension her cunt was flooded with juice and she longed for him to touch her there.

Master Tom kneeled behind her and placed the tip of a thick silicone dildo against her cunt, feeding it between the twin lines of clothes pegs into her aching twat. Nicola pressed down on it, urgently wanting it deeper inside her. Seeing this Master Tom pulled it away and made her beg for it.

"Please Master... please push the dildo inside me, I need it..."

"But do you deserve it?"

"Only you can say Master..."

"Hmm."

He pushed the tip of the fake cock inside her once more and began roughly fucking her with it, causing the pegs to pull at her cunt lips and snag against her thighs. She had never experienced anything like it, the thick dildo and the huge butt plug inside her at once was almost too much to take.

Suddenly he stopped fucking her and left the dildo buried deep inside her throbbing cunt. He pulled himself up to his feet and positioned the cane carefully across her warm, glowing cheeks. 

"Count," he said sternly.

Nicola counted each of the six strokes he laid on her ass, though the stinging made it hard to concentrate properly. Behind her Master Tom looked down at her, satisfied with the accuracy with which he had marked her behind. Six thin red lines bisected her cheeks almost perfectly equidistant from each other.

"Good slut, you have taken your punishment well."

"Thank you Master," she groaned as he pulled the silicone cock out of her pussy once more.

He walked around to her front end and lifted her head up by pulling on her long blond hair. She opened her mouth and he slid the dildo into her mouth.

"Clean all that cunt juice off my dildo," he ordered.

Nicola greedily slurped away at the dildo as he fucked her face with it, each stroke moving it closer and closer to the back of her throat.

"You like that don't you slut, maybe I should arrange for you to taste another slut's pussy?"

"If it pleases you Master," she gagged from behind the dildo.

"It might well do," he snarled and pulled the silicone cock out of her mouth.

"Now, in my email I gave you some instructions, did you follow them?"

"Yes Master."

"Did you follow them to the letter?"

"Yes Master."

"So your pretty little cunt has not cum for the last week, even though you've taken yourself to the very brink every night?"

"Yes Master, every night."

"So you must want to cum pretty badly now eh?"

"Mmmm, God yes Master, please let me cum..."

"Ha, not yet, my little slut, not yet."

Nicola let out a small cry of frustration.

"First you must show me how much you appreciate your Master."

She heard him removing his clothes and then felt herself being pulled back upright so that her mouth was level with his crotch. He put his hand on the back of her head and guided his half-hard cock into her mouth.

Nicola sighed loudly as she tasted the warm, musky scent of his prick. It hardened rapidly in her mouth until it was literally throbbing, the veins standing proud of the surface thanks to the steel cock ring he was wearing.

Nicola began sucking his cock, taking him deeper with each stroke, her tongue flicking against the underside as she dripped spittle onto the stone floor. After a short while Master Tom started moving his hips until eventually he was fucking her face quite hard. Every so often he would stop and smear her face with the copious amount of saliva that coated his shaft.

Then he lifted his cock upwards and pushed his balls into her mouth. She sucked on them eagerly until he ripped the blindfold off and she was confronted with the sight of his engorged shaft rising up before her very eyes. Master Tom plunged his cock back into her mouth and started face-fucking her once more, until he himself was on the very brink of spurting his load into her throat. He pulled clear and Nicola's head dropped as she panted heavily.

"Good slut," he said as he walked around behind her and pushed her legs wider apart.

Nicola waited for him to spear his cock inside her, until she remembered the pegs. Master Tom took each peg in turn and slowly pulled on it until it snapped off. The pain was intense but in her heightened state of arousal quite exquisite. Despite this she found herself gritting her teeth and hissing as each peg was pulled away.

After the sixteenth peg dropped to the floor, she felt his cock pressing against her poor abused lips and slipping inside her sodden wet pussy. She pushed back against him, trying to drag him deeper into her needy cunt, but he held her steady. He fucked her with just the tip of his cock, until she begged him to give her more.

Master Tom plunged the entire length into her dripping cunt and Nicola dropped her head to the floor, gasping as the force of his penetration knocked the wind out of her. The feeling of his cock inside her together with the butt-plug was so intense, she could barely take it and as soon as she felt his hand reach under her and start to tease her clit she knew it was game over.

He pounded her hard as she started to cum, her cunt gripping his cock tightly as she spasmed again and again and again, eventually forcing his cock out of her hole. He quickly pushed her over onto her back and she lay there panting as he slammed his cock inside her again, mercilessly pounding her sensitive cunt for another minute or so before pulling out and moving up to straddle her torso, the inside of his thighs pressing on her tits and making the weights pull on her sensitive nipples. 

Nicola lifted her head just in time and opened her mouth as Master Tom's cock erupted it's load onto her tongue, one huge spurt after another until he was almost completely drained. She knew what was expected of her next and she eagerly sucked his cock into her mouth and licked every last drop of cum from around his bulbous head. He milked his cock some more and Nicola swallowed every last drop until he slipped from her mouth.

Nicola lay exhausted on the floor, the large butt-plug still wedged inside her asshole. She was almost disappointed that he had not fucked her there today, but she knew it was only a matter of time. Master Tom would take her ass when he was ready and not before.