What had happened to me? I was thinking about myself, and not about Ma’am. What the hell was I going to say after I gave Ma’am another orgasm? Nothing, there was nothing I could say.
It didn’t take too long to create another big orgasm that ripped through Ma’am’s body.
Yet again she slipped down and filled her pussy with my seemingly out of control cock.
“I guess I just might as well let you cum and then we can press reset and start again.”
I was a hopeless wreck, my cock was twitching uncontrollably inside her.
“That would be best for you, wouldn’t it baby?”
She smiled up at me.
“Maybe it would Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.”
She flexed her muscles and rode me a little harder. I moaned loudly as the inevitable orgasm closed in. My body tensed, my cock trembled, suddenly Ma’am was gone.
I cried out in frustration.
“Oh dear. Baby, what do you think you’re doing? We are going to have to press reset, aren’t we?”
I nearly started to cry. I had done pretty much everything wrong. My eyes had filled up slightly but somehow I held myself together.
“I don’t know what pressing reset means but whatever it takes, I will do it Ma’am. Whatever.”
“I know you will baby. If nothing else, I know that.”
She stood up and left, returning with the towel. She left it wrapped around me as she took a shower. When she had finished my cock was locked up and she motioned for me to shower too.
By the time I had finished, Ma’am was downstairs on her computer. She typed away for a minute before sending a text on her phone. The replies came quickly.
“Sorted baby. Tomorrow will be fun, and we will have a couple of guests arriving in the evening.”
Ma’am didn’t give anything else away, and we spent the rest of the evening chatting about vanilla things.
Ma’am locked me away in my sleep sack and despite a plethora of thoughts that were running through my mind, I slept fairly well.
The main thing that I was thinking about was the lack of punishment. Usually a great deal of pain would have come my way with that level of behaviour, so I was worried about Ma’am’s plans.
I was woken up by voices coming down the stairs. One was Ma’am’s, the other was a man I didn’t recognise. They were in the dungeon somewhere.
“There you go Louise, I’ll set it up for you, it should only take ten minutes or so. Here’s the manual, I can run you through the basics if you want but it’s fairly self explanatory.”
“Thank you so much Charles, I’ll get the kettle on. Do you want something to eat?”
“No thanks, just a cup of tea please.”
I heard various noises through the hood but I had no idea what was going on. After about ten minutes I heard Charles go upstairs and close the door.
Half an hour later Ma’am released me from the sleep sack but left my hood on and marched me up to her bedroom.
“Stand here, don’t move.”
It was probably another half an hour before she came back. She took the hood off and pushed me onto the bed.
“I’m horny baby.”
She jumped onto the bed with me and our bodies intertwined as we kissed passionately.
My cock filled the cage to bursting within seconds. She broke the kiss off.
“What are you waiting for baby, it won’t lick itself.”
I rolled her onto her back and my mouth slowly travelled down her body. After paying special attention to her hard nipples, I kissed my way down her stomach before arriving at my favourite destination.
“Make it a gentle morning orgasm baby, there’s no rush, no rush at all.”
I settled down between her legs. This was my time to shine. I had no idea what was coming my way, but I was fairly sure that it didn’t involve lots of lovely orgasms, not for me anyway. The least I could do was perform well now.
Ma’am was so responsive to my tongue. It was as if her pussy was learning about me, in the same way that I learned about her. I understood her responses better than I knew my own now. It felt like a life time since I had masturbated myself, but I had never been able to build myself up in the same way that I could build Ma’am up.
My cock was crushed inside the cage as her thighs and stomach moved sensually against my head. I didn’t give a damn though, I loved every second of it.
I realised that this was what truly made me happy. It was too late now to undo my recent actions but giving myself entirely to her pleasure was what drove me. If only I had thought about that before I had allowed my cock to take over, I might have been able to maintain control.
I brought myself back to the present. My tongue was playing gently with Ma’am’s clit. I had my arms wrapped around her thighs with my palms on her stomach. I could feel everything that was going on in her body. It would be the right time soon.
I set a rhythm that I knew from experience would work, a rhythm that would inexorably take her to a massive climax.
Her sighs became moans, her soft and sensual movements became more tense. My palms felt her stomach muscles go into spasm and her orgasm was upon her. She came not only with her whole body, but it felt to me like she came with her soul too. It was such an incredibly intense experience for her.
All her orgasms were like this, but they all differed slightly. This was a big, slow, rolling orgasm. A relaxed morning orgasm. A big ocean swell rather than a wave crashing on the rocks.
“Oh baby, you take me to places I didn’t know existed. That was beautiful, thank you.”
She kept my head against her pussy, I couldn’t answer so I just nodded slightly. I wanted to do it again, and again, forever if possible.
We lay still, savouring the moment, for a minute or two before she roused herself. I helped her off the bed ad we had a long hot shower. As usual this did nothing to dampen my arousal. My balls were already aching under the strain of my attempted erection.
Ma’am wasn’t bothered though, she enjoyed every little part of my suffering, no matter what form it came in.
We had a fairly late breakfast, I could make a good full English breakfast these days, another skill that Ma’am had honed. There were a few chores that she wanted doing, so after eating I got busy. There was a small flower bed that needed digging over and a couple of bushes to trim but nothing too taxing. Ma’am gave my work a quick once over and approved.
Back in the house she fixed me with a stare.
“So boy, it’s time for your “chasiversary” present. Ready?”
“Yes Ma’am. I’ve no idea what I’m ready for but I am yours.”
“Stay here.”
Ma’am went down to the dungeon and returned with our favourite leather hood which was soon secured tightly over my head. Everything went dark and hot. My anxiety about Ma’am’s plans were only heightened by the claustrophobic leather.
Clearly the man who arrived earlier had delivered something but I had no idea what it could be. Ma’am led me carefully down the stairs and over to the whipping bench. I was secured, lower legs and forearms strapped to the pads. A thick strap was placed across my torso but Ma’am didn’t tighten it as much as usual.
My arse was exposed and my cock and balls hung down, just off the edge of the bench. I heard Ma’am doing something behind me, there was a pause and then I felt Ma’am’s heavily lubed finger probing my arse. She quickly moved from one finger to three, penetrating me as far as she could. She seemed to be trying to get plenty of lubrication inside me.