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Trip - Day Five

Sunday had finally arrived and I was starting to realize that in 24 hours, I’d be heading away from Mistress and our time together and returning to the real world.  I also started thinking about how I can incorporate Mistress Trecia into my daily life.  Should I come out as a sub again to my current friends?  Should I spill all to my wife?  Should I just drop everything and move to Minnesota?

I shut down that line of thinking since I had one more day in the presence of Mistress and didn’t want to spoil it by letting reality intrude.  I did make one decision, though - I would fight for Mistress.  I would do everything I could to keep Mistress in my life and hold onto this relationship that means so much to me.  Therefore, I decided to follow through with a promise I made a month prior.

Mistress and I were discussing "marks", ways that she would like to claim her new property (me).  I have a daily collar (a leather string with the Chinese symbol for "slave" dangling from it) that Mistress gave me for my birthday, but after that we began discussing other more permanent markings including tattoos and brandings.

Eventually, we settled on a Prince Albert piercing for a number of reasons.  First, it’s something I’ve always wanted.  The PA means that I’d be able to wear a wand, something the urethral play lover in me wants.  Next, it opens the door to some really creative chastity device solutions, something that Mistress has been wanting to use with me but other devices we’ve tried just weren’t practical for 24/7 use.  Finally, it was a way for Mistress to physically claim me as her own.

We both asked around and looked on-line before deciding on Saint Sabrina’s, a place that has an excellent reputation and is very D/s friendly.  (I asked if Mistress could be present and take pictures and they didn’t even flinch.)

Sunday morning, as I pondered what I was about to do, I knew that this piercing was not something to be taken lightly.  This was a property marking from Mistress and, therefore, was something sacred and not to be done on a whim.  This was a symbol of my commitment to our continued relationship and my devotion to her.  This was not just me finding an excuse for something I already wanted, the gravity and meaning of the act was extremely important to me.

Mistress called and we discussed the day to come.  We didn’t have enough time for another scene, so she asked if I could load up all of her new toys and bring them to her house after which we’d head out for our appointment.  I pulled my truck around to the fire exit door and brought a few loads of the more conspicuous stuff down the stairs, then got a luggage cart to carry the rest.  About an hour later, I had everything unloaded in Mistress’s garage and then we set off for downtown.

Our first stop was Smitten Kitten, a sex toy shop in the Uptown district.  The store is woman owned and operated and has a reputation for being an advocate against "toxic toys" from manufacturers who don’t care about the health of their customers.  The manager remembered Mistress and agreed to be interviewed for her podcast! 

After that, we headed straight over to Saint Sabrina’s.  The place was just immaculate and the staff was very friendly and disarming.  (I was really  nervous by then, wanting to get the piercing but dreading the process.)  We got our paperwork out of the way and started to look at jewelry.  I wanted a heavier gauge and a circular barbell (thinking it would be less likely to get snagged on things during the healing process) and we settled on a nice 6 gauge.

Mistress, realizing that I was starting to get even more nervous, decided to give me a little nudge into subspace and asked the clerk if the 6 gauge would work well with chastity devices, knowing the embarrassment and reminder of why I was there would help me relax.  (It did, too!)  To his credit, the guy didn’t even skip a beat and asked if we had a particular style in mind or if we were having it custom made.  I mentioned ChastityTube.com - he hadn’t heard of them but did say that 6 gauge was pretty typical for that application.  Mistress then noticed the colored barbell ends and asked if they had purple available for my piercing.  I blushed again, realizing just how much Mistress owns me now.

A few minutes later, we met Jamie who would be doing my actual piercing.  He gladly consented to have Mistress present and also to video the process.  After just a short wait, he led us upstairs to one of their piercing rooms.  The room looked nicer and cleaner than my doctor’s office with a big medical table in the middle of the room covered with paper which I was asked to lay on after dropping my pants.

Jamie said that using such a large gauge piercing was really dependent on the size of my urethra.  Mistress and I looked at each other and laughed, having just tested that very thing earlier in the week.  (Jamie tried the receiving tube that the needle goes into and said that there was more than enough room to which Mistress said, "You’re Welcome".)

Using a mirror, Jamie showed me the marking he had made for where the piercing would go in.  He also pointed out a circumcision scar I never realized I had.  Then, the moment of truth.

I laid back and could hear Jamie working and saw Mistress with her video camera just off to my left.  I then felt the tube slide up inside my cock, followed by a sharp pinching sensation just under my cock head.  I hissed my breath through my teeth, waiting for the serious pain to hit.  I then felt a pop and the pain disappeared, followed by strange sensation of something sliding into my cock from underneath.  After another brief uncomfortable feeling (which turned out to be Jamie sliding in the jewelry), it was over.

I clearly didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t anywhere nearly as bad as I imagined.  Of course, we’ve established that I’m a gigantic pain slut and that I’m completely unaware of the depths of my tolerances, so I guess this is pretty par for the course.

Jamie posed with me for a picture and then he asked if I’d come back when it had healed so he could get a picture for his portfolio.  Honored, I told him I planned to return as soon as I could and would give him a call.  He then gave me all of the aftercare instructions (soak twice a day in salt water, no sex for 3-4 days, wear a condom until it’s completely healed) and sent us on our way.

I love the way the piercing looks and it will be a fun toy once its healed.  (Mistress has been telling me some of the ideas she has to torture me with it, including but not limited to hooking a leash to it and leading me around.)  The full video of the procedure will be available in Mistress’s Parlor in the very near future.  (I’ll post a link once it’s up.)

Mistress and I left and went out to dinner.  I was high as a kite from the endorphins and feeling incredibly connected to Mistress at that moment.  After the week, it felt good to go out to a nice dinner and just sit across a table from Mistress and giggle and flirt and enjoy ourselves, comfortable in our roles.  Once we were done with dinner, we headed back to her house where we spent some time with her husband and just had a good time, talking, eating, and playing some Guitar Hero II.

At 4 a.m., they finally kicked me out (since Mistress had to be up at 5 a.m. to fly out for a family trip) and I bid farewell to Mistress.  She handed me a sack lunch she had prepared for me (a yummy meatloaf sandwich) and gave me a big hug, telling me to IM her in the morning to let me know how the piercing was doing and to call as soon as I got home.

I went back to the hotel, did my first penis soak, and crashed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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Trip - Day Four

Shortly after I woke up, Mistress Trecia called to say that her husband was on his way over to pick me up and that she was making breakfast.  It was a really nice time, chatting and having some fantastic eggs and home fries (do people call breakfast potatoes that up here?).  Mistress’s husband had to go which left the two of us alone.  I helped her with a little web work then wrote up my blog post for the previous day. 

Mistress put in the movie "Secretary" with James Spader.  It’s about a lawyer that hires a new secretary, but starts slowly teaching her about D/s and spanking.  It was really  hot and is probably the best and most respectful look at the D/s dynamic that I’ve ever seen in a film.  Once it was over, Mistress sent me back to the hotel to wait for her and I took the time to tidy up the room a little bit and get in a quick shower.

With a knock at the door, Mistress was there, looking beautiful in a long skirt and black strappy tank top.  I helped her get some things together (apparently, I had tidied up a little too well), then she told me to strip and get some lube.  When I turned back around, Mistress was in her bare feet sitting with her legs crossed on the edge of the bed and I knew what was in store.  I knelt on the floor in front of her and bowed my head.  She lifted my chin so our eyes met (she looking directly into my soul as always) and said, "I completely own you, boy.  You are mine and I can do whatever I want with you" followed by a wicked smile.  Mistress then fastened my collar around my neck and told me to start stroking.

Literally  three strokes later, I was already moaning and whimpering, my severely teased cock and libido fruitlessly demanding their due.  I inhaled deeply as I felt Mistress bare feet once again assaulting my balls and rubbing my cock, making me feel completely humiliated at this thing I’ve become.  A grown man sobbing on his knees while he humps the foot of a fully-clothed woman towering over him.  Mistress said "Look at me!" and when our eyes met again, I noticed she had put in her vampire teeth.  "See, boy?", she said, knowing exactly what I was thinking and feeling at that moment, then upped my struggle by biting into my neck.  I could feel her hot breath on my neck (a serious turn-on of mine that she fully exploited) and felt the sharp teeth scratch my neck and shoulder as she bit and kissed and whispered words of her dominance into my ear.

I couldn’t hold it.  I just couldn’t.  I started to plead.  Rather than ask to stop, I did the next worst thing - I asked to cum.  Begged  to cum.  Even after I had been told the day before that the only way I’d ever cum again in Minnesota would be by Mistress’s hand.  Please, Mistress, please…

She slapped my face.

It wasn’t a very hard slap, but I was stunned for a moment, then my cock surged and throbbed and I almost lost it right there.  I had to focus just to keep my hand moving, let alone to keep from spilling.  (I had never expected to be into face slapping, but Mistress has proved time and time again that I have no idea about the depths that my inner pain slut is willing and wanting to travel.)  She grabbed my chin again and said, very sternly, "Keep stroking and don’t you dare cum!"

She released my chin and shoved my head down so it was pressed against her leg.  I clenched my teeth and growled, a sound escaping me that I had never made before, drawn from the depths of my feelings of complete ecstasy and ultimate frustration.  I just needed to stop stoking.  My chant of "please..please..please" just came out as grunts, whimpers, and finally sobs.  During this, Mistress decided to catch up on her reading, thumbing through a copy of "Bondage for Sex" that I had brought her.  The book is filled with photography of the different ties and Mistress would show me pictures of the tied breasts, knowing that it was ramping up my frustration and desire to cum.

Finally, I got the command to stop and I collapsed forward, head in Mistress’s lap completely exhausted.  After letting me catch my breath, Mistress slid closer to the edge of the bed and pressed my face between her legs through her skirt.  "Do you smell that, boy?  And you’re so  close, aren’t you?  Just that thin layer of fabric…"  Purely on instinct, I buried my face into her.  Rather than the reprisal I was expecting, Mistress instead grabbed my head and laid back putting my nose directly against her most sacred spot.  Lost in the moment, I started bucking my nose, feeling the dampness of Mistress through her skirt and hearing her moan, cherishing the honored gift of being able to please Mistress in this way. 

When Mistress was done, she told me I could break pose and rest for a minute.  She then told me to kneel and walked around behind me when I heard the tell-tale clanking of the X-bar, a metal "X" with wrist and ankle cuffs fastened to its ends.  With quick precision, Mistress had me completely helpless in this wonderful new toy of hers.  Mistress then told me I would get a free cum if I could stand up so I tried in earnest, the logical engineering part of brain completely lost to subspace, leaving Mistress to laugh at me as I soon realized that there was no possible way to stand with my arms and legs in that position.  After marking my body with her nails and playfully giving a few frustrating strokes to my cock, Mistress started readying something behind me.

I felt a small metal rod being pressed into my left hand and then a loud crackling buzz filled the room.  This can’t be good…  Mistress started to lightly flog my back, but as each strand made contact, I could feel a small spark and I realized she was using her Violet Wand.  The flogging continued on my back, then across my nipples, and finally across my cock and balls, each touch with the device causing me to jump and squirm and the electricity bit into my skin.  Next, Mistress turned out the lights and came back with the actual wand, it’s round bulb looking very menacing with purple energy pulsing under the glass.  She brought the glass near my nipple and a bright purple spark jumped into my already sensitive skin, causing me to yelp.  Even though I was very comfortable with electrical play, the psychological aspect of seeing the sparks jump into my skin and hearing the sizzle sound as contact was made was pretty powerful. 

Once she was done with the wand, Mistress let me out of the restraints and told me to get on the bed.  My eyes close out of instinct and I was surprised by something soft and warm stroking my body.  Mistress was using her fur glove to stroke my arms, legs, and chest, but after a few minutes, she also started including the leather spiked glove on her other hand to poke and prod my body, paying extra attention to my nipples.

Then, Mistress told me to turn over and get my ass in the air.  It was time for my payback.  Mistress gave me a strict "no touching" policy a couple of months ago with a three swat penalty should I stroke without permission.  I did pretty well, but still ended up earning 9 strokes.  Mistress gave them to me with three different implements: a paddle, a leather strap, and a cane.  The strokes all landed with Mistress’s practiced hand to do the most hurt possible.  By the third of each, I was wincing and trying not to pull away from the stinging pain.  The nine went pretty quickly, though, leaving the pain slut in me feeling like we were just starting to get warmed up.  (I know writing this is probably a huge  mistake…)

After the swats, Mistress gently rubbed my "marks" (but not without taking a picture, of course) and her hand slowly drifted to my cock, giving it little teasing strokes and squeezes.  With her other hand, she started rubbing my sphincter, eventually sliding a finger inside me.  Already high in subspace, the intrusion just sent me flying.  I did my best to relax (I don’t do much ass play on my own) as her finger slid in and out fucking my ass.  (Mistress told me that she eventually got two fingers up inside me, something that had caused her to say "You little slut!" at the time.) 

The fingers came out and I realized some time later that Mistress was sitting in a chair by the side of the bed.  We talked for a little bit and she stroked my hair (something that I absolutely love) and I slowly came down off of my incredible high.  She invited me over for dinner and I shared another meal with Mistress and her husband. 

Afterwards, I was dropped back at my hotel with a new assignment:  play with the ErosTek.  Mistress instructed me to find my favorite and least favorite setting on the ErosTek, adding that I had to play for at least 30 minutes.  I quickly realized that I have to get one of these for myself.  On the PES unit, you can hook up two sets of electrodes, but they both are controlled by the same box with the same settings.  The ErosTek, however, operates both sets independently and  can vary the settings to give a variety of unique effects.  (One mode called "Stroke" sends waves of power that feels like a hand stroking!)

My assignment was to use at least use the ass plug but to also include a cock electrode if I wanted.  I hooked up a bi-polar butt plug to one channel and the elastic bands (one around my balls and the other around the head of my cock) to the other.  I then fired it up and started trying out the different modes.  All I can say is….wow.  There is a reason the ErosTek has a great reputation among the e-stim community - the sensations were incredible, especially the ones that would feed different stimulations to my ass and cock.  I finally shut the box off after 90 minutes for fear that I wouldn’t be able to stop the rising orgasm I felt coming on given my teasing and denial from earlier in the day.

I had a hard time picking a "least favorite" mode as all of the ones on the box felt just incredible, but Climb (which was a mid-frequency steady pulse that felt like ants marching on my cock) was probably the one that didn’t do as much for me.  My favorite mode was a tie between Phase 1 (which sent stronger and stronger waves of vibrations into my cock and ass) and Random 1 (which kept rotating sensations and power levels) with an honorable mention to Orgasm (a steadily building pulse which grew in power and in frequency before resetting to start the climb all over again).

With the assignment done, I plugged in the ErosTek to recharge and immediately went to sleep, my abused body finally getting at least one thing it wanted.

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Trip - Day Three

The combination of the very late night and the play time had me completely beat.  I woke up at 11:30 refreshed and ready for the day.  Mistress Trecia called shortly after to tell me to be ready by 6 for the party.

The party was being thrown and attended by folks from the local BDSM community.  It seems that Minneapolis/St. Paul has a really fantastic group of tops and bottoms that meet to talk and play on a regular basis.  As we arrived at the party house, I was extremely nervous.  I had been a "party puppy" for my other Dommes, but it was usually benign stuff like rubbing their feet or fetching drinks.  I’d never been to an actual play party where other D/s play was going on let alone being "in scene" with other people watching.

We were greeted at the door and welcomed inside and spent some time at the kitchen table snacking and chatting with the other early arrivals.  I was invited to sit on the floor next to Mistress’s chair and noticed that the girl who had let us in was also sitting on the floor (when she wasn’t taking care of the other guests).  In a short time, we were invited downstairs to see the dungeon.

Before we did, Mistress told me to kneel before her and she fastened a collar around my neck.  It was a gift she had presented the night before, a beautiful leather collar with an engraved tag that says "timidboy - Property of MWK".  Receiving the collar in the first place was a wonderful surprise and touched me a great deal, but kneeling before her as she placed it on my neck then snapped her long, purple leash onto it was an amazing thrill.  Now properly attired, we joined the group in the basement.

The basement of the house had been converted in a wonderful playroom.  The corners were filled with a human-sized gilded cage, a St. Andrew’s Cross, and a spanking bench.  The walls were adorned by chains, wrought-iron candle sconces, and an impressive array of impact instruments ranging from floggers and whips to a medieval steel flail.  My nervousness doubled as I was intimidated by this space, something that was obviously crafted and arranged by someone who knew what they were doing.

Mistress and I watched as some of the others started to play, most notably the dungeon’s owner who had his girl strip down to her bra and panties and dance for him in the cage.  Mistress had planned to try out her ErosTek there, but the dungeon only had one place where a sub could lay down and it was already taken.  We stayed for a bit just to watch, but Mistress eventually asked if I wanted to go back to my room so we could play in private with her new toys.  Given the choice to watch others or suffer under Mistress’s skilled hand, I gladly chose the latter.

Back in the room, Mistress almost immediately motioned for me to undress and started readying her gear.  Once naked, I was told to lie on the bed and prepare for our session.  I was nervous again, but this time with anticipation of the electro play to come.  I’ve never given over the power controls to someone else and was worried about withstanding its intense sensations with Mistress at the switch.

She started with two elastic bands, one around my balls and the other around my cock, and then fired up the ErosTek.  With the previous devices I’ve experimented with, you switched it on and set a constant power.  The ErosTek, however, has different modes that vary the "feel" of the power (strength, frequency, and so on), as well as escalates the strength of the pulses.  Mistress said later that she could tell when the pulses got stronger because my cock would go from rock hard to limp.  The sensations were unbelievable, alternately buzzing my cock and balls, at times causing me to arch my back against the bed in a futile attempt to escape the voltage that was flooding through me.

Next, Mistress pulled out the flexible probe and told me to spread my legs.  I felt incredibly exposed, my legs pulled up to my chest with Mistress running her finger first over then inserting it into my ass.  Moments later, her finger was removed and replaced with the cold metal probe.  "Are you ready, boy?" Mistress asked, laughing as she started the next round of electricity.  This time, Mistress either ran the box "hotter" than the previous session or the probe was just a more potent electrode because the sensations were incredibly intense.  I actually growled a few times in pain and ecstasy as my body was seized by the power, my muscles clenching and teeth grinding, my cock responding with a mind of its own, pre-cum leaking down onto the bed.

As I rode wave after wave of torture from the ErosTek, Mistress would tightly pinch my already sore nipples between her fingers and stroke my cock, sending me humping in the air trying to get some sort of release.  Eventually, the haze of subspace cleared slightly and I realized that the session was over and Mistress was packing up.  Our time together had flown by and I was shocked at how much time had passed when I glanced at the clock.

Mistress gave me my assignment for the night (stroke to the edge with my face in her used panties, then put them on and go to bed) and I was asleep as soon as I hit the bed.

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Trip - Day Two

After a night of rock-solid sleep, I woke up in my hotel room with a serious subspace hangover.  I felt awesome, but kinda groggy and just plain beat.  I was still in time to take advantage of the hotel’s free breakfast and had a couple of waffles in the lobby.   Back in the room, I fired up my XBox 360 (yes, I always travel with my console, even for business) and popped in the first season of Arrested Development.  (Mistress Trecia loaned it to me when she discovered that I’d never seen it.) 

Right around then, Mistress called and asked what I was up to and I told her I was just hanging out watching TV.  She invited me over to her house instead, so I took a quick shower and headed out with her directions in hand.  (Noticing that I hadn’t updated my blog yet, she told me to bring my laptop.)  Upon arrival, I did a little tech work for Mistress, resetting her internal wireless network, beefing up the security a little bit, then making sure all of her equipment talked to each other on the new settings.  I then finished writing up my blog post.

As I did that, Mistress was working in the kitchen making a big bowl of homemade salsa for the potluck play party we’re attending on Friday night.  When I went in to tell her the network was done, I noticed she was cutting open hot peppers and draining the juice and seeds into a little Mason jar.  The jar was about half full and I commented on how much pepper juice was there.  She told me that the jar was about half full of lube.  "Oh.   Oh…

When she was done, we went back to my room.  She immediately told me to strip and kneel before her.  From her bag of toys, she pulled out a pair of mousetraps and her riding crop.  The traps went onto my nipples (making my cock stiffen, much to Mistress’s amusement) and then she started rubbing the crop against my bare balls and cock.  After just a few moments, she showed me the head of the crop and it was shiny with pre-cum.  "Who’s my little pain slut, boy?"  I am, Mistress…

She then removed the traps and motioned for me to get up on the bed.  She pulled a small box out of her toy bag and showed me that it was full of clothes pins.  Hoo, boy.  Two pins went up on my nipples and then she started decorating my cock and balls, clipping the pins to the skin of my cock and scrotum.  Just for good measure, every so often she would slap my thighs or strongly flick the head of my cock with her finger, sending me moaning and bucking the air.

The pins came off after a time and Mistress climbed up and sat on my chest.  With one hand, she stroked my cock and with the other, she twisted and pinched my nipples.  Between the previous delicious torture and the steady stimulation on my cock, I was soon begging for release or for her to stop.  She roughly squeezed my cock said, "Look at me!"  When I made eye contact, she said, "I so  own you" and smiled a purely wicked smile.  With that, she jumped up and turned around, pushing her jeans-clad ass into my face.  The point where the denim seams converged between her legs was visibly damp and that alone almost sent me over the edge.  (Mistress is skilled and playing one of her boys like a cello, but seeing that she was just as turned on as I was made me feel so much more connected to her.)

Mistress jumped down onto the floor and told me to scoot down to the edge so my legs were dangling.  I then heard a zipper and realized she was getting out her new metal sounds.  Mistress slowly stroked my already strained and suffering cock, then showed me one of the long, thin sounds, my eyes following her hand down until the sound started to slide up inside my cock.  The sensation was amazing, especially as she started slowing fucking my cock with the sound, sliding it in and out.  I was moaning up a storm and she just giggled as she continued to violate my cock.  One sound came out and the next larger one went in.  I was able to take the three smallest, the largest of the three feeling the best.

With the last sound removed, Mistress then resumed her stroking of my cock.  I noticed my cock starting to get warm and realized that Mistress was dipping into the jar of peppered lube every few strokes.  The burn built slowly, but before long my cock and balls were on fire as she stroked, sending me into a frenzy of pleading and begging, confident that I wouldn’t be able to hold my cum inside any longer.  Mistress stopped and told me to be ready in a couple of hours to go out, then left. 

I immediately ran to the bathroom and wrapped a cold towel around my cock and balls, trying to get the burning to stop, my head still swimming from the amazing experience that just happened.

That night, Mistress, her husband, and I all went out to a local club called "Ground Zero".  It’s a goth BDSM club where they have local Dommes perform on stage with volunteers from the audience.  Mistress looked amazing - her hair and make-up impeccable and wearing a school girl-eqsue outfit (short skirt, white collared shirt under a gray sweater) with fishnet stockings and knee-high patent leather boots.  She was a vision of fetish and beauty and turned a few heads as we walked into the club.

Unfortunately, the club wasn’t that busy and the house Dommes, while in attendance, were not performing.  We stayed for a little while enjoying a few of the go-go dancers (her husband and I got a real show from a girl dancing on a platform near the bar who, noticing that we were watching her intently, would spin around so we could get a full view of her barely-covered ass, the thin material of her thong barely doing its job).  Eventually we went back to Mistress’s house where she had me remove her boots and massage some lotion into her feet and ankles.  (Doing this got me incredibly aroused again, proving once more that Mistress is turning me into a little foot slut as well.)

She sent me back to the hotel with a final assignment, bind my cock and listen to her podcast, then stroke to the edge with my face buried in the panties she had given me the day before.  The podcast was an incredible surprise as it was all about me!  The topic was on how to endear yourself to a Domme and she talked at length about the things I’ve been doing for her, how we met, and how much my service has meant to her.  As a capper on the day, I couldn’t have asked for anything better.  After my stroking was complete, I laid in bed, beaming with pride and afterglow from the amazing day, and then finally let my fatigue carry me off to sleep.

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Trip - Day One

I’ve been counting down to my trip to visit Mistress Trecia for a couple of months now, but the day suddenly arrived seemingly out of nowhere.  The night prior to my departure where a frantic flurry of packing and car loading and making sure I didn’t forget anything.  I also slept horribly, between being woken by the storm, my anticipation of the trip, and a nasty nightmare that I had a rollover crash on the way up there (probably some lurking fear from my previous solo road trip).

Because of all that, I woke up groggy and in a weird mood.  Mistress had a morning assignment that got my head snapped back into place before I left.  Upon getting up, I was to stroke to the edge then write "MWK" on my cock with a marker.  With each stroke, the horrible night melted away and I was once again filled with excitement about the trip.  Marking myself was just the little extra frosting, a reminder of what all this hard work has been leading up to.  I pulled out of the driveway just after 7 a.m.

In addition to the "wake up" assignment, Mistress had an additional assignment for my time on the road - I was to rub myself through my jeans as I drove for 9 minutes once every hour.  (I did have the option of trading 9 minutes for 9 full strokes, but only if I pulled my cock completely out of my pants.)  The drive up was about 7 hours, and at the bottom of each hour I started to stroke myself through my jeans.  Each time, I got further along than the last in the same amount of time, until the last round (as I was crossing the Minnesota border) left me wondering if I was going to hit the edge.

Once at the hotel, I needed to get all of the BDSM gear in my truck up to the room.  Since that included a full-sized spanking bench and Saint Andrew’s cross, things were a little interesting.  The items all folded or disassembled, so I was able to put them on a cart and wheel them through the lobby without too may weird looks.  The main piece of the cross, however, required me to carry it up the fire stairs as the elevator was a little too small for the item.

Mistress then called to say that she was running late and had errands to do and invited me along.  My original plan was this carefully crafted scene.  I left a key for Mistress at the front desk and had planned to greet her at the door to my room, naked and kneeling.  Meeting Mistress in the lobby fully dressed and then driving around for a couple of hours actually turned out to be a good thing.  We got to have some "non scene" time which helped calm my nerves.  (We also made the odd discovery that we drive the same exact same truck down to the model year and have our "MWK" stickers in the same place on the back.  Weird…)

After hanging out for a bit, we went back to my hotel room.  I presented my gifts to Mistress - I admittedly went completely overboard (Flickr set coming soon) and she was a little overwhelmed at all the new toys.  Eventually, she came over to me, took off her sweatshirt, then said, "Now you" and sat down on the edge of the bed, legs crossed.

I hesitated for a moment, waiting for the expected rush of fear, but even as I started removing my clothes it didn’t come.  Undressing in front of Mistress as she watched seemed perfectly natural.  Once naked, I knelt at her feet and bowed my head, flushed with the excitement of finally being here with her in person.  She reached up and stroked my hair, calling me a "good boy" and was completely lost in that moment.  She then grabbed my chin, lifted my head so I was looking into my eyes, and then said, "Stroke for me".

Phew.

I wanted to be cool and impressive, but it only took about 15 strokes before I was moaning and whimpering in front of Mistress, all three weeks of my current denial screaming for relief.  As I stroked, Mistress kicked off a sandal and started rubbing her toes underneath my balls and against the head of my cock.  I started begging for release, but Mistress just told me to start stroking.  She pushed my head down so it was resting on her lap, then told me to start again.  The teasing continued until I was teetering on the edge again and, once again, I was told to stop stroking. 

Before the next round started, Mistress grabbed my non-stroking hand and slid it under herself so my knuckles were strategically positioned against her sacred spot.  I could feel her heat and wetness through her pants and that alone almost sent me over the edge.  She also slid her foot so it was resting right against my cock and I immediately started humping her foot, something that caused Mistress to laugh at me.  I was so horny and denied that I was completely degrading myself just so I could get even the smallest semblance of release.

She instructed me to start stroking again, but started griding herself into my hand and brought herself to orgasm as I pleaded for my own release.  She wasn’t quite ready for that yet, so she told me to stop again, causing me to whimper with frustration, something that brought another laugh out of Mistress.

Another round of stroking started, but this time Mistress told me to beg for what I wanted.   And I begged.  And pleaded.  Please, Mistress.  Please  Please  Please  P-p-p-plea-a-a-se…

Finally, she grabbed my chin again and, looking firmly into my eyes as I continued to stroke like a man possessed, said "Cum.  NOW!"  Three strokes later and I was cumming and cumming and cumming, spilling all over Mistress’s feet and the floor.  Exhausted, I fell forward with my head in Mistress’s lap where she stroked my hair.  After a few minutes, she demanded that I clean up my mess and had me lick all the cum off of her feet and ankles.  We then sat for awhile, me completely buzzing from my time in subspace.  (As a memento of our first time together, Mistress later gave me the panties she was wearing in a plastic bag.)

After a while, we went out to dinner and then back to her place where I got to finally meet Mistress’s husband.  We took him back to the hotel so he could see Mistress’s gifts and we had a good time talking until about 1 in the morning when they realized that the day was catching up with me and left so I could crash.  On her way out the door, Mistress said, "Oh, and tonight - stroke for 36 minutes before you sleep.  Good night, boy!" and left with a laugh.

Fighting sleep and orgasm, I laid in bed for the full time stroking and stroking, pulling back from the edge each time I got close, rerunning the day’s events through my head and soaking in my servitude.  My final thought as I drifted off, assignment complete, was that I hoped I could keep up with Mistress over the next four days.

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Surprise Call

Last night, I was IMing with Mistress Trecia about some work for her site when she asked "Would you like to call me for a few minutes?"  I immediately grabbed my headset and cell phone and a moment later her alluring voice was in my ear. 

Since my most "direct" contact with Mistress to date has been her voice, it has a special effect on me.  I get a wonderful warm, fuzzy feeling and my demeanor instinctually changes - my voice gets quieter, I bow my head while speaking, and I feel that wonderful flush of excitement as I slowly sink into subspace.

At first, we just discussed some mundane things.  I tried to help her get her new laptop to connect to her wireless network and we discussed some logistics about our upcoming visit.  Then, out of the blue, she asked, "So, you’ve been getting incredibly horny, boy?"  When I said that I had, she immediately told me to grab my cock.

"Grab it now, boy.  Stroke for me.  "

Those three little magical words just electrified me and I was rock hard before my hand even made it down there.  Within about three strokes, I was already moaning with abandon and losing myself into the sensation, my entire existence centered in the hand wrapped around my cock, stroking myself deeper into denial and frustration.

"Oooo, poor boy.  I bet you want to cum, don’t you my little stroke slut?"  Yes, Mistress.   "Well, too….fucking…..bad."  Then she let loose with that wicked laugh of hers, the one that always cuts through me and makes me feel flushed with shame at what I’ve become.  (I’d never really understood erotic humiliation as a concept until I met Mistress Trecia.  I completely get it now  - the feeling that you have completely degraded yourself and are exposing your very soul just to be taunted for it push me right into the warm, gooey center of subspace.)

This continued for a few more minutes, my moans growing more desperate, Mistress’s taunts becoming more and more teasing (especially as she described things she might do while I’m there, like tie me up and force me to listen to her pleasure herself).

My head swimming, I heard Mistress firmly say "HANDS OFF" through the haze and pulled my hand away from my cock.  The lingering wisps of subspace and intense frustration left me whimpering and moaning even with the removal of the physical contact.

"Rest well, boy.  Good night…"  And with that, Mistress was gone and I was left to climb the stairs up to my bedroom, knowing that I would spend the next hour lying in bed fighting for sleep, trying to clear my head as my body rebelled with frustration.

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Stroke Slut

Last night, I had a wonderful session with Mistress Trecia. 

She told me a few days ago to be prepared to "meet" via webcam on Thursday night and we finally connected around midnight.  I had set my den up in "shrine" mode with my mat down on the floor and some lube and a towel near by.  While I IM with Mistress all day long most days, it’s still a rush to hear her voice greet me with a sultry "hello, boy".

After a little bit of small talk, she told me to grab my cock and the taunting began.  She asked if i was her little stroke slut, and I answered "Yes, Mistress".  She laughed, then told me to lube up and start stroking.  While stroking, she started the teasing and taunting, at times simply echoing back my frustrated groans and then laughing at me.  She also asked if I was ready to cum (and I so completely  was), then laughed and said "well, I’m not going to let you" then laughed again.

She let me stop to catch my breath, but then asked if I had my toothpaste handy.  I told her it was upstairs in the bathroom and she said to go get it.  When I got back, she told me to pour some in my hand and start stroking again.  After about 4 strokes, the burn of that evil cinnamon Crest kicked in and let out a deep moan as my cock swelled involuntarily to the catalyst of the pain.  Mistress laughed, telling me I was such a nice little pain slut.  She even mentioned some new tortures she might try out, like abusing my cock by sliding a lip gloss brush up inside my urethra.  (She taunted that it was the closest my cock would ever get to her luscious lips.)

As I continued stroking, the pain grew along with my frustration and my moans and groans and whimpers became more desperate, telegraphing every sensation and emotion pouring through my body.   Through my earpiece, I could hear Mistress becoming more and more aroused, her moans no longer a taunting mimic of my own.  I can’t remember her becoming so excited in any other session and I nearly lost it and came just at the thought of the effect my suffering was having on her.  As a sub, being able to provide Mistress pleasure is the greatest reward I could receive.

I couldn’t take it any more and started pleading for Mistress to let me stop.  (It sounded more like "p…ph…please….Mm….Muh……Mistress….")  She finally let me stop and I had to steady myself as my head was swimming from the over stimulation and welled-up frustration at being so close but denied that sweet release.

Mistress told me to clean up and rest well, then hung up.  A few minutes later, she IMed me to say that she was off to finish cumming about 5 times ("more than enough for both of us").  Reading that, my burning, aching cock was fully erect and bobbing in the air again and I was filled with a sense of pride for being able to please Mistress in such a way. 

After putting away my shrine, I laid bed, my cock still burning from the toothpaste despite my best efforts to wash it off, and drifted off savoring the afterglow from my time in subspace.

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…And She Taketh Away

Yesterday, I mentioned how glowy I was over the picture Mistress sent me.  That night, she had a new assignment for me, but at the end of the assignment she ordered me to destroy the picture - delete all copies, no printouts, no backups, no Recycle Bin.

She said that she was only giving me a peek and would not allow me to objectify her.  I can completely understand that, but it still didn’t make it any easier to take my cherished gift and erase it.  Orders are orders, however, so I zapped it and scrubbed the disk space where it used to live so I couldn’t have a moment of weakness and try to recover it.  Mistress did say that if I keep up the good work, I might get to do more than look at her breasts at some point in the future.  I can only hope (and dream) that it will.

I had the day off today and, per Mistress’s instructions, was naked and working on the computer with my webcam activated to Mistress could pop in to keep tabs on me.  She did give me carte blanche to stroke today, so I took full advantage of her generosity.  During my second stroke session of the day, I saw the "Mistress is viewing your webcam" prompt on YIM followed by a string of LOLs from Mistress.  Busted!  After watching for a few minutes, she told me to get back to work.

A little while later, I was stroking again and she popped in with her usual perfect timing.  This time, she said "keep stroking".  When she arrived, I was just about to stop because I was right on the edge, so being forced to keep going was extremely difficult.  About 10 minutes later, I asked Mistress if I could pause, but didn’t receive a response.  Another 5 minutes went by, and I was desperate.  I started sending "please, Mistress" every couple of minutes until my cell phone rang.

Mistress immediately said "KNEEL!" and chastised me for pleading from my comfy spot on the couch.  After whimpering and pleading for a few minutes, she sternly said "CUM!  CUM NOW!" and, of course, seconds later I was spilling load after load onto my family room carpet.  I’ve learned by now to ask to stop, but Mistress said she wanted all of the cum I’ve been storing up and forced me to keep going, every nerve in my body on fire as I continued to stroke my super-sensitive cock. 

Finally, Mistress told me to stop and I had to brace myself against the floor as the room was spinning from the massive orgasm.  The last thing Mistress said before she hung up was "See, you never know what to expect with me."  Boy, is that ever true!

While it felt so  good to finally release, the thought dawned on me later that while I made it 17 days this time, I’m sure the next time will be even longer.  I hope I can continue to meet Mistress’s challenges as she continues to test and stretch my limits.

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Called Upon

Last night was just one more in a string of new experiences for me.  Since the previous night of waking every two hours to stroke for Mistress Trecia, I was incredibly tired.  (Taking a day trip to Disneyland and walking around all day didn’t help either.) 

Mistress was working on a school project and said she’d check in on me later with my instructions, but I wound up falling asleep while playing a video game while waiting.  Mistress must have noticed on my webcam (something I kept going around the clock in the hotel room since Mistress liked being able to check in on her boy to watch over me) as she phoned me at the hotel.

Most of the call feels like it was a dream, between my incredible arousal and the sleep deprivation, and I don’t fully remember everything that happened.  I was woken out of a pretty sound sleep to hear Mistress’s voice saying something to effect of "Is my little stroke toy horny?"  She then strongly told me to start immediately stroking my cock.  In my already highly aroused and sexually charged state, it didn’t take more than a few minutes before i was whimpering into the phone.  I remember Mistress repeating back my pleas and moans and laughing at me, something that just increased my need and suffering.

By the end, I could barely speak, words like "Mistress" coming out as "Mmm-uh-uh-mmmuss" as I stroked, wavering on the very edge.  I was almost in tears again from the sheer agony and frustration when Mistress ordered me to stop.  She then said I was a good boy and told me to get plenty of rest.

This morning, we discussed my current state a little more and she suggested I post on the Freaks4Fetish forum to get some advice.  I feel kinda stupid doing that now as I’m only 4 days into a 2 week denial and the couple of good responses I got were from guys who had been chaste for weeks and months.  One common thread was that being in denial makes you closer to Mistress, the constant ache a reminder that you are owned.  It made me think about possibly offering Mistress that I remain denied until our trip. 

I don’t want to make that offer just yet, because if what I’m feeling now gets worse I may have a hard time reaching the two week goal that Mistress has already put forth.  However, there is something very exciting and intimate about waiting until my release can be granted either in audience with or by the hand of Mistress Trecia.

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Burning Desire

Mistress Trecia surprised me with another session last night.  She IMed me that I was to tie up my cock and balls with the plastic cord she included in my goody bag, get an ice cube, and then call her on her cell phone.  I could already tell I was in trouble.

As soon as we were on the phone, Mistress told me to take the ice and place it just under the head of my cock where I was to let it melt to get the head nice and wet.  Then, Mistress instructed me to take the 9-volt battery out of the bag and place it on the wet spot.

I’ve tinkered with electrical play before and have a nice PES Electro box of my own.  I’ve also managed to zap myself pretty good as I was learning the ins and outs of that particular kink.  None of that prepared me for the sting of that little 9-volt battery.  It took all my will power to keep it there in place, the sharp buzzing of current burning my cock head and causing my body to twitch with discomfort.

Once she tired of that, Mistress then told me to take out the Devil’s Spit - a small jar of an Icy Hot/lotion concoction she had specially made for me.  She said I was to take some lotion and mix it 50/50 with what she had given me.  I wasn’t really thinking and grabbed my bottle of lube instead of actual lotion.  While lotion would have combined with the Devil’s Spit and diluted it (making the coming torture a little less painful) the lube instead seemed to amplify the effect.

Once I had the mixture in my hand, Mistress told me to beg to use it, to plead with her to allow myself to inflict torture on myself.  Being the pain slut that I am, I did as I was told and begged  to use the Spit on myself.  Permission was granted, my hand started rubbing the substance into my cock, and I actually thought "Huh - this isn’t so bad".

Then it kicked in.  Damn…

I have never felt anything as excruciatingly painful as the fire that engulfed my cock at that moment.  Through the haze of pain, I could hear Mistress taunting me to stroke it, something that added to the pain as it rubbed more of the Spit into my skin but also aroused me because of my horny state from the previous few days and the fact that my cock was finally getting the stroking it wanted to badly, even if it was being burned alive in the process.

Mistress made me stroke myself to the edge in this manner, every few strokes seemingly more painful than the last.  Then, she added the kicker.  Mistress told me I could cum, but only if I could somehow find the pleasure within the pain.  Horny and desperate as I was, I increased my strokes, running for the release I needed.  Just a few moments later, I was begging for release and Mistress demanded that I cum.  It was an easy command to obey as I had a spectacular orgasm shooting spurt after spurt of my cum onto the floor.

Of course, after I was allowed to stop stroking, my cock was still on fire, the Devil’s Spit feeling like it was eating through my skin.  Mistress allowed me to untie my cock and then wash off her evil potion.  As a capper, she made me take the Sharpie she had included in the kit and write "MWK" on my cock, something I was ordered to re-apply once I had taken a shower the next morning.

Talking about the session afterwards, Mistress Trecia said she could tell I was right there with her when she told me to find the pleasure in the pain.  I know deep down that the orgasm was as fantastic as it was because of the pain, my machocistic bent once again showing its true colors.

Mistress told me to go to bed and get some sleep, but left me with the final thought of it being her hand providing my torment.  The end of March can not come soon enough as I, too, long to serve Mistress in person and subject myself to all of her sadistic desires. 

I can’t fight it - it is my sincere pleasure to ache for her.

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