The nervous excitement began to build last in anticipation for Jade's return into my life, the first time I'll have seen her since we parted way under my foolish decision. Jade had made it clear that I was not going to be welcomed back without consequences; the privileges and rewards that used to be mine had been forfeit.
Jade was excited too. She messaged asking "Are you prepared for tomorrow?" she had messaged. I assured her, "I will get up early to make sure I am ready," my words filled with an earnest desire to serve her, and of course I stuck to those words and had been up early this morning getting the flat ready for my owner's arrival.
Jade's morning had been a bit more stressful. She had a job interview for a marketing and PR role at a small pharmaceutical start up company in central London. I joked, "If they ask if you have any pets, don't mention me," to which she responded with a simple "funny."
She followed this up by telling me, "I'm looking forward to being pampered!" The opportunity to make her happy stirred something deep within me. I replied saying, "I'm glad, I've missed serving you, Miss J." Excitingly Jade teased, "I may get you to lick me tomorrow, but not for your benefit just because I want it done. It's catch 22 because you deserve to be denied me, but I deserve the pleasure."
"I know I don't deserve it but you do deserve pleasure," I conceded, reaffirming my commitment to our dynamic. But Jade didn't seem convinced, replying, "I'm not sure. Hopefully I'll get over the urge." I begged, "Please, Miss J. I want you." Her reply was brief, "maybe just my bum." I'd settle for that.
Our exchange ended with an unspoken promise of what tomorrow would bring. "I'm going to sleep. I'll message you tomorrow when I'm getting on the tube to yours," she informed me. The anticipation welled within me. "Yes, Miss J, good luck tomorrow," I sent back, my thoughts already swirling around what our reunion would bring. "Thanks, slave," came her parting words, a single phrase that made our dynamic clear.
At 10:30 this morning, Jade messaged, "I'll be 20 mins." One of the terms Jade had imposed on me as part of her return was that I procured a collar and chain. This was my penance for having left her previously, a tangible symbol of my submission and commitment to her. I had been told to wear it at all times in the house. With roughly 10 minutes until Jade arrived, I slipped on the collar. I found myself eagerly awaiting the tangible demonstration of her power and control as she led me around in what she had termed my 'new uniform.' The collar was also a token of my submission and a constant reminder of the bond we shared.
She arrived, fresh from her interview. Dressed smartly, she radiated an air of professionalism. I busied myself in the kitchen, preparing a simple snack of toast in quiet thoughtful anticipation of what was to come. I took the snack upstairs to the bedroom, where I found Jade had slipped out of her smart dress and was wearing one of my plain blue t-shirts, which hung like a mini-dress on her petite frame.
Over toast, Jade filled me in on her interview. She wasn't overly optimistic, and didn't feel it had gone to well. As a result, the need was greater than ever to relax Jade and make her forget her life for a little while. Then Jade showed an interest in my life, or my love life to be more specific. She asked about me and the situation with Chanelle.
I told Jade, "I spoke to her and basically said that I was sorry, but I wasn't feeling a spark." Jade wisely said, "At least it's done now, it's better for both of you if you weren't fully into it." I agreed, "I was just waisting her time. She was nice but hard work." Jade laughed, "I'm hard work!" I hadn't realised what I was saying, but of course Jade was right. I backtracked, "You're different. I want to work for you, she wasn't worth the effort."
"Fair enough," Jade said before asking, "Did she know about your submissive side at all?" I told her, "Yeah, she did. She had a bit a dominant side herself, but she wasn't really into it." Jade nodded, "There is a difference between dominant and dominatrix I suppose."
It wasn't long before Jade gave me a physical reminder of the different, performing her first act of dominance for on me in almost two months. She reached for my collar and yanked me up. Her grip was firm, commanding, and intensely arousing, sending a jolt of excitement to genitals. There was no mistaking her intent or her control as Miss J dragged me to the bed and ordered me to massaged her feet. It felt good to be worshipping these familiar, dainty, black feet, the feet that had caused me more physical pain than probably anything else in my entire life. Today, the massage didn't stop at her feet, Miss J instructed me to work my way up her firm, toned legs, rubbing her aching calves. By the time my hands carefully caressed her strong thighs, my excitement had built to a full erection, which would of course be ignored by Miss J.
Following that, Jade displayed her unabashed dominance in a more intimate manner. No instructions were necessary as Miss J took hold of my lead and had me followers her on all-fours to the bathroom. Stopping outside the door, Miss J looped the chain around the door handle and went inside. I knew what was about to happen. Another of Miss J's rules that I agreed to comply with upon her return was that, as she put it, "You lick me clean every time I need to pee."
On my knees, sitting back on my feet outside the bathroom door, I listened as Miss J relieved herself. I heard her hot stream of piss flowing into the bowl, followed by the sound of the toilet being flushed. Then Miss J's voice, "Come here, slave!" I crawled forward, push the door open as I made my way toward's my master's voice. "Lick me," she demanded, placing one foot on the toilet seat to give me access from below.
This act, degrading for some, was a huge turn on. It was exciting to perform such a humiliating task, but even more exciting to get to feel Miss J's most intimate body part against my lips again, to worship her body, even though it was dripping with her bitter, salty piss. But the more I licked, through the acrid flavour of Miss J's freshly pee, the more I became aware of that intoxicating taste of Miss J's addictive, black pussy. While exciting for me, for Miss J, the act was an affirmation of my surrender to her. Proof of my willingness to server her, and something she clearly saw as part of my duty, rather than a reward. Miss J had made it very clear that rewards were off the table.
Once Miss J was satisfied, I was told to stop licking, much to my disappointment - not that I dared to voice it. My next task was a little more mundane. I found myself in the kitchen, preparing dinner for her. As the aroma of food wafted through the air, so did my sense of satisfaction. I was in my element, serving my domme, fulfilling her needs.
Having served Miss J her meal, I patiently knelt next to the bed as she ate. She wasted no time after dinner putting me back to work, this time by getting me to assist her with updating her CV. I offered her tips and guidance, drawing upon my own job hunting experiences. It felt strangely intimate to be sharing such a mundane yet personal task with her, punctuating the reality of our dynamic in a way that not many would understand. Sharing such private professional details with a submissive highlighted Miss J's trust in me. There was no doubt my role had been escalate above a "casual hook-up" or a "fuck buddy."
A sudden shift in the energy occurred when Miss J commanded me to fetch the wooden spatula she liked to use on me and get undressed. As she fastened the metal-studded leather cock ring around me, a surge of anticipation gripped me. It was a precursor to what was about to happen, a silent declaration of her intentions, and I knew she wasn't going to make the torment easy to take.
The painful but intensely erotic sequence of events began with Miss J ordering me to lie on the bed, an instruction I obeyed without hesitation. Miss J perched herself on my chest, her form casting a shadow over me and trapping me helplessly on the bed. The first whack of the spatula against my genitals was a jolt of pure sensation, a blend of pain and ecstasy. The wooden kitchen implement hit me square in the balls, smashing the sensitive orbs against my body, trapped within the confines of cock ring with nowhere to hide. Than again... smack... smack. Miss J laid into my balls, beating them hard with the spatula as she held me still and defenceless under her body. Miss J varied her attack, sometimes flicking the spatular up at my balls from below, at other times she'd bring the flat wooden face of it down on to my balls from above at full force. She also attacked one ball at a time, swiping at my constrained sack from the side. Although the spatula only made contact with one of my sensitive nuts, but impact sent jolt of pain through to the other as they were forced together.
Miss J delivered blow after sadistic blow, the only relief I was given was when she took a break to smack my involuntary erection. The pain drove me to free the lower part of my arm from beneath Miss J. My instinct to shield myself was met with swift smack to my knuckles.
Miss J has tortured my cock and balls countless times by this point, but today something was different. Without warning, she reached out and touched my hard cock, stroking it gently and teasing it in her grip. These moments of pleasure were fleeting and punctuated with a smack to my desperate cock or aching balls, but then moments later her hand would be on me again, this time rubbing my balls and running her fingers over the skin pulled tight in the cock ring. Her touch, almost like soothing caresses, was by far the most gentle she had ever been with my testicles, an intoxicating paradox that kept me on edge.
I was given the reminder that not all torment is derived from brute force. One of the most excruciating moments of Miss J's assault were delivered subtly. She started flicking my balls repeatedly, an action so minor, almost dismissive, yet it elicited an unexpected amount of pain. Each flick was like a jolt of electricity, causing me to squirm and tense.
Next, she introduced a different kind of torment. She began to gently tap my sensitive balls with the spatula, an action that was so light that at first it felt almost pleasant, even soothing. However, the gentle taps persisted, the monotonous rhythm gradually amplifying the discomfort with each successive tap. Over time, the delicate taps metamorphosed into a symphony of agony, underscoring the fact that even gentleness could be weaponised in the right context.
Yet, interlaced with these moments of torment were intervals of tenderness. There were moments when Jade continued to handle my testicles with a surprising gentleness, massaging them softly, providing a brief respite from the harsh discipline. Her hand wandered, offering a contrast in sensations as she gently teased me.
Miss J lifted herself from my chest, only to lower herself back down on to my face. She was still wearing panties under the long t-shirt, I could feel the fabric barrier between us. She commanded me to keep my mouth closed. The inability to taste her was pure torment, and clearly part of her planned punishment.
I was being forced to inhale Miss J's exhilarating scent, but denied the opportunity to taste her. My predicament became even more torturous when Miss J began to ruthlessly grind her panty-covered pussy against my face. She pushed down on top of me, smothering me with her wet lips, rubbing hard against my mouth, and forcing my nose inside of her wet crack, but still denied any direct contact by the obstruct wall of her panties.
As if this moment weren't torture enough, Miss J continued her onslaught on my balls, smacking them hard with the spatula as she rode my face. The thought of her getting herself off on me while taking pleasure from hitting my balls excited me a lot, but my balls had taken quite a beating by this point. Luckily, I think Miss J was aware of this and she climbed off of me, but she wasn't finished with me yet.
I watched as Miss J fastened her strap-on around her waist and between her legs, pushing the large pink dildo through the ring in the front. Although Miss J enjoyed fucking me with this toy, she wasn't satisfied that the rubber cock was big enough and hated that its artificial-looking colour didn't match her skin tone. Miss J has asked me to buy a bigger, black cock to penetrate me with several times, a request I was hoping she would forget.
Even with the current dildo, the experience was intense. Being fucked in the ass was always a test of my boundaries and limits, and today Miss J was unrelenting. Starting with my on my hands and knees, she fucked me in various positions, each one a testament to her control and my surrender. She had me line on my stomach as she drove the strap-on into me from above, then I had to ride her rubber cock while she lay on the bed. Finally, she sat on the side of the bed and made me ride the dildo with my back to her in a sort of squat position.
I was relieved when Miss J took the strap-on off, but the feeling soon switched to intense excitement when she continued by taking off her panties. "Lie on the bed, on your back," she snapped, and I hurriedly climbed into the desired position. Then, finally, Miss J lowered her naked mound on to my mouth. It was a divine moment. I was given permission to serve her with my mouth.
The intoxicating scent and taste of her drove me to the brink of madness, especially when she got on to all-fours and ordered me to lick her ass hole. Of course I complied and savoured the intimacy of swirling my tongue around her tight butt hole, my tongue gently penetrating as I pushed my face deeper between her shapely ass cheeks.
Although it was an honour to be worshipping Miss J's ass, I couldn't ignore the fact that my mouth was mere centimetres from Miss J's pussy, which was almost dripping. While licking her ass, I found myself straying from her orders, unable to resist the opportunity to slip my tongue into her pussy and lap up some of her sweet juices. My disobedience was, of course, met with stern instructions to do as I was told.
Now on her back, I had free access to Miss J's wet cunt. I lapped at it, sucked her clit into my mouth and concentrated on bringing her to climax. After licking and sucking for an indeterminable amount of time, Jade's breathing became sharp and erratic, her thighs tightly gripped my head, and she arched her back.
Then Miss J fell silent, holding her breath momentarily until she released it with a gasp. Her arched back collapsed on to the bed, which coincided with a noticeable burst of flavour between Miss J's legs, a treat that my raw desires reacted to by pushing my tongue inside of Miss J's wet hole and lapping it up, until I felt Miss J's foot on my shoulder. She pushed me away, while her breathy voice almost begged, "stop."
Her final act of dominance came as she got up, leaving me on the bed in a state of pure arousal but denied the satisfaction of my own climax. But this wasn't a concern, I was on a high because I had made Jade cum. This was the first time I managed to make her climax, a significant milestone in our relationship that underscored my dedication to serving her.
As she got dressed, Jade surprised me with a compliment, "Oh my god, you're good! Has no one ever told you that?" The praise about my oral skills left me speechless, I didn't quite no what to say, so just grinned. "Where did you learn to do that?" She added.
Modestly avoiding her question, I asked, just to be sure, "Is that the first time I made you cum?" Jade confirmed that it was. I dared to tell her, "I don't mean to be rude but you are hard work in that respect." Luckily, she agreed and confessed that this was, in fact, the first time anyone has ever made her cum with their tongue. What an honour.
Jade described this oral achievement as a "breakthrough," tell me "I'm hoping it will get easier , that was a breakthrough for me." I confessed that I had been a little disheartened when my previous attempts failed and boasted, "I've never failed with anyone else, I'm more used to giving multiple orgasms."
Raising her eyebrows, she said, "Multiples would take years to build up to." I grinned, "Years of worshipping your pussy? That's a pleasant thought, Miss J." She laughed and pulled her dress over her head.
As we walked downstairs towards the front door, I told Jade, "I seriously can't get enough of licking you. I find it so hard to obey you when you tell me to stop. It's like eating a donut without licking your lips." Jade smiled, "good analogy," as she opened the door and let herself out into the cold early evening air.
Still buzzing from the day's events, the emptiness of the flat seemed to echo loudly around me. A yearning to hear Jade's voice, or rather, read her words again, led me to pull out my phone. I sent her a message, "Thank you for letting me serve you again, Miss J. I missed being under your control so much. Did you enjoy your day?"
Her reply came shortly after, direct and to the point, "Yeah, I came so yes." This was followed by a thoughtful inquiry, "Question... Just out of pure curiosity. How do you prefer me to treat you? Do you prefer when I'm mean and rude, or kind, or just neutral and talking to you like you're not my slave?"
This made me pause. How did I prefer to be treated? "I understand that my role means you have the right to be rude," I began to type, "but I like it when you say "good slave" or "thank you slave" because it reminds me you own me. I guess there needs to be times when you speak to me like I'm not your slave because we need to know what's going on in each others lives. I think it's quite important that we can talk as equals too.... When you chose."
She agreed, "I think you need to be careful you don't speak out of term. It's fine if I bring something up, like now, or if you very politely asked permission to." I acknowledged her point; it was a fair one.
As we continued to message back and forth, we tried to pin down a day for our next encounter. Our diaries were busy and it would be a couple of weeks. This lead to the surprising admission that she wanted to spend more time with me, "After that week I stayed at yours, one day a week with you doesn't seem enough. I was in my element." I was taken aback. Did she really enjoy my service that much? "Did you really enjoy it that much Miss J?" I asked. Her affirmation only heightened my joy, "Yeah. I could live that for a while. I don't know how long, but I could definitely do it right now for a good while."
I quickly replied, "I'm glad I pleased you Miss J. I enjoyed it too, it was quite intense at times but your are beautiful and I love being near you and having the opportunity to serve you." Perhaps I should have put more thought into the message. Jade replied, "What was intense?"
I found it hard to explain, and told her, "I think just because I'm quite emotional and I was a bit unsure what the relationship was." I added, "Sometimes it was hard to tell why you were there, just sort of caused conflict in my head." Jade, wanting some clarity, asked "As in you confused yourself or I actually confused you?"
Trying to make some kind of sense, I told Jade, "Well, I obviously want to server you and please you, but I don't want to feel like you are just using me because you genuinely think I'm your inferior in all aspects of life." I was quick to add, "you don't make me feel like that, but I tent to overthink things. Obviously you should be using me to some extent, that's the way it should be."
I wasn't sure I had made any sense. My explanation felt conflicting and contradictory, but Jade replied, "Yeah, the using you thing is hard to defend because that's what I'm supposed to be doing for my pleasure." I agreed. Jade added, "I think it would be less intense if I was there all the time because there would be times when I would spend by myself, plus I'd be working and in and out socialising. So that week was an extreme scenario because I had nowhere at all to be and felt so shit I didn't wanna do anything."
I told Jade, "I'm glad I made the week easier for you. Knowing you are happy pleases me." I smiled as the next reply vibrated my phone, "Good slave." Not wanting to take advantage of the situation, I hesitated for a moment before typing, "Thank you Miss J. Please could I wank now?" After a tantalising delay, her permission arrived, "You know what....?" and then, "You waited, and have been a good slave, so go ahead." Her words were a gratifying reward, and with a sigh of relief, I thanked her again, "Thank you, Miss J."
