I was awakened early, around 8 AM. As it was a Monday, we both had work. Although last night was Jade's last stay at mine, she was returning to the flat this evening for dinner and to get her belongings before returning home later tonight. Not long after leaving the house, Jade messaged to tell me that she had forgotten her keys and would be back around 4 PM, so hoped I could be there to let her in. My acquiescing response "Yes, Miss J," was a familiar affirmation, a testament to my submission and understanding of my role.
Throughout the day, our interactions continued through sporadic text messages, as Jade laid out her plans for the evening. She said, "I'm going to have the veggie burger when I get in, like the one you made me for lunch the other day. Then have you rub my feet and have nap before I go." She added, "I cannot wait. I am so tired at work."
The anticipation of her arrival around 3:45 PM, I busied myself with preparing her desired dinner of warm, oven-baked lasagne with salad. By the time Jade got home, my housemate was back from his holiday, which was a little awkward, but just meant that Jade spent the evening in my bedroom.
We spent our time together in the room working on Jade's online CV site, all the while engaging in easy conversation that felt like a break from our normal Dom/sub roles, but as the night went on, I once again found myself deep under Miss J's control when she told me, "I was going to kick you but you might be too loud," clearly concerned that my housemate might hear my cries of pain. I promised her that I would do my best to be quiet if she wanted to use me in that way.
After some quiet consideration, Miss J made up her mind about our evening activities. She commanded me to get the wooden spatula that she must have smacked my testicles hundreds of time with since we first met. I was then instructed to stand beside the bed. Handing her the spatula, Miss J said "drop your pants." I obeyed, our roles magnified by the power of her commanding presence.
At first Miss J simply poked at my balls with the spatula, rubbed it over them and teased them. What ensued was a series of physical torments inflicted by Miss J, a litany of taps and slaps to my balls. Sometimes the spatula made contact with my sensitive balls with Jade's full force. Other times I was made to endure lots of little taps. All the while, I endeavoured to stay quiet. Then, shifting her attention to my hard cock, she started slapping the shaft with the spatula, the top, bottom, sides. Impacting my aching dick from base to tip.
Miss J then put down the spatula and grabbed my balls in one hand, she squeezed them hard, holding them in the palm of her hand as her fingers tightened more and more around my aching orbs. There was a brief second of relief when she released my balls, that was quickly broken when Miss J started violently poking my balls, before punching them. I double over in pain as the full force of her fist hit my nuts, but I impressed myself by remaining silent.
My balls were given a welcome respite when Miss J grabbed my hard cock with a firm grip. She twisted my shaft in her hand causing the skin to burn and stretch beneath her tight grip. A particularly painful moment came when, without loosening her grip on my dick, Miss J pushed her long fingernail into my pee hole. It was a very uncomfortable experience that had me squirming on the spot as I did all I could to stifle my screams. Luckily, Miss J didn't make me endure this torture for too long. Not because she had noticed my discomfort, but because she was worried I would make a sound. She snapped, "shut up," and slapped my cock hard, before delivering another swift punch to the balls.
Then, the scene changed as Miss J took on an almost sensual demeanour. She began to gently stroke my cock. I was surprised but didn't dare react, instead remaining in my stance beside the bed, making the most of this rewarding behaviour. As my breathing got fasted and my legs began to buckle beneath me, Miss J started punctuating her strokes with slaps to my balls, which only heightened he experience.
I was on the brink of orgasm now, each slap and bringing me closer as Miss J's hand pump my rigid cock, but Miss J had no intention of letting me cum. Without warning she removed her hand from my twitching shaft bringing an abrupt end to the pleasure. The torment of being brought to the brink of orgasm only to be denied again was exquisite, a testament to the control Miss J held over me. She sent me away, leaving me desperate on my makeshift bed on the floor.
Unable to contain my need, I pleaded for permission to climax, only to be met with vehement denial. In protest I collapsed like a sulking teenager on to the bed and let out a sulky whimper, which was quickly silenced by the sharp command to "shut up" from Miss J. In my desperation, I found myself grinding against the duvet, trying to alleviate the tension that had been so cruelly built and yet so abruptly denied.
In a surprising turn of events, after several agonising minutes, Miss J granted me permission to cum. She instructed me to get some tissue to avoid any mess. I did as I was told and furiously stroked my desperate cock. It didn't take long, the relief was immediate and intense, ending in a breathy but sincere thank you to my mistress.
The next day, the house felt significantly emptier, a sentiment I shared with Jade via text. She responded by pointing out the luxury of reclaiming my bed. I smiled and replied, "Yeah that's quite a luxury after a week." Jade then expressed her gratitude for my hospitality, "You really helped loads the past week allowing me a bed for so long." I assured her that having her around was something I genuinely enjoyed. I told her, "I'm glad you're comfortable enough to spend a week with me."
The exchange underlined a level of comfort and familiarity we'd developed over the week, something which in a "normal" relationship could be an indicator of how a relationship could potentially evolve in the future.
