Two days ago, I'd messaged Jade asking, "please can I serve you on Tuesday, Miss J?" I got the single-line reply, "I'm out let me think about it." Then the next morning, yesterday morning, I got a response, which simply read, "you can get here at 1pm tomorrow to help me clean the house. I'll tell you tomorrow morning what I want for lunch and dinner."
Jade had been true to her word. Here I was once again in an unfamiliar part of London carrying the bag of shopping that represented what Jade had called today's "small request." The shop did just consist of a pepperoni pizza and some red grapes. The only stipulation was that the pizza had to be fresh, not frozen.
Jade had sent the instructions through early this morning and finished her string of messages by saying, "I'm going back to sleep now, so hopefully there is no problem with that request. See you at 1."
I'd carefully timed my walk along the road so I'd arrived as close to the exact time as possible. I rang the doorbell but there was no answer, so I messaged. While I was waiting for a reply, Jade's neighbour appeared at her front door asking if I needed any help. I said, "oh, it's OK, I'm just here to see Jade." Perhaps I looked suspicious loitering when the old lady knew Jade's parents were away.
Jade eventually replied, she wasn't ready for me and told me to walk around the block and then come back and ring the door again. I did as I was told and circled around the unfamiliar neighbourhood before approaching Jade's door again. This time she opened it and let me in.
The first thing I noticed was her nails. The Olympic games were in full swing and Jade's nail were painted in the colours of the Jamaican flag. They were eye catching, but all I could think was how I want those cute, little hands to be balled up into a fist and slamming into my balls.
Like my last visit, Jade had planned some chores for me. It did feel like quite an odd thing to do, go around to someone's house and clean it. But I honestly found it quite exciting to be at the service of a strong and controlling woman. Plus I knew that once I'd put her clothes in the washing machine, hoovered and cleaned bathroom, Jade would want to use me and have her way with me.
The work actually went quite quickly and soon I found myself performing the last task on the list, serving Jade's lunch, the pizza I'd picked up on the way to her's. Jade was watching television in the living room when I took the pizza into her. She told me to go and wait in the lounge at the back on the house while she was eating. I did as I was told.
After a while, Jade came into the room and made herself comfortable on the sofa. She called me over and started by making me give her a foot rub, focussing on those petite ballbusting feet.
It wasn't long before I received a reminder of the pain those little feet could cause. "Stand up," Miss J ordered. She told me to undress and watched as I took my jeans and underwear off. She then commanded, "spread your legs." Then without warning or hesitation, her foot slammed into my balls. I managed to take three kicked between the legs before I fell to the floor.
"Get up," Miss J demanded and quickly got back on my feet, where I was instantly made to take several more hard kicks to the balls. I tried my best to take this punishment, but each blow made my legs weaker and my knees buckle.
I whimpered and whined as Miss J continued to kick me. Frustrated, she shouted, "shut the fuck up and take it." Then came Miss J's final powerful punt, her strong leg crushing my sensitive orbs against my body.
I once again fell to the carpeted floor, but Miss J's onslaught was far from over. Miss J seemed a little frustrated that I wasn't able to take as many of her kicks as she hoped. Each time I collapsed in a heap on the floor ruined her enjoyment of hurting my testicles.
She wasn't ready to give my balls a break yet, so ordered me to get on all fours. I couldn't fall to my knees if I was already on them. With my elbows on the carpet and my legs spread slightly, Miss J's foot slammed against my hanging balls as she dealt her next brutal blow.
Miss J was right. I was more stable on my knees and she capitalised on this by relentlessly slamming her dainty foot into my presented balls. She dished out kick after kick, not giving me the chance to fall or recover between each impact.
Eventually it got too much and as Miss J slammed her foot into my balls one final time, my rear leaped up in time with her foot like a bucking bull. I twisted in the air and landed curled up on my side protecting my balls from Miss J's cruel kicks.
"Get up," Miss J order, but I really was done. I told my mistress, "I can't. I'm sorry." She merely huffed, an unmistakable sign that she was unimpressed. Miss J relented and held off my aching balls, but her next evil move was to take my ass. She'd fucked me in the ass before, last time with a strap-on, but she hadn't got on too well with it. So this time she removed the dildo from the straps, and with me back on all-fours, she drove it in to my ass.
Having smeared the dildo with lube, she was able to easily slide it in and out of me. She was able to pound me with much more force when using the dildo with her hand. I was relieved when she stopped and pulled the rubber cock from my ass. But Miss J wasn't done with me. She ordered, "lie on your back," I did as instructed and she added, "lift your legs up." I grabbed my ankles with each hand and pulled my feet back over my head.
Miss J wasted no time in pushing the dildo back inside my exposed ass. She began to roughly fuck me again, slamming the cock into my ass with her clenched fist. As if this weren't enough, now I was led on my back, Miss J had full access to my balls. As she pounded my ass, she threw in the occasional slap to my vulnerable balls.
Perhaps her arm was aching, or perhaps being fucked in the ass while having my balls slapped wasn't humiliating enough. Whatever the reason, Miss J told me she wanted me to sit on the dildo. She instructed me to kneel on the floor and hold the dildo on the floor between my legs. I did as I was told and lowered myself onto the cold cock. I could feel the rubber shaft pushing deep inside of me as my ass made contact with the carpet below.
"Bounce on it," Miss J ordered. I did as I was told, fucking myself with the dildo for her amusement as she watched on. This went on for a few minutes and was almost like a workout.
Once she was satisfied, Miss J said, "okay, stop. Stay there." And she left the room. After the exertion of bouncing on fake dick, Miss J had taken it upon herself to fetch me a drink. It was a very hot day and I hadn't had a drink since arriving at Miss J's house.
She returned to the room with a bowl of water and told me to lick it up. I did, like her pet, lap up the cold water from the bowl that she'd placed on the floor in front of me. Not only was the drinking welcome, but it was needed as Miss J was about to put my mouth to work and now it was fully lubricated and ready.
Miss J pulled her pyjama bottoms down and sat back on the sofa. She said, "crawl over, don't touch me." I crawled across the carpet and knelt between her legs, excitedly waiting for my reward, the chance to taste my beautiful owner's sweet pussy.
"Smell it," she said and I moved my face closer to her glistening slit. I inhaled, sampling her unique and intoxicating scent, but didn't get a chance to savour it. Unexpectedly, Miss J wrapped her hands around the back of my head and pushed my face into her. It was such a treat to feel her hot smooth pussy against my face. I could feel her wet folds against my lips.
She then instructed me to, "lick it." I went to work massaging her clit with my tongue, intermittently pushing my tongue inside of her as much as I could get away with. I was desperate to taste her, but didn't want her to notice I was neglecting her clit.
As her pussy got wetter, I gently sucked her swollen clit between my lips and teased it with my tongue, while enjoying her enticing flavour. Suddenly, with a finger on my forehead, she pushed my face away.
It was then her turn to left her legs up, shuffling herself to the edge of the sofa. She told me to lick her ass. In this position her pretty little asshole was exposed and easily accessible, making it easy for my tongue to dart in and circle her hole.
I spent several minutes worshipping her ass, before Miss J had me return my attention to her pussy. As I started licking her again, she pulled out a vibrator from somewhere and pushed it against the smooth mound above her clit.
I continued to lick her as she gently moved the buzzing gadget over her aching pussy. She began to writhe and squirm as her breathing became heavy, and after a few more minutes, Miss J leapt back and pushed me away with her feet.
Depressingly, Miss J didn't reach orgasm again, despite sounding like she was very close. It seems she'd decided I wasn't going to get to cum either. I'd had a raging hard on since the moment Miss J had told me to undress for her, but there was to be no relief.
Miss J told me to get dressed and leave, adding "I don't need to hear from you again, just let yourself out." She then left the room and returned to the living room, closing the door behind her. I got dressed and quietly left, closing the door behind me.
I spent the train journey home reliving the events of the last few hours. I grabbed my phone and messaged Jade, telling here, "thank you so much for letting me worship your body today. I'm sorry for saying no to you, I didn't think my balls could take anymore, I hope you're not mad." It was a bit cheeky, but I added, "you tasted and smelt incredible today, I couldn't get enough of you."
By the time I got home, I realised what a beating I'd taken from Miss J today. I was aching, I couldn't tell which parts of me or why. Were my balls from the relentless beating or the fact I'd been teased by my mistress' sweet pussy and not allowed to cum. I couldn't tell where the ache in my balls ended and my aching thighs started, caused by bouncing on the dildo at Miss J's request.
As I collapsed on my bed, I messaged Jade again, asking, "please can I wank, Miss J?" I got an abrupt, "yes" as a response. I replied, "thank you Miss J, I will of course be thinking of you."
But I wasn't thinking about her for long, I was so excited by the day's events that I didn't last much longer than a minute. I was still hard, horny and unsatisfied, but I wasn't allowed to masturbate without permission, so I messaged again. I wrote, "I must have been desperate, I didn't last long. Please can I wank again? I've had an exciting day and cumming so quickly wasn't very satisfying."
Jade had no sympathy for my predicament and simply replied, "just wait."
