After my first meeting with Jade, we lost touch. It was my fault, I sort of lost confidence and wasn't sure about seeing her again. When I got back in touch with her a month later, she was angry I'd deserted her, but willingly accepted me back.
She told me in a text message why she allowed me back, "it's only because you have a decent tolerance for pain, cleaned me after the toilet and seem like a nice person in your everyday life."
We quickly arranged to meet again that Friday, but part of my punishment for letting her down was that she wasn't going to shave her pussy for me. She said, "you don't deserve it smooth, does that bother you?"
I replied, "it's not important what I think, I am happy to worship your pussy whether it's shaved or not." This pleased Jade, who said, "correct answer. I might make you lick everywhere unshaven as punishment. I'm sure you'd much rather the taste of me fresh off the toilet, even though you don't even deserve to clean the piss off me."
Jade warned me "I don't want to hear 'stop' or 'no'." She added, "this time I won't be nice and give you time to recover, we're going to keep at it. You'll be cleaning my hairy pussy with throbbing balls. I can't wait to kick you in your side, in your back, bitch slap your face and then kick your balls."
For letting her down, Jade did return only if I agreed to follow six rules which she had laid out and sent to me via an email. She stipulated:
1. My cab fare home needs to be paid for.
2. My lunch and dessert must be prepped based on my wishes in advance
3. Every time you make me stop kicking your balls I will take longer to undress/sit on your face or I won't sit on your face at all.
With these new instructions in mind, finally the day arrived and I spent the morning preparing for Jade's visit. She'd demanded fresh sheets, the windows to be open and for some insense sticks to be burnt before her arrival. With everything ready for her, Jade messaged me to say that she was at Waterloo and that she expected me to be waiting outside the station for her soon. I made my way there, it was a short but uncomfortable walk. I was hiding something in my jeans. The day before, a chastity cage had arrived and Jade had told me to wear it when I met her.
The cold metal device was now clamped around my balls and constricting my cock. It was padlocked, the key left at home. As I walked, the cruel metal device would pinch my skin and tug on my balls.
One of the things Miss J enjoyed the most was her first task for me when we got back to mine. She made herself comfortable in my bedroom straight away and told me to write a sign on a piece of A4 paper that read "slave's corner." I was then instructed to tape this to the window ledge in one corner of the room.
With that task out of the way, Miss J sent me off to prepare the food she'd asked for. Her meal consisted of veggie sausages, fresh washed 'lasting leaf' salad baby spinach, with fat free Yeo Valley yogurt as a dressing. Followed by red grapes and a Caribbean mango for dessert. Miss J had told me it was "very important to understand" that I cannot get the mango from the supermarket. She said, "those are Brazilian, huge and bland. You'll need to go into the market, one of the Asian or black sellers and get the Caribbean mangos."
Once I'd brought her food and a glass of water upstairs, I was told to sit in the slave's corner while Miss J ate and watched some television on my laptop. I felt very happy sat there, just waiting until my owner needed me, although it was frustrating knowing she was so close but not being able to serve her. This just made me want her even more.
After her meal, Miss J told me to take my jeans off and called me over and ordered me to lie in front of her on my stomach, as she sat on the edge of the bed. I quickly did as I was told and as soon as I lay down, I felt Miss J's feet being placed down on my back. She used me as a foot stool for around five or ten minutes.
Miss J then lifted her feet and said, "I want a foot massage." I knelt in front of her and took one of her feet in my hands. I've never given anyone a foot rub before, but of course Miss J told me exactly how she wanted it and which areas to concentrate on.
At one point early on she felt I wasn't doing a good enough job and without warning I was slapped around the face, "push more firmly," Miss J ordered. I did as I was told and moved around her foot as instructed, giving each individual toe attention. Occasionally Miss J said, "look up," and she spat in my face. By the time she was satisfied, my face was wet and dripping with spit and stinging after receiving several more slaps.
But my hard work had paid off, it was time for a reward... of sorts. I was told to take my boxer shorts of and lie on the bed. I lay across the mattress with my head near one side, my cock was now fully exposed apart from the metal cage that constrained it and also bunched up my balls. Miss J climbed on to the bed and knelt beside my head, before swinging one leg over and straddling my face.
Miss J was still wearing her leggings, but she was so wet that I could feel the crotch soaking up her juices as she pushed the damp spot against my mouth and nose. Although there was fabric between us, it was an incredible place to be, especially when she was so wet. The smell was just intoxicating. I've never enjoyed the scent of a woman as much as Miss J, and right now, while lying underneath her, I was in heaven.
Of course this experience was bitter-sweet as I was still wearing the chastity device and my excitement meant that my hard cock was now straining at the metal cage. This caused it to tug on my balls, leaving me with a dull ache in the testicles.
The teasing and torment didn't last long. After a few minutes Miss J climbed off me to pick up the key from the bedside cabinet. She put it in the lock on my cage and turned it. It felt exciting to be unlocked by Miss J, for her to be freeing me. It made me feel like I was her's because my freedom was through her choice.
My cock could now stand hard and proud and the excitement continued as Miss J slipped a leather cock ring around my hard shaft and balls. The studded strap meant that my balls were held firmly in place with my ball sack pulled tight across them. This made what came next hurt a lot more.
Lying helplessly beside Miss J as she knelt over me, I was at her mercy and what came next reminded me how cruel my mistress can be. Without warning Miss J balled her fist and slammed it into my constrained balls. The pain was immense and my hands instinctively went to cover my groin, but were instantly slapped away by Miss J who ordered, "put your hands behind your head."
The punch was followed by several hard smacks to the balls, it was hard to keep count through the pain, maybe four or five. Miss J then changed her approach, instead of slapping my balls, she began to gently tap them. She continued to tap, getting faster and faster. With each relentless touch the pain grew, building on the previous impact. Although she was only tapping me lightly, it became unbearable, I started to squirm and writhe in pain. My uncontrollable twisting became so violent that Miss J finally showed mercy and stopped her persistent attack.
Before I knew it, the hot wet crotch of Miss J's leggings was on my face again as she ground her pussy against my nose. I did all I could to breathe in the scent and make the most of my time underneath her, worshipping her pussy with every breath.
Miss J climbed off me briefly, just to take her leggings off. She said, "keep your mouth shut" as she straddled me again wearing a grey thong. I was frustratingly close to her delicious pussy, but just out of reach. I was desperate to taste her. Feeling the heat from her wet pussy through the thin panties was torturous.
Miss J then said "lick my thong," I instantly did as I was told and started lapping at her pussy through the fabric, the subtle taste of her aroused cunt soaking into the fabric was a huge tease. I focussed on trying to make the experience pleasurable for her by trying to feel out her clit through the fabric and pressing firmly with my tongue. I also hoped that by exciting her more she would want to feel my tongue against her.
For a moment it seemed I'd got my wish, Miss J climbed off me and pulled down her panties, but as she climbed back on to my face she said "close your mouth." I watched as her beautiful pussy was lowered on to my face and noticed that as she'd warned, she was unshaven this time. There was minimal growth, but not enough to obscure the view of her perfectly formed, wet, slit.
I felt her wet pussy make direct contact with my lips, I could feel her wetness across my face. As she lowered herself further down my nose was pressed into the soft folds of her pussy. All she said was "sniff me," before she placed her hands on the back of my head and began grinding her pussy over my face. At times she pressed herself hard against me, pulling my face into her with her hands. She covered my face with her juices. All the while I was breathing in hard trying to capture every wisp of her scent. I held my mouth tightly closed as ordered, it required some forced to keep it closed while my face was pushed, stretched and contorted by the pussy grinding vigorously across it. It was the most torturous experience yet, I was almost fully engulfed by her pussy, the smell of my mistress filled my head, but I wasn't allowed what I craved the most, to taste her.
"Licked me," Miss J finally ordered and my tongue immediately sprung to action. I pushed my tongue against her pussy that was still pressing hard against my face and got the first rush as Miss J's unique and exciting flavour filled my mouth. My tongue found its way easily past Miss J's wet and slippery lips. I began to lap up her juices, getting my tongue thick with her wetness, before pulling my tongue back into my mouth to fully appreciate her flavour. I did this time and time again while she pushed and grind her clit against my nose.
Without warning, Miss J climbed off me and said, "get on the floor." She got on all-fours on the edge of the bed. She then gave her next order, which was simply, "lick me."
With Miss J in this position, it meant that when I was kneeling at the side of the bed my face was level with her incredible, round ass. It was an unforgettable and exciting view. Miss J arched her back, which had the effect of pushing her pussy in my direction through her open legs. This made her wishes clear and I wasted no time, I buried my face in between her ample ass cheeks and pushed my tongue forward to penetrate her wet pussy, and continued to explore every fold of her wet cunt and lap up her juices.
After a while Miss J ordered, "stop." She reached behind her over her back and put her hands on the side of my head. She then said, "stick your tongue out... further... as far as you can." Next she ordered, "curl your tongue, roll it." She effectively turned my tongue into a little scoop.
She then said, "stay like that, don't move your head," and carefully pulled my head towards her ass and waiting pussy. She used her hands to carefully guide my tongue inside her pussy with the intention of collecting as much of her juices as she could with my tongue. With her hands tightly gripping my head still, she pulled me away and ordered, "swallow." I retracted my tongue and drunk down her juices, which were thick on my tongue.
Miss J repeated this fluid collection a few more times, making me swallow down everything I had collected each time.
I was then ordered to lie on the bed, and Miss J ripped off my cock ring with little consideration for my cock and balls that had been tightly bunched up inside. But the short sharp pain of the clasp being unfastened was nothing compared to what came next. Miss J's clenched fist once again smacked into my vulnerable balls.
The pain wasn't as intense as when she'd punched me earlier while I was wearing the cock ring and I was able to control myself better this time. I was thankful for this, but it still hurt a lot. With just a few seconds to recover, Miss J punched me in the balls again... and again. Each punch built on the pain from the previous one and I started to fidget and tried to instinctively protect myself with my hands. "Move your hands," she sternly ordered, I obeyed. She added, "it'll only make it... worse" timing her hardest punch yet to coincide with the final word of her sentence.
I think this final punch satisfied her and she relented, but while she left me to recover for a few seconds she'd gone to get a tape measure and moments later was kneeling beside me holding the cold ruler against my hard cock. She looked at the markings and said "only four inches, that is quite pathetic." As punishment for my short comings she slapped my cock.
"Close your eyes," she said. I did as I was told and heard her fumbling with something. She had obviously picked up something else. It seemed like an eternity of anticipation as Miss J readied her next punishment, then all of sudden I felt the familiar sting of hot wax dripping on to my exposed balls.
Miss J had enjoyed burning my dick and balls with hot wax on our first meeting, but this time she seemed intent to focus this torturous burning on my balls. The drips came fast and regularly, stinging as each boiling hot drop landed on a different part of exposed skin. Slowly and painfully, Miss J covered my whole ball sack in hot black wax, which was beginning to harden and tighten on my balls.
Once satisfied that my balls were fully covered, I heard Miss J blow out the candle, and move back on the bed, presumably to admire her handy work. She waited a few moments to let the wax dry. My balls were now wrapped in a hard black shell, but the next task for Miss J was to remove the wax.
First came a hard punch in the balls, causing the hardened wax to crack down the middle. The pain was unexpected and intense and without thinking I opened my eyes just in time to see Miss J's open-palmed hand swing down and smack my balls at full force.
After several more slaps, Miss J was left picking the final pieces of wax off of my stinging balls. I couldn't see the damage my mistress had done from this angle, but I'm sure my sack must have been shrivelled and red.
Miss J then ordered me to get on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed, a pose mirroring the position she'd earlier been in when I'd licked her pussy from behind, but my experience on all-fours would be far less comfortable. First came Miss J's fist pounding my hanging balls from behind.
Next, Miss J told me to lift my ass, which I did to the best of my abilities and then I felt something cold. It was pushing against my ass hole. I knew what was happening. Miss J had asked me to shave my ass to the best of my ability before our meeting. She'd also asked me to buy a carrot. Miss J was about to take my anal virginity... with a vegetable.
I was nervous. I'd never had anything larger than a finger in my ass before and Miss J was never one for taking things slowly. Before I knew it, Miss J had pushed the carrot inside of me, but I was tense and kept inadvertently forcing it back out, which of course made Miss J angry. My mistress tried a few more times, on several occasions she was able to get a few deep strokes in before I squeezed it back out of my behind. Miss J eventually gave up. She later told me how much she'd enjoyed fucking me in the ass with the carrot, but said, "I was really annoyed you couldn't take the carrot. I don't think it was big at all." Clearly there would be more of this in the future.
After this Miss J took up her pose on all-fours again and once again had me lick her from behind. I once again pushed my face between her ass cheeks to enable me to stretch my tongue as far inside of her as she could. This seemed to be what Miss J wanted, as she ordered, "stick your tongue out as far as you can." I tried to push myself as deep in to her hot wet slit as I could and lapped at her wet hole.
After a while Miss J said, "kiss my ass hole." I pushed my face deeper between her cheeks and kissed. She snapped, "properly! Spread my cheeks." I did as I was told, I was eye level with her ass hole as I went in and kissed it several times.
"Lick it," Miss J ordered and I began to circle it with my tongue, just gently teasing her ass hole, but she soon tired of gentle and said "stick your tongue out." She once again reached behind her and grabbed my head and forced my face into her ass, my tongue forced to penetrate her ass hole. She moved my head back and forth causing me to fuck her ass hole with my tongue. Of course my soft tongue didn't push too deeply inside, but the tip was pushed time and time again inside the tight hole.
I was made to alternate between licking and worshipping Miss J's ass and pussy for what felt like a long time. Of course I had no way of telling the time when I was so deeply immersed in serving Miss J and I dared not ask, but it felt like it could have been as long as an hour of licking her holes.
Miss J eventually climbed off the bed and said, "sit against the wall." I did as I was told and sat on the floor and leant back against the wall. Towering over me, Miss J then said, "spread your legs." She looked down at my hard penis sticking out between my legs and added, "lift your cock up."
I knew what was coming and I felt helpless. Sat trapped against the wall like this, with Miss J standing over me. My legs were spread and my balls were fully exposed, there was little I could do to protect myself. Seconds later Miss J's foot slammed into my balls. It was swift, firm and packed with force, the pain was intense but I did my best to take it for my mistress. Luckily Miss J only inflicted two more hard kicks on me, but had me stay in this position.
Sat against the wall like this had the added benefit of my head being level with Miss J's ass. She turned around and pushed her ass against my face. She wriggled and shook her butt on my head, working my face between her ass cheeks. Once I was buried inside of her ass, she twerked and shook her ass, pushing me around between her cheeks, sometimes quite violently as the force behind her curvy ass smashed against my cheek and banged the back of my head against the wall.
I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this. To have my face deep in Miss J's ass, with the smell of her ass filling my head, the sweet smell of her wet pussy teasing me too, and being used and abused for her amusement by her finest asset, her cute ass, that was throwing my face around.
When the unforgettable experience came to an end, Miss J had me lie on the bed face down. Miss J grabbed a flogger, a cat o' nine tails type, and once again proved that she wasn't one for taking things slowly. Although this was the first time Miss J had used a flogger, she was relentless and laid in to me. The leather strands of the whip stung my ass as she lashed me at full pelt time and time again. Her aim wasn't great and at times the flogger caught the small of my back, which stung even more intensely. I wriggled and squirmed as she lay in to me with the cat again and again and again. I was relieved when she eventually stopped and told me to get up.
Miss J took my place on the bed and lay down on her back with her legs open. The invite came, "lick me." I crawled between her legs and began to gently lick her slit. I was teasing her a little, enjoying the easy access to her pussy and soaking up the scent. After a little while she said, "kiss me, all over." So I began to kiss every part of her pussy mound until she ordered, "suck the hair." I did as I was told, but there wasn't a huge amount of growth, but enough for her to humiliate me with by making me suck her wet and prickly pubic hair between my lips. Once satisfied that I'd been humiliated enough, she said "lick" and I resumed my licking.
I concentrated on her clit, pushing firmly with my tongue and lapping it up and down. She began to writhe a little and grind against my face. Her breathing became short and fast, and it sounded like she was close to climax, but each time her breathing and moans peaked, it died down again. I tried for about 20 minutes, but eventually Miss J snapped, "get off me."
I sunk down on my knees at the foot of the bed. I was disappointed that I had failed to make her cum for a second time, I normally pride myself in being good with my tongue and my oral skills had never failed me before I met Miss J.
Miss J got up and stepped over me, as she passed behind me she picked up her glass of water and poured it over my head. I didn't see it coming, it was cold and took my breath away. I didn't complain or say anything, but my shock and discomfort was visible to Miss J.
With no time to recover, I wiped the water from my face with the back of my hand as Miss J ordered, "follow me. Crawl." So, on my hands and knees I tailed her as she left my bedroom and made her way to the bathroom. At the bathroom door she said, "wait there," and went inside. She swung the door closed, leaving it a jar. I heard her sit on the loo and pee, my cock twitched with excitement.
Once the stream of piss had fallen silent Miss J said, "come in, crawl, and lick me." I did exactly as I was told. Like during our first meet, Miss J put one foot up on the toilet seat to give me access to her tangy, salty, dripping pussy. It was just as exciting as it had been the first time.
Miss J said, "you can wank now," so I wasted no time and began to stroke my hard cock while licking and sucking up Miss J's pissy crotch. It didn't take long for me to cum, I shot my load over the bathroom floor. Miss J pushed my head away as I orgasmed, but she wasn't finished with me yet. "Lick it up," she ordered.
I got on my hands and knees and lowered my face to the tiled floor. I began to lap up my hot, fresh semen, a taste I didn't enjoy at all. It was quite hard to scoop the gloopy substance up with my tongue, but after a a minute or so of trying Miss J said, "lie down, don't move." So I lead in my own mess on the bathroom floor. Miss J stepped over me and returned to the bedroom to get dressed.
She left me lying in my own cum with her piss smeared all over my face for about 20 minutes until I was eventually called back into the bedroom and sent to my corner. As she was getting ready to leave, Miss J asked if I enjoyed serving her. I of course said yes, and added "I thought you were tough this time Miss J but I really enjoyed it."
I'd found being fucked in the ass with the carrot especially hard, the whipping was hard to take, and having to lick my own semen up off of the floor was also challenging, but I want to do everything Miss J had ask of me.
She made an approving sound. I said, "I tried my hardest to take everything this time, was I good enough?" Miss J replied, "you was ok." I said, "thank you Miss J, I will try harder."
I asked, "did you enjoy pouring the water on me, Miss J?" She laughed, "yes, that was funny you wasn't expecting it. I didn't know I was gonna do it until after I had." I like that Miss J has an unpredictable and almost spiteful side to her personality.
I wasn't allowed to move until I heard Miss J leave the front door. She didn't say goodbye, but after are brief post-session analysis, Jade left. I listened for the slamming door before leaving my corner. The next day I messaged Jade saying, "the ache in my balls the day after I see you is such a nice reminder of the power you have over me." She simply replied, "good to hear, Slave."
