When Curiosity Fills

As if putting down a baby, I used my lips to gently rest her cock on her stomach. My gaze fell upon the pools of cum cooling on her tan skin. I tried to assure myself that I was only doing what I had to do to get through this awful entrapment, but I couldn't help but notice the raging hardness between my legs. I licked the first few drops leading up to the largest collection. It was different than before, not quite as salty. I was almost enthusiastic as I pressed my chin and lower lip against her soft skin, letting the mixed fluid drain quickly into my mouth. I rolled it against my tongue before letting it slide down my throat. I used my tongue to thoroughly clean the area before moving on to the next collection. As I neared the last pool of cum, my knee slipped a little, forcing my chin down on to her stomach unexpectedly. I watched in horror as a small drop of semen slid down her side toward the bed. I moved as quickly as I could to stop it, but I was too late. I held my breath, waiting for the repercussions, but none came. Grateful to have escaped her wrath, I worked hard to clean every last drop.

When her stomach was clean, I knelt before her once again. Without moving, she said "It is time to change your plug. . . kneel in place."

I stood and walked to the bathroom, ever conscious of the strong scent of sex and cum swirling in my nostrils. When I reached the counter beneath the large wooden box, I knelt and pressed my head to the floor. A few seconds later, I saw her heeled feet walk around behind me. Then, without warning she pressed her foot firmly on my neck, her heel digging sharply into my skin. I felt a sharp pull on the metal plug as she yanked it out of me. Then, almost instantaneously I felt the cold metal of a new plug pushing firmly into my throbbing hole.

"Never . . . spill . . . a drop" she said as she pushed the plug violently into me. I gasped loudly. My ass burned and my muscles convulsed as they tried to make room for this large intrusion. She slapped me hard on the ass, unlocked and pulled the chain out of my bindings and said, "My next appointment is not until 7:00. Draw me a bath."

I went to the large tub, turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and poured in some of the Milk bath foam that sat on the edge. I knelt beside the tub, my ass still throbbing with pain.

As the water reached the top, she came out of the closet completely nude. I couldn't help but gaze adoringly at her. She placed her hand on my head as she stepped into the tub. I spent the next half hour washing and massaging her. I was in heaven.

After drying her off and waiting patiently on my knees while she freshened her makeup, I followed her into the closet. There, I helped her into a tight red rubber skirt, a red rubber top, and an incredible pair of tall black leather boots. She stepped back, admired herself in the mirror, grabbed the ball gag, a set of restraints and a red rubber mask off of a shelf and said, "It is almost time. Follow me." On her way out of the bathroom, she grabbed my chain off of the counter.

She led me into the bedroom where she instructed me to knees a about two feet from the wall. I did as I was told and she bound my arms and legs behind me. This time tighter than normal. She took the ball gag, pulled my head back and placed it firmly into my mouth. She fastened it behind my head and walked out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, at exactly 7:00, I heard the doorbell ring. The door opened and shut and then there was silence. A few minutes passed before my Mistress walked in leading a completely nude, well built, man in his mid thirties. My heart stopped in my chest as I realized that I was out in the open.

My fears were subdued as I realized that the man had the red rubber mask over his face and that the mask was without eye holes. It had a small opening for the mouth and two small nose holes. My Mistress led the man over toward me and pressed his back against the wall in front of me. I watched as she took each of his arms and stretched them over his head, latching them to a beautiful rod iron candelabra which I previously thought had only a decorative purpose. As she bound him, he was moved slightly to the side so that he was directly in front of me. My face only a few inches from his eight inch semi erect cock. She then bound his legs tightly together. He was stretched so that he was forced to stand on the balls of his feet. The man had an incredible body, lean and muscular, about 6'2" tall and, as I stared, I noticed that he was completely hairless.

Without a word, my Mistress walked to the nearby dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a black leather horsewhip. She walked back the man and began whipping him . . . hard. I was amazed at the ferocity with which she lashed his skin. . . whipping him on every part of his body except his now completely engorged cock. After a few minutes of torture, she stopped. She lay the whip on the ground and began caressing him lovingly. Kissing his many red welts. Finally, she stood to the side of him opposite me and bent sexily at the waist. With one hand on his masked face and the other cupping his bare balls, she took him in her mouth. I was entranced as I watched her slowly move her red lips down his shaft until almost his entire length was in her mouth. An inch at a time, she worked her way back up his cock, sucking fiercely, until the tip of his head lay on her lips. She relaxed her mouth allowing warm clear saliva to coat her lips and run down his length. Again, she slowly worked her way down his shaft. This time, when she neared the base, she paused, adjusted her head and throat and then lowered herself, taking him into her throat. She paused in that position and began swallowing, her throat muscles massaging the head of his cock. A deep moan came from inside the mask. After about twenty seconds, she again began working her way up his shaft. I was amazed at how slow she went. . . how incredibly sensual the whole thing looked.

I was so close I could smell the sex and feel the tension as the man flexed his muscles and arched his hips as much as he could toward her mouth. But she never increased her pace. Slow, deep movements. He, and I, were going absolutely mad. Then I saw that very distinct change in his body posture. . . his breathing stopped. . . he was about to cum. He moaned deeply. My mistress opened her eyes and stared at me. I was frozen. She never blinked as the cock in her mouth erupted over and over again. I could see it pulsing violently, filling her with stream after stream of thick hot cum. My mouth watered. I couldn't believe it, but I wanted to be where she was. I wanted to have that beautiful cock gushing into my mouth. I needed it. I looked at her pleadingly.

His orgasm began to wain. The pulsing became more sporadic. Then it stopped. My Mistress slowly, carefully, began working her way back up to the head of his cock. Once there, she stopped to suck gently then let it fall out of her mouth. It almost hit me in the chin. I never took my eyes away from my Mistress and she never took hers from me. She reached behind my head, unfastened the gag, and pulled it out of my mouth. What she did next seemed only natural at the time. . . she kissed me. As our lips met and parted, my mouth was flooded with cum. Her tongue followed behind and met mine. For several seconds, our tongues slowly caressed each other, moving through a sea of thick, warm fluid. I swallowed, the cum coating of my throat. As I inhaled, the strong deeply the intoxicating aroma of pure pleasure filled my nostrils. .

She pulled away and moved so that her head was just above his now softening cock. She looked me in the eyes and then looked directly at a large glistening pearl of cum oozing its way out of him. I knew what I had to do and I didn't hesitate. I leaned forward, my mouth open with my tongue outstretched. Gently, I lay my tongue beneath the drop and pressed my top lip against his still engorged head and gently sucked. He twitched slightly, then moaned softly. My Mistress grabbed my head and pulled it away. I swallowed what remained in my mouth as I watched her unfasten the man and escort him out of the room. I bowed my head and closed my eyes, I could not believe what I had just done. Worse, I couldn't believe how much I had enjoyed it.

When she came back into the room she said, as if nothing had ever happened, "my last appointment is at 10:00, we don't have much time to prepare you."

Prepare me. . . what exactly was she talking about. I was still a little dizzy from what had just happened. Maybe I heard her wrong. She unfastened my restraints and instructed me to draw another bath. I did as I was told.

As I was drawing the bath, she walked up behind me and threw a few bath beads into the tub. She removed my wrist and ankle restraints and said, "get into the tub. I want you on all fours with your head facing the back. I was a little shocked to know that I was going into the tub, but I complied obediently. The water felt wonderful.

"Back on your heels. . . you must soak your entire body." She stood up and left the room.

Ten minutes later, I heard the snap of rubber. I looked back to see that she was walking in and putting on rubber gloves. When she reached the tub, she sat at the edge. I felt her fingers wrap around the large metal plug. In one smooth, slow, movement she pulled it out. Warm water came rushing in followed by the surprising feeling of two of her long fingers. With one hand on my back, she began massaging my prostate. I could feel water flowing inside me. After a few seconds, she pulled her fingers out.

"Stand up," she said as she picked up a sponge and poured the Sugar bath oil. She began scrubbing my entire body. It was incredible.

"Turn around"

I did and she scrubbed my back. When I was sufficiently oiled, she instructed me to kneel again. As I did, I glanced a razor in her hand. I would like to say that I was scared, but at this point I trusted her completely.

She drained half of the water out of the tub and said, "lift your ass out of the water and spread your cheeks."

"Yes Mistress"

I felt her poor more oil into the crack of my ass. With her gloved hand, she rubbed the oil all over the crack of my ass and down to the base of my balls. Then it began. She was shaving me. With slow, methodical strokes, she removed every hair from my ass down to my balls. I felt the blood surging in my cock. She gripped my balls, spreading out the skin. "Don't move" she instructed as she shaved them clean. She pressed my back down so that my butt entered the water once again. Using her hand, she rinsed me. Her rubber gloves against my now smooth skin was a new and erotic sensation. I could faintly feel an orgasm building. Possibly sensing it, she instructed me to stand up and towel off and meet her in the closet.

"Yes Mistress"

Once dry, I walked into the closet. She was standing at a lingerie dresser and turned to see me enter. "Put those on, but don't pull them all the way up" she said and pointed to what looked like red rubber briefs laying on the bench in the center of the closet.

I walked to the bench, grabbed the rubber shorts and held them up. Two things were immediately clear. First, these were way too small for me and second, they had a slit cut out of the back. I was puzzled, but knew I had no choice but to try and put them on. I unzipped the small zipper that ran partway down the back and slid the pants up to my knees. The cool rubber felt good but the shorts were incredibly tight. I tried my best to stretch them over my thighs. She walked up behind me with a thin silk strap about two feet long and about five inches wide. The strap had a series of eyes and hooks on each end, the kind you would find on a bra. She took the strap and wrapped it around my hip area. Before fastening it, she reached around and lifted my now soft penis. Using the strap, she pinned it in place. Over the next minute or so, she worked the hooks in the back, making the strap tighter and tighter. My cock was covered and was pressed tight, and almost completely flat, against my stomach.

She moved around to the front of me. "Pull the bottoms up."

"Yes Mistress," I said as I began to slowly inch the tight bottoms up. When I reached the base of my balls, she cupped them with one hand.

"Keep going" she said as she began massaging my balls. As the rubber began moving tightly over her hand, she quickly maneuvered each testicle up into my abdomen then pulled my scrotum up tight, holding them in place.

I was shocked, holding my breath in anticipation of pain that never came.

"All the way up" she demanded. I complied

When the shorts were all the way up, I was shocked at how tight they were. I was also a little shocked at how great the rubber felt against my skin. She walked around behind me again and began pulling firmly on the pants from behind, slowly working the small zipper up. When she finished, the pants were even tighter than before.

Next, she brought out a red silk corset with eyes and hooks in the front and lacing in the back.

"Grab the bar above your head."

I looked up and, to my surprise, there was a bar connected to the ceiling. Standing on my toes, I was barely able to grab it with one hand. Lifting myself almost completely off the floor, I grabbed on with the other hand. As I hung there, she wrapped the corset around my waist, and began lacing it up. It was incredibly tight. I could barely breathe, yet she kept pulling tighter and tighter. Just when I thought she was finished, she instructed "exhale completely and hold it." As I exhaled, she began pulling the laces with incredible force, pulling me off of my feet. When all the air was out of my lungs, she gave one last pull and said, "that should do it, you can breath now." I inhaled quickly only to find out that I could barely inhale at all. All I could do was take short shallow breaths.

"Keep breathing, your body will adjust. You may release the bar now."

When I let myself down, I was shocked at how tightly packed the entire lower half of my torso was. There was no mirror, but just looking down, I could not believe what I saw. I had an incredibly tiny waist, and absolutely no sign of a penis. Yet still, I never suspected what was to come of all of this.

My Mistress then walked over to a row of cat-suits hung in one corner of the closet and pulled out a shiny red latex one. She walked over to me, held it up and said, "put it on."

The suit had a zipper up the front and was incredibly tight. It also had a small slit in the rear, this one with black trim. I diligently worked it up my legs, over the latex briefs, over the tight corset, maneuvered my arms into the sleeves and was zipping up the front when I noticed that the suit appeared to be a woman's suit. I could tell it was a woman's because there were small outcroppings for breasts. It looked a little odd on me, however, like two empty pockets on what was otherwise a very tightly fitted outfit.

My Mistress walked around in front of me and stopped me from zipping the suit completely. "Hands to your side" she demanded and I complied, still breathing rather shallowly.

Like an artist, she spent the next few minutes carefully placing two rather large silicone molds into the suit, and then sticking them with adhesive to my chest. Then she zipped me up. Next, she fitted me with matching rubber gloves and socks.

The suit covered me completely from my toes all the way to my neck. It felt so incredible on my skin that I hadn't stop to ask myself why I was dressing in a woman's catsuit. When she brought out the matching red rubber hood, I began to suspect that I was in trouble.

The hood was very similar to the one the man wore just an hour before, except this one was red with small cat ears on the top, black rubber cat eyes but no eye holes, and black trim around the mouth hole. Most importantly, it had a ponytail of red hair protruding out the back. Hair that looked remarkably similar to that of my Mistress. She placed the hood over my head worked it methodically into place. It was pitch black.

Soon, I felt her hands again, this time around my wrist.

"Come" she said and she led me back into the bathroom.

"Those lips are not going to do, we need to make them a little more puffy." There was a short pause. "I know just the trick. Drop to your knees."

I knelt. Within a few seconds, I felt the head of her cock at my lips and I instinctively opened. It was still semi soft, but it was growing by the second. Inside my mask, I closed my eyes. Her taste was exhilarating. All I could do was picture that beautiful face, that incredible body, and the object of my desire, that gorgeous cock with small droplets of pre-cum beading at the tip. I used my tongue to guide her deep into my throat. After several slow thrusts, each one deeper into my throat, I felt the skin of her stomach it my top lip and the soft skin of her scrotum graze the bottom. She paused. . . then placed both of her hands on the back of my head, holding my face tight against her, my head impaled completely. And then the gentleness was gone. Without warning she withdrew herself half way and then slammed her cock deep into my throat hard. She was fucking my face and she was fucking it with tremendous force. My mouth was slamming into her stomach over and over again. It hurt, but it was also insanely hot. I could feel my cock straining against the tight strap that bound it. With every thrust, I was desperate to feel that familiar tension that let me know my reward was coming. After about ten minutes of furious fucking, she yanked herself from my mouth and let go of my head. My mouth remained gaping open with anticipation of that warm flood of sweet juice that I knew I had become addicted to. To my utter despair, it never came. My lips were pounding, swollen from the abuse they had just received. With an admiring tone she said, "much better. . . nice and puffy. Now stand up, we haven't much time left." Still foggy with adrenaline, I stood.

She led me forward, turned me around, and instructed me to sit. She peeled up the mask, so that my mouth and lower face were exposed but I was still blind. Next, she used a soft spongy object to rub what felt like lotion on the area around my mouth and then on my swollen lips. Then, she began brushing the same area with what I then deduced was a makeup brush. I realized what she was doing. My mouth was the only part of me that was exposed and she was making sure that it looked like a woman's. I was horrified. Why did I need to look like a woman, I had already shown her that I was willing to please her in every way she asked and from what I had seen tonight, she was very in to men.

My thoughts were interrupted when she pulled the mask back down, securing it tightly. A few moments later, I felt her hands around my throat. She was placing something around my neck, a collar I presumed, and it felt like she was buckling the back of it.

Still holding my throat, she demanded "Open your mouth slightly."

When I did, she immediately began applying what I knew was lip liner and then lipstick.

"Perfect. Stand up and come with me."

She led me back into the bedroom. "Turn around" she said as she backed me into a what I remembered to be a rather tall leather ottoman. It was a square, measuring about three feet, and standing about four foot high on thick decorative rod iron legs. A unique, yet beautiful piece.

"Sit" she directed. I lifted myself up slightly and sat on the edge. She guided me backward, laying me down. The distance to the ground and the arch in my back forced me to lift my legs up, bringing my knees almost to my chest.

She was standing at my feet, holding on to my thighs. In that instant, I became incredibly aware that the slit in my outfit had left my now cleanly shaven ass vulnerably exposed.