Blowjobs by Bicycle Pt. 11

"I think he's done," Mistress L said, "I don't want to cause any long-term damage."

Mistress L slowed the milking machine to its lowest level, and then stopped it completely. She left the receiver on my cock while she finished her last coat and used a hair dryer to accelerate the drying.

"The hair dryer really sets the mask," Mistress L explained, "don't try to wash this off when you get home, it's better to peal it off and then wash off what's left."

Once she had finished with the hair dryer, Mistress L worked to remove my cock from the milking machine receiver.

"Wow, this machine really did a number on you," Mistress L said, "you're probably going to be swollen for a couple hours. I'm going to put some lotion on this for you."

I looked down and saw my cock for the first time since Mistress L placed it in the milking machine. It was swollen to about twice its normal thickness and it was bright pink from the over stimulation. I wondered how long I would need to hide it from my wife because there was no way I could explain it. Mistress L undid my restraints and allowed me to sit up on the table. The tightness in my face was undeniable, I could only imagine what it looked like.

"Of course, we want you to wear the collar and the mask until you get home," Master T explained, "wear the collar in our presence every time you visit."

"The collar and nothing else," Mistress L laughed, "you're our servant now."

Mistress L helped me off the table and on to my feet. She walked me up the stairs with Master T following behind. When we got to the top of the stairs, she asked me to stop and face her. She grabbed her phone off the kitchen island and snapped a few pictures.

"I wanted to memorialize our first mapping session together," Mistress L explained, "after a few more times, you should be fully converted to prefer Master T's cock over sex with your wife."

I was about to answer when Mistress L interrupted, "please don't talk, you'll crack the mask."

Collared, Masked, and Naked Ride Home

I nodded my head and walked toward the patio door leading to the backyard. I opened the door and walked through the screened porch, into the sunlight of the back yard. As I walked to the gate, I looked down at my red, swollen cock and my shriveled balls. My arousal level was at zero, I just wanted to get in my SUV, get home and clean myself up, then I remembered I still had to deal with Shed Man.

"Fuck that," I said under my breath, "I just need to get home."

I made it to my SUV, climbed in and started the engine. I looked in the review mirror at my face and was shocked at what I saw. There was an obvious mask painted on my face, it was mostly clear but a little cloudy here and there. My face was shiny, ironically it did look like a glazed donut.

"What have I done?" I asked myself as I looked in the mirror, "those two are crazy."

I decided right there that this would be my last visit to my Mistress and Master. My swollen cock ached, and I worried it was permanently damaged. My face was starting to get irritated by the mask, and I wondered if I would end up with visible side effects of that as well. My "bitch" collar was my only article of clothing, I left it on for the ride home.

In 10 minutes, I was back in my neighborhood. I parked my car on the street right at the entrance to the trails. I looked down the trail and saw Shed Man sitting in his chair waiting for me to ride by. I had about a 60-yard walk between the street and the Shed Man. I got out of my SUV and started walking toward Shed Man wearing only my collar, my cum mask and my swollen, shriveled cock. Shed Man glanced my way, jumped up from his chair and started running toward me. I could see a look of concern and fear on his face as he did.

"Dude, get back in your car," Shed Man said as he approached, "what the fuck happened to you?"

Shed Man walked me back to my car and put me in the driver's seat. Then he walked around the SUV and hopped in the passenger side.

"Who did this to you?" Shed Man Asked, "what's that on your face?"

"It's a cum mask," I answered, cracking the mask around my mouth when I spoke.

"This is fucked up, man," Shed Man sympathized, "your cock looks like hamburger. Did you put that bitch collar on voluntarily? How long have you been driving around like this?"

I shook my head yes and sat there numb and in shame.

"You're a much bigger freak than I thought you were," Shed Man continued, "you're off the hook today, I can see that you've already been pushed to your limit."

"Thank you," I said tersely and then started my SUV to drive home.

"But I'm going to need you again tomorrow," Shed Man continued, "I can't go more than two days without your service."

I nodded while staring straight ahead. Then I turned his direction and reached down and undid his belt. His hand brushed mine away.

"You're in no shape to do this today," he said, "you need to go home and fix yourself before your wife gets home."

I stopped trying to undress him and nodded.

"Drive yourself home now and fix yourself up," Shed Man ordered, then he opened the door and let himself out.

I put my car in drive and slowly drove back to my house. I pulled into the garage and closed the garage door behind me. I exited my SUV, entered my house, and went directly upstairs to shower and clean up. Once in the primary bathroom, I looked at myself in the large mirror over the dual sinks. I was most concerned about my cock. It was swollen and very red, as I took a closer look, I could see small abrasions all over the shaft that stung when I touched them. I removed the "bitch" collar from my neck and hid it in my closet inside an old pair of running shoes.

I got my face close to the mirror to find the seam of the mask at my hairline. I picked the mask loose and started to peel it off in large sheets. It took almost 15 minutes to pull off most of the mask. I warmed up the shower and stepped in. As soon as the water hit my cock, it felt like a thousand needles. I washed it with soap, worried about infection and then scrubbed the rest of my body clean.

I applied a protective coat of lotion to my swollen cock and found the softest pair of cotton boxers I could find. I dressed myself and headed back down to my home office to sit at my computer until my wife returned.

As I stared at the screen, I swore to myself that I was going to stop this risky behavior. I realized that I had been far too careless over the past week. There could have been serious consequences for the risk I took to satisfy my lust and desire. I promised myself I would focus my lustful feelings toward becoming a better lover to my wife. I planned to show her that as soon as my cock was back to normal.

Maybe I would start by providing her some no-reciprocation oral sex. It had been months since I had troubled myself to go down on her and give her a solid orgasm. I wondered what it would be like to eat her ass, since I never had. If I put as much effort into her as I put into my service to strangers for the last two weeks, maybe our love life would fill the void I was trying to fill.

As I thought about it more, I wondered what it would be like if I told my wife I wanted her to dominate me, and that I would do anything she wanted. I wondered what she'd make me do for her, would she surprise me, or would she just think I was crazy.

As I contemplated the possibilities, I felt my swollen cock twitch and start to come to life.

"Thank God it still works," I thought to myself, "I'm done with this for a while."

"I'm home, Hun," I heard Sandy's voice as she entered the house from the garage.

I got up from my desk and walked out to meet her near the kitchen. I took her in my arms and kissed her. As I did, I slid my hands down and grabbed her ass. We continued our kiss, and I slid my hands under her thighs and picked her up, carrying her to the kitchen island where I set her down. I reached under her work skirt and pulled her panties down as we continued to kiss.

"Baby, what's gotten into you," Sandy asked looking at me with a flush smile on her face.

"I've been dying to taste you since I woke up this morning," I said, as I unzipped her skirt and pulled it under her butt as she lifted it to help me get it off.

"Mike, you can't go down on me in the kitchen like this," Sandy said as she put her hands behind her allowing herself to lean back.

"Oh, I think this is what I should be doing every day when you get home," I said, as I kissed my way down from her knees to her inner thighs.

She placed her feet on my shoulders making herself comfortable while I went down. She spread herself open for me, clearly participating in my newfound lust for her. I took a long slow lick that started at her anus and worked its way up to her clit. The first time I did it, she jumped a little when my tongue crossed her pucker. I repeated it a second time, making sure that my tongue lingered for an instant over her forbidden hole as I worked back up to her clit.

The third time I started my lick, I held my tongue directly over her pink pucker and swirled it around a few times.

"Baby, what are you doing?" Sandy asked in a breathy voice, "aren't you in the wrong area."

"mmm" is all I said in return.

To my surprise, Sandy slid down the Island and turned around, standing on the floor but bent over the Island. I slide down to my knees and her beautiful ass was right at eye level. She looked over her shoulder at me as I kissed both of her ass cheeks and then took a long slow lick up her ass crack. I repeated it a couple times and then held her ass open and stuck my tongue deep inside.

"Oh my God," Sandy moaned, "you're a little pervert, aren't you?"

"MmmHmm," I answered into her ass crack.

Sandy reached back and pulled my head further between her ass cheeks. Then she started grinding her ass up and down my face.

"I think you like eating Mama's ass," She purred, "maybe I will let you do this for me every day. Take your clothes off slave, I want you naked when you eat Mama's ass."

I pulled my shirt over my head and quickly removed my shorts and boxers, displaying my swollen red cock. Fortunately, Sandy was too involved in having her ass eaten by her new "slave".

"I like your idea of doing this every day when I get home," Sandy purred as she enjoyed my service, "I deserve some daily ass and pussy worship."

I was going crazy with desire as my wife talked dirty to me while I tongue fucked her ass. I knew I would be eating her pussy when I finished, and I was ready to give her as many orgasms as she required.

"I'll do anything you want, Mistress," I said, "I want to be your servant."

"Oh, it's about time, bitch," Sandy laughed, "you're going to be spending a lot of time on your knees from now on. I've been wanting this kind of dynamic for quite a while."

I continued to work my tongue into Sandy's ass and reached up to insert a finger into her wet pussy where I found her g-spot. I could hear her moan as I started slowly pulling my finger back across the squishy bulge on the top over her canal.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to squirt in your face," Sandy moaned.

I didn't even know she knew what that was, and now she was threatening to squirt on my face. This was a completely new Sandy. I wondered if she had been there all along. I inserted a second finger inside and doubled my g-spot efforts while my face was buried in her ass. I felt my cock coming back to life as I discovered this new side of my beautiful wife.

Sandy's moans continued to echo off the kitchen walls as I knelt behind her with my face between her ass cheeks and my fingers in her pussy. This was an entirely new world. I knew that this was going to become my new daily routine. I wanted to become Sandy's perfect sex servant.

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