Cassy's Game Ch. 2

She began to unfasten my restraints, I could smell the sweat from her exertions and feel the cold dampness where her skin touched mine. I raised myself up on my hands and knees to relieve the pressure from the clothespins. When I went to remove them she stopped me, saying that I had to get her permission to take them off. After begging her to let me remove them she finally consented after getting me to promise I would draw her a bath and prepare dinner for her in compensation.

I didn't know what was worse, having them put on or taking them off. Some of them had already fallen off just by my dick getting hard and soft repeatedly, but the remainder were a torment to remove, bringing tears to my eyes as I did so.

My legs actually shook as I walked bow legged to the bathroom to start her bath. As the tub filled I took a moment to inspect my tender ass in the mirror. Raw red welts criss-crossed my cheeks and upper legs. I wondered that I had endured this much punishment and felt my face redden as my now flaccid cock started to enlarge again at the memory of my beating.

I added some bath oils to the hot water, placed Cassy's body sponge, shampoo and body gel within reach and took two oversize towels out of the linen closet. Cassy (I reminded myself that I should refer to her as Mistress Cassandra even in my thoughts) entered the bathroom and handed me her new half cup bra and thong, saying that I should clean them, they were very expensive and she didn't want them to get ruined by sweat stains. I donned my robe and headed off purposefully to take care of my duties.

After placing them in some Woolite to soak I went about heating some frozen dinners and setting the table for two. I grabbed a bottle of wine and was quite proud of the job I had done "cooking" dinner. I rinsed her lingerie in cold water, making sure to get all the detergent out and placed them on a towel to dry.

"Where are your panties?" She asked me as she entered the kitchen.

"In the hamper." I replied, not liking the tone of her voice.

"If they are too dirty to wear then I suggest you clean them. As a matter of fact, why don't you do all the laundry tonight. That should keep you out of trouble this evening while I'm out."

"Where are you going? "As soon as I asked this I knew I had made a mistake.

"Remember, no questions. It would probably be a good idea if you cleaned the bedroom, the kitchen and scrubbed out the tub as well."

She sat at the table so I fixed her and myself a plate and carried them to the table. We ate in silence but I could tell she was not impressed with my efforts.

"I will tell you that I'm going on a, sort of, fact finding mission tonight. So I might be a little late. Don't feel you need to wait up for me."

My distress over this news was apparent. Was she going to cheat on me? I wanted to ask her plenty of questions but didn't dare. I bowed my head and pushed some food around on my plate, my appetite vanished.

"Don't look so sad little boy. I'm not running away from home, just going out for the evening. If you're a good boy and finish your tasks we may have some fun when I get home."

This in some small measure cheered me up. It also made me wonder about what she might consider "fun". Mistress Cassandra retired to the bedroom to prepare for her evening out. I set about the laundry and tackled the dishes while the first load was in. As I entered the bedroom to make the bed Mistress Cassandra was putting the finishing touches on her makeup, her hair was pulled back into a bun. She was wearing a dark blue blouse with a tan skirt of modest length and sensible heels. Very business like but still extremely attractive.

"Don't forget to set the alarm before you go to bed tonight." She called over her shoulder as she walked out of the bedroom and left the house.

I ran to the front window and watched as she drove down the street. She'd never given me any reason to feel jealous before and I wasn't enjoying the feelings it gave me now. I returned to the bedroom with a sigh and started to pick up the room. Paying particular attention to the new toys I laid them out on top of Mistress Cassandra's dresser, stroking the cat o' nine tails just as it had stroked me. My cock started to grow at the contact and once again I was shamed by my arousal.

I had read all the stories about men that enjoyed being beaten and had always been put off by them. I had always enjoyed the milder stories with light spankings and harmless humiliation. Yet here I was with my ankle and wrist cuffs still attached, absent mindedly fondling my cock as I thought back to my whipping and the joy it had given me. I picked up the vibrator, turning it on and off, saw that it needed cleaning and took it to the bathroom to wash it. I wondered, as I stroked the long thin toy with soapy water, since I hadn't gotten off in over a week, if my wife's game plan for tonight included me cumming. I was desperate for release after all the sex play without any sexual satisfaction on my part. I contemplated masturbating but quickly banished the thought from my mind.

I finished drying the vibrator, put it on top of my wife's dresser, and set about my tasks once more. Between the laundry and cleaning the bathroom it took me almost until ten o'clock to finish. I prepared myself a light snack, opened a beer and sat down in front of the television to watch the news. A regular pre-submissive routine.

I couldn't keep my mind on what I was watching. The green monster had entered my head once again and it tortured me to not know where my wife was or what she was doing. I turned off the television, dumped my beer and my snack and decided to go to bed.

Once in the bedroom my attention again drifted to the toys on my wife's dresser. I grabbed the cat and lay down on the bed with it, inhaling the strong scent of leather and running the tails back and forth over my body. Realizing my mistake, as I was now as hard as I had ever been, I put it back on her dresser. I thought about taking a cold shower but I didn't want to mess up my cleaning job and have Mistress Cassandra accuse me of not doing my chores.

The red ruffled panties that my wife kept bringing up and punishing me for not wearing came to mind. Determined not to displease her I quickly got them out of her drawer and put them on. the contact with my cock sent my arousal level soaring once again but I was anxious to please my wife and I hoped by doing so she might have mercy on me and allow me to cum.

I tossed and turned for hours, checking the clock and wondering where Mistress Cassandra was, who she was with what she was doing. Turning the light back on I grabbed a tech manual from work and started to read. Of course I couldn't focus and kept reading the same lines over and over.

I gave up and started looking for the magazines that Mistress Cassandra had confiscated from me. I found them on her side of the closet on the upper shelf.

Settling down into bed I released my hard cock from my panties, rested them under my balls and had myself quite a quick little session, blasting thick ropes of cum all over myself and my panties. I panicked when I realized these were the only panties I had been given so I went and washed them in the bathroom sink, dried them the best I could and put them back on still damp after cleaning myself up. I returned the magazine to it's hiding place.

It was now twelve-thirty and my wife had still not arrived home yet. I crawled under the covers, despairing of any sleep, and lay there to wait for Mistress Cassandra's return.

I must have fallen asleep pretty quickly because when Mistress Cassandra woke me by pulling the covers off me it was one A.M.

"Have you been jerking off? It smells like cum in here."

"Oh-oh, busted." I thought to myself before saying, "No."

"Don't lie to me slave."

"No I haven't I swear." panic made my voice raise a register.

"Well come on, let's have some fun then."

I could smell alcohol on her breath but she didn't seem drunk as she fastened my hands and ankles. As she lowered my panties she remarked. "These are damp. Did you pee your pants? Is that another one of your fetishes I have to accommodate? I guess if I can learn to beat you I can learn to pee on you too."

Once again she went down on me, licking and stroking my cock to a full erection. When I thought that I would cum she let up and straddled my erection, directing it at the entrance to her pussy. As she plunged down on my cock I could feel her wetness, more so than I had ever felt before. Was I sinking my cock into an already fucked pussy? Was I getting sloppy seconds? Jealousy reared it's ugly head but didn't dampen my ardor. If anything it made me even closer to coming to think of my wife this way.

As if reading my thoughts she said, "Don't you dare cum yet," and reached up to grab my tender nipples and twisted them. My attention went from my groin to my chest in a flash, completely quelling my orgasm..

"Do you want to cum slave?"

"Yes Mistress Cassandra."

"What will you do for me to allow you to cum."

"Anything Mistress Cassandra.'

"Would you lick my ass?"

I agreed. I would have agreed to anything to be allowed to cum. Eventually she extracted a promise that I would lick her cum filled pussy and eat any cum that came out.

"Beg me to eat your own cum slave."

"Please Mistress Cassandra, please allow me the pleasure of eating my cum from your beautiful pussy."

"Here we go slave, oh, here it comes, yeah, oh, it's coming, oh cum with me slave, COME NOW."

There is nothing as intense in my experience as simultaneous orgasms, and this was intense. After all my waiting, all the teasing and punishment, even with my previous secret orgasm, this was the best orgasm I had ever had.

"Are you ready slave?" she asked. I wanted to say no, to tell her I had only agreed because she had made me and I had wanted to cum so badly.

"Yes Mistress Cassandra."

She shifted off my waist and crawled up to straddle my face, lowering her sperm filled pussy to my lips and grabbing my hair in her fist. I licked and sucked like a man possessed. I couldn't believe the amount of cum that flowed from her pussy, into my mouth and down my throat. Like every man in the world I had tasted my own cum and frankly didn't enjoy it, but mixed with the nectar from her cunt it had a totally different taste altogether. A taste that I was enjoying at this very moment. She rode my face violently, humping up and down so viciously I feared she would break my nose or dislocate my jaw with her pelvic bone. Her eventual orgasm seemed to last an eternity as I kept licking her in self defense.

She collapsed on her side of the bed, breathing heavily, stroking her hand across my chest and belly. Eventually she got to her hands and knees, looked at my now erect cock and said, "Look who's back." with a playful chuckle.

Indeed my penis had recovered and was waving in the air once again. Mistress Cassandra started to release me as she spoke. "Tomorrow I want you to go out and buy yourself your own panties. Make them pretty and sexy. I can't expect you to keep wearing the same pair all the time and I certainly don't want you to wear mine. You may take off your restraints when you go to work, but when you get home I want you to strip and put on your panties and your restraints before you do anything else."

"Yes Mistress Cassandra."

"Now go to sleep, tomorrow will be a very busy day for you and I don't want you to have any problems at work. At least I don't want to be blamed for them. Did you set your alarm?"

I didn't even have to look as I knew it had completely slipped my mind. I reached over and set the alarm without saying a word.

"What would you do without me? She said as she landed a playful swat on my welted ass. "I think I'm going to like this game."