The Ring - Part Two

14 days and Counting

It can be tough being a new slave in training. It's my first time and I know I can't become the full time slave of the Mistress who is training me. It bothers me a little that I don't remember much about my last orgasm. I don't remember what went through my head, or what I did. I was free to have as many as I wanted, whenever I wanted. I really didn't think of it as that important. Now almost ten days later, when I can't remember my last one and have no control over my next one, it's damn near all I can think about.

I have tried to grow accustomed to having my cock pierced. It is the constant reminder she wanted, and it is hard to keep my hands off myself. Things are still a little sensitive, so although I am VERY horny since surrenduring my cock to my mistress, I am able to keep from playing with it, for now. She ordered that I wait, and so I do, with a little help from the healing process. How much longer will I be able to control myself? How much longer does she want me to wait?

A couple more days pass, I clean the piercing and apply a neosporen type ointment and things really feel ready. I am so horny now, that even cleaning it, or checking things out, get a raging hard on in about ten seconds. It looks sexy, it's my secret and she ordered it.

The trip home was uneventful, I was a little scared going through security, but it's "only" a 12 gauge ring and it didn't set anything off. But what if it had? I can't take the bead out. It's on there until someone else removes it.

Hmm, let's see. I think I last came on a Sunday. She ordered me to get this done the following Wednesday night as we chatted online. I boarded my plane to come home Friday a week later. Saturday I was a zombie from the trip, too tired to do anything even if I would dare disobey her.

Now it's Sunday again and I awake with the knowledge that I will see her in a few hours, be hers all day. I also have a blue steel morning hard on, and the shocking realization that I have not come in two solid weeks!!! How is that even possible? I'ver never gone this long in my life!!! I may drown her if she sucks me.

She greets me with a hug, and smiles as she can feel my hardness pressing against her scantily clad leg. "How are things?" she wants to know, and I blurt out "VERY ready, Mistress" in my urgency.

"Good, I want to inspect them. Strip and stand up on the coffee table, hands behind your head." She states flatly.

I have never been given such an order, but don't hesitate for a second, and rush to comply, dropping my jeans, CK thong, shirt and shoes on the floor.

"Mmmmm, you're being a good boy. I like the thong, very sexy. You are taking this a bit more seriously aren't you?" She teases mildly.

"Yes, Mistress, I am ready to be your slave". I reply, wondering where that came from. I climb up to display myself on the table, feet shoulders width apart, hands clasped behind my head, cock pointing at the moon.

She glides her finger over me as if inspecting a horse or piece of furniture she might like to aquire. She fingers the ring in my cock, gently at first then gives it a little tug. I don't move. "Hmmm, We'll see. It's all ready? No pain? You haven't dared to play with MY cock have you?" she asks.

"No mistress, I have not played with it, and there's no pain from the piercing, only a little sensitivity". I respond honestly.

"Well, I'll be careful". She grabs handcuffs that feel like they were left in the freezer and clamps them on my wrists, behind my back. With that she produces a leash and actually clips a leash to the ring she ordered me to get in my cock. A slight tug and I step down off the table. She turns and leads me on a little tour of her apartment, keeping just enough tension on the leash that I hasten to keep up, and stay on my toes most of the time. It doesn't hurt, but I know it might and am already sweating in apprehension.

She obviously likes the way it looks and giggles as she finally leads me to her bedroom. She says she need to get some things ready and leads me over to the side of the four poster bed.

She ties me to the bed by my cock!! I can see myself in her mirror tethered like a stud for later use. She blindolds me and I can hear her rustling through her toys. What will she use? Pleasure or Pain? All I know is that while I am standing comfortaly in her room, I am naked bound and blindfolded and without serious damage am not going anywhere without her help.

Things get quiet again, and she makes an elaborate process of untying my cock from the bedpost, dragging her nails over it to reach the clip.

She uncuffs my hands and tells me to lay down on the bed. I comply without hesitation and she sets about tying me spread eagle. I mean really tying me spread eagle. After she has me staked out, she goes around and makes sure she can't wring another inch of slack out of any rope. I am at her mercy completely.

I hear a strangely familiar clattering sound I am trying to place, when she dumps a bag of wooden clothes pins on my chest. Damn, I was really hoping for a hard fuck, or a quick blowjob, but it is obvious she has this well planned.

On they go. She has them numbered, although I can't see them. I know which ones went on first, they start to burn. She has ten of the little demons. Each nipple gets one, this way then that, then off for some rolling on her fingers and hard sucking. The other eight she works around my cock and balls.

Up and down, and around, like a slow centipede biting me with every foot. None stay on longer than five or ten minutes, but they burn when they come off, and she licks the area to show she knows it.

After god knows how long she has heard enough of my whimpering and takes them all off, quickly in less than ten seconds. I writhe and moan, straining at my bonds. She has a handful of some lubricant and roughly massages my flaming genitals with skilled hands, causing pain as the clamp marks are rubbed but unbearable pleasure as I soar towards my first orgasm in two long weeks.

"Oh god, may I please come for you, Mistress?" just blurts from my mouth. It seemed so natural, even for my first time.

"Good boy, you know to ask, but no, you are not coming yet". She coos.

She then produces a long leather boot lace and intricately ties my cock and balls up into what she calls a "very nice looking package". I hear her camera flash and I know my intricately tied "package" is preserved for posterity.

And so I lay there, rock hard, cock still simmering from clothes pins, and now tight bondage, unable to see anything.

"Oh, this has already gotten me so wet..." she remarks

"May I PLEASE suck your pussy Mistress?" I plead instantly.

"No, not yet, but here's a taste while I shower." she remarks slyly and crams her wet panties in my mouth as a gag. I can hear her chuckling as she heads off to bathe, and I savor her juices, dreaming of tasting from the well very soon.

I lay there in tense, arounsed darkness, awaiting her return. She is a pleasure Domme. Not some man hater abusing me for some sick thrill, quite the opposite, she loves men and their affections. She wants to use her power and skill to take me on a ride to thrill us both.

She announces her return by draging her nails up my naked bound body. I moan through my panty gag and squirm a little. I swear I can smell her steamy, wet body all clean and fresh as she circles me and decides how to best use me for her pleasure.

The bed creaks and she climbs up on it, I can feel her smooth form as she maneuvers around me. She unties my cock, pulling on end of the bodage and causing my cock to twist and wave as it is unwrapps.

"Let's see what you remember about pleasing me, and if waiting has made you any more voracious." she coos. I have always loved eating her, and I am just dying for a taste. She pulls her wet panties out of my mouth and without any pretense settles her freshly shaved cunt over my face.

I am ravenous for her, and attack as much as my mobility allows, devouring her to the best of my ability. She puts her hands on my hips and grinds her pussy into my mouth.

Occaionally she will reach back and grab a handful of hair, and give me a terse direction to "Toungue my ass" or "Suck that clit" before forcefully guiding my mouth exactly where she wants it. She is more forceful than I remember, and I sense a new influence.

She can't resist playing with her new toy for long though, and soon is teasing my pierced cock, with her nails, toungue, hands, even her hair. My mouth is crammed full of her pussy and I can't get anything out to beg for release, not that she'd let me come while I am supposed to be servicing her. So I continue to focus on her pleasure, and she comes and comes again. I am proud of my skill and enthusiasm, but a little jealous that I still have not had a release myself.

Just as she is peaking again, scratching me with her nails and moaning like a cat in heat, the phone next to the bed rings. She makes no move to leave her confy position on my face and I assume she'll ignore it. But it is only half way through it's second ring when she let's out a contented sigh and answers it by hitting the "speaker phone" button.

Her thighs are still clamped around my head, and I still have a mouthful of her juicy twitching cunt, so I didn't get all the details, but the conversation definately involved description of me, my position and my condition. The other voice was sexy, female and confident. She has a Domme friend she sees as a sort of mentor. Maybe this is the influence I sensed. She cannot accept me as a full time slave, I know and accept this. But I like her and trust her to train me, and she has mentioned that maybe she would carefully select a mistress for me when I was trained up to her standards and would make her proud.

I only caught bits and pieces of the conversation, and I tried to keep licking her as I listened.

"Oh, hello.......... funny you should call, he's here now... tied to..." then some laughing from both. "no, he can't talk now he's busy..."

"Good girl, you learn fast, stricter like we......."

"Yes, the novice I told you about, that I used to...."

"did he actually go get....." then "good start for a rookie".

".....sure did, and it looks great! I led him around....."

"and how long has it been since he......"

"......weeks, plus or minus, he is leaking everywhere, I bet..." then "without even..."

"Oh, we should.........and then make him......weekend."

"I would love to see that, but he's so new to training....."

"...over, I want your opinion......"

"OK, see you soon."

She hung up, grabbed my sensitive nipples in her strong fingers, and ground her pussy into my mouth for ten long seconds.

She raised herself off my tired mouth, and sat next to me, stroking my naked, bound form. "The Domme I told you about is coming over to help me break you in. This is much earlier than I anticipated, so I don't know if you are ready. Be good, and make me proud, this is one of the Dommes I may give you to when I finish training you."

My mind was blank, she was serious. We had fantasized bout it, but I had no idea what was in store and she had made this one sound pretty experienced and strict.

I had to trust her though and whispered "Yes, Mistress, I will do my best to make you proud".

"Good boy. Now, she won't want to let you come so soon in your training, she thinks you'll lose focus, but; you're my property right now and if you can make me come five more times before she gets here, I will make sure to empty your balls before we go out to dinner." She stated with a mix of challenge and compassion.

Then she climb back on my face, grabbed a hold of my hair and ground my face into her sopping pussy for the next half hour.

[ Story Continues in Part Three ]
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