Home Sweet Home

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Home Sweet HomePlease read other chapters first…Driving to my new adventure and lifestyle caused a tingle of excitement to shoot through me. I was still wearing the chastity belt and even with its’ restrictive confinement of my pussy and ass, I could derive small sensual pleasures rubbing against the firm leather strap. I was so wet and hot and hoped Master was as horny as I was. I felt a huge disappointment as I turned down our street and did not see Master’s car in the driveway. He was really testing my faithfulness as a slave. It had been ten days since I’d experienced even a mini orgasm and I thought I was going to climb the walls if I had to wait much longer. I unlocked the front door, wishing the key also fit the chastity belt, for a second or two. I chuckled at the thought that Master would probably play such a wicked and tortuous trick on me to realize that I held the key to my own ultimate sexual self-satisfaction the entire time he was away! He definitely was full of pranks, mystery and enigmatic surprises!The house was quiet and just the way I had left it in the morning. I entered our bedroom to get into something comfort to wear and discovered a bed strewn with red rose petals. A note in the center of the flower garden stated:“Please put on the outfit in the closet and drive to our favorite café”.It was Master’s cursive script! He had returned! I flew into the closet and saw a lovely white floor length cashmere and silk sweater dress with a slit up the back that reached to the curve between my ass cheeks. Master had undoubtedly purchased this on his trip to the Orient. No underwear, hosiery or shoes were in evidence, so I donned the dress and strapped on Master’s favorite sexy open toed stilettos. The dress fit like a glove, which under normal circumstances would be fine, however, I still had the bulky belt under the dress. No time to ponder the aksaray escort stares I may receive by the general public in the innocent wholesome café. I drove off happily anticipating seeing my Master Graham!In my rush to see Master I had not noticed that his car was not in the parking lot. I entered the café and the host recognized me and gave me a puzzled look. In my haste and excitement had I misread the note and Master meant the pub or another restaurant? The host allayed my fears and acknowledged that Graham had reserved a table for us. He was just shocked that I arrived first he said in an apologetic style. He led me to our private and secluded booth and brought me a glass of water. I became antsy wondering if I had been disobedient arriving first and being seated before my Master and ultimate sex slave owner. It seemed like hours before Master finally arrived. I had not drunk any of the water or anything from the bread and cheese basket delivered by the efficient waiter and Master appeared to approve of my submission to resist any nourishment without his consent by kissing both of my hands. He sat down opposite of me and we chatted about his trip and my final days at work as we ate and drank the night away. Then Master spoke with authority.“I am glad to see that you did not remove the chastity belt. You truly are showing me how compliant you can be dear sex slave.” I nodded graciously, almost blushing. Master paid the tab and we left the café arm in arm. I followed Master back home and once inside, he got that infamous smile on his face. I knew the night was far from over and began to feel my panties becoming damp. Master stated he felt like playing a twisted little game of find the key to the chastity belt. Hmm…I pondered how this could become twisted but knowing Master’s mind, I was sure it’d be some wacky mind trip for me! “Veni! Go get your escort aksaray collar”. I rushed to retrieve it from the bedroom and handed it to Master. “I will put it loosely around your neck.” He buckled it on the last grommet so that it hung down almost to my collarbone. “I will give you clues as to the whereabouts of the key. Each time you are mistaken, I will tighten the collar one notch.” Master began giving me very obscure clues and I ended up each time, empty handed and began struggling to breathe with each tightening of the collar. Master was becoming frustrated that I could not find the key and with the final grommet secured tightly, ordered me to suck his cock. This was a difficult task as my windpipe was virtually cut off. I took his rock hard cock in my mouth and sucked wildly. In order to not fall over or faint, I grabbed his ass cheeks and began to consider if he was sneaky enough to stuff the key up his own anal opening for safe keeping. I began toying with his asshole wiggling my pinky finger into it. Swirling and probing for my treasure. Master moaned with pleasure so I continued my exploration until I felt something plastic. It was my reward! The key was wrapped in a condom! I gently extracted it, while working his cock in and out of my mouth. Upon releasing the key from Master’s ass he exploded into my mouth cumming in forceful gushes! I dutifully licked his sweet anal cavity juices off the rubber and handed it to Master. He began to slowly tease me by intentionally fumbling with the knot he’d tied in the end of the condom. I wanted to snatch it out of his hands and get to that key myself! Calmly I waited for him to reveal it and hopefully unlock me. He was slow and calculating his every step. Finally, I could bear no more sexless torture and blurted out, “Master Graham! Please fuck me senseless sir!”He shoved me face down on the aksaray escort bayan couch and unlocked the belt from the side of the contraption. His cock was hard again and he thrusted back and forth between my pussy and ass. It felt out of this world! Being banged so hard and I was so wet and horny after all the time of no sex. My reward for being a good slave was definitely paying off! I came three times in less than thirty minutes. The tight collar made my breathing shallow, but, it aroused me to be light headed and so pleasured! Master was still rock hard and as he pummeled my ass, he jammed his fist into my sopping cunt with wicked abandonment. He obscured my face into a pillow while fucking me harder and harder. Then suddenly my ass cheeks began to sting as he whipped me with a cat o nine tails. Electric shock filled me to the brim and I began to squirt my pent up cum all over his fist He withdrew his gooey wet hand from my pussy, flipping me around and shoving his fingers into my mouth so that I could drink in my own sweet juices. I hungrily licked and sucked his fingers until they were clean. Still erect he thrust his hard rod into my mouth and again, came with even more force than before. This time he loosened the collar so that his cum blew down my throat deeply and without confinement. I lay back as weak as a rag doll and totally fatigued. Master offered his hand to me and walked me to the bedroom for our nightly bath. I washed him utilizing a slow and erotic style. Once sufficiently soaped and rinsed, Master gestured for me to join him. He took special care to massage my hips where the belt had caused some abrasions. He soothed my throbbing ass cheeks and gently stroked my pussy and clit. While kissing my neck, he murmured softly about missing his Veni and the anticipation of having exclusive control over me upon his arrival back home. Then, he rose and retired to the bedroom. I performed my after bath duties and joined him. We snuggled closely and kissed romantically for some time before Master spoke.“Tomorrow, Veni, my slave, we get those lovely tits, clit and pussy pierced”.To be continued…

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