Miss X’s out-of-town new lover!!

It began on Thursday. Miss X began to ramp up her nearly unbearable teasing. She released me from my Cb-3000s and supervised me as I cleaned my self. She then had me lay on the bed and took a tiny bit of baby oil and began to make little circles on my penis with the tip of her index finger. I groan and moaned as its been a solid two weeks since my last orgasm, and even that was "ruined".

She breathed on my neck and made me verbalize devotion to her and that I was there for her humor, entertainment and would do anything for her. I recited the various mantras she issued. That she was in charge and that my tiny cock was never to enjoy her tight little pussy. That I was honored to suffer for her and remain chaste. After twenty minutes, I was delirious and nearly panting for release. She simply smiled and held back a giggle ad I air thrusted, craving release so badly.

She allowed me to join her on the couch and we watched re-runs of Law and Order and she had me next to her, nude, as she occasionally toyed with me. Cruelly, she ordered me back into the CB-3000s, but not with my unabated begging, which only ended when she delivered two hard face slaps and sent me to bed whimpering, dribbling and frustrated, a malleable mush, anxious to please and feeling a faggoty glow that I only get when so deeply induced into a catatonic sub-state.

Friday, Miss X announced that I was take her shopping. After work, we met in Seattle's upscale U-Village where we went to a very upscale lingerie shop called Zovo. She had me help her pick out two sexy ensembles and as I paid, the sales lady said "This is really more for you than her anyway" With a big knowing smile. I returned the smile and Miss X interrupted with a giggle. "He's never allowed sex with me anyway". The sprite late-20's sales lady gave a nervous little "Oh!" and I felt my face turning bright red.

Later we shopped at Nordstrom and Miss X picked a slinky black dress and some pricey Jimmy Choo shoes. When we got home I of course got undressed as is my requirement, and she modeled the be bra, panties and shoes for me. My tiny pecker strained against the locked up confinement and Miss X played with the key dangling between her full round breasts. "Of course you know pet, I bought these for real man, and I want you thank me now for the privilege of paying for all this". I dropped to my knees and kissed her feet, elevated by the heels and begged for release. Al this did was secure a firm spanking for myself and that night I went to bed with a very sore ass.

Saturday she announced mid-day that a handsome guy she had met when she was working in California was coming to town and she would be meeting him privately . I stayed at home and talk to other sub cucks on my cheap-ass Nite Flirt account (the paltry proceeds of which go directly to Miss X). My entire body ached for release, my body pounding with lust. Occasionally, Miss X would email me blurry photos from her rendezvous. I could tell they were in a nice restaurant, then back at a hotel.

When Miss X came home about 1:30am, she was exhausted and told me I would have to wait for this morning (Sunday) for details. Miss X told me to make her coffee and to report back to the bed room. She told me how handsome her need fuck buddy was and how magnificent his large cock felt. But rather than take her word for it, she said she did something special. She recorded 40 minutes of their loud fucking on her IPhone. I was forced to listen her moans and deep guttural cries of pleasure. At one point I heard her begging him to stick it back inside of her, and I could hear him push and grunt louder when he told him he was so much better than me.

Finally, with a look of sheer zeal on her face, Miss X told me I could cum if I met her conditions. (As if I had a real choice) I was to be impaled on a knobby dildo and she would attach two clothes pins to my nipples that she would twist as I came. OF course, I gratefully agreed and came as hard as I ever had. My nipples throbbing in pain, and I was fully satiated for the first time in many weeks.

The rest of the day we spend at the Ballard Farmer's Market, sipping wine, buying veggies and sampling various treats and listening to the struggling buskers.

It was a great weekend!!