Last night, Boss had me wearing metal lingerie, a metal collar, and a metal butt plug. The plug, by my choice, stayed in all night. Which meant, I woke up early and horny as a tom cat!

As soon as I awoke, I slipped out of bed, peed, and then crawled under the covers. Without waiting for permission, I enveloped Boss’s magnificent cock in my mouth and cradled his balls in my warm hands. He woke up, placing a hand on my head.

“Brilliant idea,” he murmured. “Guess that plug is working for you.”

I continued my loving labors until he said, “Climb on.”

I happily did so, positioning myself over him, my dripping pussy eager for his now straining cock. As I lowered myself onto his sword, he warned, “You know you didn’t have permission for that. You’ll get a repercussion tomorrow for your forwardness.”

I giggled. Then answered, “Yes, Boss, but it will be so worth it. OHMYGOD!”

And that was orgasm number one. Boss laughed uproariously. He then grasped my hair close to the scalp and whispered, “Today may be all about you, but you will still follow your rules. Ready for the plug to come out?”

“Yes!” I shouted. “Please.”

His hand snaked down to my backside, spun the plug and slowly, slowly removed it. I know my rules, but was grateful for the reminder. “If Sub is on top, her ass will be filled.”

I pulled myself reluctantly off his cock, repositioned it to my still lubricated anus, and plunged downward. Again, I screamed with pleasure and skyrocketed off the earth. During the middle of my trajectory, Boss held me tightly and flipped me over, his cock still buried inside of me. He pushed my legs up onto his shoulders and fucked me with determination, power, and primal need.

I would say I came again, but the truth was, I never fell back to earth. Within minutes, he too found his pleasure, filling me with his essence.

He nuzzled against my neck and said, “Maybe I should plug you for the night more often.”

I kissed him and pushed him playfully off me. “Shower?” he suggested.

After our shower, we headed to kitchen, dressed in robes, for coffee and muffins. There, he handed me two boxes.

“I said today was all about you, so you get choose,” he informed me, a sly look on his face.

I chose box number 2, opened it, and gaped at him. He just smiled and told me to put my hands on my head while he opened my robe, dropped it on the floor, and attached the most wicked looking nipple clips I’d ever seen.

“You didn’t think today would be easy for you, did you? It’s all about your choices, love. I promise you lots of pleasure, but I know that you prefer your pleasure spiced with pain,” he rightly stated. “Once you’ve cleaned up the kitchen, which shouldn’t take long, meet me outside.”

Throughout the day, Boss used several nipple clips on me, attached me to a small tree in our very private backyard, fucked me while chained to it, clipped my labia while spanking me, had me wear chain panties while we went out shopping, and made me hold my leash in my teeth while he forced me to orgasm with the aid of a Magic Wand.

By the time we went to bed, I was exhausted, having wept and begged for mercy, my puss, nipples, and anus sore and swollen, my legs unable to support my body, and my spirit lifted so high I could touch the sun.

Before going to sleep, Boss kissed me gently, wrapped his arms around me, and said, “Before you sleep, just know that tomorrow is the day of retribution. By my reckoning, you’ve incurred at least six punishments. We’ll discuss them tomorrow. Sleep well.”

And I did.