I woke up with Mister’s arm draped over my stomach. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 6:30 a.m. A bit early, but that was fine. I scooted out of bed and went to the kitchen to make a nice breakfast for us. Just as I was sliding the eggs onto a plate, Mister came into the kitchen.
He ruffled my hair, thanked me for the coffee and food, and patted my ass. Once we finished eating, he said, “Assume you will be in Session until we go to bed tonight – to sleep, just to be clear.”
I was surprised. He’d never called for such a long session before.
“Yes, Mister,” I answered as my nipples hardened with desire.
“Remove your clothing. I don’t want to see a scrap of cloth on you until I give permission.”
I slipped out of my shorts and t-shirt, folded them, and placed them on the counter.
“Bend over the stool, love. I want to see how that ass is.”
I did so. He ran a hand down my bottom and tsk-tsked.
“This won’t do at all. I want it red or at least pink all day long. Think you can handle that?”
Thinking about what this would mean, I considered my answer carefully. “I can, mister, but only because I know you will honor my safe word. “
“Hmmmm,” was his only response. He began with a hand spanking, then reached for the clean wooden spoon in the dish drainer. Soon, I was kicking my feet a bit and tightening my grip on the legs of the stool. Just when I was about to break, he stopped.
A moment later, his cock was balls deep inside my pussy. I came. Hard and fast, my body contracting with pleasure around his thrusting rod. I threw my head back and screamed something inarticulate.
“That’s it, love. Come. Come as hard and as much as you can. Keep it up. Keep. It. Up.”
And I did. Soon, I felt him thrust hard and deep, releasing his seed inside of my welcoming body. Boneless, I slouched over the stool. Mister rubbed my back and murmured soft words to me. When I could stand, he kissed me, pinched my nipples, and said, “You’re beautiful. Now, go about your day. I’ll find you when I need you. But remember,” he stared deeply into my eyes, “you are in Session.”
I nodded happily.
Mister’s cum leaked down my leg as I did my morning yoga routine and soon dried there. I hated that it was leaving my body, but kinda loved that it was still ON my body. When I finished, I turned and saw Mister standing behind me.
“Your ass is still pink, so I don’t need to spank you again, but it has occurred to me that I have been neglecting your nipples. I apologize. Come here.”
I stood before him. He took nipple clamps with fairly large bells attached to them and clamped my already hard nips. He lifted my breasts so that the bells jangled.
“There. That should keep them happy for a while. What’s next for your daily routine?”
“Well, I usually shower and dress for the day, decide what I’m making for dinner, and if I need anything, go to the store.”
“Well, that’s got to change. No shower yet. However, have you had a BM today?”
I blushed deeply and said, “No, Mister.”
“In that case, off you go to the bathroom. I have a nice enema set up for you.”
Head down, I went. He had towels on the floor, so I knelt and pressed my face to the soft towel, my ass in the air. Humming happily, Mister administered a full bag of cool water then inserted a plug.
“Here. Suck on my cock while we wait for that to take effect. Do not make me come, though. I want to be fully hard when I take your ass shortly.”
Struggling to kneel upright, I held his jewels in my hand, gently massaging them, then slid my lips down his length. Up and down I bobbed my head, servicing his cock. The clamps tightened and I heard the bells jangling. I began to feel my bowels cramp, but kept my focus where it belonged. On him. When I felt his balls begin to tighten, I moved my hands to his thighs. He’d said not to make him come. I lifted my mouth from his shaft, but continued to lick and kiss his flesh.
“Ah, that’s perfect, love. Just perfect.”
He stepped away from me and said, “I’m going to leave you in here. You can remove the plug when it feels right to do so, eliminate, and clean the plug. When you’re ready, come to bed.”
I was relieved he wouldn’t be watching me perform such a humiliating and private act. Following his directions, I was back in bed with the plug in hand about fifteen minutes later. He’d placed the wedge pillow on the bed and I climbed up, my hips lifted.
A moment later, he was between my legs. “Oh no, love! Your ass is white again. Shall I spank it and bring back the color now or later?”
“The choice, Mister, is entirely yours.”
“Later then. Turn over, would you?”
I did so. He then inserted a great deal of lubrication into my very clean anus and slowly slipped inside. I gasped, and felt the first of my orgasms rise. He began massaging my breasts then bent down, his lips on my left nipple. Quickly, he released the clamp, my nipple encased between his lips. I screamed and came as the blood rushed back into my sensitive nipple. He repeated the process with the other nipple, elongating my orgasm.
Then, then he made love to me. Touching me, kissing me, his cock buried inside my ass, blessing me with orgasm after orgasm.
“You ready for me? You ready for me to fill your ass?”
“Yes!”
“Good, because once I do, I’m plugging it again. And then using the wooden paddle on it. Red.” He panted as the first spurt of his cum entered my body. “I. Want. That. Ass. Red!!”
As always, Mister kept his word. As soon as he filled me, he slowly pressed in a large plug with petals which flared inside of me. He then rested for a few minutes before having me turn over again and used a flogger on my ass and upper thighs.
Twice more Mister paddled my ass, keeping it red and tender. Twice more, I was allowed to worship his cock and come while I did so.
Around 5:00 p.m., he handed me a dress and told me we were going to dinner.
I slipped on the revealing white dress, the plug still in my very red ass. We arrived at an exclusive steak house and were escorted to a table tucked away in a dark corner. I was surprised to see Mr. Fann already at the table along with a lovely dark haired woman.
Then men greeted each other and I smiled and nodded at them both. When the waiter came, Mister and Mr. Fann ordered for us women. Then, Mr. Fann turned to the woman and said, “Jessica, this is my wife, Sarah. Sarah, tell Jessica about your day. Be sure to be explicit.”
Even in the dark restaurant, I could see Sarah blush.
“Well, this is the first clothing I’ve been allowed to wear today. Sir has kept me on voice restriction all day, has used his belt, hand, and a switch on my bottom. Just before coming here, he used my ass and filled it with a plug after he came inside of me.”
I smiled at her and reached for her hand.
“Go ahead, love. Your turn,” Mister said quietly.
“My day has been much the same, Sarah.” I cast a sly glance in Mister’s direction. “Mister has kept my ass red all day and has come in both my pussy and anus after making sure it was good and clean. He also inserted a plug which I’m still wearing. Between that and my tender bottom, sitting on this wooden chair is somewhat uncomfortable. Still, I wouldn’t change a thing about my day. Since Mr. Fann was at the house last night, I have a feeling these to men arranged for us to have a special day together!”
Mister and Mr. Fann both chuckled as the waiter brought our food.
Sarah and I had our voice restrictions lifted and the four of us spoke of mundane things as well as some aspect of our BDSM lives that we most enjoyed. On the way home, Mister remained oddly quiet, but appeared satisfied and happy.
When we arrived in the garage, he ordered me to undress. I quickly slipped out of the dress and handed it to him. He turned on the garage lights and had me bend over the trunk of the car.
“Yes. Just as I thought. The pinkness has faded again. Ready?” he asked as he opened a cabinet and brought out a flexible yard stick.
“Yes, Mister.”
This time, he spanked me until I had actual tears running down my face, matching the moisture now clinging to my labia. I knew I’d be tender for days. I came before he ended.
He turned the plug, his fingers on the base. I came again. Slowly, he removed it, asking me how I enjoyed my day.
“I loved it, Mister. OH! I loved it!”
He chuckled when I came again as the widest part of the plug left my body. “Perfect. We’ll do it again sometimes soon. I think Rick and Sarah and us should have a weekend together. Someplace private.”
His cock was again entering my pussy. I sighed with pleasure.
“You’d like that?”
“Yes, Mister. Very OHHHH much.”
I came again. My legs were about to give out. Mister, however, wasn’t about to show me mercy, nor did I want him to! With hard, powerful thrusts, he fucked me until suddenly, he pulled out!
I cried out in despair.
“On your knees. NOW!!!”
I obeyed, instinctively opening my mouth. He wasted no time. He didn’t allow me to adjust to his girth, but immediately began fucking my mouth. I gagged and whimpered, but when the first rope of cum went down my throat, I reveled in pleasure, gulping down every drop. I had enjoyed his cum in all three of my sexual orifices! Today was an awesome day!
Mister helped me to my feet then carried me into the bathroom where he gently set me down on the toilet while he ran a warm bath and added lavender Epsom salts. He helped me in, lifted my chin and kissed me before saying, “Soak for as long as you like, love. When you’re ready, come to bed. The session is complete, and I couldn’t have been more pleased.”
Neither could I.
