The butt plug I had introduced, a three-heavy-balls plug, was already dangerously weighing on my sphincters as I strode through the Williamsburg neighbourhood that morning. The Orthodox Jews walking around me surely had no idea of my destination: my Mistress's new dungeon, located a few streets away.
I easily found the address, and immediately, climbed up to her door, terribly impatient to discover this new playspace, excited even more by the idea of seeing Tess again.
She welcomed me with a big smile, her firm body was moulded in a strapless red latex catsuit, her black hair tied back in a strict braid. She was proud to show me her new additions, and while doing so I was asked to slide into my black latex catsuit, she then offered me a glass of Japanese whisky, or should I say, she ordered me do drink a glass of whisky, I would later find out why...
Once the first sip swallowed, a leather head harness was fitted to me, with two side handles my mistress would soon use. Positioned on my stomach on a leather bench, firmly bonded by tight straps, my hands gripping the metal bars, my mistress removed my plug and began to work on my anus with larger and larger dildos, working me with frenzy, her hands pulling on my head harness like an amazon on her stallion. No need to say that I quickly started moaning in loud astonishments and pleasure sounds, and she seemed to enjoy that to the full as she whispered in my ear: “Shout as loud as you want, I want my new neighbours to wonder what's happening here, it excites me! ".
Once she felt my ass was fully ready for more, Tess had me move onto a black leather bed. A subtil installation was hanging just above, ready to torture me as she had imagined : covered in long black vinyl thigh-high boots, my legs were raised above my head using winches, my arms securely attached to the edges of the bed. A mask made of black latex was placed over my face, and a funnel gag was installed in my mouth, forcing it open, but allowing unlimited access to my throat...
She smiled when she poured some of her morning urine in my mouth, mixed, and what a nice surprise, with the whisky ! What a marvellous blend ! Oh, I did not have time to appreciate, as Mistress Tess's hand started to stretch my ass open : she had decided to give me another fisting...and it didn’t take long for her to introduce herself completely , so that I rapidly gasped in bliss, my body trembling like a leaf, my throat full of golden Japanese champagne. She then placed a suction pump on my penis, quickly finding a steady rhythm, controlling my excitement . My orgasm would be hers to decide, as always. So when permission was given me to cum, I had an ecstatic orgasm, my anus pulsing around my mistress's fist, my sperm spilling out in streams into the condom, my throat choking in the melts drops of her urine. She took the condom off and poured slowly my semen into the funnel, mixing it with her spit and a few drops of her whisky. Surprisingly, this mixture was very pleasant, I enjoyed this impromptu liquor with outmost pleasure !
Tess retrieved her fist, drenched my plug in the remains of cum, spit, and urine, and replaced it roughly. I had to return to the hotel with it in me, my wet latex catsuit had to remain on me, under my clothes. I quickly said goodbye and exited her studio.
I had to walk for over an hour, the plug causing me terrible pain, my mind completely focused on the control of my sphincters. And I still had my catsuit on, the latex making me sweat profusely, so much so that my pants became wet...I had the feeling when exiting the metro that all the travelers were looking at me and knew what I was enduring, a total humiliation…
Once in my room, I rapidly got undressed, unzipped my catsuit, and the plug immediately fired out like a bullet, spreading on the floor Mistress Tess's now famous lubricant. I was exhausted, and fell asleep like this, still in my latex suit, my penis hard and my anus devastated. If only the Orthodox knew…
-rubber slave j