Previous Part: An erotic day with my friend’s slave
I recommend that you first read the initial story to be able to enjoy this part to its fullest.
Naina’s story:
It was just about 10 am. I had managed to have a small trailer of all I could do to slave Abhijit. I just remembered that I had an important office meeting. I had to attend it over a google hangout video call. I quickly instructed Abhijit to set up the laptop so that the background looked like a plain wall, not a hotel room.
To achieve this, I asked him to use the ironing board available in the room as a computer laptop table. Once this was done, the slave connected the power adaptor of my Lenovo laptop and my headset so that my hands could be free during this long call.
I asked the slave to sit cross-legged at my feet. Luckily, the table was very thin, leaving lots of space for the slave to sit at my feet. I turned up the height of the table in such a way that only a very small upper part of my body would be visible on the call. I wore only my upper innerwear and my shirt.
I left the underwear and denim that the slave had nicely folded and kept in the morning. The lower part of my body below the waist was completely uncovered. It was a strange feeling to attend a video meeting like this.
I put myself in a situation where the slightest change in the camera angle would allow all other participants to enjoy the fun I was having. I always imagined getting a massage and other services while engrossed in my work. Today my dream was going to turn into a reality.
The meeting began, and everybody greeted each other, exchanging pleasantries. After about 5 minutes of introductions, the emcee asked all participants to mute themselves. The presentations began. I was waiting for this opportunity and immediately asked the slave to remove his red underpants.
No sooner had he done that. I pierced my neatly pedicured big toes (yes, plural because I used both my feet) deep into his balls. The slave could not handle the sudden pain and screamed out loud! I enjoyed this very much.
But I was also worried that if this were to happen when the call was not muted, it could put me into trouble. An idea immediately struck me. I asked the slave to get my underwear from the drawer. I pushed the underwear deep into the slave’s mouth. I thought to myself, “This will keep the noise out.”
I kept piercing the balls of the slave with the toes of both my feet. The screams had now turned into muffled moans because the slave’s mouth was filled with my underwear. I enjoyed his moans a lot. The power I was feeling at this moment was immense and intense.
Slowly the slave’s face turned red, and he folded his hands, begging me for mercy. I told him to bring the oil and massage my legs while I played with his balls. I assured him that I would not hurt him on the balls if he did a good job. I was mischievous and did not intend to do what I had just said.
The slave started to massage my inner calf muscles. I again started writing various alphabets deep inside his balls using my toenails. The slave was unable to continue with the massage. I withdrew my toes a little and signalled it to continue.
After he started, I would again pierce into his balls deeply to make him stop again. This continued for about 30 minutes. I had a sudden urge to take a bio break. But I realized that we were in the middle of the presentation. The participants shared their thoughts.
It’s then that I remembered that I had not used the restroom since I had walked into the room over 3 hours ago. The emcee announced that it was my turn to speak. I unmuted my headset and began expressing my views about the presentation.
But I had to do something. So I grabbed the slave by the hair on his head and pulled his head sharply towards me. The slave could not bring it closer to a cross-legged position. So it immediately changed to a kneeling pose, bringing his mouth between my legs.
I pulled out my underwear from the slave’s mouth. The slave thought I wanted him to please me with its tongue. He started licking me gently. I could not hold myself any longer and started to pee non-stop. The slave understood, moved closer to form a seal with his lips, and began to sip my pee quickly.
I felt so relieved that, for yet another time, I was out of words to describe how good it felt. Haven’t you ever been in a situation where you have to go, and the meeting goes on and on? Or sometimes the traffic makes the drive so long that you wish there were a way to get relieved mid-way while driving?
I just remembered one of my favourite movies Air Force One where the plane gets refuelled mid-air. I felt like air force one for a moment where I had been refuelled in the middle of my important work meeting. This was awesome.
The meeting got over. I saw droplets of pee on the couch. The slave had failed to get the clue and took a moment to come closer and form the seal with its mouth. My pee was precious, and I was not ready to forgive the slave for letting even a drop go waste.
I could think of nothing other than grabbing all his parts together in a rope and letting all the delicate parts exposed for me to spank. I pushed him onto the carpet on his back. His right wrist got tied with its right ankle.
I ensured the knot was strong enough to handle the impromptu moves, which will come up as after-effects of being spanked. Similarly, the left wrist was tied together with the left ankle. Now his nicely toned ass and perfectly shaped thighs were in front of me.
The penis was always saluting me by dipping transparent sticky cum on top of it, acting like a crown. I hardly remember seeing my loyal penis without the crown. I have read that the north and south poles attract each other. But with a slave in my life, I was experiencing that even the pre cum attracts each other.
I got wet instantly when I saw the crown at the top of his penis. I grabbed my spanking tool and started to spank him. I must say we both have become better. He in terms of taking the spanking and me in terms of spanking. With every single stroke, it screamed, and my urge to spank him became harder and harder.
What made me supreme wet is the ultimate submission I have from him. He did beg for mercy. But only to let me know the pain, he was feeling. Not with the request that I should stop. Else he could have said red.
For those who don’t know, in BDSM, the safe word is the limit when the scene must completely stop. Between Abhijit and me, it’s always either more or mercy. He always asks for more, and I never intend to do mercy on him. I spanked over 50 times on each ass cheek.
It did turn nice, a bright pink. This was enough to make my other pink lips all wet. His penis was still hard. So I pulled a condom and sat over it in a cowgirl position. My legs were between his chest and his hands on either side.
The ultimate submission is when the slave is tied, beaten to reach a vulnerable state and now ready to serve you through the penis. I loved the cowgirl position and moved many times till I had an intense orgasm. I made some patterns on his face by spitting on it.
His clean, shaved face looked even more beautiful with my saliva. Slapping the slave while I cum is a routine activity. The more intense the orgasm is, the harder I slap on its face.
I made sure he did not cum. A horny slave is the most devoted one. I had one and have spent days training him to reach this level.
The day was still not over, so please watch out for the final part of this story. I went to the swimming pool with slave Abhijit and how he served me in public.
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