“Yes My Lady”
This game wasn’t going to last long thought Graham, however the thought of being exposed concentrated his mind on the task in hand (so to speak). He gripped his shaft and started slowly wanking it.
“Six My Lady”
The thrill in him was increasing worryingly quickly as he saw Lady touching herself through her clothing, no fair he thought she was a stunning looking woman and so his type, Short and chesty, yum he thought, if only the roles were reversed.
“Seven My Lady
“Eight My Lady
“Nine My Lady please may I be allowed to stop wanking now”
The response stopped his heart momentarily, he was fit to burst as it was.
“Keep wanking doggy but don’t come”
He stared imploringly at her but she showed him no mercy, it was all he could do to resist the temptation to release his come and to hell with the consequences. As he felt he could go on no longer the order was issued.
“You may stop wanking doggy”
He could barely pull his hand from his cock such was his need for release, the pain was unbearable, his balls were swollen beyond belief.
“Good doggy, aren’t we obedient”
Graham was shaking with the effort of controlling himself, his body was screaming with excitement his heart was thumping, mind racing, desperate for a way out of the spiral of excitement and shame that was pushing him to the edge.
“Start wanking again doggy”
“Seven My Lady”
Sweat was pouring from his brow now running of his face and dripping onto the maids outfit, he could barely open his eyelids, his mouth was dry, breathing ragged and still the torture continued unabated.
“Eight My Lady”
“Nine My Lady”
“Please may I be allowed to come now”
“You may stop wanking, but don’t come”
Graham nearly cried, he noticed His Lady was also showing some signs of agitation, the voice controlling him was wavering a little, sounding breathy with arousal.
“You may start wanking again, you may also start fingering your own ass doggy”
Graham contorted as he tried to wank himself and finger his ass. The effort was killing him but the pleasure made it worse, his mind screaming for release.
“Seven My Lady”
Graham could see his Lady was openly fingering herself now as she stared at the display her doggy was putting on for. The room was filled with groaning and sexual tension, something had to give soon, crisis point was approaching.
“Eight My Lady”
“Nine My Lady, may I be allowed to stop wanking now?”
“You may stop wanking doggy”
Graham couldn’t continue like this.
“Please my lady I need to come so badly, may I be allowed?”
“Please My Lady I will do anything if only I may be allowed to come”
“Hmmm do anything will you”
“Yes My Lady”
“OK doggy you may come, when you have finished I will tell you what you must do”
Graham sagged visibly with relief as he grasped his cock and wanked it lovingly. He could feel the come rising within him, the eruption of come took him by surprise as the first jet of come hit his chin, the second eruption caught his chest dribbling from his nipples. He moaned like a cheep tart on heat as the relief washed over him, he felt faint as the blood in his body stopped beating so hard, a warm glow surrounded him as he curled up on the floor with a grin on his face.
“Good doggy, I hope you enjoyed that because its the last come you get for a while believe me”.
The words stung Graham from his reverie, he knew his ordeal was far from over, but all he cared about at the moment was that he had been allowed to com. His body was slowly returning to a semblance of calm as his heart slowed and the throbbing pain of built up expectation subsided.
“Get up you filthy doggy, you need cleaning inside and out before we play with you some more. You stink like a cheap slut”.
“Yes My Lady”
“on your hands and knees, you cheap slut”
Graham complied immediately, not caring anymore what happened, he was totally spent, he felt exhausted from the strength of the orgasm. All he wanted to do was go to sleep, he doubted he would get the chance yet though as he was led by both his rulers down the corridor to the bathroom.
“Strip slut boy, you need a wash and we don’t to ruin your pretty dress now do we?”
The feeling of humiliation re-surfaced in his mind, he was suddenly acutely aware he was wearing not only woman’s clothing, but a uniform that denoted subservience and compliance, he blushed despite himself and all that he had endured during the evening.
He stripped, the uniform forming a puddle at his feet. His Lady pinched his left nipple making him wince.
“Now slut we need to clean out that dirty bottom of yours before we wash your smelly little body”
Graham’s mind was working overtime, what could she mean. His breath caught in his throat as his Lady produced a length of plastic flexi-pipe which had a bag, of what looked like water attached to one end, at the other end was a nozzle. He had a flash of inspiration causing his heart to sink, an enema bag.
Graham, he thought, you have only yourself to blame. He had never imagined this not in his darkest, hottest, dirtiest dreams. His Lady pushed him over so his forehead rested on the sink. He noticed the fine taps and luxury soap, his mind screaming at the absurdity of it all, why notice taps at a time like this, he could only assume that something had snapped in his head.
“Now you filthy little doggy lets clean your dirty little bottom”
The nozzle was pushed up his ass with alarming ease, the butt plug had obviously done its job, Graham groaned as he felt a familiar twitching in his cock, God what’s wrong with me, he thought.
“Now be a good doggy and stand still while I fill your dirty little bottom with this nice clean water. You must hold it in until I tell you or you will be punished, understand slut”
“Yes My Lady”