Part 4

Walking down the hall, I knocked on the door asking for her permission to enter the playroom. From the other side of the door came “You may enter.” Stepping in, I approached Mistress, and dropped to my knees, my hands flat across my thighs. Placing her hand upon my head she bid me to rise. Standing, cock rampant with desire, Mistress took hold of it, and led me over to the spanking bench. Laying face down, my arms, and legs were bound to the large brass rings set into each corner, along with a series of straps that held me in place.

As the strap around my waist was snugged up, I had a strange realization, I felt perfectly at ease. All my fears, all my worries, and most of all my need to be in control of my life fled. I was in a safe place in my surroundings, body, and mind. Never had I felt so at peace.

The end results of this was breaking out in tears, and sobbing. Instantly Mistress was kneeling by my head, and stroking my back asking me what was wrong. In between sobs, I tried to explain to her what I was feeling. As my explanation came to it's end, Mistress lifted my head from the bench, and gifted me a deeply soulful kiss. When she pulled away, I saw a few tears of her own falling upon her cheeks.

“Thomas, my little man, I am breaking one of my personal rules, and for this moment I am using your name as I address you. That was one of the sweetest, most wonderful thing I had ever heard from one of my subs. When we first met, I knew instinctively that there was a need deep within you that you needed to expunge. What you just told me makes my heart soar, and I will do my utmost to make this a safe place for you, as you find yourself, and if I can be your guide out of this miasma that you have fashioned for yourself, I would be honored. Now let us start this session with a proper administration of a bit of discipline.”

Seconds later the whistle of air announced a leather belt about to imprint it's shape onto my bottom. First strike was on my left cheek, followed by the right. Over, and over the belt fell across my bottom, each strike growing in intensity until laying still was no longer an option. The restraints made any movement impossible, yet I refused to use my safe words, this is what I needed, and I wasn't going to cave in, or quit out of fear.

Stepping away from the bench, Mistress returned moments later, and began to lube up my bottom a bit. As her fingers withdrew, she began inserting a plug into my little hole. Once seated, Mistress reached under the bench, and took hold of my little penis. Stroking me with great care, while twisting, and pulling on the plug in my bottom. Each time Mistress sensed my impending climax, she would withdraw, leaving me on the very edge of completion, yet never allowing me relief.

What happened next came as a surprise, Mistress removed the straps holding me to the spanking bench. Taking me by the hand, she had me stand with my hands clasped behind my head as she stroked my cock for a few seconds reviving my now limp cock. The surprise, came as Mistress asked, “Little man, how good of a cook are you? I'm hungry, and need to have a decent meal in me.” Taking me by my cock, Mistress led me into her kitchen. “OK, you have forty minutes to come up with a meal that will satisfy my taste buds. You may use anything you find here. The clock starts, now.”

As I began rummaging through the fridge, I began thinking that this relationship has taken on a new dimension. When this began, I was only interested in sex, now however it seems that I am to be given a wider role in Mistresses life. I'm not sure where this will go, but I will take the chance, and move along with it, who knows, maybe this was what I have been looking for all along. I came to this conclusion as I relived those moments while I was on the spanking bench, having my moment of clarity.

From the fridge, I picked a bone-in rib-eye steak Mistress had on a platter. Looking further, I discovered a bundle of asparagus, a large yellow onion, along with a bag of peas in the freezer.

Grabbing a large cast iron skillet, I set it upon the burner, turned up to volcanic heat. Turning to the oven, I set it to high. A second cast iron skillet was placed on the burner, wrapping each of the asparagus spears with bacon, and placed them into the second skillet to cook in the bacon grease. Sprinkling salt, and a bit of pepper on the steak, I tossed it, and the slice onions into the skillet for about thirty second, before flipping it over to sear the top and bottom. Once the searing was done, I took the steak, skillet and all into the oven for about thirty minutes.

Over the remaining minutes, I set the table, lowered the lighting along with a nice Cabernet Sauvignon, I found in her wine rack. Taking the rib-eye from the oven, I placed it upon the plate, and placed the onions atop the rib-eye. Seconds before I took the asparagus from it's skillet, I tossed in a heap of peas into the skillet to thaw, and pick up flavor from the bacon grease. Second on the plate was the peas, making a bed for the asparagus.

Leaving the kitchen, I announced that dinner was served. When Mistress entered the dinning room, her eyes lit up with approval from the aromas that drifted upward to tickle her senses. Holding out the seat for her, I allowed her a moment to settle in. “Little man, please go into the living room, and bring back one of the large cushions, and place it on the right next to my chair. I want you sitting there next to me, while I indulge in this magnificent meal you have prepared.”

Returning to the table, Mistress had me kneel on the cushion alongside her chair. Taking up her knife, and fork, I watched her face as she took her first tasting. The sound she made was all I needed to know what she thought of my efforts. Cutting off a second piece, Mistress placed the piece before my mouth, feeding me from her plate. “Little man, for a quickly done meal, this is most excellent, your choice of the bacon wrapped asparagus sitting on a bed of peas was delightful. The Cabernet Sauvignon was the perfect pick for this meal.”

When Mistress finished her dinner, I pulled out the chair for her to leave the table. As a thank you for the meal. Mistress leaned over, and kissed me on the cheek. That simple kiss had my blood boiling with desire.

Leading me into the living room, Mistress had me sit on a cushion at her feet. Placing my head upon her lap, Mistress began stroking my hair, and face. This little gesture of affection meant the world to me. Once again, I was feeling safe, and cared for. After a few minutes of this, Mistress, lifted me from my place on the cushion, and had me sit on her lap. “Little man, I want to thank you for your effort in the kitchen, along with the gift you have given me by expressing your trust, and the recognition of how your life has been altered by entering into this relationship. I want you to lay back, and please accept this token of my commitment to you.”

As I lay across her lap, Mistress began ever so softly to stroke, and tease my little penis to it's full hardness. After about five minutes of this exquisite torture, Mistress leaned over taking my penis into her mouth. Her tongue danced around the head, and shaft. Taking all three inches of my penis in her mouth, her lips, and tongue drove me to the heights of insanity.
In seconds, I knew I wasn't going to last long. My prediction was dead on, crying out. “I'm going to cum.” My body began to spasm, and jerk around as I lay across her lap, while I poured copious amounts of cum into her mouth.

Standing me up, Mistress bid me to go into the washroom, and wash my penis and balls. When I returned to the living room, Mistress had me stand in front of her. Taking my body in her hands, she pulled my balls through the ring of my chastity cage, followed by sliding the cage onto my penis, and locking it in place.

“OK little man, I have a task for you. Tomorrow at eleven am, you are to got to this address, and ask for Mr Green. We are going to a party on Saturday evening, and you are going to be fitted for a proper tuxedo. You are not to worry about the cost, it is all paid for. Do not be late, Mr Green will report back to me on how the fitting went, along with your demeanor. I want you to understand, your behavior is a reflection on me, do not disappoint me. Now you need to get dressed, and head home, I will call you tomorrow afternoon, with details for the party.”