I asked andrew to tell his story.... and I'm going to share it with you. It's long but I think it's VERY interesting and it really gives some insight into his sweet little slutty head.... the most important thing is that I like it... and that I'll probably read it over and over. Here it is...
Andrew speaks,,,,
My Journey
Prior to serving my Mistress we spoke at length on the phone, we spoke for the first time in months on the Thursday before Martin Luther King Day. We talked mainly about why I had disappeared, what happened during that time, and the ripple effects it had on everyone. Then Mistress began to talk about something that I was trying not to think about, the punishment I had earned for my infractions, and what I would be doing to regain my collar. She didn't let many details slip, she told me bluntly that I would be spanked a great deal, and that I would not be allowed to worship her beautiful feet, although I would massage them. She also said that I would spend a lot of time in the corner with my panties pulled down so she could admire my glowing ass. But the one thing that froze me, that made me swallow hard into the phone was "You're not allowed to touch your cock." As a twenty-one year old male, to not be able to touch your cock is very hard thing (no pun intended), but the though of staying hard for my Mistress, giving her control over my orgasm, though I knew I wouldn't be allowed one in her presence was enough for me to keep my hand at my sides.
Usually my Mistress didn't mind when I masturbated, as long as it wasn't to her or to anything we have done, for that I would need her permission, but now she was torturing me. We spoke three times before I came to serve her and all three times she had me near tears with arousal, asking me if I had any experience in pleasuring a Mistress orally. Even when she was just talking about something generic, the fact that it was her voice, something I though id never hear again, I found that my penis was bobbing up and down, and at one point even leaking.
The teasing ended over the phone on Sunday night, she had me so hard that I couldn't fall asleep, I though about masturbating, but I couldn't risk it, I was already going to be spanked into next week. So I lay in bed thinking of her voice, and what tomorrow might bring. The next morning I left my house at around 6:45 in the morning (I had laid awake thinking about my Mistress for over half of the extremely frustrating night), showered, panties on, and more than a little frightened.
The train ride to NYC was uneventful, but when I got to Grand Central Station I wasn't sure what stop my mistress had wanted me to get off at, I tried to call her, but she didn't answer, I boarded the train headed for Long beach and hoped I was right. I called my Mistress again at the pre-determined stop but again she didn't answer, by this time it was around 8:50am and she said that I would be punished additionally if I was to show up past 10:00am. I knew I was early, but the next train would have made me late which was unacceptable. Finally my Mistress called me two stops before Long Beach and told me to get off the train and wait at a nearby Starbucks, hearing her voice again made me involuntarily twitch again in my panties.
About a half hour later we met for the first time in months, after I got into her SUV she leaned forward to kiss me, I leaned forward but stopped just short of her lips, she smiled and kissed me, saying she was glad I remembered my training. We stopped at a local diner and had breakfast, we talked to one and other for an hour about almost everything, I couldn't stop smiling. After breakfast she said that now we were going to get pedicures, I was very conflicted internally hearing this, on one hand I was incredibly aroused at the idea, another part of me was thinking about the utter humiliation I would experience at the hands of my Mistress, and some complete strangers. Luckily for me the nail salon my Mistress was going to take me to was closed for the holiday, although I knew this would only shorten the time before my unknown punishments. This was one of the few times I was truly afraid of my Mistress, she is always an authority figure, but the mystery of what was to come, and the fact that my Mistress enjoys listening to me cry out in pain made me as nervous as the day I met her.
When we got to her house I was ordered to strip, as I dropped to my panties I placed my clothes on a chair, out of the corner of my eye I saw an array of toys laid out on a nearby table. In my quick glance I saw a few paddles, some clothespins, and a flogger, but what really caught my eye were a few bundles of rope, and a few rolls of athletic wrap. I have never been bound by my Mistress, I don't feel she needs to bind me to make me stay still, because she doesn't, it's just that I have a great love for bondage, and I had previously never experienced it at her hands.
She walked towards me and began to feel by body, running her hands down my chest, pulling my hair, casually rubbing my penis through my panties. After some more talking she put a gag in my mouth, it didn't completely muffle me, but it turned almost everything to gibberish, then she led me into the bedroom and had me lay across her lap. She began to spank me, I tried to keep count in my head, I lost track somewhere in the thirties, she then stopped and I said "Thank-You Mistress through my gag, she laughed a little and said "You think that was it? Ok, how many days did you go without contacting me?" I tried to think of a number but drew a blank, I replied, "Over 50 Mistress." She said "Ok I'm going to give you a break, ill make it just 50." After 50 had been reached she began to hit me harder, until she broke one of her paddles over my ass, all the while "asking" me to promise that I would never again give up so easily, that I would never lose contact again for so long. I would have promised her anything at that point, I was crying, lying over her lap with my panties around my knees, and it felt like what was left of my ass was bleeding. I had never cried in front of my Mistress, she didn't seem fazed by my tears although im not sure she saw them, my face was flush with her mattress, but after I had, I felt exponentially more comfortable around her. All the fear washed away and I felt for the first time since I "disappeared" like I belonged, it was like Mistress had thrown a thick fur blanket around me, I felt warm all over.
After this ordeal my Mistress made me stand in the corner with my panties down, after about ten minutes of silence behind me I attempted to scratch my leg, almost immediately the silence was shattered by the sound of her quickly walking towards me. She threw my hands up against the wall and spread my legs like I was a criminal (In hindsight, given my actions, that's what I was), as she pressed her body against me she began to grind against my ass, making me moan in pain, and making my cock press firmly against the cold wall in front of me. It was torture, she leaned into me with her full weight and grabbed two handful's of my ass, I though I would cry, she asked "Did I say you could move slut?" (Mistress has been calling me her slut for some time now, because I am always hard for her, and she can always tell when im aroused.) With that she smacked my ass a few more times, and ordered me over a nearby stool. My panties were still down as shuffled over to the stool, after bending over I felt the familiar felling of a lubed finger reaching inside me, my cock felt like a piece of steel, my Mistress was fucking me! She worked the didlo (not a plug) in and out of my ass for a while, then she put a pair of clothespins on my nipples, and then she grabbed my dick (My knees slightly gave out) and put a clothespin on either side of its head. After she was satisfied she had me go to the bathroom and clean the dildo and the gag I was still wearing, but I had to put the dildo back in before I could begin again.
I could see the obvious smile on my Mistress's face when I awkwardly walked into the kitchen, she knew that I was in pain, but she also knew that I deserved it, and so I started the dishes like that, as my Mistress's slutty maid. Knowing what was in my ass she also made me go downstairs to check the laundry; every stair was like a small jolt of electricity in my ass. After the dishes I swept my Mistress's apartment, every time I bent over the clamps on my cock would catch on my panty ruffles, or I would have to manipulate every ass muscle I had to stop the dildo from falling out ( My Mistress said that I DID NOT want to let her dildo come out). Thankfully my Mistress showed me mercy, and before I started to vacuum she allowed me to remove the plug, then she removed the clothespins, one at a time, methodically, making me feel everything (im not sure if she knew it at the time, but when she took the clothespins of my penis, I was very close to cumming, closer than I have ever come while with my Mistress). After vacuuming I was allowed to clean my Mistress's room in depth, which I did with a smile, because I was never allowed to do so in previous trips.
With the cleaning done I kneeled staring at my Mistress's beautiful feet (Which, true to her word, I never even saw outside of her sneakers) as she worked on her computer. After talking for a great deal about what happened that day, and what happened over the last few months, it was unfortunately time for me to leave. My Mistress drove me to the train station with a few minutes to spare so we could talk some more, eventually after I was given permission to kiss my Mistress (Something that calm's me, no matter what the circumstances are) I boarded my train for home. It may be hard for some people to understand but I enjoy being my Mistress's slut, always being hard for her, moaning as im being fucked, begging for permission to masturbate. Just knowing that my name makes it into my Mistress's head at least once a day is an applicable reward
