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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= A Snapshot Into The Life (Part II of II)
The third picture needs some background. At this point, Kathryn and I
had agreed that I should be her slave one weekend per month. The first
weekend. I'ld do whatever she said from whenever she got home on Friday until
midnight on Sunday-Monday. We had some standard rules. When she came home, I was to be dressed
in only my collar (bolted on), and a jock strap. My, my did she like that
jock strap. . . That's how I was to be dressed unless otherwise ordered. I must always adress her as "Kathryn". "Mistress" was also acceptable. I must (of course) obey her every order, quickly and to the best of my
ability. She would refrain from anything painfull, unless it was a punishment for
something real. She'ld also take care of the birth control. And the last one. The one that started the whole thing that weekend.
I couldn't come without permission. And there I was, first weekend in. . . May it was. Spread eagled to the
bed, Kathryn astride me after an evening of wonderfull fufillment. Wonderfull
fufillment for HER that is. *I* only got masterfully TEASED through the hours.
She'ld finally allowed me inside of her. It felt WONDERFULL pumping up and
down inside of her. There was enough slack on the ropes for me to buck a bit,
and bucking I was! In short order, my cock was ready to show it's appreciation
to Kathryn and give it's gift. I squezed out "Mmmmaaay I cooome Kathryyynnn?" She stared me right in the eye and said "No! You may NOT come." She
re-doubled her efforts on pumping up and down on me. I squirmed, trying to
escape. I HAD to come! I whispered out "Pllleeease! May I come?" She again stared me in the eye, smiling with a "Slave, do NOT come."
My only reply. . . "Foooorrrgiiiivvve mmmeee, Mmmiissttrrrrrrr. . .", and then
I tensed, my eyes blanked, and I enjoyed the beautifull feeling of orgasm. When the mental clouds cleared, I opened my eyes. Kathryn was smiling
down at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. "You're going to PAY for that,
SLAVE! You disobeyed a DIRECT command!. . . Maybe I'll wait until NEXT time to
punish you. Give you time to reflect on your mis-deeds." I wondered what she
had in mind, what was in store for me next month. . . After about a week, I totally forgot what she'ld promised. I thought she
did too. Guys? Never. EVER. NEVER underestimate your wife's memory. THAT
