Eight Days in a Binding Contract

Monday. Sir Michael is not a big drinker although he’ll have a beer or two socially if the night calls for it. I don’t know if he had enjoyed any beers with his friend last night. It’s just as likely he consumed just as many bottles of water or Dr. Pepper. To the point, he must have consumed plenty of liquids while entertaining as by morning I had dried him three times.

I completed my normal morning regiment. The clothes laid out for me were my work clothes. Sitting on top of them was my chastity device and its lock, opened. I put it on and secured it. Then put on my clothes and went in for my bowl of flakes with key in hand. While eating I was informed that Sir Michael had two financial planning business appointments today and that he would be gone for most of the day. He had a list of chores for me to complete. I was shown what I was to do, what his expectations were, reminded that servitude takes many forms and to not disappoint him, and he was soon gone. I was going to have a non-bondage day. I was pleased that there was also nothing in my butt. It was getting a bit worn out and sore. I was also going to make sure I didn’t give him any reasons to discipline me if I could. If he was going to do it, I wanted it to be for the reason that it was bringing him pleasure alone not because I need to be punished.

My assignments were both household chores and a painting project. If I got them all finished before he arrived back home, I could watch porn afterward, but only what was preset on his desk computer, I wasn’t to surf on my own. He said he also made me a bagged lunch to eat. It turned out to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a couple of pretzels, an apple, and a bottle of water.

My household chores were to do the dishes, clean the kitchen including wiping up its tile floor, clean both bathrooms including counters, sinks, toilets, showers and tile floors. I was to dust throughout the house then vacuum the carpets. I was to then soak all our solid toys in a water-bleach solution and the ones that had motors or electronics like the vibrators or electro-bullets with chlorine whips, after soaking I was to rewash them with soap and water and dry them. He was straight forward with the instructions with no weird demands like clean to toilets with your tongue or provided any threats like he would hang me upside down on the cross if I failed the post inspection. He showed me where all the cleaning supplies and vacuum were kept.

My outside project was to scrap, sand and paint a garden bench that had weathered and was starting to peel. He showed me the paint, drop-cloth, sandpaper, brushes stir-stick and scraper. Here he did make a comment of how I would enjoy the stir-stick better on my butt, but that was all.

And he left. He does need to make a living. I do know he had planned in general to have a lite work week. His parting words were “Be good and be naked when I get back ready to please me.”

I did the chores first. There was a lot of housework to do, and it took most of the morning. It was easy work as Sir Michael keeps an immaculately clean house. Job completed with no issues. The garden bench project required considerable scraping of the slats, then a lot of sanding to make the boards smooth and properly prepped for paint and then painted with a latex semi-gloss white. I was done the scraping when I broke for my lunch. I ate my sandwich and pretzels and drank my water. I knew I could refill the bottle from the sink should I want more. Master had preached hydration the last couple of days, it would be ok with Sir. I saved the apple for a midafternoon snack. The sanding and painting also was completed without a hitch. Sir Michael may want a second coat, but the project doesn’t look bad with one. I put the bench up on small boards to dry and I cleaned up making sure here were no paint chip or drops left behind. I cleaned the paint brush and my hands and arms and put everything away. I made a final inspection of all my work to make sure I didn’t miss anything and went to the bedroom to watch the porn.

I took my clothes off and with a wet washcloth gave myself a sponge bath so I would be fresh for Sir Michael. It had been warm outside. I sit watching the porn, waiting for Sir Michael to return. I don’t get how two men sucking on each other is exciting, I am watching a 69 being performed by a couple of 20-something-year-old well-endowed men: zero arousal. Well, I assume Sir Michael gets nothing from two 20-year-old girls doing it either. To each his own.

I hear Sir Michael come in the front door, so I immediately drop down to my knees facing the bedroom with my mouth open and tongue slightly sticking out. He had said as he left to be ready to please him, I’m guessing this is what he means. It’s a few minutes before he enters the room and puts down his briefcase. He looks at me, smiles, then says “Good little bitch, by the way, the bench looks great, what I’ve seen of the house so far is good too. Close your mouth, I need it rested. Stay here.” And he heads back to the front of the house. Lacking further instructions, I stay where I am on my knees. He returns with an energy bar and a bottle of water, sitting it on his desk. He gazes at the porn a bit then says, “Eat and drink that,” he hands me a key and adds, “Then unlock yourself and take that off, pee if you need to and go out on the deck.”

I do as I’m instructed. It ends up what I just ate was my dinner, at least today I had lunch. I wait in the atrium, standing in the middle and wondering what is in store for the night. Sir Michael arrives shortly after I do and tells me to assume my spread-eagle position and I am secured again with the same cuffs and chains I was bound with on Friday. He puts a small pillow under my neck so my head is comfortably tilted forward. Sir Michael is gone a long time, probably an hour, maybe more. That evening, as we had many casual one-way conversations that he had cooked and ate his dinner and then showered during this time.  

The atrium is a nice place to be. Although it is enclosed on the sides, it is open at the top, so a nice breeze can come in, you can hear quiet outside sounds of the world, and if you are on your back on the deck you can look up and see the sky. The sun is starting to set as it is about 7:30 in the evening. And despite being tied down its nice. Sir Michael makes his return naked with a cock ring around his penis. He pulls over one of his lounge chairs near me, puts a beach towel on it and sits down. He has placed his chair so he is looking down at me and with my head tilted I can see him. He begins talking with me, rather to me. He is also nonchalantly rubbing and pulling on his dick. He is chatting about his workday and about some of his friends. He talks about how he likes to relax after a long day. He gets on the subject of what makes him relax the most. It is when his buddy comes over and gives him rim jobs. I heard about this good friend many times on the phone. He is a frequent visitor whose fetish is licking men’s butts. And he is particularly fond of Sir Michael’s, licking him to extasy almost weekly. You can hear the excitement in Sir Michael’s voice as he describes it, he’s sincere. Getting rim jobs is his thing. He doesn’t mind giving them either if it is a clean butt, but getting one, oh-la-la. He tells me it’s something I need to learn to do, and I have a bad feeling.

It is now nearly dark. He gets up from his chair and goes into the garage. He comes back out kneels down behind my head and says, “Open your mouth my sweet little bitch.” I do, but I get an additional command of “Wider.” I open as wide as I can, and he slips in my rubber ring gag behind my teeth. He efficiently and firmly buckles it behind my head, then repositions the pillow under my head and goes back to his chair. He continues chatting about rimming while casually stroking his semi erect dick. He talks about what at he likes about them, how kinky some of the givers are in what they like, he talks about how one’s lips are used, how the tongue is used, what different tongue strokes there are, what darting into the hole is like, how far you can get in the hole. He talks about health and cleaning. He talks about the different chairs that are available and how to do it without a chair. He’s a practiced expert. There is both calmness and excitement in his voice. Me, I just lay here outside bound tightly with locked cuffs and chains spread eagle and naked with a ring gag forcing my mouth wide open, and a bit concern about the inevitable that is going to happen.

Sir Michael gets back up and heads to the garage again bringing with him what I feared, his rimming chair that was in the corner of his dungeon. He sits it down next to his lounger. He goes back into the garage and comes back with two white bags of some sort, puts them behind me and then sits back down himself. He goes back to chatting, this time about all the features and adjustments of the rim-chair. And I wait.

Finally, the inevitable comes. As Sir Micheal continues to talk, he takes one of the bags he brought out and lays it flat against my left ear and then puts the other flat against my other ear. I push against them and there is no movement. They seem to be sand-bags and my head is stuck; my ability to move my head and neck side to side is gone. He sets his chair over my face and adjusts the legs to his satisfaction. I look up and see the bottom of a steel commercial style toilet seat. He’s taking his good old time as I lay there internally fretting. I want to be forced to do sexual things I do not otherwise want to do. I am sure now that having an ass sitting on my face tops that list of things I do not want, and I am about to have no choice in it happening. I check my restraints again.

Sir Michael finally gets to it and sits down in his rim chair. As he settles in, he is still stoking his semi-erect member. His butt is about two inches, maybe less, from my face. I can see up and down his crack. I see the base of his balls and his moving bag as he pulls on his dick. And I can see his hole. It is perfectly aligned with my mouth. “Beautiful isn’t it” he says. I say nothing. He then says “Now arch up your neck and put out your tongue. And don’t stick your tongue out like it’s a pointy little dagger. That’s not wise. Flatten your tongue right out, and do long slow licks, start about halfway between my anus and scrotum go all the way up at the top of my butt.” He gave me the instructions as a coach would. And I do nothing in response to instructions. I feel him lean forward and WACK, my dick and balls are hit by a multi-tailed flogger. I jump. “You asleep” “No Sir.” And he starts again, “Now arch up your neck and put out your tongue, make it flat and make a slow lick up my crack.” I haven’t moved, I see his butt rise forward off the chair and WACK, my dick and nuts are struck again. It’s painful. He settles in again. “Now I’m not playing, arch up your neck and stick out your tongue.”

He must have been looking down at my face and saw no immediate movement and he says, “OK we will try this another way.” He gets up from his chair and changes the adjustment of the legs. It has now been set a good two inches lower. Not good news, I know what the result of this adjustment will be. And I now understand the ring gag. He sits down and his butt presses against my face. I instantly know I’m in trouble and I test out my fear; I try to breath in, and I can’t as he is tight down and has sealed me off, both my mouth and nose, with his butt cheeks. Strangely my very next thought is God, please don’t let him fart. I try wiggling my face around but he’s holding me tight. Now I know he won’t suffocate me for real and I know I’m going to eventually do it. Plus, I have licked my wife’s anus while having oral sex with her, so come on this is no big deal. And so, my tongue reaches through the ring gag and rubs up and down his hole. He has just showered, and he is clean, thank God. He makes me work for almost a full minute before he pulls up and lets me gasp a breath. “So are we going to continue at this height of should I raise the chair back up,” he quietly asks. I can’t clearly state my wishes with the ring gag in, but he gets the idea that I do want the chair back up and he puts it back.

He is now back in his seat with his butt two inches or so above me and he says, “Now lean your neck forward and put out your tongue flat… I try to follow his instructions and he continues to talk, telling me what is working and what isn’t, how to reposition my head and neck up and down to change angles. I can’t move it side to side, He says to throw in my nose or chin to pleasure the butt crack while I eat his ass. He tells me not to nibble on the bumhole, it is not enjoyable, it hurts, no teeth. He directs me to go slower and use my tongue to create circles around his booty and then I am to try and insert my tongue inside his hole. I’ve been trying to avoid penetration and as soon as he feels me starting to travel back up towards his scrotum with my tongue, I feel the tell tail sign of incoming punishment as he leans forward and WACK. My tongue is back at his hole in an instant, pushing its way in. I hear, “That’s better cunt.”

Instructions continue and my skills improve. We get to a point where the lesson has finished, and I am actually doing well enough to give him pleasure. And so, we continue with the Dominant being pleasured by his submissive. My tongue and face are fatiguing, this is work, but Sir Michael is providing encouragement and I keep at it. I am concentrating hard, so my mind isn’t running interference. Sir is ohhhing and ahhhing a lot now and starts to stroke his meat in earnest, it takes about another five minutes, but he unloads and I feel the results dripping down onto my chest just below my neck and it then runs down onto the base of my neck in a pool. I stop licking his crack and hole, and I hear, “No, don’t stop yet. He milks his dick for about another minute as I struggle to keep my worn-out tongue going. He makes sounds of post organum ecstasy. Leans back in his chair and says to me. “You did well Cunt, thank you. I will provide you with a reward for making me cum” He stands up then he picks up his flogger and in rapid fire whips first my right nipple once, then my left and then my balls three times hard. I’m as surprised as I am in instant pain. Agreed, categorized as moderate pain, a three, but real, real close to an off limits four pain. It does subside fairly fast. Thank goodness I did a good job, hate to think how a bad job would be punished. I don’t really understand it though.

The chair is moved away and the bags taken up. He then heads into the bedroom. He comes back a few minutes later with some lube. He goes right to work on my member with his hand and lube, he’s good and I am quickly in heaven pulling hard on my bonds loving every minute of it. It doesn’t take long, and I shoot my load too. Sir Michael gets up from his kneeling position and says, “Stay there, relax, go to sleep if you want, I need a snack.” A lay there gazing at stars, thinking of the wild week, with Sir Michael’s cum drying on my chest and neck and mine down my dick and on in my navel. I drift off to sleep.

I am woken by Sir Michael as he removes one of my ankle cuffs. The others are removed, and I am freed. No idea how long I had sleep, Sir Michael said he’s been watching television for about an hour. I am let up, stiff and still very tired. I am directed to complete my nightly routine. My placid slimy dick is locked in his cage, my hands secured, with my body still cum painted and I lay down in my shower stall with the door closed and light off.