Eight Days in a Binding Contract

Sunday morning. Today started as what will now become my new normal. I’m sitting patiently in the dark with my wool blanket wrapped under and around me with the pillow behind my back to keep me off the cold tile wall and floor while waiting for Sir Michael’s arrival. My wrists are cuffed in front of me and my chastity device in place as I have neither the keys nor the permission to remove them. My body is still on East Coast time, so I am wide awake. Sir Michael eventually appears, naked, as is his sleeping routine. Dim light from his front bathroom area illuminates my sleeping quarters. “Hold me like you did yesterday, Bitch.” I quickly get up from the shower and kneel next to the toilet. I gently take hold of his member and point it into the bowl. “I think you should kiss it first today. I know you’ve been dreaming about it all night. What a shame you don’t have such a magnificent dick of your own to hold and kiss every day.” This one-way banter doesn’t bother me. We have been teasing each other about our dick sizes since college.

I kiss the side of his flaccid dick, which does nothing to excite me, and he begins to go. It’s so much easier to hold him with my hand when my wrists are cuffed together in front of me. It gives me full movement of my arms. I have the aim of his stream directed so that it hits the inside of the bowl above the water. “Point it toward the water, you should hear the piss, it’s part of you experiencing servitude,” I am told. I redirect. He takes a while and when done he says, “Don’t shake it dry, lick it dry.” I hesitate, a long pause as I don’t want to do this. “Lick it now or I’ll have you lick the rim and drink from the bowl! Listen Cunt, you agreed to without hesitation and without question do as I command, to do what gives me pleasure, pussy. You licking my dick dry will give me pleasure. Do it.” As he says this, he puts his hand on the back of my head and starts to pull me downward; not sure if it’s toward the bowl or his dick. 

In hindsight I’m pretty sure he was not serious about the threat, although he said it all with a full authoritarian voice. It was said quickly, almost like it was practiced, planned. He knew what my likely reaction would be, so he was testing if I still had the resolve, the want, to continue this servitude fantasy before we started today’s activities. He is a pretty bright cookie. And he is my friend, he would not do anything he thought I really, really didn’t want or could do. Notice I said what ‘he’ believed I wanted or could do. I also believe he wants to push my limits while I’m here as I will never get a chance elsewhere. Plus, I’m sure he wants to get pleasure and satisfaction from our week’s adventure too, so some of the things that he was going to do to me had to interest, titillate, or sexually arouse his kinks too. I think he is getting a kick out of being the Dominant, either that or he was one heck of an actor.

Back to his dribbling dick, not taking chances, I put out my tongue and leaned in and licked the tip of his dick. Just a drop or two were there. I glided my tongue back and forth along his slit so there wouldn’t be further complaints. 

Urine isn’t awful, but not pleasant either. A little bitter, maybe salty, a sour flavor, hard to describe. I have tasted my own a couple of times before as I played my home bondage games. It’s why I had no objections to it appearing in the contract yet is one that I didn’t think would be acted on. Sometimes it has a stronger taste, usually earlier in the day. I guess it depends on how well one is hydrated and how long it has been resting in your bladder. While I just had a drop or so of his, my taste buds were retaining the essence. It’s morning so it’s a little strong, I’m fine. I guess we are all different in what we produce, but his sample seemed somewhat distinct from how I remember mine.

We are done in here, so I’m sent to the bedroom, released from my device and cuffs, and while Sir is unlocking me I am told to do my stretches, shower and douche, shave, etc.

Then I am handed a rather small butt plug. It appears unusual to me. This one is very pliable, flexible and smooth, nearly clear and shaped like a chubby bent thumb and just a bit longer than one too. It narrows slightly whereas it attaches to its base just like a regular plug so it will stay in place. As I gaze at it, I’m told I’ll like it and that it will help me not regress back to a tight ass. I am told to put the plug in with minimal lube, then dress in shorts and a tee-shirt that he has picked from the clothes that I brought. I comply.

The plug feels nice, soft, springy and molded like how I think my lower rectal track is shaped. Sir Michael announces we are headed out. I am to remember I am in servitude and to do whatever he says, but for the time we are out we are not to speak about week; conversations are to be about the other facets of our lives or about the world. We have many stops, generally errands he needs to complete, but he also heads to places that he thinks I might want to see. He also drives through Hillcrest, a popular and well know gay section of San Diego. At the time, I had no inkling that we would be back again, and he didn’t give any hints. Another thing we hit were two adult toy stores, both of which had large selections of leather goods, toys, bondage gear and discipline paraphernalia. As we had ample supplies at home, we didn’t need to make any purchases. It was hard being in the stores without speaking about the week. It was fun exploring and it reenergized my zest for what could be upcoming. We had lunch too, something I hadn’t had the last two days. Little did I know it was because I wasn’t getting dinner this evening, only an energy bar.

One other stop was at Home Depot again. He purchased an eight-foot 2x6. He was very choosy about the one he selected, then he had them cut into three pieces, one five feet long and the other two being 18 inches each. I asked him what they were for, but he got me off the question without answering.

Sir Michael suggested we take a nice hike in a large park he often goes to that has beautiful vistas and panoramas and that the other hikers were often hot guys. There were nice panoramas and vistas, I wouldn’t know if the men we passed were hot, some of the women were. By the way, that little plug is still there and is no trouble, actually comfortable, doesn’t make walking miserable, it was just that the plug moved within me as we hiked along, giving me the weirdest sensations including making me feel like I needed to constantly use the facilities. We finished up the hike and I was told we better head home as I had another busy night ahead of me.