Chapter 3

Despite having emptied my balls, my cock was soon stiff once more as I duly licked Blanche's sticky, and now a little stinky, pussy clean; she made me do such a thorough job, I was not released until she had achieved a second orgasm at my expense. The realisation that she was going to receive this service for at least a fortnight, and she was to start by caning me in front of her friends later, had her very excited indeed. She was realising she had left it too long before acquiring a lowly male to torment and she was relishing displaying her power in punishing me later. When finally sated she had me kneel down, my face to the floor in front of the chair while she alighted from it. I was allowed to look up only whilst re-fitting her sandals for her; just this simple act of servility had my cock stiffening again, as I humbly fastened each leather strap for this magnificent and superior woman. She tutted as she evidently surveyed the soiled chair.

"You are going to need a drink of water to keep your tongue nice and moist. You stay right there and I shall get you a glass." I heard her feet clack down the hall and flush some water into a glass from the kitchen. I so wanted to look at her as she strutted, but cowered in my position knowing I would have plenty of views of her gorgeous anatomy over the next fortnight; I was truly beginning to enjoy my submission to her, and had all but forgotten my wife; her shapely daughter, completely. I trembled a little as I heard her clack back, but the next noises I heard sent a shiver up my spine, and had my cock as stiff as it had been earlier. The first sound was a soft clattering of sticks against each-other; the umbrella stand! The next was the threatening yet erotic whoosh of a spiteful cane cutting the air. My arse clenched tightly at the plug; I must have been an almost irresistible target for a dominant woman with a new slave. I jumped as she touched my cheeks with the cane; was she to thrash me now? She chuckled wickedly as I jerked in fear.

"You may look up now. I have some water for you, and a nice big blue pill you must take; I want to make sure you thoroughly entertain all my friends before you are caged again tonight." I now realised the true purpose of the water, the 'dry tongue' scenario being just a ruse. Blanche smiled contentedly as I downed the tablet; she had no need to tell me what it was. She stood, cane in hand, looking utterly dominant in the black nylon, breasts heaving generously as she watched her new toy. I had no need for Viagra at that point; my cock was rigid in the presence of my formidable mistress. Blanche laughed as she stroked my erection with her cane while I finished the water.

"Good boy! We want you nice and stiff for the next few hours; you'll be begging to have the cage back on by the time the ladies have finished with you!" She pointed to a table with her cane and then gestured that I put the glass on it. I did so, and then felt the sting of her cane for the first time. I gasped as my new owner dealt me a cursory stroke to remind me just who was in charge.