I am home again, relaxing and catching My breath...it is such a luxury to listen to nothing but silence.

I am picturing you moving quietly preparing a massage area, Soft music, the fireplace blazing and classical music barely noticeable in the background.

You come to me naked, collared and leashed...kneeling quietly at my feet. I indicate that you should turn around placing your head on the floor and ass in the air. I have you spread your ass cheeks and smile to myself as you struggle to keep your balance. Yet you obey and I am pleased.

You feel the cold thick gel on the end of the black inflatable butt plug as it circles your puckering anus. Placing my booted foot on your upturned ass to add a little more domination, the plug gently but deliberately sliding in and out of your ass just the tip at a time to begin with. I am proud of you as you whimper and moan, and prouder still that you do not try to escape my intentions.

Over a 15 minute time span the constant slow in and out movements become deeper and deeper until it is fully inserted. I just ~~smile~~ softly at the single tear that drops from your eye to the foot of my highly polished boot. "Lick it up slave boy, now". Quick to obey your tongue is loving as it removes that tiny wet stain.

I instruct you to to keep your head on the floor as I take the bulb for inflating the plug into my hand...with each squeeze of the bulb you feel the internal pressure build up till it is almost unbearable. Now you will give me the longest most sensational massage I have ever had by a butt plugged male my pp.

You stretch your arms and fingers lifting the bottle of warm oil drizzling a thin line of its luscious decadence along both sides of my spine. Stretching forward, moving the fluid from the small of my back to my shoulder blades reminds you of the inflated plug in your ass. I smile at your moans, knowing that with each movement the plug will brush against the prostrate and an eventual forced orgasm if it pleases me. If not, you will endure the never ending 'edge' of pleasure that becomes agonizing obedience for my pleasure.

My moans mix with yours though our reasons are different. I am hungry for your mouth on my body, I turn over and beckon you to my breasts. With soft lips you worship as I give the inflatable plug one more gasp of air. Your pleasure has gone back to endurance...I feel it in your mouth...the changes in your tongue's ability to please. I will be patient while you adjust...maybe.

It is wonderful to be me, a fleeting thought. Your devotion has never been in question even after all these years. Submission and surrender are intoxicating aphrodiasiacs to a Woman like myself and so many I share my day dreams with.

As your mouth laps greedily I dislodge your lips, fingers wrapped possessively in your hair I pull you to mine. Bruising your vulnerable trusting open mouth with lustful desire knowing the butt plug torments you while your need to please and be found pleasing keeps you at my feet day after day.

But tonight I have other things on my mind. Your future trainings as you feel the slashing heat of my whip, the soft whisper of promise that is an addiction all its own. Pointing to the floor, my eyes holding yours I am pleased when you sink to your knees, hands behind your naked trembling back, chin in the air, and finally your eyes drop.

Contemplate your future my slave as owned property. Valuable property but property none the less.