Finally, after a long while my Mistress
and I have a day off together. I looked forward
to this day, knowing she will take her chance of
abusing me and using and make me do all these things
for her she enjoys so much. After a slow and unusual
cool breakfast she ordered me to clean up and get
dressed for a day out to the museum. "Oh and
darling, there are some new pants for you in your
closet. Wear them". Excited of getting a present.
A bit disappointed of having to go to a museum.
I cleaned while I heard her shower. I wondered what
kind of pants it would be.
Opening the closet I saw the little package. So
small, it made me wonder even more. I opened it
up and could not believe my eyes. The inside of
the pants was filled with little needles. I took
a deep breath; not able to believe I had to wear
this all day. Slowly I took it on. Shivering when
it touched my cock. I heard my Mistress in the hall.
"Hurry up love, we don't have all day".
And as fast as possible I dressed myself without
moving too much. When I entered the hall she smiled
at me. I stumbled "I can not believe this".
She stroked my hair and whispered "Don't be
afraid, what can happen to you in a Museum???"
Too much can happen in a museum. In the
elevator she stood to close to me. Secretly she
glided her hand under my shirt, scratching a little.
When we watched the paintings she winked me close
and whispered all these nasty sexy things in my
ear that made my cock grow. And sometimes she stood
so close not only my muscles strained. I had to
fight my tears. It made her smile in a way I had
not seen her for long. When the evening fell we
left.
We were walking down the steps of the museum
"Come on, tamed, let's eat out, what do you
say?" "Sure," I said while trying
to move my cock into a more comfortable position.
"Mistress Di, I hate these pants!"
"Well, that's the whole idea, my
darling slave. Your cock, like everything else about
you, is mine to play with. I like the faces you
make when the needles do their work!" Laughing
loudly she kissed me on the lips forcing her tongue
in. Forgetting myself I responded, but soon the
needles started torturing my cock, and I began to
squirm away from
SLAVE!!!," she hissed at me, sharply,
but without raising her voice. Obediently I began
kissing her again while the tears welled up in my
eyes. She gave herself completely to the pleasure
of the kiss, her eyes closed, pushing me into a
corner of the building where she began fondling
me: massaging my butt, reaching between my legs,
reaching up my shirt and playing with my nipples.
By that time I was in frenzy, and my cock was getting
eaten alive by the needles. She leaned into me harder
and harder, increasing my discomfort. I felt she
was going to undress and fuck me right there. All
of a sudden she stopped and looked up at me with
a mischievous smile: "A little uncomfortable,
slave?
Come on, let's go to the Osaka, they have back rooms,
you can be my little geisha man!" She was enjoying
herself a great deal, chatting animatedly on the
way to the restaurant. "I loved these paintings!
Made me feel like I was in the Provence, in the
sun ... Wouldn't that be nice, Tamed?" The
exhibit had moved me too, and I was glad to be talking
about something non-sexual. Finally we got to the
restaurant. The owner, a middle-aged Japanese woman,
seemed to know her: "Ahhhh, nice to see you,
Mrs. Di. What pleasure!" "Hello Mrs. Ikamuri,
how are you? This is Tamed; he will be serving me
dinner tonight. Are any of the back rooms available?"
"Shuh, shuh, always for you, Mrs. Di."
Mrs. Ikamuri didn't seem to find anything strange
about the fact that Mistress had brought a personal
servant to the restaurant. In fact, after showing
Mistress to one of the back rooms she ushered me
into the kitchen and instructed me to take off all
my clothes except the pants: "You take off
everything but pants, understand?
That's what Mrs. Di want, understand?" "Yes,
Mrs. Ikamuri." "When you bring food, you
kneel, and smile, understand?" "Yes, Mrs.
Ikamuri." "Come on, come on, get undressed!
Mrs. Di hate waiting, understand?" As I hurried
to obey, she already set the first set of appetizers
on a platter: miso soup and California rolls. "You
feed Mrs. Di, ok? If she unhappy, you bring dish
back here and we replace, understand?" I didn't
bother to answer but simply nodded. As I carried
the tray through the restaurant, none of the other
guests seemed to notice anything strange about me.
They continued eating and chatting. In the back
room Mistress was reclining in a set of very comfortable-looking
cushions. "Oh my handsome geisha man,"
she giggled as I set down the tray and knelt before
her. "Come on, feed your owner, geisha boy,
I'm very hungry."
She ate the soup and the first few rolls quickly.
I found the act of feeding her very erotic, and
my cock began straining once again against the needles.
She briefly glanced at me, and threw one of the
California rolls she had bitten into on the floor:
"Here is for my geisha boy, eat, come. But
don't use your hands; eat off the floor like a dog.
Come on .." She continued throwing me food
scraps. The next piece of sushi landed between her
knees and I felt a growing excitement as I picked
it up with my lips. Then she dropped a shrimp roll
right into her crotch: "Eat it," she commanded,
her voice thick with excitement now. And she didn't
wait for me to bend down put pushed my face into
her crotch. How sweet and strong it smelled already.
She shoved me right under her skirt: "Eat ...
me .... little ... geisha boy!" And I obeyed
so eagerly.
The pain in my crotch and the pleasure of sucking
the pussy of my divine owner melting into one powerful
sensation I came without even touching myself, greedily
panting and licking between the legs of Mistress
Di. When she finally released me from between her
legs I thought I saw the room curtain move. Had
Mrs. Ikamuri seen the whole thing? "Come on
slave, next course," my beautiful Mistress
commanded.
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