Finally, the door opens and you smile down at me. You turn and walk back inside and I follow on my hands and knees. When you stop and turn, I press my lips to your beautiful mound, kiss it gently and softly greet you, "Good evening, Mistress."

You stroke my cheek and run your fingers through my hair.

I tell you, "You look beautiful, Mistress." You smile silently.

"Stand," you command.

You unfasten my belt, unbotton my pants, and lower them to my knees, exposing my hard cock.

You run your fingers lightly over my smooth, shaven cock and balls. "How long has it been, my pet?"

"Two weeks," I answer.

You fondle my balls, feeling how swollen they are and a smile comes across your face.

My cock twitches as you hold my balls, stretching them away from my body.

"Have you been a good boy, pet?"

I bow my head and shake it, indicating no.

"I played with myself twice, Mistress, without permission."

You place your hand under my chin and lift my head, looking deep into my eyes. "Did you cum, pet?"

"No, Mistress. I just touched it twice, teasing myself while I thought of you."

"I am sorry to hear that, pet," you inform me, "that is going to add two weeks."

"But, Mistress," I protest.

You look at me sternly. "There is no debate about this."

I nod, head lowered, "Yes, Mistress."

"Now, we need to get ready."

"Spread your legs and clasp your hands behind your back," you instruct.

With some effort, you manage to snap a leather band around my balls, just below the base of my cock. It is very tight, and has a small silver ring attached.

I squirm as you rub my balls.

You take a long length of string and tie it very tightly around the head of my cock, winding it several times, and tying it tightly. You wind the length of string in a coil and place it over my cock, like a small hoop.

"Get dressed," you command.

We walk silently downstairs. I follow a few steps behind, quickly rushing forwad to open doors for you.

I hail a cab and once inside, sit with my knees spread and hands behind my back. As we ride, you fondle my swollen cock, teasing me to the brink of orgasm and leaving me right at the brink.

You look at me mischievously. "There is something sticky on my shoe," you say, tilting the black pump to the side.

I look at you, teary-eyed, feeling the frustration deep inside.

"Well?" you say impatiently.

I look at you, telling you with my eyes "Please don't make me do this."

I whimper softly and get down on my hands and knees in the cab. I barely fit, but manage to press my head down, beside your shoe.

I close my eyes and extend my tongue toward the dark sticky spot on your shoe.

I hesitate and feel your other shoe, pressing on the back of my head, easing me down.

Your hands grab my wrists, pinning them together behind my back.

I scrunch my face and lick the sole of your pump, cleaning the sticky spot, licking and feverishly sucking, trying desperately to clean your shoe.

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