Releasing Mistress’s Frustrations Ch. 02

However, Mistress has more plans for me. She increases the power of the electricity and continues to press the wand into the head of my cock which is now tremendously sensitive. "Well, I think your cock needs a little more attention after giving it such pleasure. A little post-orgasm torture is good for your training. Don't you agree slut?" I'm asked. Taking a deep breath, I answer, "Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." I feel the electricity starting to increase. Anticipating the imminent pain is almost as bad as the pain itself. Almost, but not quite. I'm screaming again, this time in pain rather than pleasure.

The pain stops. Mistress takes the wand away from my cock and switches off the electricity. She withdraws the dildo from my abused ass. I lie there, drained both physically and mentally. The cord connected to the parachute ball stretcher is untied, relieving the stress on my balls. Mistress unclips the parachute and then gently, but purposefully massages my balls. She stretches the cock ring and pushes my balls through it, releasing them and lifts the rubber ring off my shriveling cock. Then with utmost care, Mistress rolls the condom up my cock, but doesn't take it off completely. She loosens the two conductive loops on my cock, then presses along my urethra to push all the waiting cum into the condom. When she believes she's transferred all my juice, she finally removes the condom. Moving to my head, Mistress moves my medical mask, then places a hand under my jaw and prizes my mouth open. "Make sure you don't miss a drop slut," she orders as she upends the condom over my mouth. My cum dribbles from the condom. Most drops into my waiting mouth, but some lands on my lips. "Lick it up slut, and make sure you swallow it all." I comply, not for the first-time experiencing the ultimate submission in completing a task that I'd have gladly agreed to before my orgasm.

When the condom is empty, and I've swallowed all my cum, Mistress releases the nipple clamps. Again, pain accompanies the blood as it flows back into the tissue. Mistress massages my nipples and presses them into my chest, exacerbating the pain. Then she takes the hood off my head. I close my eyes in response to the brightness that hits them, then blink several times as they adjust. The cuffs on my wrists and ankles are undone for the first time in several hours. Finally, Mistress removes the adhesive electro-pads from my buttocks. Once again, I'm completely naked. Mistress hands me some tissues to wipe up any stray juice.

After, recovering for a couple of minutes, Mistress asks me to stand up. Cautiously, I lean forward to grab the chains near my legs and pull myself forward. My feet hit the ground and I stand, but keep hold of the chains for a few seconds, as I feel slightly light-headed. Mistress gives me a bottle of water that I thankfully gulp down.

"Time for a shower," says Mistress, so I move towards the bathroom, open the door, and go inside. I'm about to close the door when I realize that Mistress is following me. "Take off your mask, then get into the shower stall. Kneel down facing the shower, arms behind your back, close your eyes and bow your head," Mistress orders. This is a completely new experience, but I do as ordered. Mistress follows me into the shower stall and stands in front of me. I hear her undoing a zip near my head and realize it's in the crotch of her latex catsuit. She moves forward, so that she's almost touching the top of my head, then spreads her legs to the width of the stall. I can smell latex combined with Mistress's aroma.

"I told you I would be using you to release my frustrations and my tension. You've been very helpful in that regard. However, there's one more thing I need to release. Though I can't brand you, I expect this will leave an indelible psychological mark." Mistress places her hands on the side of my head, grasping the hair, then pulls it down and forward so it's underneath her crotch. I feel, then smell a warm stream of her urine trickling on to the top of my head, soaking into my hair, then dribbling down my back. As the stream continues, Mistress starts to tilt my head back. "Keep your eyes firmly closed, open your mouth widely and push out your tongue," Mistress instructs. Slowly, as my head is tilted back, the stream stops going down my back but rather dribbles down the sides of my head, past my ears. Then it starts down my face, across my forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, top lip, on to my tongue and into my mouth. Some misses my mouth and trickles down my chest. I am completely bathed in Mistress's essence. Finally, the golden stream lands directly in my mouth and I need to swallow continually to avoid becoming flooded. The hot, salty, pungent liquid continues to flow, and I continue to swallow it all. At last it ends. Mistress angles my head so it's facing the floor again and releases her grip on my hair. A sensuous, "Impressive slave. It seems you have a taste for me," is my reward. "Thank you, Mistress," I reply.

"Retain this position with your eyes shut until you hear me close the bathroom door," I'm told. I sense Mistress leaving the stall, then washing her hands at the sink. Then the bathroom door is closed.

I stay kneeling for several minutes, luxuriating in my servile state. My body hurts in multiple places. All my muscles ache as though I'd just run a marathon, and I'm completely covered and surrounded by the touch and aroma of Mistress's urine.

Eventually, I open my eyes and cautiously stand up. Closing the shower door, I turn on the water and shudder as I'm hit by an ice-cold cascade. I alter the temperature dial and soon the water is that perfect temperature, just short of scalding hot. I let the water flow over me. Taking some shampoo, I start to wash, removing all external signs of Mistress's dominance. I smile broadly, content in the knowledge that I serve the perfect Mistress!