Wamdom Delivery (Mistress sploshing you.)

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A Dom's work is never done:

I came off the phone with a client, he's a guy, been to visit several times, he's booked a sploshing session, I'll need
to tidy the dungeon slightly, not that it's untidy, it's the fact that we need more space to put the pool out. I may
get the maid to do this, I'll have to see how time progresses. This man likes a one on one tit for tat style session, plenty of
pies in the face and private parts, I've done them before, mostly with this guy, he obviously has a fetish for it, myself
personally, I like play with custard, the feeling of it washing over me, especially if I'm wearing latex or PVC, makes my body
get arroused, plus the shiny effect does no harm! As a dom, I don't give the game away too much that I enjoy it, otherwise
he might think he's getting the upper hand and we wouldn't want that now would we. I also like the way my breasts stand out
in either latex or pvc, the clients love it for obvious reasons, they just want the candy from the shop window. You can tell
it gets the endorphins going in their system, their eyes go slightly wide, you get subtle signs from their body posture, all
of these give the game away to me, as you can tell I have been a dom for a while now, I've become a lifestyle player, over
the years, so yes I'm in it twenty four seven, before you ask. I started off small and built up the business up, I share the
dungeon, with a master, he has a female client for sploshing and masochistic play, I've been involved in one of those,
great fun, that lady really knows how to party. I believe she works and plays local if you read my thoughts. Well, I think
moving a few tables round also the cross, might accommodate the play, that said, I may want to put him on the cross, so I think
we'll have that near the pool, so I can incorporate it in the session. Yes, I do think the maid is going to be needed to get dom
room two ready, I may move the butchers block to one side as well. Well, I can not stand here nattering I must get things
ready the client will be here in about two hours. "Maid, I say maid, I have a task for you."


A man's needs:

Your breathing is slightly heavily having just come off the phone to the dominatrix, you can feel your heart rate increasing slightly
just by talking to Hazel, or at least that's the name you know her by, sets your system pulsing. You're strangely attracted to her,
you've pondered on this before, you cannot quite put your finger on it, you can last several weeks without seeing the lady, then
you find she encroaches on your brain, it's like a door opens in your head and there is Hazel, in latex or PVC, calling you into
her domain, you try resist, then find you fail to resist the calling. Just her voice on the phone alone, really puts the hook in you.
You've been to the dungeon on several occasion's and you always wonder what is below the first story flat as you climb the stairs.
Then there is the maid who greets you, you've always wondered if she really is a maid/sub. You check yourself out in the mirror,
nice sharp shirt, open neck, pants, belt and good brown leather shoes. You need to go via the bank, several reason's, get some cash
out for Hazel, to pay for the session/time, also you need to drop off some paperwork for a lady called Heidi, who takes care of
banking matters. You check you have your wallet and peer out of the window, it's a nice day, so need for a coat. As you leave
the house you wonder why the neighbour over the road, is tarping up his front room and laughing, he's also left his front door ajar.
As you drive down the road you pass the bus stop and notice a stunning looking woman in a white satin blouse, skirt and stiletto's,
She looks totally divine, you give an approving beep on the horn as you pass.


As you pull up at the bank, you need somewhere to park, so you use the car park at the rear of the shops, it's a spacious car park, you need
to watch out for the large industrial bins on the left as you enter, your mind casts back to last week, you'd arrived late one evening to find
a guy scurrying round doing a lot of cleaning into blue tubs. The whole area was a right state, food everywhere you offered a quip
to the guy at the time, but it fell on stony ground, though he did seem busy. As you arrive this time, all is quite, there's a short
cut round the side of the bakery, to the bank. You wave at the lady who is the chef in the local restaurant, the back door in
normally open to let some of the heat out, you glance at the bins and your mind ponders on why there was food all over the place on
that day, you secretly wish there had been some messy play, anyway you snap back from messy outrageous dreams and focus on going to
the bank, on more mundane matters.

As you enter, the building is slightly sticky, lack of air conditing, you go and use the cash machine, as you turn round
approach the help desk, you notice Heidi.

"Hi, Heidi, I have that paperwork for you, " you smile as you speak.

"Good day, sir, thank you kindly for dropping this off." Heidi replies.

Your always impressed at how polite Heidi is, butter seems like it would not melt in her mouth.

"New uniform Heidi?" you ask.

Last time you'd called in, it was a Friday, Heidi had been in what appeared to be slightly older attire. Something strange catches your
eye, Heidi is blushing slightly as she smiles. As you pass the paperwork you accidentally drop it, you bend down looking at the floor,
to pick it up, travelling back up your eyes, catch Heidi's legs through her tights just below her knees, a strange red whip like mark
going across the front of both, you choose to say nothing as it would be out place.

"Thank you kind sir, have a good day" Heidi replies while smiling.

You smile somewhat nervously, as you feel like you've invaded her private space somewhat.


Hazel's domain:

"I really must speak to the maid, I feel she needs a seeing too, the red bulb in the hallway needs changing and the reception needs
hovering".

As I walk from dom room two, I notice the maid is finally doing her chores, up a small ladder changing a bulb like I
requested, as I pop my head round the reception it's all nice and clean, everything in its place. I like to run a tight ship, there
is no point in having things all over the place. It's a business and should be treated as one. Now to the important things I need to
decide what outfit to wear, now it's going to get messy, for obvious reasons, dom play with some tit for tat thrown in
so I feel that a pvc dress with side ties is the way to go, of course stockings and suspenders are a must, so he cannot take
his eyes off me, I need to draw him in, and put him a sexual fix. I think the pvc dress should be front tie, I may go topless in
front of him, that will get him begging sexually, I'm not sure if he wants to pay for extra's, by this I mean hand relief I'm
quite prepared to hand job him, though he knows the rules, he must pay extra for the service. I'm not going for any boots as we're
going to be in and out of the pool. The maid should be getting all the supplies out shortly, and the room is already tarped up and
ready for play. Shame we had to move the butchers block, would have been ideal for putting play supplies on. Tomorrow, I will have
to call into the local supermarket, and purchase new messy supplies, I know a guy there, who will do the shopping for me, no need
to go online for hours, selecting thing's. I just get the maid to send him an email, the rest gets taken care of. Now lets sort my
make up.

"Maid have you sorted the towels, and cleaned the shower?"

"Yes Miss, " the maid shouts from down the corridor.

Distinct ladder sounds can be heard as the maid has finished bulb changing duties. I just have time for a cuppa before he arrives for
his hour of messy fun.


The short yet, long walk:

As you walk down the road, you again ponder over the dominatrix you know as Hazel, you wonder if she does it twenty four seven or if
she is just part time, can you be a part time dominatrix. Or does that class you as amateur? Too many thoughts rolling through
your head. You have used the clothes system, they offer a great service, where you can drop clothes off with the maid, for post
session wearing, really is a cracking idea in your view. Saves carrying awkward bags, and looking like you've just come out of
the local bag wash! Wonder what was going on with that Heidi lady, never seen her blush before and that mark on her legs looked
like some kind of sharp impact mark. Your mind passes back to some porn you watched on the internet, where a lady was being whipped,
looked somewhat similar to you. You snap yourself away from your sexual whipping desire's, you make an assumption, that's
it's happening as your visiting Hazel, she sparks your desires. You walk down the street and arrive at the bottom of the stairs,
the door leading to the stairs is always open, it has a metal gate attached to the door as well, though you've yet to see it any
other position. There is a wall that connects from the door round the bottom of what you assume is another building, hence your
earlier passing thought. You breathe in look, up the stairs, and prepare yourself to enter the domain of Hazel.

As you enter the reception you happen to meet up with Hazel, as she has just walked into the room, you are stunnded by her
outfit, Hazel looks totally stunning in it, front tie, pvc dress, with stockings and suspenders, she happens to be not wearing any
shoes, as you observe the dress, you note that Hazel is not wearing a bra. Her nipples protrude through the pvc lining, her breasts
look like they are calling you.

"Glad to see you are on time" mistress Hazel speaks softly, yet a hint of sternness about her.

"Yes, just had to nip into town on some banking business" you reply.

As you start to follow Hazel, you note on the wall, a party poster inviting people to a large session to be held in the dungeon at a
future date, you make a mental note it says contact Hazel for details. You look round the reception, it's tidy and well looked after,
the maid is nowhere in sight, maybe she is on duties? Hazel leads you up the corridor, you note the red bulb that always appears to be
on in the hallway. Hazel's ass looks divine as she walks in her figure hugging pvc dress, you instantly feel happy that you got the extra
cash out for extra services.

"Maid sign us into dungeon two, my client has arrived" shouts mistress Hazel,

"Yes Mistress" can be heard elsewhere in the building from the maid.

"Sort our post play clothes out maid, we'll need them" mistress Hazel again quizzes the maid.

"Already done mistress, bathroom and shower are prepared, as instructed." comes the voice again.



All work, is play:

You follow Hazel into dungeon two, as you walk in your surprised by how well it is lit, there is a big pool in the middle of the
room, several items appear to be have been moved, you note the butchers block has gone, you laugh inside you were on that last
time with Hazel in control.

"Mistress Hazel, you won't guess what we caught on CCTV on the sea front refurbishment, the other Week!" You sound excicted as you speak.


"Go on, I'm all ears," mistress quips.

"Well, during a weather storm, we only caught a couple doing messy play on the pitch and putt course." You voice still high from telling the story.

"What do you mean?" mistress enquires.

"She was wearing a white blouse and black skirt, he was pouring things all over her, the stuff we caught on CCTV was Pepsi and larger, the
larger he had stashed in a bin!" you hope Mistress will be suprised.

"Well, you get all sorts" mistress laughs.

"I know it's odd, isn't?" you smile as you speak, as your happy Mistress is pleased.

Your eyes follow mistress Hazel, round the room, as she prepares items, and she has now turned into mistress mode.

"No, it's not really, she contacted me and I helped her with the ideas, she then spoke to her boyfriend about it," Mistress informs you.

"Never!", you reply.

"You'd be surprised what else I know about in this town, but enough of my daily work" mistress enforces.

You watch as mistress prepares things for play on a table, near to the pool, you note the cross and you hope in your wildest dreams
that she will destroy you on it. You take out your wallet and pass it Mistress, who put's it out of the way.

"Talking about money, I'm assuming you would like extra's" mistress enquires.

"Yes, please Mistress, I have the fee you asked for" you blurb the information out.

Your never quite sure how to talk about wanting a hand job of this stunning lady. You slip off your shoes, as it's best not
To walk down the street in custard sodden footwear. Mistress Hazel point's to the pool, and gives you a visual command to enter,
your eyes follow her across the room, then you carefully step into the middle of the pool and await your fate.

"Are you wearing boxers" mistress asks.

"Yes mistress, as requested mistress, " you reply in a formal manner.

For some reason, you feel like a small school boy. You watch as she approaches looking stunning in her PVC dress, it makes slight
creaking sounds as it moves, you cannot help but feel slightly aroused, due to the fact you are in the same room as her, with mess
available, even though so far nothing has happened. You follow as Mistress steps into the pool in front of you, she picks up a carton of
custard, you follow her hand as she slowly unzips your pants fly, you look forward first mistake you makeneye contact with Mistress and
she steals the moment, you feel her left hand pull on your pants slightly increasing the hole available from your flies being unzipped,
her right hand comes forward with the carton of custard, your spell bound, slowly mistress tips the contents into your pants. You feel
the slow river engulf the inside of your pants crotch, and cascade down your right leg. Suddenly mistress, tugs on the flap of your
boxers, you look down, her left hand is now fully inside your pants, she pulls at the flap on your boxers, you make several whimpering
sounds, the lips of the custard carton enters, mistress tips the remainder of the carton inside, the custard swishes round your semi-erect
penis, and drips down on your balls, the cold effect makes you shiver slightly. Mistress steps back, and eyes you up and down, you stare
directly forward, actually attempting to look through mistress, this is an utterly bad move on your part, as you fail totally.

Mistress catches you and smiles seductively, you cannot help yourself you glance at her breasts encased in the PVC dress, the front ties
seem to be straining under the load. Mistress moves round the back of you, her hands roam your back as she's fit, you glance your eyes to
the left, you dare not turn your head, your shirt collar gets pulled back and then SWOOSH! A full litre of custard cascades into the back
of your shirt, saturating you, the tide of custard runs down the arch of your back, you try not to move, again you fail. You look down at
your hands, you want to adjust yourself, as you're semi erect penis is rubbing against your pants fly, and you feel it's making it too obvious,
though at this point the boxers are holding the load! Her fingers from her left hand run up and down your sodden back, it tickles you, you
laugh out loud, another giveaway that you're having a superb time, you take a small step forward to keep your balance.

"Would you like to pie me? "mistress enquires.

You dare not speak, you actually turn away slightly and look at right towards the floor, to try and keep composure. Mistress makes a pie up,
custard, cream, chocolate sauce, she licks it, your eyes, are transfixed without moving your head, talk about a power transfer trip! You can
feel your breathing increasing, mistress comes over with the pie, you put your hands out as she signals, your hands are shaking slightly due
to a mixture of utter excitement and nerves. She places the pie in your shaky hands take a step forward, and then giggles, lifts up your hands
with hers underneath and your world goes dark! You've been pied in the face by mistress, your face is flooded with custard and cream, it goes
up your nose slightly and dribbles down the front of your shirt, you can feel mistress rubbing it into your face, your penis reacts and strains
to escape the boxers that are attempting to hold the line. Mistress steps away and gets another pie, your eyes are clear enough to see what's
happening, you follow her round the pool, she steps back slightly, she smiles and then splats herself in her own cleavage! You watch as pie
splatters all over her black shiny pvc dress, the ties strain under the job they're reqired to do. You have an utter urge to masturbate, yet
you dare not.



It's a sin:

Your mesmerised as Mistress Hazel walks round the pool picking up more custard to bamboozle you with, she approaches you, her perfume
is subtle, yet powerful, you cannot help but absorb it in, in the same instant you dare not move, as Mistress has commanded, she pulls at
the front of your shirt, you rock slightly on the sloppy pool floor, custard cascades inside your shirt, yet you do nothing, as you're
powerless. Mistress Hazel has you in her web of sin, your eyes follow as mistress, turns away from you and bends down in front of you,
Your eyes are transfixed on her pvc clad bottom you so want to flan it, again you dare not. You note the stockings meeting the suspender belt
under the pvc dress. Once again your penis groans, in the cage that is the boxer shorts. Mistress turns and looks at you and smiles as she
picks up a bottle of chocolate sauce from the floor, she spins back round, and proceeds to pour it over your head and shirt, you put your
tongue out, taste and feel the chocolate barrage that you and your clothes are undergoing. Now comes the next phase from the mistress, she gets
leg cuffs out and chains you in, you look down and watch the shiny steel cuffs going round your legs and clamping into place, surely mistress
can see your raging penis attempting to escape your pants.

"Hands behind your back" mistress orders.

You look at the floor, and watch all the mess that is gathering in the pool, as you offer your hand behind your hand to her, strangely as you
look round, you try to fathom why you have put no fight at all, it's as though mistress Hazel has taken over you, without actually ordering you.
You hear the cuffs lock in, you pull on your hands slightly to check, you are locked in both hands and feet. Mistress kneels down in front of you,
your heart is racing, you pray that she will put something in your boxers. You glance down and you see mistress hands opening your flies even wider,
her hand is covered in chocolate sauce, you feel her cold hand slide into your boxers, you wobble from the sensation. Her hand feels it's way round
your penis and ball sack, like a snake. You feel chocolate sauce slowly being smeared all over your testicles, you crave to look down, but dare not,
you look straight forward like an army guard on duty. Her hand works it's way over your balls, the smearing is getting more intense, mistress tease's your penis,
you feel her fingers passing over and round it, your legs shake from the experience, you wish she'd tear your pants off right now and masturbate
you until you drop. As quickly as it starts, it stops mistress take her hand away, and out of your pants, she makes no attempt to do up you
fly, its remains open inviting more play.

Two pies come at you in a sandwich, GLOOP! As they embrace your head with their contents, you rock slightly from the impact, one is
smeared all over your face, as you breathe out, you feel a tug on your shirt, as mistress tears it open and exposes your nipples.
Your trying hard to not show that your are aroused, but how can you with mistress hands exploring where they wish, chocolate sauce
is slowly poured into mistress mouth and then she dribbles it onto your right nipple, you almost explode sexually from the moment,
you are now becoming sexually frustrated due to the cuffs mistress has used. You make eye contact with mistress Hazel, she gives you a look
to tell you if she felt like it, she would fuck you senseless, then take you again just because.

"On your knees" the command is powerful, stern and sexual all at once.

You drop as quickly as possible, your now looking at mistress Hazel's thigh's. She gets the chocolate sauce, and pours it onto her
stocking tops, you watch as it dribbles down the shiny black stockings, you get a flash of suspender belt, and again your penis throbs,
oh if mistress would only put her hands back in.

"Lick my left stocking slave, " mistress commands.

She comes close you can smell her perfume again, it's divine you put your tongue out and peer closely at her stocking as you start to lick.

"Slowly slave, " mistress commands.

You lick the chocolate slowly from the stocking, you wish to please and pleasure mistress.

"Head down now slave, " another command as mistress steps away.

Mistress moves round the side of you, she is standing right next to your left side, you can see her stocking clad legs next you with
chocolate slowly dribbling down them she must be pouring again, you so want to look, though you must obey the command to keep your head down,
you feel like a child missing out on some great fun.

"Lie on your back slave" mistress issues a new order.

You struggle slightly, but manage by sitting on your butt and then lie back in the pool, the back of your shirt is saturated by a mixture of
custard and chocolate, you look up at mistress and you eyes transfix as starts to walk over you, she stands directly above your head, you look
directly up the pvc dress, your penis attempts the great escape! That's the only way you can describe it.

Mistress lowers herself slowly onto your face, your vision is blurred by her stunning black panties as they come forward, once again
mistress smells divine.

"You will be my seat slave, " mistress commands.

You try to reply but the words are muttered with your face full of mistress panties, more chocolate sauce floods down her pvc dress onto
her panties and into your face mostly around your nose, you get a strong smell of chocolate sauce and perfume mixing together. You have
chocolate pooling up round you mouth and nostrils, mistress lifts slightly to allow the pool to drain away down your cheeks and her thighs.
Mistress moves forward slightly and repositions herself on your face, your world goes dark, as you are now encased facially in mistress
panties, you sniff, why not! Mistress leans back, her hand is playing round your open flies, oh god you feel like your going to explode
without being touched. You close your eyes, your totally at her mercy. What's that noise? Sounds like fluid of some kind, you taste custard
through mistress panties, you want to lick so badly, your dare not, you know the rules only if mistress allows. Custard floods out of mistress panties and
envelopes your face, your tongue is aching, it so want's to get to work, yet you cannot. You think about opening your eyes, but
decide against it, your starting to go all over the place mentally, suddenly your legs arch slightly, from the shock of mistress
cold hands going back inside your pants, this time she wants it, and just takes it, you feel her hand working your shaft slowly,
she sits down further on you, your penis is throbbing from the intensity of what mistress is doing, again she denies you, as you
only get a moment of pleasure from her hand and then it is gone.

Mistress Hazel gets up, your sight comes back your staring at the ceiling, at nothing, you don't want to concentrate on anything
expect Mistress, it's a sin, you know it is, though that's why your here, you cannot help it, the endorphin release when around
this lady is off the scale, couple this with your love of wam, and well, there's no where else you want to be. You watch as the
pvc sodden rim of her dress, moves away, your eyes follow her as she turns away, she picks up another carton of custard, you
watch as from right above you a waterfall of custard comes tearing towards your eyes, you close them just in time "SSPPLLOODDGE!!"
your face, hair, neck, are engulfed in the cascading torrent from the carton. You shake your head from side to side, to keep your
ears clear. You want to touch yourself, you are unable from the cuffs round your back, you pray mistress will be kind and foot
job you, she does not.

You gaze at Mistress Hazel, through the haze of custard that has just swarmed your face, neck and flowed down onto your chest.
You follow mistress as she comes to your waist, she takes your pants and opens them fully, she exposes your boxers and she wastes
no time in giving them a liberal coating in custard, your feel the fabric being drenched in the thick yellow liquid that is custard,
you penis feels like it's going to explode from the arousal, mistress tears your pants down, you do nothing your cuffs make sure
of that.

"On your knees, slave," mistress shouts.

you manage to somehow gets yourself back onto your knees, its a struggle with your pants round your ankles, the cuffs on your legs stop
the pants from leaving your body totally and hamper your movement slightly, much to the amusement of mistress. You watch as mistress turns
round to face away from you, your know once again looking at her pert ass, encased in the pvc dress, she backs up to you, raises the hem of
the dress revealing her pert butt cheeks, you observe her thong going into place you only dream you could. Mistress gets a can of whipped
cream, you engage as she liberally coats her right butt cheek and then gived the order

"Lick it all clean slave!" mistress sounds sharper this time.

You approach the best you can. The position of your damn pants hamper your progress, as you get closer mistress takes a step further
forward, making you work harder to get to your goal. You stair directly at her butt cheek, you only have one goal in your mind lick it
clean, finally you make contact with her pert, firm, yet soft butt cheek, you slowly lick the cream off, you the realise, you have to
eat all the cream, as if you spit it out into the pool it will show a sign of disrespect in the dom, sub relationship. You take a fleeting
glace at the dry butt cheek and wish that too would cover your face, you snap back and get on with your cleaning task, you feverishly lick
all the cream for her butt cheek, you feel as mistress pushes and grinds into your face, again your penis throbs, asking for relief.
Suddenly mistress draws away, you look at her right butt cheek to see if your task is complete, its about ninety percent done. Mistress
checks herself in the full length mirror, you watch and then bow your head and look into the pool again, as you feel you have failed and may have
to pay a penalty. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch mistress shake her head, you feel a disapproving gaze.

"On you feet slave" mistress informs, her voice sounds stern.

You have to get yourself on your feet, this is harder than it's looks, as you find out with your pants round your ankles. You know your taking
to long, you spin your head round just in time to catch mistress coming over, she looks pissed! your shirt gets pulled all over the place, several
ripping sounds are heard, as stitching comes away suddenly your shirt is in rags, as she destroys your shirt, it helps you get back to your feet,
that said you have paid the price. You glance over at mistress, she is looking cross, while starring at the cross!


Getting Cross:

"Over here now slave" mistress shouts, her voice still sounding stern.

You look at the cross, you know you are going to end up on it, she will have her way, nothing you say will stop mistress. You manage
to stumble your way out of the pool, pants round your ankles, your shirt in tatters. Mistress stands behind you and undoes your hand cuffs,
your hands are momentarily free, only for mistress to hold your hand, you feel strange a wave of emotion wash's over, just from Hazel
holding your hand as mistress, the cross is pointed to, you willingly turn round to face mistress and then back onto the cross, your
hands are once again put into cuffs, your legs are left in the chains, so you have some leg movement but not much. Your pants are left there
almost acting as a weight. Mistress check that you are secure, and are totally hers. You look at mistress in her slightly messy
pvc dress, a carton of custard is lifted and mistress proceeds to pour it all down herself, her pvc dress is also swamped in
thick yellow liquid, you follow as the custard flows down the pvc and starts to drip onto her stockings.

Mistress approaches you, your breathing is getting heavy, your penis wants out of the boxers in a big way! Once again you smell
her divine perfume, she comes really close, she does it, she grinds you in her messy pvc dress, you pull on your cuffs, again
mistress grinds her legs against your crotch, you feel her messy thighs rubbing on your penis, you gasp out loud, her breasts
pound your chest through that sexy pvc dress, more grinding, you moan out loud again, you turn away, eveytime you look into her
eyes, you just fall deeper into her trap. Mistress steps away, your boxers are torn from your body, you penis springs to attention
like a soldier of fortune. Mistress takes another step back to admire your erection, and it's a good one! You look down, your
fully erect, your bent like a banana as well. Your vision snaps back to mistress who is undoing the ties on the front of
the pvc dress, your mesmerised as mistress peels the pvc attire away to reveal her stunning breasts, stockings and suspenders.

"Christ on a bike!" it's all you mutter in the moment.

Mistress looks at you and smiles. You glance yourself over, everything has gone shirt, boxers, pants, all ruined, socks are ok though!

Your brain is racing, what next, god no she's not! Your brain somehow scrambles the message to you, mistress steps forward,
lowers her cleavage slightly so you get a right eyeful, and pours a litre of custard over each breast, you just look straight
at them, no chance of being a gentleman at this point, never in your wildest dreams did you think this would happen. You're not
sure if this is mistress or Hazel playing at this point, her ample breasts smother your face in custard, your tongue roams round
her breasts, as she smothers you, mistress pulls away, her hair flicks custard round the room where the fringes have been caught
From the liquid, the front of her g string is now soaked in custard as well, you cannot help but look. Another litre of custard
is brought into play, this time onto your chest, mistress heightens the experience by rubbing it in with her hands.

"You are my play thing," mistress quips.

You gurgle some kind of reply, but that's all you can manage, again your pull at your cuffs slightly, you look down your penis,
it is fully peeled back and pre cum glistens on the end.



Hazel takes control:

I knew I had him, the pre cum on his penis gave it away totally, he answered my play thing question with some kind of gurgled
response it was just what I was looking for, I knew I could dismantle him, the extra's would finish him for sure. I laughed
inside over the fact, that I had drenched my pvc dress in the moment, his penis was large and the banana shape made it sexy
he is a well endowed man, when I ground on him earlier, I could have wanked him there, though I wanted to tease him some more.
I made my move and picked up a can of whipped cream, I shook the can, I could see his eyes following my every move, he was sexually
frustrated and needed releasing, again I shook the can again, then squirted cream down his shaft, he could not help himself, his shaft
moved up and down in response, more moaning from the man, he was in messy heaven. His veins stood to attention on his penis, I
made my move, I started to slowly masturbate him, one hand at first, the cream was being massaged in, I watched as he pulled on
his restraints from the sexual frustration, he had no control at all, physically or mentally, I had broken him down with the
earlier custard play, I slowly cupped his balls with my other hand and massaged both, again more moans from the man, his head
was reeling about slightly. I stepped away, his penis was fully erect, everything on the show, just as I wanted. I moved in for a
double hand job, it was a slow move I didn't want to rush and make him explode before I choose. Both hands one on top of the other
I slowly massaged him, while putting a light twisting move on the masturbation. I look up, he is looking down and breathing
heavily. I run my fingers from my top hand over the head of his shaft, he reacts from being hypersensitive. Should I finish now
or play more? I pull back, he groans and moans, all of which are sexual, there's no real talking fro him now. I pull up a chair
in front of him, sit down, making sure his eyes never leave my control, I take the can and squirt whipped cream onto my breasts,
then I lift my left foot and play footsie on his shaft and ball sack, while I rub cream into my breasts, again I can see pre cum
on the end of his shaft, I'm tempted to blow him, yet he is not paying for that privilege, so not today. I bring my other foot into
play and double foot job him. He's breathing heavy again, I make sure I make eye contact with him, a he is transfixed on my rubbing cream
onto my breasts whilst sitting down.

I move my feet away, and get up, I think I will pie masturbate him, a medium size flan should do the job with custard and cream
filling, I approach him from his left, again, his head follows me round the room, I cup the flan in my left hand and form it into
a semi circle, topping drips down onto his socks! I place his erect and rather huge shaft inside, the filling looks like he's making
a sausage in a bun! Then I masturbate him in it, he groans and moans all over the place, his eyes, are glued to me masturbating
him with a pie, I see his legs shaking I can take him now, I feel him prepare to cum, I back off. I look at him and wait
for about thirty seconds, allowing his cum to go down, he will be getting that feeling as the sperm goes back into its sack. He
will have to be worked again, won't take me long, I pick up another carton of custard, I join him right in front of the cross I pour
the custard down my ample breasts and onto his chest, I also trap his erect penis in between my legs, again I slowly massage
him with my upper thighs, he moans again, I play slap him in the face, no response, he just groans, he knows he wants to be
where he is with me in my dungeon, nothing else matters to him now. I think it's time, I move round to the left hand side of him
bend down so my face is near his shaft, with my left hand I slowly masturbate him, with slow long movements, I follow this up
by twisting, he's mine, totally mine.


Hold on for the ride:

You cannot take any more, mistress has dismantled you, the edgeing from the pie masturbation, totally makes you want to explode
like a volcano with cum, speaking has gone out of the window, you've managed to blurt out some form of verbal, that's all. Your
brain is on the ceiling, you so need to cum your body is aching to. Everything feels perfect being on the cross, being chained up,
all of it, mistress Hazel is just divine. You watch as her hand slide's up and down your shaft, her touch is caressing, yet not
overpowering, her masturbation skills are stunning, you look to your left as she is bent down, her eyes almost level with
penis, she comes up and is level with your face, you can feel yourself starting to cum, will she finish you this time, please
god, yes.. You cannot place your eyes on one point, do you look at mistress, or do you watch mistress hand job you into oblivion,
you try to watch both, it's impossible, you close your eyes, and rest your head back on the cross. The rush starts from your
ball sack the sperm is racing, it wants out, mistress increase the rhythm on your shaft. Your panting now, you make a split
second decision and look down, you want to see mistress bring you off. Mistress raises up next to you and is inches from your
face, the sperm accelerates past the point of no return, you're going to cum, it's just a matter of how. The hand movement
from mistress is just stunning, you arch your back.

"Lift your back slightly" mistress says softly.

You do as requested, it happens, your volcano erupts, you notice it part with you, in a long jet which is unusual for you, sometimes
you tend to do the fountain effect, you were so sexually frustrated you could not help it. Mistress continues to work your shaft,
she knows there is more in you, now you do the fountain effect, as reams of sperm part with the top of your penis, mistress kisses
you on the cheek, that just drives the moment, you are in heaven.


Wanting more:

I watch him as his he finally cums, the first ejaculation was awesome even by my standards, he shot a stream across the room,
I worked him again, and he came more, it dribbled out of his penis like a fountain in a garden then flowed down his shaft. I
kiss him on the cheek, as a thank you for letting me play, I always like to keep my subs happy, they like to think they are in
control. I can see he is in heaven from the ejaculation combined with the kiss on the cheek. He will be back. I step away and
leave him there, he is hyper sensitive. That was a serious orgasm, I really enjoyed doing that to him, some enjoyable work there.
I think about taking him straight off the cross and then change me mind, I will leave him there for a few minutes to savour the
moment. I look round he is watching me, I can see small dribbles of cum still dripping from his once erect shaft, the panting
has stopped, he is slowly returning to normal.

"Thank you mistress, " he softly speaks.

"Your most welcome, it was good fun" I reply, while smiling at him.

I watch as his penis goes limp, he is finished, once again he is mine. I suppose I'd better un chain him and get to the shower,
my mind races and wants to pair him with Heidi and the master in a one on one, no holds bar sub orgasm and destruction set, yet
they don't know each other, maybe another time.