Back home

Despite a small flotilla of first world problems pushing against me, I’ve made it back to Madame and even made it for last night’s party. T put out a beautiful spread of nosh-able food and we had lots of white wine and some other drinks as well. It was an excellent time – a good welcoming back home. There was even a kilt check from a vanilla friend involved – which caused some significant chuckling at my expense, but no embarrassment to me. (After all, I’d serve naked if I could!)

Chloe and I retreated to the bedroom soon after returning home where we cuddled, talked, groped, made out, fooled around and then she got ready for bed, leaving me to undress her while she put herself onto her side of the bed. I ended up kneeling between the wall and the bed with my tongue strategically located to lap at her beautiful pussy. She loved feeling the long broad strokes of my tongue and I think her favorite part of that was while she was beating me with my own collar by flipping it down and whipping my back, I would cry out into her pussy, muffling my near screams between her legs. It was more intense than I expected, but we soon found ourselves together in bed again, my face now awash in the scent of her.

I rubbed her body, worked a knot out of her upper back and massaged her gently from my side of the bed. Soon she let me know it was time for my evening devotional and my tongue was between her cheeks, my hands on her bottom and thighs and I was doing those lovely things that good dogs do for their Mistresses. We soon tumbled into some lovely fucking with which I could not keep up with, so I deployed our favorite fake cock to finish up and let her grab tightly at it while she had a big beautiful orgasm, grasping at the copper colored cock while my cock, hard and frustrated, pretended it was in her as I thrust my hips uselessly toward her. Soon the copper colored cock was out of her, in my mouth and my cock was inside her again, such a lovely lovely place to be. So tight now after her cumming and without having been fucked in weeks, it grasped at me wonderfully and I gently and easily moved in and out of her… a lovely little enjoyable fucking from which I knew there would be no relief for me. We are now 173 days into my denial and there are signs she may be ready to write another chapter in this story, but until then, she enjoys watching me struggle with resisting cumming.

We slept well and in the late night potty break that often happens after a wine and nosh party, we fucked again, then fell back to sleep together. I awoke, my leash wrapped around my neck but still attached to my collar. I got up, made the bed still collared and leashed, then removed my collar, tucked it under the pillow where it belong, coiled her leash, put on my glasses and greeted the rest of our little home as I reached for the cup of coffee.

Vacations are nice, but it’s very good to be home and back in the place where I belong.