Chapter 24 - Power Play


      The rest of that Friday went pretty much as normal as I could possibly recall in the longest time, when we had felt that we had had enough salt and sun after a few more hours we called it a day and walked back to my place where she promptly left after promising to pick me up after my last exam tomorrow.

      So I made the most of my time and set my mind to study mode, after taking a quick shower to make sure I was clean off all the lewd fluids, and the sand clinging to them. Aside from that I went uninterrupted until nighttime, whereupon my tummy grumpled so I went downstairs and got my first taste of actual food in quite a while. I didn’t really realize how accustomed I had become to the taste of Danielle’s semen until I bit into an actual sandwich, with actual meat, and actual mayonnaise and so on and so forth. I recalled the taste and consistency of jizz as I ate it, the thought would probably have made me gag a month ago but now was no big deal. I guess what you could say is I was noticing some changes since I started dating Danielle. With some alone time to reflect I realized it had been one of the most intense couple of weeks of my life, and who knows were it might go from here.

      I did my best to compartmentalize my thoughts so that I wasn’t thinking about sex while trying to memorize equations, basic taxonomy, and various genome abnormalities for my last exam on biology, but it wasn’t easy and I sometimes found my mind drifting to Danielle, and sometimes her friends and the fun I could have putting their dicks in me

      Next thing I knew it was well past 1:00am and I was starting to list off to sleep. Not wanting to waste some natural drowsiness I hopped into bed, just noticing a few stained spots from when Ning had visited me. I ignored them, honestly caring very little for a minor cum stain, and dozed off to sleep.



      The next morning seemed to whiz by; I got up, ate breakfast downstairs in the cafeteria, showered, check on my notes for some last minute memorization, grabbed my bag and walked out to my exam a little extra early hoping that standing in the huge room would put me in a good mindset for the horrible tedium of answering esoteric questions.

      I wasn’t even close to the first one there, tons of other keeners, probably about half of the class had the same idea, get there early and settle in. At least when I got there I spotted Tim, Cashelle and Alex, most of whom I hadn’t seen in person since my birthday over a week ago. I waved and ran over to them.

      “Hey Jason,” Cashelle said looking up from her notes to say hi, “been awhile, you’ve been somewhat of a ghost lately.”

      “Sorry, uh… I guess I’ve been taking these exams a little seriously,” I lied.

      “You still good for the party afterwards, right?” Alex asked, his tone seemed a little insistent.

      “You kidding, I’m stoked,” I stammered as I realized that I completely forgot to pick up the booze I had been saving up for, I’d have to do it after the exam.

      “Hey could one of you remind me how many separation of species it takes before two animals can no longer breed,” Tim cut in, “I don’t have it in my notes here.”

      “Ah, shit,” I said consulting my own notes, scanning the paper to see if I too forgot to write it down.

      “I’m almost positive it’s going to be on the test,” Tim added.

      With that we all delved into our notes, comparing and critiquing to try and make sure we were all as prepared as we could be for our last exam of the year.

      A few sweaty and nerve-wracking hours later I walked out of the exam hall and breathed a big sigh of relief at my momentary freedom from school. The swell of anxiety still pressing on my heart like an anvil of dread, I knew for sure there were a few questions that I definitely got wrong, but I was hopeful that I managed at least a solid 80%, not my best but I would be happy with that.

      I noticed that Alex, who had only finished minutes before me was standing just outside the door leaning against the wall tapping feverishly on his phone until he saw me.

      “Hey,” he said eyebrows raised, his whole face sharing my expression of relief, “Think you did okay?”

      I just grimaced and shrugged.

      “Ah! I’m sure you did fine,” he bawked, throwing an arm to the sky, as if swatting my anxiety out of the air and slapping his hand on my shoulder, “I think we need a drink.”

      “Already? Can’t wait till tonight, eh?”

      “I just know I feel like a beer so that’s what I’m going to do, I’d like you to join me.”

      “Well…” I started to think about it before I could make up my mind however, we were interrupted.

      “You’re not trying to steal my boyfriend are you?” came the familiar sound of my girlfriend behind me. Danielle was walking towards us, away from her familiar red convertible, she was wearing a casual plaid shirt and sleek jeans that wasn’t really hiding her endowment with 100% efficacy, and her eyes would have been hidden behind stylish shades, were her head not tilted downwards, her eyes peaking at us over the top of them.

      “My-your… boyfriend?” Alex stuttered, confused.

      “Yes, that’s my boyfriend whose shoulder you have a hand on,” Danielle reiterated, now standing by my side, and grabbing my hip to pull us close.

      “Oh! Sorry…” he said, eyes somewhat wide letting his hand drop, “it’s just, you never told me you met someone.”

      Alex glanced at me, his face hard to read.

      “I guess… I was just busy studying,” I lied, once again throwing him a shrug.

      “Well that’s one word for it,” Danielle grinned down at me, “As I was saying, we have plans, but enjoy your beer with your other friends if you don’t mind,” as Danielle practically wheeled me away from my friend, “because we have plans.”

      “I’ll catch you at the party Alex,” I shouted farewell, leaving Alex behind with his stunned expression in the middle of the car park while, alone except for the gradual trickle of other students wrapping up their exam.

      “So, I gather you had something in mind for this afternoon?” I asked as we pulled up to Danielle and Sonya’s apartment.

      “Nothing reckless, really,” Danielle said smiling, “I just wanted a little pampering is all.”

      “Pampering?” I responded, still puzzled when we got to her door and she swung it open. The place looked empty, no Sonya in sight.

      “Well simply put, I’m going to relax and make you do everything I say for my amusement.”

      I was caught a little perplexed by this, I was expecting something sexier… this didn’t really sound all that fun.

      “Is that it?” I asked, thinking there must be more to it.

      “Is that it?” Danielle repeated back at me, “You will do exactly as I say for the next few hours hours, or until we are ready to leave, you will follow my orders without question and the only thing I want to hear from you is ‘Yes, Mistress’ are we clear?”

      I listened to every word she said and before I had even really made up my mind, the words “Yes, Mistress” came out of my mouth.

      Danielle smiled and I felt as if she had cast some sort of spell on me, was I really so entranced by her?

      “Do you have a safe word?” Danielle asked.

      “A what word?”

      “Something you say, beside ‘no! stop!’ or whatever, something you wouldn’t normally say, like ‘Alabama’ or something like that to make it all stop.”

      “Why can’t I just say stop?”

      “Because maybe I think it’s really hot when someone says stop, but they mean keep going,” Danielle said.

      “That’s a thing?” I said having never heard of it before.

      “Yup, so... got something in mind?”

      “Um… Jigglypuff?” I said hesitantly.

      “Perfect, I don't know what that is myself, I never watched Digimon.”

      I bit my tongue, but I’m not going to lie, that hurt a little on the inside.

      “Excellent, you are now my obedient slave for the afternoon, Don’t worry, I’m sure you won’t need the safe word.”

      We entered her apartment to find it empty, Sonya obviously not being home, the living room was quiet and still. I breathed deep, trying to ready myself for any orders Danielle may have in mind. I dropped my belongings by the door and Danielle set her purse on the small dinner table at the centre of the living-room/kitchen.

      “First things first,” Danielle started, turning back to face me, “Strip naked.”

      “Yes, Mistress,” I answered, not hesitating.

      “Good, now stay there, I’m going to go get you some things.”

      Danielle disappeared for a moment and then came back brandishing a bottle of some sort of shampoo, a chain and collar, and some piece of rubbery black clothing that didn’t look like a lot of material.

      “Lather up with some of this,” she said handing me the bottle, which was not shampoo, it was body oil. It took a moment but it dawned on me that she wanted me to look like some lubed up showboy, if that was the case I just hoped she enjoyed that look on some scrawny 5’7” young adult because I was certainly no muscular adonis.

      “Yes, Mistress,” I said and began rubbing it all over my skin right in the middle of her living room and kitchen. I made sure to get everywhere, under the pits, between the thighs, my ass, and more. All while Danielle looked on, a thirsty expression on her face, like I was going to be her next meal. It made me nervous but was also kinda hot. I glanced south once or twice to see her growing erection snaking down her inner thigh.

      Once I was done Danielle walked around me to inspect my work and traced a single finger down my back for effect.

      “Good,” she said once satisfied, “that should make it easier to get these on.”

      She tossed me the black garment, they hit me in the chest with a smack and 

      I had a look at them. They were indeed a pair of underwear and a few sizes too small to boot. I looked at Danielle sceptically, would these really fit? Danielle just smiled back and nodded down at them.

      I sighed and put one foot through, then the other, and to my surprise they slid up nicely, the oil on my skin providing the perfect lubricant. Before I knew it I had latex snapped on around my waist. Boy were they tight, they squeezed my cheeks and dick, which formed a prodigious bulge in front, but moving in them wasn't restrictive at all. I immediately thought of Ned Flanders in that ski jumpsuit. It really felt like I was wearing nothing at all. between the body oil and snug pants I felt of strange feeling, like I was on display.

      “Of course no slave would be complete without his collar,” Danielle said gleefully wrapping the heavy studded leather collar around my neck and fastening it tight. A thin chain dangled from the front of it, barely long enough to reach the floor, Danielle grasped the end of it, firmly cementing my place as her property.

      “Oh! I almost forgot the most important part, come slave,” she walked briskly, almost until the chain was taught before I shuffled my feet to follow her to her bedroom, she rummaged through one of her drawers until she pulled out a sizeable toy. She held in her hand a buttplug, this one was not as large as the big thick red one she had made me accommodate before but it was longer, more like a typical dildo but with a flared bottom and tapered just above it. My heart rate shot up just looking at it.

      “Bend over, slave.”

      “Yes… mistress,” I said sheepishly, hesitantly, but none-the-less doing what I was asked to do.

      Keeping the chain taught so I could not escape she yanked down my tight shorts and pressed the toy to my anus. My well trained ass yielded almost instantly and half of the big dildo disappeared up my ass quite easily.

      “Aaah!…” I quivered, enjoying the feeling of being stretched for the first time today.

      “Good boy,” Danielle praised, “now the rest…”

      Danielle didn’t stop pressing the toy forward until it was all the way in and the ring of my anus gripped the tapered end and the dildo nestled in place. I shuddered again as I had a feeling that this toy would probably up there for a certain majority of the afternoon.

      Danielle pulled up my rubbery pants back up where they snapped into place covering my shame.

      “Good, now I feel like a bath, so go on to the bathroom and start running the hot water.”

      “Of course,” I said and started headed to the bathroom.

      “Come again?!” Danielle glared, her eyes darting right into me.

      “I mean yes Mistress,” I corrected my self and darted to the room in the apartment where, only a few days ago, I had gotten my ass double pounded in the shower, a slight wobble to my gait as I eventually got accustomed to my new occupant.

      “Don’t worry my sweet slave, you only have to keep this up for the rest of the afternoon, it will be our special time.”



      I heard her words but didn’t really respond, my stomach had butterflies and my heart was beating heavy and there was no indicator it might lessen anytime soon. I turned on the bathtub and plugged the drain as I realized I was somewhat stuck in this agreement to be Danielle’s servant. It was now my job to obey her and do whatever she wanted, not that I often didn’t but it felt different this time, like she had something specific in mind, maybe something that I would never agree to otherwise. I was scared, but I’ve never been more excited, my boner pressed hard against the latex fabric of my new… outfit, for lack of a better word.

      I was testing the water, making sure it was hot all over, no cold spots, when Danielle walked in. I stood at attention waiting for further instructions. She too tested the water and seemed satisfied with the temperature.

      “Good, now undress me.”

      “Am I to do everything for you?” I said, the last words trailing out, realizing I had stepped out of line immediately.

      Danielle instantly raised a hand to strike me and I flinched, but she stopped short of hitting me, the fire in her eyes dwindling. 

      “Since this is your first time as my slave I will let that transgression slide, but know there will be severe punishment if you question me again like that,” Danielle explained  twisting her wrist as if still fighting the urge to hit me, “You are to do as you are told, no less.”

      “Yes, Mistress,” I complied immediately, my heart still racing.

      I began undoing the buttons on her shirt, setting her pert and round tits free after struggling to undo her bra, something I had never quite mastered, then I got on my knees and undid the button and zipper. Almost immediately her cock sprang out, hitting me right in the mouth as it jutted out at nearly a perfect right angle to her body. Danielle chuckled as I recovered myself.

      I looked up at her smiling down at me and moved in to suck on the tip a little, but Danielle stopped me.

      “Ah ah ah,” she tutted, waging her index finger at me, “did I say you could suck my cock?”

      “No, mistress,” I said slowly, a litter flabbergasted by her sudden prudeness.

      I finished removing her clothes for her and once again stepped aside waiting for further instructions while I held her clothes.

      Danielle, now in the nude, stepped into the tub and slid down until her just her head and toes protruded from each end.

      “Now, slave, take my clothes to the laundry room and then fetch me a bottle of the Paloma Merlot if you please.”



      For the next hour I doted on Danielle like the most dutiful servant I could be; I poured her wine, I washed her myself, I played her music, it was certainly not the type of alone time I was expecting but I’d be lying if I wasn’t incredibly turned on the whole time. Danielle took every opportunity to berate and belittle me, such as telling me I didn’t know how to pour wine properly or that my taste in music was terrible. Anytime I tried to defend myself verbally she would silence me immediately. She quickly had me trained to stay quiet.

      Washing her was probably the most stressful, I felt like I was not allowed to enjoy myself, but in order to wash her completely I had to touch her in, well, stimulating places. It didn’t help either that the entire time she was maintaining a full mast erection I ended up avoiding them at first, but once there was nothing left but her cock, tits and ass. I tentatively brought the bar of soap up to her breasts, watching her expression carefully for any indication that I was about to do something wrong but all I detected was the mildest of smiles encouraging me to continue.

      I lathered her breasts thoroughly, ensuring to get the underside, the middle and everywhere else, I hear only the slightest of moans from her whilst doing this, but never strayed from my task. Eventually after an extensive cleaning I felt her eyes on me, I looked over to see her staring at her, the smile faded slightly. It was clear she thought she was clean enough and I was now indulging myself too much. I stopped immediately.

      “Do not forget this is about my enjoyment, slave,” Danielle refuted.

      “Yes, mistress, sorry mistress,” I hung my head in shame

      “Don’t stop yet,” Danielle continued, leering at me though I could not see it, “what else is left to clean?”

      “Would you like me to wash your cock as well, mistress,” I asked still staring at the ground, embarrassed that I may have gone too far.

      “I like the way you say it,” was all she replied with, “Say it again.”

      I looked at her, and she pointed, deflecting my gaze to her erection, poking straight up out of the water, like the large mast of a sunken brig.
“Cock, mistress.” I said again.

      “You like my cock, right?” Danielle asked, her hands resting on the side of the tub, nowhere near her prodigious monster.

      “Yes, mistress,” I answered, staring at it as it throbbed with each beat of her heart.

      “What do you like about my cock,” Danielle demanded.

      “It’s beautiful… mistress,” I said.

      “Go on…” she encouraged.

      “It’s thick… and long, and hefty even though it looks like it’s weighs nothing, the way it seems to defy gravity, it is amazing.”

      I was leaning in closer and closer with each word as I stared at her cock, unless I was mistaken it even seems to swell even more as I was complementing it.

      “I can see so many veins that run all the way up to the head, such a smooth and large penetrating instrument.”

      “Aww…” Danielle cooed as I described her member, attracting my focus, I hadn’t realized just how close I’d gotten to her cock, I was almost within kissing distance “it likes you too, but there’s something else I need you to clean first.”

      With that Danielle stood up out of the water and swung a leg over the chain and squatted down on the edge of the tub right in front of me. The chain was between her thighs and her ass was right in front of my face. Instinctively I tried to lean back but I was held there by my collar and Danielle was gently, but with great strength, pulling me closer and closer.
“Clean my ass with your tongue slave,” she said unceremoniously, “I give you permission to enjoy this.”

      I stared at her perfect beautiful ass, her skin beaded with water, easily her second best feature, as she grabbed her cheeks with one hand and gave me a peak at her gorgeous puckered anus, it winked back at me, lightly shadowed in contrast to her creamy white skin and I couldn’t believe it but I actually licked my lips as I stared at it’s beauty. I don’t remember being this close to her ass before.

      With Danielle’s hand pulling on the chain my face was pulled closer and closer, unable to fight it, not that I was trying very had. Finally I kissed her rosebud, paying it the attention it so deserved.

      I expected not to like it, but I didn’t predict that I would immediately love it. I stopped the kiss and began lapping at her crack, rolling my tongue lavishly over her anus like the faithful mutt that I was.

      “Oooooohh!… Yesssss!…” Danielle moaned, “that’s the ticket!”

      I didn’t hesitate any further. Dropping the soap I grabbed Danielle’s hips pulling myself closer to her and dove in tongue first sinking it into her asshole. I knew my tongue was trying to communicate some sort of flavour to my brain paid it no mind. It was like I was in love, Danielle’s incessant moaning was like a control switch, making me do whatever she wanted me to. I would do anything to bring her pleasure.

      “Mmm… Yes! That feels great.” Danielle cried as I gave her the best rim job I possibly could. With her encouragement I grabbed her hips closer and stuck my tongue as deep as I could get it and soon became very intimate with the inner walls of her beautiful asshole.

      “Ooh!” She squealled, a new sound I had discovered from her, and I felt her hips shake and quiver in my grasp. I was definitely doing something right. “…That’s the sweet spot.”

      I probed my tongue in and out, sliding it against the walls of her anus. Danielle must have felt like she was trapped in one of those hentai films, an experience I could only begin to imagine, a big cock up there is one thing, this must be totally different. I rubbed my tongue against her north wall, her east wall, her south wall, every wall my tongue could find!
“Oh! Oh! My god!…” The more Danielle responded the deeper I tried to go, she grabbed my head pressed my head as far into her crack as she could cutting off my air. She held me there, rubbing my face back and forth as if that would help me find new depths to probe.

      “MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……” Danielle whimpered for as long as she had the air to do so, the sound trailing out of her in one massively long breath, during which i was absolutely throbbing downstairs, “We should definitely do this more often… yeah…”

      Encouraged, I started stroking her shaft and gave what I was sure to be the first of many rusty trombones.

      Finally after a long time without air she pulled me free and I gasped to fill my depleted lungs, a trail of spit dangling between my tongue and her now very slick asshole. Danielle turned around, hand still firmly gripping my hair, and her very erect cock lightly slapping my cheek as she did. She look down at me with that fucking sexy grin she often wore when she was up to no good, she watched me, tongue out, drooling all over the side of the tub since it had been quite a while since I’ve been able to swallow.

      “Now you may clean my cock,” she said as if this was her way of showing gratitude and she rested her cock onto my dripping tongue and pulled my head closer one hand on my head, the other on the chain.

      My mouth was so slick that it slide right in, and kept sliding, all the way down into my throat and beyond until my lips reached her base all in one smooth fluid motion. I could feel the collar around my neck stretch as it pushed past with little resistance. I must have been getting really good at deepthroating because it wasn’t even all that uncomfortable anymore. The feeling almost seemed to satisfy a deep itch that I didn’t even know was there until she hit it with the tip of her cock.

      She only held it there for a second before pulling out, again in a smooth fluid motion, until my lips were kissing her tip, then it was back in all the way, then back out, then back in, all the while keeping the pace steady. It was the gentlest throat fucking i’ve experience.

      Finally after a few minutes she pulled me all the way off, now multiple strands of spit hung between my mouth and her very wet cock.

      “Have you forgotten that you are supposed to be cleaning it?” she advised, looking down sternly at her increasingly saliva-soaked cock, “Do you expect me to walk around tonight with a sticky dick?”

      “No mistress!” I gasped before she slid me back down, now whenever I reached the base I try to pull off all the spit I had put there. It took a few repetitions to try at get her clean while she forced herself all the way in and out but eventually I got her clean. And then she kept going. She was clean. I was staring at her clean cock going cross-eyed while doing so but it was definitely clean. I swallowed a loads worth of my own built up saliva when she pulled me nearly off but still insisted my mouth go back down for more.

      She pumped my head to and fro, her cock disappearing and re-appearing with each rhythm and didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. Her pace quickened and I realized this was not just about getting a clean cock, it was also about getting a clean set of balls. Her pace picked up and after a solid ten minutes of taking her whole throbbing length that she was getting very close; her breathing was getting irregular and louder with each thrust of my head.

      My own cock was desperate to escape from it’s tight confines, the head rubbing against the lubricated insides of slave pants, while my ass clenched again and again on the prodigious dildo wedged deep inside me.

      The throbbing down below started to get out of my control like a vicious cycle, as my ass tightened again and again as Danielle gasped and moaned, she was so close, I could tell, and there was another taste that started to envelope my tongue, her precum was leaking profusely now.

      I knew what was about to happened and longed for it so desperately as she continued to slide into my throat with the same steady rhythm.

      I couldn’t control myself, I felt convulsions start to quiver up my body from my nether regions as she buried her thick, long deliceous cock down my gullet and my ass tightened all around that wonderful dildo and felt the rubbery, lubricated confines of my nether regions start to become a little more lubricated as I spent myself inside them, shuddering like a broken fucktoy as Danielle pulled her cock free of my face.

      I knelt there, quivering, filling my shorts happily, but stunned as Danielle just stood there, ankles still submerged in the bathwater, her cock dripping with a clear, semenless spunk, and a deep mischievous smirk on her face, watching me cum like a good little cock slave.

      I could only shake and shudder as my orgasm finally subsided, my mouth agape, in both surprise and ecstasy while my orgasm gradually trailed away.

      I stared at her, incredulous, as her member soared above my head still leaking prefusely, my face caught some of the precum dripping off her cock hitting my face like tender rain. Her cock was throbbing like I’ve never seen before and her balls looked positively swollen from the load that was built but not dispensed. Didn’t she want to cum? Why didn’t she cum?

      “Agh… Ooh…” Danielle grimaced but with a mild smile, “I think that’s clean enough.”

      She released her grip and stepped out of the tub, the water that clung to her ankles dripping over the tiled floor, leaving me there like a puppy still waiting for its treat. I could definitely feel my own little load sliding down my cock to my balls where it pooled at the bottom of my diminishing bulge.

      “Dry me off,” she commanded while standing there in a relaxed T-pose.

      “Yes, Mistress,” I grabbed the towels and started drying her off attentively.

      “Gentle… gentle…” she insisted when I started drying off her cock that was still rock hard and practically shaking, she was clearly a hair trigger away from blowing her load all over the wall. I was careful to be delicate in my task, fearful of upsetting Danielle.

      “Are you satisfied… mistress?” I asked tentatively, taking only the slightest of ganders at her cock, still erect and throbbing incessantly, I was starting to worry that she might need medical assistance if her erection wasn’t going to go down.

      “Drain the tub, slave,” she said, ignoring my question but I detected a faint quiver to her voice, “And find me a new song, there are more task I need you to perform.”

      “Yes, Mistress,” I replied without hesitation, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the blue balls she had just given herself and why she had done it, she must be planning something. Just the thought caused my bulge to grow again and my heart to skip.

      I cycled through the songs again until she was satisfied. She ordered me to grab the red hair dye under her cabinet since she wanted ‘a new look’ as she put it.
“I’m a little tired of this look” Danielle said looking into the mirror and pinching at her frosted blonde tips of her pixie length hair, “But first I want the sides and back cut short. Now get to it, I expect nothing short of perfection.”

      I held the hair dye in one hand and the scissors in the other and looked back at her terrified.

      “I… I’ve never done this bef-”

      “Did I say you could speak?” she interrupted intensely.

      “R-Right away Mistress,” I replied, my eyes wide with fear.

      “Good,” she said smugly, smacking my ass for extra measure where a most of my own load had gathered around the base, “just remember to be careful and diligent. No rushing it.”

      Danielle draped a towel around her neck to protect it from wayward hairs and dyes and sat in the empty tub, closing her eyes waiting for me to begin. I started combing her wet hair straight, because that’s what barber’s do right? At first my hand was trembling, shaking with the fear of failure. I breathed deep and began cutting and shaving her hair to her description. Anytime I started having doubts I just remember to do as she said. Careful and diligent. I made small cuts at first but as time went on my confidence grew bit by bit and I was cutting more and more around her sides and back until I felt that she had the look she had described for me.

      “Does it look good?” Danielle demanded.

      “Uhh,” I hesitated, unsure how to describe my own work so quickly after I was done, “I think it looks good.”

      “Good, now I would like the tips of my hair dyed red, I’m tired of this frosted look,” Danielle told me, “you’ll need those gloves,” she added pointing over to the sink cabinet where I found a box of plastic gloves.

      “Yes, Mistress,” was all I said as I set to work. This job was less stressful than cutting her hair, like a paint by numbers I just had to coat the part of her hair that already bleached, and gave her a new look. When I was done I had to admit I really liked the soft transformation. I didn’t think it was possible but she looked even sexier with the red tips in her hair. My heart fluttered again as it hit me that this was my girlfriend. God I must have been the luckiest man on earth.
“Mirror,” Danielle commanded.

      I held her mirror in front of her, nervous and praying that she liked it. She tilted her head side to side and made small “Mph” but otherwise was sporting an unreadable pokerface. While holding the mirror in front of her I couldn’t help but notice her cock was finally starting to become flaccid but there was a huge pool of precum forming underneath the head of her cock in the drained tub and when I looked up Danielle was smirking at me.

      “Well, have a taste, slave,” she said grabbing her balls with one hand and her shaft with the other and squeezed out a huge amount of clear cock juice, I bent over immediately and slurped it up like it was the end of a straw.
      
      “Yeah, drink my milkshake,” she ordered with glee.
      
      It was so much, I couldn’t believe she had produced that much precum, it almost filled my cheeks, bigger than any normal persons load. She watched as I swallowed it down in one gulp, revelling as she watched it slide down my throat. Whereas I couldn’t help but stare at her engorged testicles, far larger than I’ve ever seen, even half an hour after she stopped me giving head she still looked like she was one soft breeze away from cumming.

      “What is it slave!?” Danielle’s loud voice catching me off guard, she had noticed again that I was staring, “Well, speak.”
      
      “It’s just… are you sure you are satisfied… Mistress?” I stammered, adding the last word just in time.
      
      “Slave, if I were not satisfied believe me you would know.”

      I sighed, she still gave no indication that I had done a good job, but perhaps no indication was a good indication.

      “Now let’s give this time to dry,” Danielle continued getting out of the bath, a fine strand of precum trailed from her cock all the way to bottom of the tub. She brought her finger across the underside of her tip breaking the strand.

      “Open.” she ordered. I did, and she wiped her finger on my tongue and started walking away, “We still have a few hours before we need to leave for your friends party, why don’t we watch a movie. You may lick up the rest if you like, I honestly don’t care.” And she left the bathroom naked, leaving me with just the sight of her ass as she turned down the hall. I had a strong feeling we were about to recreate that line from Bloodhound Gang and she intended to do me doggystyle so we could both watch a movie at the same time. But there was no way she would last that long considering the fine knife’s edge her orgasm was clearly on.
      I looked down into the tub where there was a hefty pool of that clear liquid sitting there, I stared at it for a second before bending over and scooping up a bunch of it with just three fingers and studying it for a moment, spreading my fingers and seeing the many strands of the sticky liquid connect my fingers like webbing. I then licked each finger clean before following her out to the living room.