As is often the case, i felt that writing in the first person made this more immediate. It is fiction and not autobiographical.
Mistress and i are at a Pawsox game. (Yes, minor league baseball, not very sexual.) i am in the rosy afterglow of ejaculation, because Mistress let me orgasm that morning. Still, that is a poor excuse for my mistake.
The hot dog vendor was a pretty young woman. i get two hot dogs and enjoy her leaving, then i mumble "Gee, i could use a" then catch myself and shut up.
Unfortunately for me, Mistress heard me. "You could use a what?" She asks.
In retrospect i should've answered "a dab of mustard" or something. Instead i try to explain, "Oh nothing. It's just an old muttering. Kind of like a verbal tick."
"What is the full sentence?" asks Mistress.
"Nothing," i say, "Don't worry about it."
"william," She says in a voice i know too well. A voice that says I'm not angry, yet. "I asked you a direct question twice and I'm losing patience."
"Yes," i say. "I was going to say, 'gee, i could use a blow job.'" Did i mention she has me in a Club F.E.M. chastity device?
She smiles and says, "In your condition it would be different than you expect." Her smile tells me She is thinking something.
We watch the rest of the game and it never comes up again. You'd think She's forgotten. i know i'm not that lucky. The Red Barons beat the Pawsox 6-4.
When we get home Mistress says, "Strip." i strip and kneel. i know better than to do or say anything. The hole is deep and i don't want to dig more.
She returns and puts my collar on. "Do you know what you did wrong?" she asks.
"i didn't answer Your question the first time You asked it."
"Yes," she said. Normally she'd ask me what i think the punishment should be. Not this time. She has something in mind. "Go into the living room, kneel on a throw pillow, hand cuff yourself, and wait."
"Yes, Mistress," i say. Frankly i was expecting a caning but i'm glad to have lucked out. i kneel and cuff my hands behind my back. She comes in wearing her strap-on.
She stands in front of me and says, "Time for you to get that blow job," then smiles.
"Yes, Mistress, " i say.
It must show that i have no idea what i'm doing. "You need practice on giving me blowjobs," She says. "Although I must admit you look cute from this angle with my dick in your mouth
"Mmthh," i say.
"You know," she says, "unlike a regular dick I can last for hours."
An hour or so later my jaw is really sore.
"Did you learn to answer me when I ask you a question, william? Will you remember your jaw the next time?"
"Jes, Mistress," i say through the drool.
"Good," she says, "I've got a better use for this. Turn around. Your ass is mine."
When the Lady smiles i can't resist her call. As a matter of fact, i don't resist at all. Well that depends if it is a smile or a grimmace.