Overtime - dominatrix's revenge 4

So still on the domme revenge kick. As someone who occasionally puts his foot in it in his quest for life to be as good as it can be, by offering 'helpful' suggestions, it's a line that keeps on giving.

So having occasionally had a word to say about timing, things not lasting the scheduled time, i thought of practical revenges for those I've occasionally maligned in this way.

There are times when I'm at a loose end after a session and Mistress will know this. So she knows that there will be no real life consequences to just not going. I'll be tired and drained and sore, and looking forward to a bath and bed (often just collapsing into bed) but she chooses to be generous. Her own domestic arrangements are sorted satisfactorily so there's time still for Mistress fun.

We're finishing dinner but there is no simple walk to the car. Instead the night involves a short trip via the local late night shop where a bottle of her favourite drink and mixer is bought. I may want sleep but Mistress isn't ready for home yet.

So back to the room we go. I strip again and fetch her drinks. She settles into a comfy spot on the bed, resting on a giant mound of pillows. She indicates what sharing will be done by refitting my still aching jaw with the day gag that caused it to ache. Also indicates what conversation is required. I am allowed to crawl to her feet and lie on my side back to her at the foot of the bed, her feet plonked ungently on my hip.

Aching genitals are pulled back between thighs, presented close to her beautiful feet, close by to torment as the mood strikes. She settles in for some telly and any moments of displeasure with the content are punctuated with an ungentle prod by a foot into my balls. To prevent me dozing off the same remedy is applied. When she wants another drink i am sent off to fetch it with another friendly push in the balls. It is the universal gesture and attached is the simple command required.

 After each i return with the glass, proffer it and then reposition myself at her feet. Thighs together, body bent to allow genitals to rest unprotected by her feet, hands demurely on head to receive my input as she cares to offer it.

She's like an unwanted house guest taking over and tyrannising a space I'd been expecting to have back. I don't know when, or even if, she'll leave. I can't go to sleep til she allows it. I fear when sleep is allowed it'll be not on the comfy bed i crave but the hard floor or worse that of the attached bathroom.

And by this Mistress gets a nice de-compress from her day's work, a nice relaxing sleep in a cosy bed and the warm glow of knowing her doting sycophant will not bother her with issues of time again.

That and he'll always be properly terrified of her repeating the treatment...