Nothing much happened after the gang bang except that Master and I talked as I drifted in and out of sleep. At times, he held me in his arms and fed me small appetizers that he personally made for me and some time that evening, I departed his residence and drove straight home. Completely exhausted from the weekend's activity, I sat on our couch and watched TV with the dogs at my feet.
Nothing on TV piqued my interest and so I lay my heavy head back on the sofa's cushions and closed my eyes. Immediately, images of my weekend flashed before me and it felt as though I were watching myself submit to Master Mike on a movie screen.
The next day at work began the same as any other. I arrived and 7 a.m., rested from 9 hours of peaceful sleep and ready to tackle the day's opportunities. At lunch time, I had a moment's peace and checked my cell phone for messages. There were none and I admit I was a little disappointed but then told myself it was just as well because I was there to work and didn't need the distraction.
But who am I kidding? I'm thinking about him and his magnificent cock and the wicked slut I want to be with him. If I were in his presence, I'd offer to suck his cock and if he turned me down I'd beg him until he gave in. I'm totally distracted I told myself and pressed the button on my cell phone to call him.
"Hello?"
"Hello sir, it's Bob," I whispered.
"Bob, how are you?"
"I'm fine sir. At work taking a lunch break and just wanted to say hello."
"What are your plans this evening?"
"Nothing special; go home, feed the dogs, walk them, eat and watch TV."
"How about after you eat, you come over and mingle with me and some friends?"
"Sure!" I said, "How should I dress?"
"Anything you can peel out of in less than three shakes of a lamb's tail," he laughed and then said "I'll expect you about 6:00 tonight. Don't be late."
"I don't know if..."
"Oh and Bob, keep your hands off my cock until I give you permission to jack it. Is that clear?"
"I'm at work, I'm not doing that."
"What time can you leave for the day?"
"I usually leave around 5 pm but its slow today and I could leave any time after 3 pm or so if necessary."
"I think its going to be necessary. I need to make a few calls and then I'll call you later."
I had an immense erection in my pants and I wanted to tell him that it was because I was thinking of him and looking forward to sucking his cock. But I didn't tell him that because I couldn't afford for anyone to hear.
"Okay Sir. Talk to you later," I said. And the line went dead.
Well that did it. My mind was definitely a million miles from where it needed to be if I was going to get any work done. Making things worse was the stiff erection in my pants and the sudden desire I felt to stroke it. Even though Master told me not to stroke it, I couldn't help it. The man knew I would if he told me not to. Even now he was influencing my behavior and that excited me. For him, I stopped raking my fingers over the extended crown ridge circling the head of my cock.
Instead of working, I played Soduku. It's a fun game of sequencing numbers and I use it often at work as a way to clear my mind of distractions so I can mentally return to work. Numbers are pure and except for the occasional pairings of sixes and nines, I can focus solely on that. Yet today, I'm so lust crazed that even my numbers game isn't helping to clear my mind.
I struggle with an easy level game and my mind drifts to the past weekend's activities and the sexual play I engaged in. It was incredible to finally be able to touch a live cock, hold it in my hands and suck it down my throat. It was incredible to feel him explode in my mouth and taste his creamy cum as he shot rope after rope onto my tongue and lips. I thought about the whipping I received too. I relished in the thought of the searing pain shooting throughout my body with every lash he gave me and I put my hand in my lap to quietly rub my hard on.
The whipping was special. It took a strong-willed yet caring man to do what he did to me and see it through until I submitted to him. It was not the only way to take my cherry ass but it was the best way.
After about an hour of struggling with Sodoku and reliving the details of my wild weekend, I call the pet sitter and make arrangements for him to take care of my dogs this evening. I wonder why I didn't think of that this weekend. It would have given me so much more freedom.
I had to take a piss and headed to the bathroom. I used a stall for privacy and stood over the toilet. My cock was semi hard and throbbing as I held it in my hand and just like that my piss streamed out and hit the wall first and then the top of toilet's rim before it splashed into the bowl. It was mildly funny because I never miss like that. Yet, it was a free warning too, and I noted it seriously. Master Mike was dangerous for me. Not because he would hurt me but because I was married and employed and I was risking all of that to experience wonderful cock. I need to be careful not careless.
When my cell phone rang again, I noted who was calling and answered as stiffly as I could. "Hi Sir."
"Bob, I want you to leave your office at 2:30 pm and drive to 2525 Westminster Avenue. Valet park your car and proceed to the Penthouse level. There you will meet me and I will give you your final instructions. Do you have any questions?"
"I can't..."
"Yes you can Bob. Lock your notebook computer in the cabinet and leave a note on your cube that says you've gone to the dentist. Nobody questions dental appointments. "
My hard on returned. There was mystery in his invitation and mischief in his voice. "Okay, I'll do it."
"Good boy. Remember leave at 2:30 pm sharp so you make it here by 3 pm."
He hung up before I said goodbye.