A Favorite Good Boy  Ė pet 1 © Copyright 2001

Known in NY as Mistress Jalena Ė in Asia as Mistress Jung Ming

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It was Tuesday night - Iíd just returned home from work. Tonight the heat made me think I was back in Asia, where the nights were long and steamy. I parked my truck wherever there was a space and only gave a damn that I was finally out of the frigging office and one of my favorite slaves was waiting to serve me. I entered my house locking the door and glanced around to make sure it had been cleaned pursuant to my instructions. Iíd previously left him a message that I wanted a nice cool drink waiting for me when I entered. As I removed my black spike heels I heard the sound of ice clinking on the bottom of a glass.

Walking over to the couch I sat downÖrelaxed and waited for him to bring me my drink. My slave tonight was built quite nicely and I always enjoyed his company.

"Mistress, I have your drink."

Obediently, he brought it toward me - kneeling before me he offered it to me. I looked him over and he blushed, but his cock was already hard without my permission. Taking the drink from his hand I held out my leg for him to massage. Sitting back I let his hands mold my calf and massage down to my toes. As always, he began massaging my calf, toes and the ball of my foot. Relaxing back onto the cushions I opened my thighs wider so he could see what would wait for him if he pleased me. I watched as he tried to concentrate on my painted toenails, but he kept glancing up at my nice light brown cunt - I knew he would Ė this whore was so predictable but one of my favorites.

"Mistress, did you have a rough day?"

I looked at him and snarled, "Did I tell you to speak? I recall saying meet me with a drink. I donít recall asking you to ask me questions."

Pulling my leg from his hands I stood up and walked around him. When I was in back of him I put my foot on his shoulder and pushed forward, "Get on all fours and let me see what Iíve put up with for months and why I should bother with someone like you." Iíve found my best whores among American men and have kept a few like this one. I have another favorite but I have him on weekends, since I keep him for two days of cock and ball bondage and other such sessions.

My whore was kneeling before me and taking my toe I pushed his thighs wider apart. "Donít speak whore until Iíve told you to and then it will only be yes or no Mistress."

His balls were a nice size and hanging. "Turn your ass toward the couch so I can sit and look at your balls."

As I sat down he had already turned and spread his thighs wide. Leaning back I took my toes and began playing with his meaty sacs. I heard him groan in pleasure deep in his throat but he wisely didnít say anything. Sipping my drink I reached for the daily paper and as I read the front page I played with his balls with the top of my foot. Once in a while I would just use my toes and smack them so they would swing slightly between his thighs.

"Donít move, pet. I like playing with your balls right now. In a moment I want to take a bath."

Finishing the paper I leaned forward. Reaching for his balls I cupped them in my hand and slowly pulled them down away from his body. I heard a slight whimper as they had stretched,

and then I started to gently squeeze them. Reaching I took a sac in each hand running my thumb along the center vein.

"Does it feel good, pet? Does my whore like his balls pulled on?" Just when he was about to say yes I squeezed hard and his answer was a gasp of submission.

Standing up I figured my bath could wait and I brought back a nice medium-tressed whip with many tresses making it soft on the flesh. I walked slowly in front of him and with the tip of the whip lifted up his chin so he was looking up at me, "Do you worship this pussy in front of you, my whore?" He licked his lips before he could answer. Stepping closer so I knew my feminine scent was engulfing his senses, I whispered, "Are you my whore? Mine? To do what I want to?"

His tone of submission was needy and my hand raised bringing the tresses of the black whip down low across the ass of his cheeks. His muscled ass tightened and he groaned, "Yes, Mistress. Iím yours."

I grinned, it takes men so long to learn to say the word whore, but I donít keep the ones that canít say it. They need to know it and feel it and be it. That to me is a good boy!

"Youíre my what?"

The whip crept lower on his ass and the tresses slowly and sensually slid over his balls Ė "Youíre my what?"

I heard his breathing was escalated and moving closer to his body and reaching under him I squeezed his hard cock that was already dripping. "Such a nice hard cock my whore has. What are you to me?"

I heard him whisper he was my whore and I ran my long finger nail around the underside of his thick cock head. "Tell me louder, what are you?" I was now flicking the tip of his dripping cock with the end of my nail while the whip was playing with his balls until he finally gasped, "Your whore!"

Kneeling next to him I kept one hand on his thick cock while I began to bring the whip down over his lower ass cheeks letting it strike his balls. Every time he would jerk and moan with pain Iíd slide my hand and squeeze the head of his cock, then let the pressure up on his cock and bring the whip across his balls. They were swollen, and now tightening high under his cock.

This whore I especially liked and kept every Tuesday open for him to serve me. "Donít come yet!"

I could feel his body in a tight knot of need and his cock was pulsing in my grip but through gritted teeth he managed to say yes Mistress. His ass was red streaked with marks and I threw the whip down. My one hand squeezed the head of his cock and I expertly reached and squeezed his balls Ė looser, then tighter, then looser, then tighter!

Leaning over him I bit him on the ass cheek with a final pull on his sacs, "Cum now you whore. Cum for your Mistress and show her your submission!"

His groaning was at the same time his body began to shoot hot cum into my hand and I kept milking his balls Ė squeezing until I knew he had shot his entire load and his balls were starting to relax and loosen.

"Stay kneeling while I run my bath and when I call you I expect you to have some energy back to at least suck some pussy or would you like to use the vibrator up my pussy? No, donít answer Ė Iíll call you."

I walked into the bathroom knowing what Iíd have him do. The new double headed vibrator I had brought home was for Friday night. I also had bought a new butt plug for my Friday night whore Ė new toys for a good boy that listened.

As I turned on the tub I looked back into the living room. Our eyes met and he smiled. I grinned back and wagged my finger at him in a no-no fashion as if telling him donít you move yet. I admired his body and his muscled thighs Ė nice thighs to rake nails down. I must file my nails before next Tuesday. For now Iím taking a nice bath and this is where I will end telling about this particular part of the session.


Mistress Jalena was raised in New York but learned the art of being a dominatrix in Shanghai. Now relocated to California, she writes exclusively for her male possessions and posts their sessions to Adult Story Corner. Known in Shanghai as Mistress Jung Ming.