an unforgettable anniversary : An unexpected whip kiss by purcelus

 

an unforgettable anniversary : An unexpected whip kiss

In order to celebrate the two years of our marvelous encounter, one November day under the autumn sun of Bucharest, I had decided to invite my Goddess to Greece. Temperatures are not yet too cold in this place of the globe, at this moment. My Mistress loves hot spots all year round.
The “Rendez-Vous” was fixed at the Thessaloniki airport in the middle of the afternoon. As our flight schedules were slightly different, my Mistress first arrived at the airport. I was a little nervous because usually a slave awaits his Queen, and I could not accommodate him properly on my knees in front of Her arrival terminal.
Once landed, I ran to find my Mistress. She was seated at a small cafe, so beautiful, so dazzling in Her leopard dress with Her black thigh boots and wolford stockings covering Her exquisite legs. I laid some kisses, full of love on the tip of Her boots.
She was radiant and smiling, as I had never seen Her before. It was our birthday, or simply She was happy to see me again only 10 days after our last trip in Italy. I do not know. My weekend was promised to be marvelous, owing to the happiness that gives me Her bright smile.

The weather was, however, for now, unlike our finding, sustained rains. Is there a sign? We retrieved the rental car.
I remember kneeling myself in a great puddle of water, being completely soaked to kiss my Mistress’ feet – Permanent ritual for the climb and descent of my Owner from a car. And I confess that I shall never tire of it.

After an hour of drive under the flood and nightfall, we arrived in a luxurious palace at the foot of Mount Olympus. My goddess joining all the Greek deities staying at the top.
My Mistress entered first in our suite. A wonderful surprise, a large balcony with a Jacuzzi leading to a magical sea view. I was amazed and very happy to be able to live this weekend here, in such a setting, with the Goddess of my life.

No sooner had the door been closed by the Mistress of the Hotel than she ordered me :

“Get naked, purcelus”

I was surprised at this speed but it was also a sign that my Mistress missed me.
While my Mistress used the toilet, I undressed myself as quickly as possible and I took advantage of it to put on the bed some gifts including a new dress. I confess that I cannot resist when I pass in front of a showcase to imagine the sculptural body of my Mistress highlighted with this accessory.

I was waiting for Her in a waiting position, knowing that She likes me to be docile and ready to be used for Her sole pleasure.
When She reappeared, I imagined Her “naughty smile” on Her lips.

” Go in the toilet room and wait for Me with Your head in the toilet bowl when I prepare for the dinner. And Smell the aroma of my waste !”

She closed the door and I heard Her sadistic laugh as She walked toward the bed.
My mistress had taken care not to used the flush so that I could enjoy the smell of Her divine caviar. The sight of Her divine nourishment, so close, so fragrant, at once repugnant but attractive, gave me chills. Indeed, these excrements are the fruit of the slow but precious work of my Goddess. It is divine food, which I shall love to taste.
After more than 30 minutes in this uncomfortable position, I began to feel dizzy.

Is it because of the intoxicating odor that has flooded my nostrils and permeated my brain ? or only the fact that my head starts to run out of oxygen ?

I heard the sound of my mistress’s boots approaching the toilet.
She opened the door and laughed.

“How do you feel slave? You like my dinner!”

 “I love to wait for my Goddess”

even if I was impatient to get off the toiletbowl.

But my Mistress has not finished with me, maybe She wanted to show me my place or just play a little bit with Her new bicolor dogwhip. Or She wanted to undergo my mental pain by a physical one?
She gave me 2 serial of 10 strokes, on my ass, not very strong. Unfortunately for me, She touched my balls in between my ass cheeks. It was my fault. I was horny, even in this position, just by smelling the caviar of my Goddess and thinking of Her, trying Her new dress. So, my balls was exposed in my legs.
This unexpected lash, I guess, gave idea to my Goddess. She decided to tie my balls with my toes so that they were truly and securely exposed to Her Kisses.

“My dear purcelus, for our trip celebrating our 2nd anniversary, I will kiss you …

on your balls, my balls.”

I was frightened, I did not know if I could bear the kisses of my Mistress. I began to perspire with extreme rapidity, the smell of Her caviar had suddenly disappeared. My Mistress is able in a fraction of a second to transform, stop or trigger my pain. Her magnetism has a limitless power over my mind.

She gave me 5 lashes, with a precision that only the hand of my Goddess can apply.
To my surprise, I did not scream but I feared at the sight of my testicles. She approached me, gave me a few slaps on my balls, then loosened my bonds.

“Get up slave, your balls are blue”

I just get off the toilet bowl and i cannot get on my knees. I felt my head turned, my legs were weak. I preferred to sit down for a moment. She showed me my testicles with small blues.
I raised my head to my goddess:

“Thank You Mistress, Thank You”

I saw Her, so beautiful, with a makeup of which She has the secret, Her look whose can’t leave. Her look, infernal and divine, verses confusedly the benefit and the punishment. I felt a little pride to have overcome this little ordeal for my Goddess.
Owing to Her, suddenly, I resumed my spirits to kiss Her feet and get up.

By preparing myself for the dinner, I couldn’t stop to thank Her again and again for having managed to push my limits so simply, so perfectly. I would not have imagined being able to offer my masculinity for the pleasure of my Goddess, for our pleasure. But once again, She surprised me, She found the key to lead me to unknown horizons.

“You like to feel my kisses on your balls, slave”
“Yes, goddess”,
“It’s just the Beginning, my purcelus”
With a frightful laugh that intrigued me during the rest of the evening and night.

We shut the door of the room and went downstairs for dinner.

My first evening was already wonderful but I didn’t know yet that our weekend would be unforgettable for us, for me … and for my balls.