Addicted To Samantha

Chapter One-4

Occasionally I would hear cars going by but other than that it was quiet. I had been leaning against this wall for seven or eight hours now. Much of the time I kept my eyes closed and tried to relax. With the close proximity of the wall to my eyes, everything got really blurry and bothered my vision. Finally I opened my eyes and realized that it was dark. Nighttime had fallen as I still waited for her.

The temperature had fallen and I was cold. I actually started to shiver just a little when I heard my Mistress’s car enter the driveway. Finally I would be released.

The lights came on in the house as my impatience grew. Every muscle in my body was revolting. I certainly was happy for her to return.

“So slave, have you learned anything today?”

“Yes, mistress. I should never be late and keep you waiting. I’m sorry that I was late this morning, but Marcy….”

“Sh-h-h-h… A slave never has an excuse. So don’t ever try to use any of your feeble excuses again, understand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“I was going to take you in the house and beat your ass for an hour or so before I let you lick my p***y, but I think your present position is far better. After all you still seem to want to blame others for your own mistakes. I’m going in, mix a nice stiff drink and let a big rubber c**k vibrate in me for a couple of hours. You can stay right where you are and think about what you are missing. Imagine, you could be nestled between my thighs on a nice comfortable bed, letting your tongue bring me so wonderfully instead of a battery operated toy.

“Wait a minute. I’ve got an idea. I can still give your tongue something to do and it will give you something to think about for the rest of the night. Don’t go away. I’ll be right back. Okay?”

She was only gone a couple of minutes. “Here,” she said slyly as she returned. “I’ve got a surprise for you. So close your eyes, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Apprehensively I did as she requested. Suddenly a flash of pain bit into me as she released a strong, sharp-toothed alligator clip onto my tongue. A very small chain hung from the clip and supported a fairly heavy weight.

“Uh – h – h – h – h – h – h….”

“That’s a reminder that I’ll accept no excuses. Be thankful I didn’t hang a ten pound weight on your balls as well, but I think this little sinker on your tongue will do. So have fun. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“M – m – m – m – m – m – m….”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be up before noon. Maybe you can catch a few winks sometime before dawn, so you’ll be ready for another fun day.”

Then she just turned and walked away. The lights went out on the deck and all was quiet. It was going to be a very long night.

How was I going to make it another eight or ten hours? My body was already wracked with pain and now my tongue was being pulled unmercifully by a monster with vicious teeth. Immediately thoughts of the movie Alien came to mind. The hideous creature that attacked them had rows and rows of huge dagger-like fangs. I could envision it hanging from my tongue with its unyielding grip. That’s how the clip felt on my tongue as it was stretched to its max. There was no way to escape the terrible pain that instantly filled my mouth. I was almost forced to cross my eyes as my brain unwillingly focused on the fiendish monster.

The weight was only two and a half pounds, but there was no way to pull it up and support it with my teeth. I was f****d. My tongued was stretched out with the hideous clip well beyond my jaws I would have to stand here and endure this agonizing ordeal until late tomorrow morning.

Sure I could stand up and walk away. I could lie down and let the weight rest upon the ground, but that would make me go against Samantha’s orders. I would drop her panties. There was no way that I could do that. I would not disobey her. No matter how bad it got, I would still be standing here when she finally got up and gave me permission to move.

I remembered the time I put myself in bondage and hung the seven and a half pound weight on my balls. I thought that was bad, but from the few minutes I’ve been here I quickly realized this was going to be far worse.

I quickly forgot how cold I was. I no longer felt the knotting of the muscles in my back and legs, but I was very aware of the constant pulling of the damn weight that my tongue now supported.

Minutes slowly drifted together, but time only inched along. When she finally decides to wake up I will have lived an unbearable eternity in hell.

Sirens sounded in the distance. There were several of them. Maybe there was an accident I thought. I wish they were coming here to save me, but no one would call 911 because a slave was standing voluntarily in the backyard of his Mistress’s house. Then all was quiet again as the moments passed.

Sometime during my ordeal, I realized how thirsty I was. Maybe it was because I couldn’t close my mouth. My tongue had dried out from the constant exposure to the elements. God, I needed a drink.

I was finally able to think of something else to help pass the time. I remembered when I was young. I used to do a lot of fishing. I’d wander the stream near my house or sit for hours in that old wooden row boat on the neighbor’s pond. Whether it was a big bass on a Jitterbug or a rainbow trout on a Gold Ribbed Hare’s Ear fly, I now knew how those fish must have felt as the hook was buried into their mouths.

I continually tried to think of past experiences to help pass the time, but there were just the spikes in my tongue and the oversized chunk of steel that hung there.

When I was in college I had a job on a small tourist-type railroad. The old engineer on the early steam locomotive lived near me, so we shared a ride each morning. I was always out drinking and partying at night and was usually late picking old Bill up for work. I usually drove a little faster than he liked, so he would often say, “It’s better to be ten minutes late at the Pearly Gates than to be in Hell on time.” The old man was wrong. I was late and I still got me an extra long sentence in hell.

Suddenly the lights came back on and I heard her voice. “You had enough fun? Think you’ve learned your lesson? I’ve decided I’d like your tongue instead of that plastic thing. Come on.”

Finally I was saved. I tried to straighten up but quickly realized that I couldn’t even move. I didn’t have the strength to rock back onto my feet. My knees wouldn’t bend to let myself down and I couldn’t speak because of the clip and the weight. I tried to make even the slightest sound, but my throat was too dry to even do that.

“Well, it’s your choice. You can stay there if you want.”

“Uh – h – h – h….”

Finally my Mistress realized my predicament. She came over, removed the clip from my tongue and unlocked my handcuffs.

As I finally got my hands against the wall to support myself, she asked, “You okay?”

I nodded my head and slowly got down on my knees. “Come on. I’ll help you inside.”

With a very garbled whisper I begged, “Please.”

A short while later I was on her bed and between her thighs. It was difficult to perform to her standards after my ordeal, but I did my best. I brought her a couple of times before she let me sleep.

It was late morning before I woke up. It’s funny. I never heard my Mistress get out of bed. As I walked into the bathroom, I found her soaking in a hot bubble bath. “Why don’t you join me?” she asked.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. After taking a much need piss, I slipped into the hot water with her. It felt so good as it melted away some of my aches and pains. We cuddled and fondled each other for quite a while. Finally she stood up and straddled me so I could satisfy her again.

My practiced tongue found her special spot. As her nerves exploded she pushed my head beneath the surface. Finally she let me up for a breath before I drown.

“God, you do that so good,” she whispered. “I’d let you continue, but you’ve got a lot to do after goofing off yesterday. Get your chores done because Lisa is coming over, and we’ll go out for dinner tonight.

“I’m going to the club for lunch and play some tennis.” As she started to leave, she turned, “Oh, I’ll lay out some clothes for you to wear tonight. Be ready when I get home.”