The Games Afoot

Let me begin by saying I enjoy a big ass in my face as much as the next guy. Well, maybe more. I would probably do just about anything for it. It's
probably no surprise, then, that I'm a sexual submissive. This being said, you can imagine my enthusiasm when my Mistress invited me to spend six days on a private yacht with her and her friends. I felt only a taint of sorrow for her first choice. Sally (not his real name) was supposed to accompany our Mistress, but was too ill. I was a last minute fill-in. I knew I wasn't Her first or even second choice. Our Mistress preferred sissies for personal service, so I would have to work extra hard to please her. Six days....
At first it started much as can be expected, mostly with me carrying baggage with the other subs for the ladies, fetching Her drinks, massaging
tanning lotion into Her lovely back. All the subs were performing similar tasks,

and we got into some informal competitions on who did them best or quickest. (We

are subs, but we're still guys.)
So, Doms comfortable and subs bustling about, we set sail. The
afternoon on deck passed rather quickly. I was glad for the opportunity to be
there, with Her, in the sun. I didn't let her down, my service, despite my rough

edges, was as good or better than any other. Although several of the other subs
looked down on me, I didn't let it dampen my spirits. After all, She DID choose
me, and I was spending time with Her.
So it was even better that evening, after dinner, when she initiated
playtime. She must have been pleased with me, because it was a favorite game of
mine, one we call 'Stickup'. My Mistress, with a toy gun, slipped behind me
unnoticed. Putting the gun in my back, she said, "This is a stickup, reach for
the sky, pilgrim."
I was in absolute heaven!
"Please don't shoot me, miss! I'll do anything you say!" I responded.
She handed me a pillow case from the bed. "Give me all your cash and
valuables. Put them in the sack." she demanded.
"I'm sorry, miss, I don't have much." I emptied my pockets, and threw in my

watch.
"That's ALL!" she jibed. I could tell she was having trouble staying in
character, she was fighting back a giggle.
"Yes, miss, that's all my Mistress allows me. I'm very sorry." Knowing what

was coming, my cock came to life.
"I want more, strip and put your clothes in the bag." she demanded. I
complied, but staying in character balked at my under shorts.
"Everything?" I asked sheepishly.
"Everything." she stated.
"But, what possible use could you have for my underwear?" I asked.
"Not so much your underwear as your dignity. Now, let's have them or I'll
shoot you." (Remember, she has a 'gun') I complied, putting my last stitch of
clothing in the pillowcase (sorry, robber's loot bag). "Now," she demanded,
"push the bag to me with your foot." I pushed the bag to her with my left foot.
Staying in character, I shyly covered my crotch as I did.
"Oh,ho!" she exclaimed, "That wasn't all, what are you hiding, boy."
"Just my cock, miss."
"Well, put your hands back in the air, let's have a look." I put up my
hands, exposing my semi-erect cock for her, blushing. I always got too much into

this game, which is probably why she likes playing it with me. "It's soft!", she

complained, "I'll teach you not to be so shy about showing it. Lower a hand and play with it, get it hard." I fondle myself at her command, becoming fully erect

very quickly.

"That's nice, now put your hand back up." I do, letting go of my erection. "Yes, very nice. Get on your knees, and spread them wide." I kneel and spread my

knees as far as I can. "Good boy, now lean back." I lean back, having trouble balancing because my hands are still in the air.
"Now THERE is a good reason to be embarrassed. You look ridiculous!" she jibes. I stay like that a few moments, painfully erect, while she walks around
me. When she is done examining me she stands in front of me. A wicked grin crosses her face. I am a little worried, and a little thrilled. My cock throbs. I feel very vulnerable, like a bug in a microscope. She waits a few moments like

this, making me crazy.
"Jerk off." she commands.
I grab my cock, and she laughs at my urgency. I quickly bring myself near
orgasm, amusing her with my frantic energy. "Are you close?" she asks. She knows

I am. All I can do is mumble a yes. Uh-oh.

"I can't HE-AR you!" she sings out. I shouldn't mumble.
"Yes, miss," I reply clearly, "I'm about to come."
"Then STOP!" she commands. "I didn't TELL you to come, did I?" I stop. My whole body shudders, I was real close. A few drops of pre-cum form at the tip of

my cock. My body slows back down. She puts the toy gun against the head of my cock. "If you come," she whispers, "I'll shoot the head off your dick. I want to

see semen, but I don't want you to enjoy it." She was really getting into this,
and so was I. I was TERRIFIED!
"Now, start again, and this time do it slower. Let's see how nuts I can
make you." I comply, slowly jerking myself off for her. All too soon the urge
hits me. She senses it and puts the toy gun to my cock. "Remember, BANG!" she
whispers.
"I need to stop now," I complain, "I'm going to come." She says nothing,
but using the gun barrel she plays with the tip of my cock. She leans close to
my ear, and puts her tongue in. I am totally crazy now.
"Bang!" she whispers, almost inaudibly, invading what is left of my head
space.
"Oh, please let me stop!" I cry.
"You don't want to come?" she asks, incredulously. "But you're so horny!"
"But you'll shoot my cock if I do." I say, "Please don't let me come." She
giggles, this is where she wanted me. She loves that she can make me beg not to
orgasm, as horny as I am.
"Okay," she says, putting her left foot under my cock. "but I still expect
some semen from you." Her timing is impeccable. I release my cock just as semen
begins to flow from the tip, dripping onto her shoe. She giggles, girlishly. She

is the only woman who can do this to me. My cock does not throb, my semen isn't
squirted, and best of all (for Her) I have no relief.
"Look what you did!" She grins devilishly and says, "Now lick that up!"
I do. I start there anyway, and work my way up her leg. She doesn't stop
me, or give any sign that I should stop. Soon I am doing what I do best. I have
been told that I'm a mediocre screw, but I can eat pussy well. Apparently my
Mistress doesn't mind and I soon have her on my face, smothering me and
screaming. She comes, and collapses on top of me.
I frantically wave three fingers in the air, our safe signal when we can't
speak. It takes her a few tense moments to notice, but she quickly dismounts
me.
"That was nice, are you all right?"
"Yes, thanks. My nose is a little bent."
She giggles at this, then gets back into character. "What are you doing off

your knees?"

I quickly resume my former position, but am soft. She finds the toy gun and

puts it under my cock, lifting it slightly. Touching my balls with the muzzle,
she whispers, "Bang!"
Boing is more right, I'm instantly erect. BOING!
"Since you have been so patient, I won't shoot your dick off if you come
this time, maybe." I grab my cock, knowing that she's still teasing. She
wouldn't let me off the hook that easy.
We're interrupted by a masco-feminine scream from the hallway. Probably
some poor sissy getting a surprise from behind from his Mistress. Probably, but
all my internal alarms were going off. My Mistress and I both jumped up, game
forgotten. For a woman her size she could move damn fast, and beat me to the
door.
Shit, I sure would have enjoyed that orgasm.
---Dano