She turned aside from me and opened a drawer in her dressing table. As she did so, I hurriedly dressed. The clothes were tight, especially the top that stretched only as far as the end of my chest and the skirt which barely covered my arse. Pat seemed well please with my appearance though. “Such a lovely slut.” she smiled “Just one small detail is missing.” Picking up a tube of bright scarlet lipstick, she applied it to my lips. “So cheap and nasty!” she exclaimed, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “It really complements your clothes and brings out your inner whore. You look exactly like the girl you have always known yourself to be, the kind of nasty girl who’s always gagging for a big thick cock up her arse cunt. Well don’t worry my dear, your dream is about to come true! Just look what your Mistress is wearing!” I looked down and saw that Pat was now wearing a large black strapon. I noted too that it was double ended. “This is my favourite one.” Pat explained, stroking my cheek “It gives me the unbeatable pleasure of being fucked while fucking an inferior. I know I promised you the fuck of your life tonight but that was when I thought I would be taking your arse for the very first time. Now I know it has already been stretched, I am afraid the only pleasure I can guarantee is my own. You can only hope that your arsehole is still tight enough to enjoy my lovely thick cock.” “Your pleasure is all that matters to me Mistress.” I whispered and she smiled. “A very good response. You are learning slave. Now put your words into practice. Get down on your knees and start sucking. It shouldn’t be too difficult for you. I’m sure you’ve seen enough porn in your lifetime to know exactly what to do. Just imagine me as a big, handsome hunk or a sexy ladyboy. That should inspire you sufficiently!” My cock jerked at the mention of ladyboys and she smiled as I started to blush. Kneeling down, I lowered my head and started work on her cock-tip, lightly brushing it with my tongue and sprinkling it with kisses before swirling my tongue rapidly around it. Next, I licked the shaft on every side till it fairly glistened. Only then, did grip the cock in my hand and place it inside my mouth. I was hesitant at first because it was so thick and I found myself wondering how I was going to be able to take it in my arse. Pat was having none of that, however. “You’d better start sucking soon.” she warned me “I’m not going to wait all night for my fuck. My cock can be wet or dry when I push it inside you. It doesn’t matter to me but it will be much easier for you if it is nice and slick.” I nodded my understanding and starting sucking in earnest, bobbing my head up and down on the shaft. I was still too nervous of choking to take the cock’s full length in my mouth, however. Pat soon remedied that. Placing both her powerful hands on the back of my neck, she forced my head down until the cock filled both my head and my throat, laughing as I began to cough and splutter. “Now suck it properly you lazy bitch!” she growled, pulling my head back by the roots of my hair. I did my very best to be a good cocksucker from that moment on, even though it was sometimes difficult for me to breathe. Pat urged me on, using her hands to force my head up and down when her words did not produce the required results. By the time she finally declared herself satisfied, my throat was red raw but her cock was soaking wet and covered in my saliva. “Mmm.” said Pat “The way you use that sweet mouth of yours would make any man happy to have you as his girlfriend. Now let’s see if that arse of yours is as talented. Take hold of the bedframe and assume your previous position. Make yourself nice and ready for me. I want your arse high and open for my cock.” Gripping the frame, I pushed my arse back towards her, my legs spread wide so that my bumhole was as open and exposed as I could make it. “Good girl.” smiled my Mistress, gently patting my arse as she walked over to my side. She held some new items in her hand. “Just in case you get cold feet.” she explained, cuffing my hands to the bed before attaching one end of a thin metal chain to a ring on the frame and the other to a similar ring on my collar “You might find my cock rather painful and while I will enjoy feeling you squirm beneath it, I do not want you to run away.” “I would never do that Mistress.” I said “Better safe than sorry.” she replied, patting me on the head Pat walked round behind me and I heard the sound of something falling to the ground. Glancing back, I saw she had taken off her latex bra. Her huge breasts hung freely now and seeing even just a glimpse of them brought my cock back to full erection. Pat lifted my skirt and I felt her hands fondling my bum. Prying my arse cheeks apart, she spat directly onto my arsehole, rubbed her saliva around its rim, repeated the action and then pressed the tip of her cock against it. Automatically, my body tensed and my arse cheeks clenched. “Better loosen up bitch!” Pat told me, slapping my cheeks hard enough to make them sting “This cock’s going inside whether you want it to or not. I think you’d prefer it if it went in smoothly,” She slapped me again to emphasise her point. I took a deep breath and relaxed myself as best I could. A minute later, the cock was inside me, Pat leaning slowly forward with all her ample weight till I had swallowed almost its full length. It felt even bigger in my arse than it had in my mouth, so big that I felt my arse would explode, it was being stretched so much. The pain was intense, so intense in fact that, shamefully, I started to cry. Pat’s first reaction was one of anger. Slapping my arse she told me to shut my “fucking whore mouth.” When I failed to comply, however, she changed tactics. Leaning over me she put her hands on my chest and started rubbing my nipples through the lacy fabric that covered them while nuzzling and kissing the back of my neck. It was a wonderful feeling to be stroked and kissed so lovingly. My tears dried up and I smiled as I saw my cock, which had shrivelled up under the pressure of the pain, start to swell again. Pat noticed it too. While one hand continued playing with my chest, the other took hold of my shaft and started to slowly stroke it. “Feeling better dear?” she whispered “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’ll do my best to gentle with you, I promise, but you have to do something for me too. You have to fuck my cock just as hard as it’ fucking you. That will give me a lot of pleasure. Can you do that for Mistress?” “Yes Mistress.” I whispered “I will do anything for you.” “Good girl.” said Pat, kissing my back. She raised herself up again and placed a big hand on each of my arse cheeks, took a deep breath and then began fucking me in earnest. She went slowly at first, moving the cock in and out of my arse cunt, as she called it, in a manner which was almost gentle. As she had requested I moved my arse back and forth in time to her movements, ensuring that her cock was always buried as deeply as possible inside it. My had grown used to it now, stretching to accommodate it despite its size. The feeling was almost pleasurable, at least my own cock thought so. It was growing harder by the minute. Gradually, Pat increased the tempo of her strokes until she was pounding me so hard that I could barely keep up with her. I was thrusting my arse back and forth now with more energy than I had used in months and I could feel my breath growing shorter and my heart beating faster. Pat’s breathing was growing more laboured as well. Given her size, I had not expected her to last this long and she did, in fact, stop fucking me a few minutes later but only after she had fucked herself to three successive orgasms. Her moans and cries of delight after each wave of pleasure hit her made me feel equally pleased that I had satisfied her so well and this was reflected in the size and girth of my cock. By the time she cried out in ecstasy for the third time, my cum was spurting over her bed. Groaning with exhausted satisfaction, Pat slumped forward and leaned over me, her arms around my neck and her bare breasts pressed against my back. I was still impaled on her cock and I had to use all my strength to support her heavy body but the feel of her hot, sweating body so close to mine more than made up for any discomfort. Strange I thought, that I should now feel so much pleasure from the simple touch of a woman I had hated and avoided for years. Once Pat had recovered sufficiently, she slowly raised herself to her feet and pulled her cock from my arse. Dropping her strapon to the floor, she took a key from her dressing table and released me from my bonds. As she did so, she cast a critical eye over her cum soaked duvet. If I had expected words of thanks for my efforts and devotion I was too be cruelly disappointed. “Couldn’t you have been more fucking careful where you were aiming?” she demanded angrily I did not dare tell her how difficult that was when my hands were bound. “Strip the bed and change the cover and the sheets.” she ordered me “You can wash the dirty ones in the morning together with my other laundry and those clothes you are wearing now. You look fucking ridiculous in them anyway. I’ve left a list of other chores on the fridge. I’ll expect them all done before I wake up tomorrow. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time. I never get up before eleven on weekends. I’ll give you a shout when I wake up and you’d better get here bloody quick when I do. Until then, don’t you dare disturb me. You’ll be fucking sorry if you do, I can promise you that! Now hurry up and finish your work and get out of my sight!” She saw the look of disappointment in my face and laughed. “What? Did you think you’d be sleeping in here beside me tonight? You are my slave not my lover! I’ve had quite enough fucking for one day, thank you very much. I want to sleep now and since there’s nothing more you can do for me tonight I don’t want your disgusting presence anywhere need me. Just change the bed, remove the dirty laundry and fuck off out of my room. You can sleep in Sarah’s old room tonight. I’ll arrange more suitable accommodation for you tomorrow.” She sat on a chair beside her dressing table and watched as I performed my duties in silence. I knew better than to argue with her now. Although I kept my head down, I did manage to steal several stealthy glances of her magnificent breasts. They were saggy, yes, but wonderfully large with gloriously thick engorged nipples. I felt a familiar stirring in my loins as I imagined sucking on them and had to rapidly think of something else before my increasingly irritated Mistress noticed I was being less than attentive to my chores. When the bed was finally made, after I had earned a reprimand from Pat for struggling to put the duvet in the cover, she declared herself satisfied and told me once again to “fuck off out of” her room and not come back till she called me. My head hanging low, I closed the door as I left the room and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Having deposited the duvet cover and my girl clothes beside the washing machine I walked back upstairs to my bedroom for the night. I felt strangely uncomfortable as I did so, as if I had left part of my true identity behind. Once in bed, I set the alarm for 5 am. If I knew Pat, the list of chores she had prepared for me would be a long one. She had always told Sarah I was a lazy bastard who should do a lot more work around the house. Despite my exhausted state, it was some time before I drifted off to sleep. I felt a strange mixture of elation that I had brought so much pleasure to Pat in just one evening and a terrible sadness that even though I had now changed my opinion of her, seeing her for the first time as the Goddess she truly was, she still thought of me as some kind of disgusting lower form of life, someone who could never be considered the equal of either myself or her daughter. I knew, of course, that equality was an impossible ambition for a slave like me but I was determined that she should one day realise my true value as both a slave and a man. It was in that moment that I vowed to prove to her just how faithful and good a slave I could be for her. Anticipating her needs and satisfying them with selfless devotion would be my main priority from now on. No, it would be my only priority. My promise made, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.