My second ordeal began with an innocent game of darts down the pub. I don't play darts, but lady luck was on my side that night and I seemed to be winning all of my games. One woman, whom I had not met before that evening as she was new to the village, was also doing quite well. Eventually we ended up playing each other. Before we began, she introduced herself as Val, and suggested that as we were both on form that evening, to make things interesting, the winner would be able to demand a forfeit of the loser. Feeling lucky, I agreed. The game was close but, as I am sure that you will have guessed by now, I lost. I bought her a drink, as is the custom of the defeated, and on delivering it she passed to me her card and told me, as my forfeit, to come to the printed address the following day as there was a job she would like me to do for her. This caused much jeering, nudging, and winking amongst the merry pubsters; Val took this in good humor, and ultimately we all went our separate ways. The following day I arrived at the address on the card and knocked on the door. Val answered it and invited me inside. The house was large and nicely furnished, with plenty of antique pieces knocking about. 'Follow me' said Val, leading me in to a reception room. She continued: 'The job I need you to do for me is rather dirty. There is a screen over there - go behind it and strip to your underwear while I go and fetch something else for you to wear.', with which she turned and left the room. I did as asked, hanging my clothes over the top of the screen. Shortly, Val returned and approached the screen. 'Put this on' she said quite forcefully, and hung over the screen a black leather strap. I picked it up to examine it, and whilst doing so my clothes were whisked away. The strap was in fact a large dog collar, complete with name tag with the word 'puppy' engraved on it. Val asked whether I had put it on yet, and I hurried to fasten it about my neck. 'On', I replied. With that, the screen was folded away ant there I was, standing before Val wearing nothing but my boxers and a dog collar. She reached out and slid two fingers between my neck and the collar - 'good, not too tight' she said, and then clipped a lead to the collar. 'Now,', she said, 'I shall instruct you as to the nature of your forfeit. When I have done so I shall release you from the lead, and you will commence the forfeit immediately. Is that understood?'. 'Yes' I replied rather sheepishly. 'Don't you mean Yes Mistress Val?' she queried. 'Sorry Mistress Val, Yes, I understand' I responded. I was rewarded with a lovely smile and the words 'There, what a good puppy you are'. And now the details of the forfeit were revealed to me. 'Your task' began Val 'is to adore me at all times, wherever I am in the house, and for as long as I care to have you here.' 'I will know that you are fulfilling your task in two ways. Firstly, whatever I am doing, all I shall need to do is look up and I will be able to see you nearby, and you will be looking at me. Secondly, whenever I look at you your penis will be fully erect and you will be stimulating yourself, no doubt prompted to do so by the vision of loveliness before you.' She followed that with a wiggle of her arse and a wink, and then said 'In order for me to see your stiff cock I'll need you to remove these ...' she grabbed my boxers and yanked them down, exposing my, by now, chubby penis. I stepped out of them as that is what I expected Mistress Val would want. 'Good puppy' she purred as she unclipped the lead. 'You may have noticed that I have nice things in this house, and I am particularly fond of my carpets. For that reason you are not allowed to cum - I don't want any nasty stains or expensive cleaning bills.' She reached out and placed a small screw cap bottle in my hand. 'You are a good puppy and I know you will do your best to fulfill my wishes. But puppies sometimes can't help making a mess. Should you accidentally cum, or if you are oozing precum, I want you to catch it in this bottle.' She looked down at my swelling member and asked sternly 'Shouldn't you be masturbating?' I reached down and took hold of my cock and began to slowly slide my hand back and forth along its length, feeling myself stiffen further as I did so. 'Careful ...' cried Mistress Val as a bead of precum appeared on the tip, '... The carpet! The carpet!' I quickly placed the open bottle under the head and ran my forefinger along the underside of my cock from root to tip, forcing the precum out of my cock and allowing it to dribble in to the bottle. 'What a good puppy' beamed Mistress Val, delighted by the preservation of her precious carpet. 'The bottle must be emptied periodically,' Mistress Val explained, 'and so at the end of each day I shall watch as you drink its contents'. As she said this she looked me in the eye, searching for a reaction. I just smiled back. Mistress Val had no idea that I am no stranger to eating my own cum. As a young man, when I was more flexible, I would regularly lie on my back whilst masturbating, taking my time, edging for hours, until I really, really had to cum. At that point I would raise my legs and roll them over my head until my feet were resting on the wall behind my head. In this position my rock hard cock would be positioned right above, and pointing at, my face. I would continue to stimulate myself, and as my penis began to tremble I would open my mouth wide. After so much play, I would always ejaculate an enormous load, sometimes giving myself a facial, but usually squirting most directly in to my mouth. I loved the taste of that hot, sticky goo as it coated my teeth and mouth when I swilled it around with my tongue before swallowing it. As I stood up, any that had landed on my face or in my eyes, or even up my nose, would slowly run down in to my mouth, providing a tasty dessert. These days, sadly, I rarely attempt that feat of gymnastics and instead might catch it in my hand and then either lick it off, or occasionally use a straw to suck it up. I have even been known to wank on to my cornflakes if I need a quickie in the morning, but I don't want to put anyone off their breakfast. Looking momentarily disappointed, Mistress Val turned, saying, 'Well, I must get back to my book'. I followed her in to a conservatory where a cup of tea and a plate of rich tea biscuits rested on the arm of a comfy chair. On the seat of the chair was a paperback book. Mistress Val picked up the book and settled in to the chair. After a sip of tea and a dunk, she leaned back and began to read. Presently, she looked up and glanced in my direction, and smiled when she saw that I was looking at her legs whilst running a finger around my swollen glans, lubricated by my own precum, and that my cock was still hard and fully erect. She continued to look up at me from time to time, checking that her puppy was being a good boy. I spent a wonderful day looking at Mistress Val, adoring the curve of her neck, the way she tucked her hair behind her ears, the swell of her large breasts and the hardness of her nipples pushing against her shirt, the smoothness of her jeans as they stretch over her thighs, and being thankful for the freedom she had given me to express my desire for her body in the most pleasurable of ways. Next episode: Mistress Val hosts the book group