I won't go into the details of the post-New-Years-Eve-vomiting episode, suffice it to say, this slave was a hurtin' puppy.  By the time I got up on the first, the sun was out and the morning chill had already evaporated.  I meandered from the pool house and into the mansion, making my way around the sea of bodies of passed out celebrants ... some of whom could be heard stillcelebrating in the rooms above or not-so-celebrating in the bathrooms  I borrowed a pair of sweatpants from the party's host, grabbed my driver's license and keys from the "coat check" ... and wobbled my way out to my car.

I apologized to the neighbors who had to see me walking down the street still locked in my hood and cuffs.  I struggled with the keys in the car and drove slowly through the neighborhood.  My eyes wiggled and every turn threatened to send me to vomitous ruin.  I managed to get home without injury to myself or others and only once stopping to get rid of some more bile. 

He was home.   I wondered if the Kid was there with him, fucking him.

I stepped through the door, assaulted by the smell of breakfast ... bacon, eggs... and ran to the bathroom to pray again.  "Zee told me you were on your way." He said, handing me a warn, wet washcloth.  "He said you were the life of the party."  He put quite a bit of emphasis on his use of the word "life."

I struggled up, head pounding, took some aspirin, tylenol AND ibuprofen with lots of water.  I couldn't look at him and was forced to look at myself in the mirror.  I was a mess - cum and vomit-stained leather hood, and my lips all swollen and red - just like my eyes.

I stumbled past Dean to my room and fumbled for my keys ... unlocking myself from my little leather ensemble.  By then my back started to hurt, I must have pulled a muscle vomiting ... that, or I had twisted myself into too many positions the might before.  I went to the shower and scrubbed and soaked,repeat.  I felt dirty.  I felt I had betrayed Master Dean.  And I felt sick.

When I stepped out of the shower a glass of (what looked to be) 7UP and a small plate of saltines sat on the counter.  I sat on the toilet, started to munch on the crackers (good for absorbing all that acid), then the tears started.  How could he do this to me? 

Then the past few months of stress slammed into me an I found myself on the floor balling my eyes out.  There was a knock on the door followed by my name.  I shouted a snotty "Go away!" and stayed in my little pool of tears and self-pity.

Eventually I made my way back to my room.  Slept.  Tiptoed into the kitchen for more crackers and 7UP.  Slept some more.  I woke up the next morning to a quiet house.  When I checked the clock I knew Dean was already gone to work.  I got up, thought briefly of putting my slave gear on ... changed my mind and dressed in jeans.

I made a bit of breakfast as I was now famished, but my tender insides gave me a great deal of warning to be careful.  Otherwise I felt pretty good.  My back was still sore and I realized the inside of my thighs ached - probably from spending so much time spread wide.  My hole was very sore, too and I lathered some PrepH on it.

For the rest of the week, I went to the office I shared from 10 til 5, trying to pick up on client work that I'd let slide.  I chatted with "S" a number of time and he made me feel better.  At least once working me up and getting me to run home and fuck myself on jeffie.

That week too, Dean got up every day, went to work, and came home right at 7.  I had his dinner ready for him every day.  I figured, since I was making dinner for myself I would make it for him too.  We'd not said more than 3 sentences to each otehr the whole week. 

It felt to me that some equalization had taken place.  I wasn't feeling like my life was falling apart, Dean certainly looked much better ... color coming back to his face along with his HOT smile.  The bags that had formed under his eyes were gone too.  

Not a word was mentioned about New Years and, thankfully, not a word about the Kid. Unfortunately, so much was going unsaid I could feel it brewing inside me .. the questions, the feelings ...

So, Saturday, I decide to make a full on He-man breakfast for the two of us in the hopes that maybe we could start to actually chat.  He comes into the main part of the house, gloriously naked, doing this leonine stretchyawnthing he does.  His cock is at half-mast and mine rapidly fills my CB, stabbing itself on the Points of Intrigue.  I want him.

He pads up to me, smiling, "God that's smells great." and brushes past me to the coffee.  

"Well sit down and have some. I didn't set two plates out just for me."  Instead he sipped his coffee, stood next to me as I flipped the final pancake.  His hand found its way onto my ass, lightly pressing - not a squeeze - just a little touch.  ANd I cursed myself for having gottent dressed.

As we sat down I caught a glimpse of his hard cock just it slipped out of view under the table.  I soooo wanted that cock.   So wanted him to be Him.  I served him and ate with him.  I kept trying to find a way to open up a real conversation but I was too afraid of ruining a really nice morning.

When we finished he got up from the table (hard on was gone) leaned toward me and kissed my forhead, "Thank you for breakfast.  Unfortunately, I have to go into work for awhile today."  Then he went to the bedroom.

I was crushed.  I'd had my chance to start a conversation but once I saw his naked body I just became a whore who thought only about getting cock.  Well, I was being a bit hard on myself, but that's the way I felt at the time.

In no time at all the kitchen was clean and he was dashing out of the door and into his car.

I got on the computer and started chatting, and then surfing porn.  Watching porn when youare locked is torture.  Your cock swells, your body reacts, the horniness rises ... and there's not a damned thing you can do about it.  I got naked and began pulling at my one remaining nipple.  Touching and stroking my damaged one, too.  I squeezed my balls and tugged at my CB3000.

GOD! I needed to get fucked!  I needed someone to come plow my ass and use me. I squirmed in the chair watching some threeway - I love threeways with me being in the middle!  My fingers probing into my hole until I couldn't stand it any longer.  I ran to the bedroom and brought out jeffie, then dashed down to the basement where the rest of our toys were.

I locked my ankles into a legspreader then grabbed a pair of hand cuffs and locked them on my wrists.  I stucked jeffie to the wall, lubed it, realised I could reach my hole to lube it!  So, I added extra lube to jeffie and wiggled myself backed onto it.  Jeffie's BIG.  But I was horny and my hole stretched agonizingly around its girth until it finally got past that one point and jeffie slid deep into my punching my prostate and making cum squirt out of my cock.

I slowly fucked myself backward and forward on jeffie.  moaning.  Groaning.  Gasping.  Teh cum rage began and I raped myself on jeffie.  I looked around our playroom to see what else I could to do myself for stimulation.  At one point I started to feel an anal orgasm start and as I threw my head back I saw the hook in the ceiling.  It was one of those big bicycle hooks.

Still rapping my ass with jeffie I reached up for the hook to grab hold of it.  It was a little too high and I tried again.  Somehow the hook got under the handcuff between it and my wrist.  Damn that hurt.  I tried to lift myself and stretch to get off the hook ... but jeffie demanded more.

I was suddenly even more turned on because I was hanging there.  And I fucked myself like a maniac on jeffie.  Cum rage combined with anal orgasm ... unbelievable!  I screamed and moaned.  My body shook and quivered from the orgasm.  I looked down to see a thick stream of sticky cum stringing from the end of my CB to a puddle on the floor ... and fucked myself harder.

I was like that for at least 20 minutes, sweating and still needing more.  But jeffie'd had enough and came unstuck from the wall, yanking himself out of my ass, tumbling to the floor covered in lube and shit into my puddle of cum.

I was so horned up I immediately tried to unhook myself with the intent of shoving jeffie back inside me.  But it wasn't that simple.  The leg spreader to away 4 inches of height from me and the way the handcuff was hooked ...

I struggled 5 minutes, bruising my wrist badly in the process before managing to unhook myself.  I sighed with relief.  I waddled over to the "workbench" and grabbed the keys to the handcuffs. Using the keys while handcuffed takes a bit of dexterity normally, but in my haste to put them on I put them on backwards so had to twist around a bit more to get the key in the hole. 

I finally released myself from my self-imposed bondage and took jeffie with me into the basement shower to clean us both up.