It was getting late, I switched of the TV and decided to check my E-mails before I went to bed. There was a reply from my ad in Sexyads, I read the mail and was somewhat intrigued by the content. I must explain firstly, I have an ad in that site with a picture of my erect cock, it also shows my steel cock ring which does get some peoples mind wondering. For those who have never seen one before, it fits behind my balls and can only be squeezed on with a very soft cock, once on it maintains a stiff cock at all times, makes it longer and thicker, increases staying power, I only cum when I want to, cum to order if you like, and increases the sensations. Lastly after I have cum it takes a while for my erection to subside. Now we all know.

I checked her profile first, single, BBW, aged 50, that seemed just right. I read the mail, she was basically challenging me, asking if I was really game, am I *up* for it, can I take it. My ego was at boiling point. Faster than you can blink my finger hit that reply button. I told her, yes I am game and can take anything she had in mind (at that time I didn’t know she meant literally), and I am always *up*. She mailed me back and suggested a quiet drink to find out if we were what we each pictured, and to discuss her requirements.
Her requirements, sounded a bit bossy, but who cares, lets have some fun.

We met the following week, in a small pub, it was warm so we sat outside, it was a very quiet pub so we could talk away without fear of being overheard. She had arrived in a very expensive sports car, very well dressed, short skirt showing nicely shaped legs, and her breasts strained the buttons of her blouse. You could see her nipples clearly through the material. Very nice I thought. Not too large, but shapely. I bought us both a drink and we sat there just chatting idly. After a while we got to chatting about sex, she quizzed me on my experience and sexual practices, then told me what she was looking for. She was holding a gathering of friends, all women, and wanted someone to serve their drinks all evening. What the hell has this got to do with sex I thought?

Then she hit me with it, I was to be naked and if one of the women wanted any form of sexual relief, I was to oblige. Now that did sound like fun. She asked me if I was wearing my *ring*, which I was, and when no one was around gripped my cock through my trousers, I had been very stiff for quite some while and a smile appeared on her face as she felt it. She looked at me and said that I looked fine and had just what she needed between my legs.
Then she enquired how I felt about the task, and whether I could refrain from cummin all evening. I think she guessed by the stiffness of my cock that I was game, so I said yes, and I would only cum when she wanted me to.

So it was arranged for the following Friday and she gave me her address and phone No. We went our separate ways, and I headed home. I took off my clothes and my cock was still stiff and precum was oozing out of the end. The head was shiny and deep red in colour. I lay on the sofa, thought about the following Friday and stroked my cock. My other hand cupped my balls and squeezed them gently. My hand stroked my cock faster, gripped it harder, and it wasn’t long before I felt my balls swelling up, I squeezed my balls, pumped my cock and a giant arcs of cum shot from my cock all over me, my cock kept pumping for ages, the arcs got shorter and shorter until cum was just dribbling from my cock. I relaxed, wondering about Friday, and nodded of to sleep. When I awoke I had to jump straight into the shower to clean myself up and then sat down to think about what I had let myself in for. These days are going to seem very long until next Friday, I think my hands might be just a little busy between now and then.

Well Friday eventually arrived, it took ages to come around. I showered, put on my ring, had to do it then whilst my cock was stiff, as soon as it was on my cock started to swell in anticipation. I got dressed and drove to her house. It was massive, large gardens, long drive, secluded. I knocked at the door and she greeted me wearing only what I could describe as expensive and erotic, high heels, short skirt, black stockings, and tight blouse, she looked great. She beckoned me in, I followed her into the lounge, there were about 6 or 7 armchairs arranged in a circle with a gap at one end, I was told this is where they would gather. I was told to follow her upstairs into one of the many bedrooms. Strip off I was told, I did so, I looked down and my cock was like a rod of iron, globules of precum on the head. “I can see you are ready for action” she said. “Now put these on”, and she handed me a pair of leather ankle cuffs, a pair of leather wrist cuffs and what looked like a studded dog collar. I put them on and she attached a lead onto the collar.

She led me downstairs and into the kitchen, where all the drinks and glasses were laid out. “Now”, she said, “if you have to speak to me you will call me mistress, do you understand”.