It is just daylight in New Orleans and I'm walking into the sun to buy one fresh croissant at the French bakery. On this balmy morning the idea of wearing any clothing at all is irritating, but after shaving my crotch, ball sack and butt smooth, I put on just enough not to be nude, which by Big Easy standards is a pair of blue cotton shorts so thin I can feel the warm Gulf breeze giggle up my freshly scrubbed ass crack. A twisted length of red silk dotted with white crawfish waving their pincers, reminding one of nipple clamps, is knotted around my neck to hide the slut collar I snapped on just before I left the house. I have several slut collars, but this one has a ring on either side for the express purpose of hooking gold chains that can be held by someone who might want to keep my head up as she rides me into a lather. That's how it is here: one dresses as one feels, and I feel like today will be fuck, fuck, fuck and the devil take the hindmost.

I hurry back to the house with the pastry and make fresh coffee and chicory with milk. After the coffee is made I pour it into an especially nice cup sitting on a silver tray and place the croissant on a lace napkin. Then stripping off my shorts and removing the red silk from around my neck, I pick up the tray and pad quickly into our bedroom to stand beside Maggie. Holding the tray with one hand I stroke my dick with other until the head bounces against my belly. Then-and only then-do I gently whisper her name. While we were fucking last night ("Don't bother with the lube, Johnny," she instructed as she pulled her cheeks apart, "just grasp my hips and push that handsome man-meat up my butthole, precious, and top me off with your high octane spunk!") she gave me very strict instructions, between grunts of pleasure, on how to wake her this morning. She calls the shots in our sex life and my nipples get hard when I think about some of the things-my goodness gracious-she orders me to do. I am her slut and will do it all, even if that means sitting naked in the back seat of our car and keeping my dick stiff enough to break a dinner plate on while she drives one of her girlfriends around the city.

She flutters her eyes open and smiles at my dick. Her warm hand comes out from beneath the covers and grasps my shaft, stroking up and down while looking directly into my face. Just as my thigh muscles begin to quiver and I wonder if I can keep from dropping my load of jizz, she places her thumb on the underside of my prick and pushes up to the tip. I see a big bubble of pre-come gather at the opening of my pisshole. While still holding me, she brushes the pad of her free hand's thumb across the head of my dick and wipes the drop off, trailing a sparkling string of spunk all the way to her lips. She smears my juice across her smile. My asshole is opening and closing as I try with all my strength not to spurt.

Maggie sees I am making a manly effort to control myself and rewards me. She throws the covers off and steps out of bed, naked and smelling like sleep. She says as she takes the cup of coffee off the tray I am presenting, "Go sit on the toilet and wait for me to drink this. While you are waiting, I want you to put your dick down between your legs and pinch your nipples. When I come in you are to close your eyes and lower your head." God I love this! I put down the tray and hurry into the bathroom. I put the toilet seat down and sit on it, pushing my dick down so the head is below the seat. I have to sit back as far as possible in order to accomplish this position. It's uncomfortable with my dick's head wanting to rise up out of the bowl. I finally get positioned and start pinching my nipples as ordered. In a moment she walks into the bathroom, her ass bouncing and her cunt sizzling in the morning light. I shut my eyes quickly and lower my head. I hope she won't be displeased with me. I feel her smooth legs as she straddles me and sits firmly down on my lap. Her breasts brush my face and my mouth opens because I want to suck at her nipples, but I can't make a move without her permission.

"Don't open your eyes, slut," she says as she grabs my collar by the rings and pulls my head even lower. I hear the rush of her piss before I smell it, and within seconds I feel the hot fluid bathing my crotch. I want to come so bad the head of my prick is knocking against the underside of the seat, but I hold back and pull as hard as I can at my nipples. Suddenly the piss stops flowing and I feel her lifting my head up.

"Don't open your eyes while you wipe my slit clean with your tongue." She stands up and arches her back while maintaining her balance by hanging onto the collar rings. I shove my tongue out and start lapping away at her swelling lips. While I dearly love the taste of her piss, I am frustrated at not being able to let my dick out from between my legs.

"Pussyboy," she instructs me, "don't even think of opening your eyes, or of jizzing in the toilet. I have a special plan for your sap and there better be plenty of it when I give you the order to spurt."

I lick away and she groans a little as I work my tongue into her slit. "When you get up from the toilet," she announces between sighs, "I want you to paint your toenails and dress in the clothes I will leave on the bed. After you dress, come out onto the porch and let me see you." I nod my head and keep my eyes closed as I lap her clit until she comes all over my lips. After she finishes massaging her cunt against my mouth, she says, "Good boy, darling. Now let your dick up so I can see it."

I open my legs and scoot back even more to let my dick slip back from under the seat. It is swinging in the open air between my legs and she is looking down at it with a smile on her face.

"Your dick is so hard, slut. God, what  a hunk of fuck you have between your legs. I bet you want to jack yourself off in front of a room full of women. You like the idea of jizzing in front of a group of applauding women, do you, slut?" I pull at my nipples very hard. "Of course you do, baby. Just think how far your spunk will squirt out if a whole room of women are watching and urging you on by playing with their tits and cunts while you stroke yourself." I can hardly stand the pressure in my nuts.

"Good, slut, keep that jizz inside you. I'll be working on the porch, so come out and parade before me as soon as you can. Perhaps I'll approve of what my pussyboy looks like and let you serve me some wine."

I moan deep in my throat as I hear her walking to the bathroom door. I open my eyes a little and see her suddenly start walking backwards until her ass cheeks are pressing against my face.

"I know you are looking at my booty, bitchboy. Take that soap in the basin and wash my crack and hole."

I quickly turn on the water in the sink and soap up my hands. I spread soap bubbles all over her ass cheeks and run my index finger up her chute. She starts thrusting back until she is smacking me wetly in the face and my finger is sliding in and out of her puckering asshole. Finally she comes completely off my finger and I wipe the soap away with clear water.

"Good," she says. "Now run your tongue up and down my crack and don't forget my hole."

I do just that, running my tongue up and down her butt crack until it is dripping with my spit, and then I probe her hole with my tongue tip until she laughs.
"Jack yourself off while you tongue me," she orders. I stroke my prick from its smooth base to the leaking tip.

Then, just as suddenly as she backed up, she moves forward and walks out the door.

I rise from the toilet and cross the bathroom to the shower stall, my wobbling dick leading the way. The cool water feels good as I soap my crotch and ass, taking care to make my hole as sweet as possible. It could happen that Maggie will rim me and it is my responsibility to be ready for her. After I dry off, I carefully paint my toenails "Fuck-Me-Silly" red. When I finish primping, I take a piss, letting my urine run over my hands. I wash and dry my hands, adjust my slut collar, and quickly walk into our bedroom and inventory the items Maggie laid out for me.

There is a pair of open-toed black heels, a leather serving apron with a zipper in the middle, a black leather bra with my initials embossed in red on the upper corners of each cup and cut outs for my nipples, and two gold chains with clip on their ends. The two gold chains are to be clipped to the rings on either side of my collar, thus giving Maggie a pair of reins to hold in her strong hands while I buck and whinny. In addition to these items there is an oversized bright purple buttplug-how will I ever take all of that up my ass?- with artificial Bird of Paradise leaves feathers cleverly attached to the part that keeps the plug from disappearing inside my rectum The leaves are long and fixed somehow so that they will appear to be fanning out of my crack.

Next to the plug is a pair of nipple clamps. I know without being told to take the clamps, plug and chains to Maggie, and wait for her to fill up my hole and pinch my nipples until I sink to my knees in submission.

Maggie is very clever when it comes to hammer, nails, saws and glue. She built the sunporch that is just off our bedroom, and she enclosed it with hanging plants and lattice work so thoroughly that we can fuck-or rather she can fuck me-without anyone seeing us. This is a comfort because it is not uncommon for her to have me straddle the lambswool-wrapped sawhorse she keeps out there. I am thinking of her strong hands as I dress. This excites me and my dick starts to stiffen in meaty jerks. I put on the shoes and bra, and after I tie the apron, I pull my cock and balls through the unzipped opening. Before I pick up the other items, I masturbate slowly while running my free hand over my ass and poking my fingers, one by one, into my butt. I am so turned on by the feminine clothes and the idea of serving Maggie's slightest desire that even if she orders me to kneel before her while she pisses in my upturned face I will do it with a smile. I can feel the jizz rise in my groin at the thought of being forced to take her hot, salty spray in my face.

I look at myself in the mirror on the wall and turn slowly, admiring my bare bottom and thinking of how Maggie might decide to use it.

I pick up the things and walk slowly onto the porch where Maggie is working on the sawhorse. The horse is an old friend and our pet name for it is Desire. I stand silently before her and hold out the equipment. She doesn't bother noticing me right away and I have a chance to feel the warm air on my exposed body parts. After a few minutes she looks up from her work-she is replacing some of the lambswool on the top pieces of the horse-and walks toward me with a smile on her heavily made up face. Her long silver and brown hair is pulled into a tight, braided ponytail. She is naked except for a pair of cowgirl boots with a big M stitched on the outside. The boots also have high riding heels and sport the sterling silver spurs I gave her for her last birthday.

The sawhorse is of her own design and it is intended to hold a pussyboy that needs a solid flogging before being mounted in a decisive manner. It's hard to remember how many times she has spurred me into a gallop across Desire's top. The horse has two boards crossed and secured at either end. Across the top sits two wooden rails about three inches apart, and hanging from the outside edges of these rails, exactly in the middle, are two leather stirrups. On one end of Desire, in the open space between the two top rails, is a square block of soft leather with a hole in its center. This block is for my dick. I slide myself into the hole and screw it while Maggie addresses my ass. On the floor of the porch, directly beneath the horse, are jizz stains. On the opposite end of the rails sits a curving nine-inch black dildo. Below the dildo and below the leather block, jutting out from either side of the edges of the crossed legs of the horse, are rubber handgrips. A person could mount Desire from either end, bend across the top and support him or herself by grasping the handgrips.

Maggie sees me checking out her work and says, "Look at what is dangling underneath the horse."

I look and there is a tiny silver bowl suspended by four delicate chains. The bowl hangs about eight inches below the top rails. This is a new addition and I immediately understand the bowl is there to catch my load or my piss. Maggie is so ready and able to add another exciting twist to our fucking.

Maggie takes the collar chains out of my hand, clips one each to my slut rings, and indicates that I am to lean forward and hike my ass in the air while supporting myself with my hands on the twin rails atop the sawhorse. She pops me on my tail with her hand to let me know I should hike my sweetened bottom as high in the air as it will go. Then she moves behind me and, grasping my chains in one hand to hold me steady, rams the purple plug up my already aching asshole. I grunt and hiss as I arc my body and try to pull away from the plug as it is forced into my cavity. She is relentless, and even as I cry out for her to stop and let me get used to the feeling, she is undaunted because she notices how hard my prick is straining, and how I am bucking back with my ass to accommodate the ravishing plug. She knows I am desperate for her to fuck me up my shit chute, and I know it, and it's happening right now, and I am moving back and forth. Motherfucker, it's such a relief to submit to her strength!

My hot butt hole is spread as wide as it ever has been, and I feel Maggie pulling me up to a standing position by my reins.

"Stand still while I masturbate you a little, darling, and try not to come because I still want to put those nasty nipple clamps on your soft-nosed titties."
Her hand strops the entire length of my member, from deep root to bulbous tip, and I feel the pointed end of the plug brush my prostate gland. I almost drop my load, but catch myself just in the nick of time.

She would not be pleased if I jizzed all over the front of the leather apron just now, so I had better watch my step.

Once I am standing straight, Maggie throws one of her legs up and over the top of Desire and straddles its middle. She tells me to walk around the horse while she holds the chains. Halfway around, she tells me to look over my shoulder. I do so and to my amazement the Bird of Paradise leaves, swaying as if they had a life all their own, are blooming out of my ass in the most remarkable and sexy fashion. Maggie turns me around the horse three times before reining me closer to her.
Her fingertips close around my nipples and she pulls and stretches each one for a few seconds. The clamps are still in her hand and it doesn't take long for her to attach them. Between the plug up my ass and the clamps on my nipples, I'm feeling very busy. I am one well-fucked pussyboy and I like it so very much. I want Maggie to fuck me as much as she wants and in any way she wants.
I have to bite my lower lip every time I move because my asshole is stuffed so tight it's like having my own prick up my hungry hole. Now the clamps are holding my nipples stiff, and my nipples are very sensitive, so sensitive that I can gurgle come on Maggie's newly painted toes with the slightest stroking when she is sucking and biting them.
She plants a wet kiss on my mouth and says, "Pour me a glass of that red wine over in the corner and bring it to me, pussyboy."
I start to turn, but she stops me by latching onto my dick. "Wait just a minute," she says, "I think you need to stuff that pretty piece of fuck into the apron if you're going to walk around serving me."
I lower my head and think about how difficult it will be to have my erection and balls confined behind the apron's zipper. I grasp my prick and ballsack and stuff them inside the apron. As I push and push, my slippery jizz dribbles out in a slick string. Finally I get myself all the way inside and Maggie zips me up. The apron is tenting and I'm bent over a little because the butt plug is nagging my chute and my prick is trying to escape.
I shuffle over to the small table that holds the wine and pour her a glass. As I pick up the full glass, I notice several bundles of freshly cut willow switches stacked against the small table. I smile to myself as I consider how worn the switches will look after Maggie finishes flogging my backside. My prick tries to break free of the apron, but I back it down.
Maggie is impatient for her drink. "Get your skinny ass over here, bitchboy. I know a slut like you is lazy, but damn!"
I thrill at the role I have to play this day. I am hers and she can order me to do anything at all-anything! If she told me to lick her ass clean after she took a shit I would be on my knees before the words were out of her mouth. Oh, baby!
I shuffle back to the horse, bent over and feeling the tip of the plug knocking at my prostate gland. She takes the wineglass from my hand, throws her head back and pours it down her lovely throat.
"Go fill it again, pussyboy."
I do that and when I get back she tells me to simply stand still and hold the glass. Since she is still straddling the horse, she begins scooting back toward the end that holds the black dildo. With a flick of her boot toes she adjusts the stirrups and presses down into them, which causes the silver spurs to lightly jingle This action raises her ass just above the tip of the nine-inch dildo. Now, I've got a good eight inches hanging between my legs, and when I'm fucking Maggie's hot, juicy slit (her smooth legs locked at the ankles behind my back and her head rocking from side to side) there doesn't seem room for any extra, but she appears quite ready to take the dildo all the way to its base.

I see the tip of the dildo disappear into Maggie. She glances at me and smiles as she rotates her hips. The black prong moves into her cunt. After half of the joint is in her body, she leans forward and grabs the handgrips on the opposite end. Pushing at the grips and moving her feet in stirrups, she jams the rest of the nine-incher into her hole. All the time she is grunting loudly and licking her lips. Her eyes are half closed and she is muttering a steady stream of fuck language: "Goddamn, I love having my cunt filled up. I want to fuck this thing up my snatch untilŠ. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Shit! Johnny, show me your hard prick now. I want to smell it while I'm coming."

I unzip the apron with my free hand and struggle to pull out my prick before she goes around the bend, but I don't quite make it. Maggie starts to quiver and shake as her orgasm begins to take over her body. I do manage to get the first few inches of my prick out and close to her face. The head of my dick is sloppy with slick pre-come. She opens her mouth and starts sucking head while ramming her juicy snatch up and down on the black dildo. Maggie sucks for all she is worth, moaning deep in her throat. She pushes her tongue tip deep into my piss hole. Suddenly I need to empty my bladder.

She jerks her head back and hisses through her swollen lips, "Piss on my face. Soak me down now!"

I concentrate and let go a steaming stream of urine. Maggie is growling and taking my piss while she bounces up and down on the nine-incher with such passion I fear the horse will break up.

As soon as I finish pissing in her face, she slams her ass down on the black dildo with such force the porch floor shakes. She is completely gone now and her breasts quiver from side to side, the nipples stiff and hard, as she comes and comes again.

Maggie finishes her ride with a moan, straightens up, wipes my piss from her mouth with the back of her hand, and dismounts the dildo, her pussy making a loud sucking sound.

Taking the glass of wine from my hand, she stands before me and pulls roughly at my prick. She lubes me by dipping her fingers into her juicy snatch as she drinks. Finishing the wine she lets go of me and walks over to the small table, setting down her empty glass and picking up of the bundles of switches.
Returning to me, she says, "OK, pussyboy, get your sweet ass over to your end of Desire. It's your turn to ride now."

I trot to the end she indicates and stand quietly as she rearranges the stirrups so I can put my feet in them. With a hard swat of the switches she indicates I am to mount the horse and put my dick into the hole in the leather block. Getting on the horse doesn't take any time, but getting my dick through the hole takes more than a few minutes.

"You've got such a huge prick, Johnny. Look, it's so big and thick you can hardly push it into the hole. It's so strong and ready, baby. You want to drop your load, Johnny? Are you ready to squirt while I spank your ass raw?"

I'm nodding my head and thinking that this is the best fucking I've ever  had.
I push my feet into the stirrups, lean forward and grab the handgrips. This causes my ass to hike up high and forces my prick even further into the hole. I glance back and see Maggie's face behind the Bird of Paradise feathers. She is smiling broadly and glancing down at her waist. Suddenly, I feel the butt plug being pulled out of my asshole.

"Johnny, I've never seen your hole gaping so wide and ready," she snickers. "Don't worry though, I've got just the thing to fill it up."

I turn my head back toward the black dildo. I'm ready for anything Maggie might have in mind. The next moment, I feel something sliding up my butt. I turn my head back and see Maggie closing in on my ass.

"You feel that, Johnny? I've got on my biggest strap-on prick and I'm fucking you hard and deep."

With those words she mounts me and I feel the dildo between her legs go all the way to my gland. Then she is sliding in and out of my asshole, fucking me with strong thrusts of her hips. I open my mouth, but only small mewing sounds come out. After eight or nine strokes I feel her pull completely out.

I'm surprised she is through so soon. The next second, however, I understand why she isn't in me any longer. The switches land directly on my ass cheeks with a sharp snap and my whole body jumps forward with the impact.

After spanking my butt for a good five minutes, Maggie mounts me again and gives my asshole another eight or nine strokes. Then it is out again and here comes the switches. I can hear her panting and smell her sweat. I'm crying out with delight at the twin pleasures. My prick is now thrusting repeatedly into the leather hole.

"Johnny, when you start to drop your load, I want to know about it," she orders.
I nod my head. At that very moment I feel my jizz blow out of my piss hole and hear it ringing against the bottom of the silver bowl.

"I'm jizzing now, Maggie. It feels so good. Baby. I'm dropping my load just for you. Goddamn! Maggie! You delightful fuck!"
As it happens, Maggie is just starting to spank my bottom with what must be some very worn out switches. She puts her back into it and flogs me hard and fast as I squirt stream after stream into the bowl.

As soon as I finish, she throws down the bundle of switches and reaches under the horse. She unhooks the bowl and lifts my flushed face by my reins. She puts the bowl to her lips and tilts it so my spunk flows out onto her tongue. She laps it all out and swallows the entire slippery mess in one gulp.
She drops the bowl onto the floor, slips off the dildo harness from her thighs, and once again mounts Desire. Holding my reins tightly above my head, she positions her slit just inches from my face. I hear her piss escape her body before I feel it. My face is instantly soaking in Maggie's urine. My tongue is stretched out to catch as much of it as possible.

"That's it, Johnny. Lap up my piss, precious. Baby, fucking you is like going to church."

After she finishes, Maggie dismounts, helps me stand upright, and we embrace in the sun, wet, sticky, quivering with emotion.