Each name is a code word, designating a certain way that I serve my Mistress. As her lap dog, I lap at her cunt, breasts and body parts, all for her pleasure. As her fuck toy, she uses my hard cock, fingers, tongue, toes, and anything else to her herself off. As her play doll, I have to wear anything she wants me to, from women's clothing to kink-wear to walking around naked. As her ball boy, I'm here for her to physically and mentally torture, squeezing my balls, dripping wax on my cock, spanking and beating me to her heart's content. As her cum slut, well, that pretty much explains itself. And if I serve her very, very well, and she's in just the right frame of mind, I'll be allowed to do each one for her. And for me. But even if we just do one or two, the thrill of not being in control for just that long feels like a vacation to me.

"Freeze!" she ordered, and I stopped jacking off with my hand almost to the top of my shaft. There, just seeping out of my cock slit, was a large drop of pre-cum, glistening in the waning sunlight. Stepping forward, my Mistress carefully lowered her foot onto the head of my cock, rubbing the sole up and down and coating it with my seed. Then, moving forward, she held it over my lips, making me strain upwards to lick it from her. It tasted a little saltier than usual, probably from the sweat I left there earlier. I can only wonder how she's going to make me cum this time. And how much I'll have to eat.

Rule #6: The slave shall be forced to eat his own cum, as a lesson in humility and as a reminder that the session only ends when the Mistress says it does.

See, I'm all Mr. Gung-ho to do this and that when I'm on the cusp, when my orgasm is just within reach. But like every other man, once the sperm leaves my body, all those hormones and adrenaline leave too. And what seemed like a good idea before suddenly seems like a bad idea. And so, if I had my own way, any session would end after my first cumshot. Not terribly satisfying if you're a Mistress with a plan.

The answer, then, was this rule, which also serves as a gateway. The understanding is that if I fulfill this after the first cumshot, then I can have access to greater pleasures, and pains, after I've had some time to recover. My Mistress has also learned that my needs and compliance can be even more intense if I'm building up to my second shot of the day. I'll literally do anything, anything, to get off again. And by adding a cock ring to the equation, she can keep me hard for hours.

That was all just a theory at the beginning. It appealed to Lynn, too, because she had always been asking me to lick my cum out of her pussy after I came. There just wasn't enough incentive for it. Not that I could explain it to her that way.

Even with this in the rules, I knew that I'd try to wiggle out of it somehow. So before we started the next session, I suggested that she attach some reward and/or punishment to my actions. This was well before we'd worked our way up to my ultimate reward, for which I'll do anything.

That night I licked her feet and abased myself before her. I got hard as she twisted my nipples and got excited as she spanked my ass. I posed as she took pictures of my naked body, and I worked myself into a sweat as I licked her cunt. Finally she ordered me to lay on the coffee table and tied my ankles and one wrist to the table legs. She had me masturbate with my free hand while she took degrading pictures of me with the digital camera. Finally, with her permission, I shot my load onto my stomach.

"Scoop it up to your mouth and let it drip in," she ordered, setting up to take pictures of this historic event. I hesitated for just a moment. But it was long enough.

"I'm going to leave you here for 20 minutes," she stated flatly. "When I come back you'll eat that cum and we'll continue. If you don't, I'll leave you here for the rest of the night. I mean it." With that she walked away.

I spent the next 20 minutes not working up the courage, but berating myself for hesitating. Of course I'd eat the cum. I'd do anything to get to where I wanted to go. By the time she returned my cock was completely flaccid and the cum on my stomach had turned watery. I only waited for her to set up for the photo before I scooped up as much seed as I could get and let it drip into my gaping mouth. She had me scrape it all off my stomach and then lick my fingers clean before she would release me. Once untied, she punished me severely, spanking my bare ass with a rubber spatula. At the end of the night, after I'd shot my second load deep inside her cunt, I licked it out with a vengeance, thrilled to be a good slave to my Mistress.

"Do you want to cum, dog?" my Mistress asked disingenuously.

I paused, sensing a trap, then answered, knowing that she'd easily see through any lie. "Yes, Mistress, I want to cum for you."

"How typical, dog, letting yourself be led around by your dick. I think you should be punished, instead."

"Yes, Mistress. I need to be punished," I said eagerly. On a day like this, punishment would feel soooooo good.

"What sins have you committed, that you need to be punished for?" my Mistress asked expectantly.

This threw me for a loop. Sins? I quickly thought through my day. It would have to be something believable, something close to the truth. But not something so bad that I'd get into real trouble ­ marriage trouble.

"Mistress, I confess. At work today, I tried to look down one of the women's tops. I think she was braless, and I wanted to see her tits. I wanted to see her topless, and in my mind I imagined what it would be like to suck her nipples into my mouth." There. It was true enough, but without any serious repercussions.

I expected to head right to the punishment phase, but she took another twist.

"I'm going to pull out my shirt, and you tell me how much of her tits that you saw."

She pulled out her shirt, and I told her to stop just a little farther than I had actually seen.

"Almost to the nipples, you raunchy pig! Would you have been happy to spy her nipples? Would that have made your cock get hard?"

I answered the only way I could, "I'm a dog, Mistress. A dog. My cock makes me do things I don't want to do. I'm a dog and I need to be punished."

But that didn't have the placating effect I'd hoped for. She just didn't want to let it go. "Did you think her tits were sexy? Well, did you?"

Now I was in a really bad spot. I'd be in trouble no matter how I answered. "Yes, Mistress, her tits were sexy." I paused. And then regretted the next words as soon as I uttered them. "But they're not as sexy as yours."

She leapt upon that like a cat on a mouse. "We weren't talking about mine. So if you want any hope of seeing them tonight, you'll keep to the subject. Now I'm really going to have to punish you, so you can learn not to be a dog. And if you want to have any hope of being my bitch later on.

My bitch. She held that reward over my head like a carrot. Of course I'd take my punishment for that.

At her orders, I stood in the middle of the room stroking my cock. She brought a dining room chair into the room, bending me over the seat and tying my wrists to the bottom of the legs. It was a simple but effective bondage position, giving her full access to my ass. Her weapon of choice was a ping-pong paddle, not modified in the least. I strained to look back as she drew her arm back, poised for my punishment.

Whack! The paddle landed flat on my ass cheeks, stinging like a thousand bee stings. Then three in succession. Then a pause. Then two more. She likes to mix things up to keep me guessing.

After 27 swats she stopped. I count automatically, because if she asks for the count and I don't know it, she'll start again from number one. I could hear her reach into the bag, but couldn't see a thing. What was she pulling out?

"Spread your legs, you mutt," she ordered, pushing my thighs apart. I felt her hand, then, on my cock, which was now soft and pliable. In a moment I knew what was happening. She'd tied a thin rope around the head of my cock, and could use it to pull my dick in any direction she wanted, even back up between my ass cheeks. Which was exactly what she did.

Now she started a truly devious punishment, which she'd discovered on the Net. Pulling my cock back and up, she held the rope taut in one hand and used something hard and small ­ her crop? ­ to paddle my cock and ass at the same time. The first time she'd done this had been exquisitely torturous, as the more she paddled my cock, the harder it had become. And the stiffer it got, the less it could be pulled back between my legs. That first time, I'd nearly collapsed from the pleasure. This time it felt no less exciting.