The true collar
is the one within the thoughts.
Mistress C
Fourth Night time
Once I woke we had been deep inside Romania. Actually, we had been approaching Brasov within the Carpathian Mountains in Transylvania.
My Mistress was nonetheless asleep and I crept to the window and peered out on the rolling, thickly forested hills. We got here out right into a winding valley with a picturesque city – crimson roofs, cobblestone streets, church spires – after which began to climb once more. Steep slopes rose both aspect of us as we wound additional into the mountains.
I heard a rustling behind me and turned to see My Mistress concerning me intently.
“Hurtle, my sub, you’re very expensive to me.” I confess that I blushed. “I achieve this worth intelligence, humility, willingness to serve. And I just like the meat of your flesh.” My Mistress nearly smacked her lips as she stated this.
“I want to costume now.”
I laid out underwear, recent trousers and a shirt as My Mistress had taught me, and waited for her to approve. She did, and I helped her into her garments after which was allowed to decorate myself.
We made our solution to the eating automotive the place My Mistress ordered espresso, croissants and recent juice for us. She identified Bran Fort, rising out of the bushes, clinging to its hilltop and we talked of Vlad Tepes and the existence of the evil spirits often called ‘steregoi’.
“And what do you consider the legend of the Dracula, my sub?”
“Properly, I am unsure Mistress. However I do know that there are shadow realms in life that we dismiss at our peril.”
“And would you reside ceaselessly for those who might?”
“I believe that might be some form of horror, Mistress. A tortuous ennui of countless days.”
We fell right into a silence then, which continued once we returned to our cabin. I used to be content material to gaze out the window on the fabled mountains and go away My Mistress to her ideas.
The outskirts of Bucharest had been unimposing, like many cities, however the centre, as we drew nearer to the Gara de Nord station, was a mix of brutalist modernism and stylish classical buildings. We picked up a taxi underneath the portico, with its squat columns, and rode the quick distance to the Hilton Backyard Inn in Bucharest Outdated City. My Mistress requested the motive force to journey by way of the Splaiul Independentei in order that I might see the Dambovita River on the way in which. I marvelled on the Palace of Justice and its ornate 19thC design and of the glimpse I caught of the imposing Palace of Parliament.
On the lodge, once we had settled into our room, My Mistress wished to nap, so I took the chance to rearrange for garments to be taken to the laundry to be cleaned and pressed. They’d be prepared for her when she awoke.
I then sat by the window and browse some extra of the ‘Tao Of Physics’ and thought in regards to the impenetrability of matter, and the way time twists, and of how mild could be each a particle and a wave. An outdated e-book now, however I did marvel if String Idea would reach being a template for describing the basics of the universe.
When My Mistress woke, there was no extra time to consider that.
I helped her right into a sheer, black costume which moulded to her physique like a sheath.
“You might be very stunning tonight, Mistress.”
A smile creased her eyes, however she stated nothing. Once I was wearing my easy gray we swept out of the room and made our solution to the foyer. A automotive was ready for us. The motive force opened the door and, bowing, stated: “Welcome to Bucharest, Mistress.”
“Thanks, Iancu. It’s good to see you once more after so lengthy a time. That is Hurtle.”
We nodded to one another and a glance of appraisal handed between us as we took inventory of our joint servitude. What would this night maintain for the each of us?
Iancu drove the automotive rigorously by means of the slim streets and we alighted exterior the King’s Residence and had been proven inside to a superbly appointed restaurant. Our desk was in a quiet nook. My Mistress ordered some Tuica, a Romanian raki drunk as an aperitif. When it got here we raised our glasses, stated ‘Noroc!’, and tossed our pictures down.
“That is our final evening Hurtle. Tomorrow our journey ends. We are going to rejoice.”
My Mistress ordered for us all. The starters had been a splendidly vibrant and scrumptious combine. Zacusca, a veggie dip of peppers, eggplant and mushrooms, together with some Cascaval Pane – deep fried, breaded yellow cheese. My abdomen was already filling, my mouth a pleasure cave of tastes.
A bottle of Fetesca Neagra, a darkish ruby crimson wine with deep blackcurrant traits, was delivered to the desk, and we sipped whereas we waited for the mains to reach. My Mistress was intent on catching up with Iancu, so I let myself drift contentedly.
For mains we had Sarmale of floor pork and rice, a Varza a la Cluj which was shredded cabbage with pork and bitter cream, and a conventional Transylvanian stew – Tochitura ardeleneasca. We ate with relish. Each mouthful was like a journey of pleasure for me.
Dessert was a Papanasi, a donut full of mushy white cheese and topped with bitter cream and a fruit compote. It was like color quietly exploding within the mouth.
After we lastly rose from the desk, late within the night, all of us carried deep, glad smiles. Iancu drove us again to the lodge, gave the automotive into the care of a valet, and accompanied us to our room. I observed he was carrying a small valise. Clearly, the evening was not over but.
“Wait by the window Hurtle, and look out over the town.”
I did as I used to be informed and heard a bag being opened after which a quiet rustling of garments. There was no speaking, however I sensed that Iancu was serving to My Mistress put together for the subsequent a part of our night.
“It’s possible you’ll flip now Hurtle.”
Doing as I used to be bid I could not assist a pointy consumption of breath after I noticed them. My Mistress was wearing nothing however her thigh excessive leather-based boots and a masks. This was nothing new to me, however Iancu was wearing nothing in any respect and his tanned and utterly hairless physique glistened within the mild. His cock, lengthy and thick, hung between his legs. He was uncircumcised and I stared, fascinated, at this large factor for an extended second.
“Spectacular is not it?” My Mistress had that look of impish expectation she wore when sport was about to start. “Undress for us Hurtle.”
They stood and watched whereas I eliminated my garments merchandise by merchandise as slowly as I might, understanding this gave explicit pleasure to My Mistress. Once I was nude aside from my chastity cage My Mistress handed Iancu the important thing and he got here and unlocked me and expertly eliminated my cock and balls from their confinement. His contact was mushy and clean. I used to be to not be free for lengthy, although.
My Mistress handed him a small pink chastity machine which he proceeded to placed on me. Then she gave him a black garter belt and a pair of black stockings. I stepped into the belt and stood whereas Iancu helped me on with the stockings. When his fingers ran up my legs to clean them out I shivered and felt my cock pressure towards its confinement. Subsequent got here a pair of black lace panties which he smoothed and tugged and patted into place. My pores and skin was on hearth now. He helped me right into a black bra after which the shortest little black costume you would think about. It solely half coated my backside.
“Flip for me Hurtle, my pet.” I slowly turned all the way in which spherical and was met with smiles of approval. Then Iancu got here with a pair black heels, which he slipped on my ft. Every merchandise was an ideal match and I puzzled, as I had so many occasions earlier than, at My Mistress’ forethought and organisation.
The ultimate contact was a white apron and a small white maid’s cap.
“There! Good.”
I bowed. “What’s My Mistress’ pleasure?” We had performed this sport earlier than. However by no means with a unadorned male sub at hand.
“You’ll make us all some espresso my candy sissy maid.”
I went to the kitchenette and busied myself with my job. I used to be conscious of their eyes upon me as I did so. When all was prepared, and the tray set, I served them each and waited for my subsequent instruction.
“Take off your panties my sissy pet. I wish to see your little pink toy.”
I did so, and after I stood once more I knew my pink cage was hanging beneath my costume.
“Now come over right here my pet. And kneel earlier than my sub Iancu.”
I went to them and knelt. Iancu stood in entrance of me. His large cock was solely inches from my face.
“I’m wondering how a lot of my good-looking sub you may take into your mouth my sissy?”
Iancu got here nearer and I appeared up at him. His face was expressionless. I took maintain of his cock and guided it into my mouth.
“I do not suppose you will be needing your fingers for this.” My Mistress had come spherical behind me and, taking my fingers in hers, she put them behind my again and cuffed them. Then she held my head and pushed it ahead on to that lengthy, lengthy cock. She moved my head forwards and backwards and Iancu grew exhausting and my mouth stuffed.
“That is it my pet. You are doing so effectively. Now lets see simply how a lot of it you may take.”
Iancu pushed rigorously ahead and My Mistress held my head as that good thing pushed into my throat. I gagged, choked, tried to breathe, swallowed. My eyes grew vast as my throat someway took increasingly more inside.
“Good Hurtle. You might be doing so effectively. I would like you to kneel Iancu, my sub.”
Iancu did as he was requested. My Mistress undid the cuffs and I might now relaxation on all fours. He withdrew after which pushed in once more. I took as a lot of him as I might. My Mistress was not there, after which she was. Proper behind me.
“Now, my pet, there’s extra so that you can take. I do know you may.”
She performed with my ass gap, pushing one, then two, then three lubricated fingers inside. She liberally utilized extra lube after which I felt the tip of one other massive penis pushing towards me there. I knew, if I appeared round, I might see her carrying her favorite black strap-on. However I could not go searching. My mouth was filled with Iancu’s cock because it pumped slowly out and in.
“Uggghh!” I grunted round that factor as My Mistress pushed into me from behind. She was light at first, as she labored it in – withdrawing, pushing; withdrawing, pushing – however as soon as she had full entry she began to thrust extra vigorously and I felt my entire physique change into one thing stuffed, increasing and rising inside with fats weights of cock each in entrance and behind.
Iancu, too, was pumping quicker and quicker, and he and My Mistress appeared to succeed in some kind of joint rhythm that had me swirling in an ecstasy of ache and agony and a stretching pleasure that rose and rose, until their pleasure constructed and all three of us exploded in a wild crashing orgasmic flare that spilled round us like flashing lights. Iancu’s cum shot into my throat and I swallowed the tangy liquid down as My Mistress buried her phallus deep inside me and shook along with her launch. I dribbled and spurted my very own cum by means of the opening in the long run of my pink cage.
How lengthy we stayed that approach I don’t know. Minutes? An hour? Regularly, Iancu’s beast subsided and he withdrew. Then I felt My Mistress ease her toy out of me and my head dropped as I slumped with exhaustion.
My Mistress stroked my again gently. Then she left me on the ground and went with Iancu into the toilet. I heard the bathe run. When she returned some time later carrying a shower gown, she informed me to go and clear myself.
“Iancu will assist.”
He was already within the bathe and I stepped in and let him cleaning soap and scrub my physique clear. His fingers had been like petals on my pores and skin and I believe I had by no means loved a bathe a lot in my life. My physique was alive and replete and deliciously sensual as by no means earlier than.
Iancu towelled me dry after which dried himself. We returned to the primary room in our personal robes and My Mistress poured us all a Secarica, the Romanian spirit produced from the caraway seed.
“To our journey! And to the purity of our minds and the marvel of or our bodies.”
We raised our glasses and drank that mushy hearth down. It burned and soothed on the identical time.
We had been all spent. My Mistress took Iancu into her mattress along with her and I lay, as I did so usually, beside the mattress on the ground. There was some motion from the mattress as they snuggled and received comfy, after which all as quiet. It took a very long time earlier than my physique calmed sufficient to float into sleep.
As I did, I considered the subsequent day once we would full the final leg of our journey and eventually arrive in Istanbul.