"Well whore, did that feel good?", "yes" I reply as I try to regain my breath. "Well I want you to cum again before you come out of there". The mud is...tiring me. But I begin wanking, feeling the mud oozing through my hands, over my cock and through my pubic hair -- I'm a mess. Feeling in some ways like an eternity I cum again, not so much, but enough. You look at me and say, "oh I see some on the tip of your cock whore, wipe it off and eat it, like the good little slut that you are". Wiping the. ” We followed the Director across the hall to a large door, it was opened for her and we filed in, the room was semi-lit with lights simulating candles, the walls were covered in velvet wallpaper, there we various large chairs and few sturdy looking tables. There was a large fireplace in the room, the room was comfortably warm.We stood around a central dais, which was shielded by a large red curtain. We fell silent, the Director continued, “Your entertainment for tonight – my favorite Sub.”. .” I added.“You think I’m an echo of your wife?” Danielle asked.“It’s just a theory at this point. Let me ask you some questions.” I said as we pulled into her driveway. “And try to just answer with the first thing that comes to mind.”“Okay.” She said.“Favorite actor?” I asked.“Toss up,” She started. “Robert Downey Jr. or Robert Picardo.”That, I had not been expecting. She just named two of my favorite actors.“Favorite Band or Artist?” I asked.“Disturbed.” She said as we got out of the. At that point Mistress offered up a bit of relief by draining some semen through a prostate massage. She had me get on my hands and knees with my legs spread. She inserted a lubed finger into my ass and began massaging my prostate while squeezing my swollen ball. Cum ran profusely into the tray she'd placed below me, although there was no sensation of orgasm. But I was grateful that the pressure had been relieved.Mistress soon introduced butt plugs, first only at home, but then when going out.