Mistress noticed this and was not pleased thinking I had disobeyed her orders. I tried to explain but to no avail, she stated I was to be punished and...left the room. I heard her heels clicking as she walked away. Mistress left me there hanging for quite some time still blindfolded with only her aroma to think about. A while later Mistress returns and tells me it is time for my punishment. She straddles my chest again and proceeds to remove my blindfold. Just as it is removed, I find myself. In fact, my ass looks pretty good in a tight pair of jeans. You know, I think that is what I will wear to today, my new Bongo jeans. God these are tight, I am not sure I should wear these. Maybe the mirror lies, my ass does look a little big and the seam presses into my crotch and ass something terrible. What the hell, it was too much trouble getting them on, it'll be a bitch to get them off.I knew I should have done the wash last night, where are all my shirts? Damn, all I got is this tight. It was very smooth and felt firm in my hand. I began getting hard myself and felt saliva building up in my mouth. He instructed me to stroke it and I followed orders. He then began undressing me while I was fixated on his cock. He then asked if I wanted to do more. I nodded and let him guide me.He slowly placed his cock in my mouth while still standing over me. He then started thrusting slowly forward while holding my head in place. I gagged but he kept going and I didn't mind at all. His cock. In fact when I was dancing with her, the moves done by her made intention quiet clear. She was pressing her ass against my dick forcing me keep my hand on her waist,over which she kept her hand.She then was guiding my hands to her waist, over her boobs, and further down.I did some rational thinking and tried to see the situation, exploring each and every corner and realising no one was watching as dance floor was dim lit, mood was romantic, even if someone was watching they could not make out.