Going Downstairs to Meet Her Man

I was about done with massaging my wife’s shoulders when she said to me, “I’m gonna head downstairs to the basement. You can come and join us in ten minutes, nothing more or less. And you’d better be quiet.”

“Yes, Mistress, I understand. Ten minutes.”

She rose to her feet in her white tank top and matching panties and left the room without further word. I checked my watch to note the time, then proceeded to set the room in order without rush. I knew who was waiting for her in the basement; she knew that I knew, too — there was hardly any secret between us. Her man would be there waiting, hard as a rock, I can imagine, eager and ready to satisfy her intentions. I couldn’t wait to join them and watch hem go at each other. It’s not often I get granted this special reprieve; in my Mistress’s case, I know it’s because I’ve been a jolly-good pussy-boy since the start of the week. I have kept up my chores, clean the house, prepared meals, and fixed her appointments on schedule and never once had she raised an eyebrow or complained about some dereliction on my part.

It’s always a great feeling knowing you’re about to get your justified rewards for doing my tasks appropriately.

I lit some incense candles, flooding the room with fresh smell of jasmine. The smell would be the perfect welcome for when my Mistress returns from her soiree downstairs. I checked my watch and saw I had two minutes left. Not wanting to be in a hurry, I left the room for the kitchen to get something to drink, anything to take my mind off the expectation awaiting me. Like my Mistress, I was clad in a pair of briefs and stockings on my feet and nothing else. My penis was locked inside a chastity cage; hopefully, she would grant me further reprieve to unlock me so I can masturbate to her activities tonight.

Gosh, I was so looking forward to that happening.

I finished my glass of water and again checked my watch. Four minutes have passed. I rinsed the glass and left it on the kitchen counter and then set off for the basement door.

I heard voices as I trampled down the stairs. My Mistress was laughing at whatever, and there also was her man’s voice in line with her. The room below was lit. I came to the bottom and found them ensconced in each other’s arms looking like they were dancing where no music was playing; nothing besides their laughing voice. As expected of me, I made myself oblivious to their presence. I settled on a chair that overlooking the basement window high above my head. It was still raining outside, as I could make out patterns of droplets on the window. I noticed there were lights and camera set-up across the room aimed at the bed. Obviously they want to capture this action on tape. That was good. I can’t wait to see I online so I can share it on my media accounts, and even send links to my friends and followers who are always eager to know what my Mistress and I have been doing lately.

She kissed him and then moved towards his crotch region to dig what was hiding in his pants while he caressed her rump.

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