The word for Wank Wednesday this week is: shine.
Man Slut Gets Wet
Water dripped from the end of his nose. Poor baby.
There he was, standing in a kiddie pool in the middle of the backyard, naked and feeling the chill even on such a humid day. I'd been hosing him with cold water while I watered the garden. My new innovation was to keep him blindfolded so he never knew when (or where) to expect the next soaking from the garden hose.
Blue balls are amusing; blue lips were a sign that the fun was over for him. Turning off the hose, I brought the big white towel and wrapped him up, rubbing it over his skin to take the chill off my poor little man slave.
"If you keep rubbing me that way something is going to pop out at you." He joked, his lips still shivering.
"Will I get three wishes?" I asked.
"Depends on what you wish for." He said.
Wrapping the towel around him, tucking his arms inside tightly, I took a moment to think. "Hmm, I wish for... real, home made hamburgers for dinner tonight."
He gave me a half bow. "That can be arranged to your satisfaction."
"Then I'd like to spend the evening reading the new book I started on the train this morning."
"Is that all you want to do this evening?" He asked.
"Mmm... I think so. Was there something else?"
"Well, I thought you might want to be nice to your man slave."
"True, I have taken a shine to him. He's been especially good lately."
"Good in what way?"
"Is he digging for compliments?" I laughed.
"No, no... He just wants to know what he did right so he can do it even better, and more often."
"I see. Well, he did let me laugh at him while he froze in the backyard today."
"So, he keeps you amused?"
"Yes." I pulled him out of the kiddie pool, careful he didn't slip while his arms were still tightly bound with the towel.
"Is that all?"
"He's a very good cook and a barista too. He makes me a great latte. He comes in handy when I don't want to carry all the groceries into the house. He's a good kisser too." I smiled, wickedly, pulling him down so I could let him kiss me.
The kiss was short, he was still too cold for me to let him stand there in the sliding door, half inside and half outside the house.
"He likes kissing you."
"Go to the bedroom man slave. You're still too cold. Luckily, I know how to warm you up, while being very nice to you."
"Yes Lady", he said. He turned, let the towel slip down his back and rest just under his butt cheeks as he walked away.
I laughed, "What a good little man slut you are!"
