Mistress Karen had been gone a while now and Oliver's knees were starting to ache. He had been kneeling (blindfolded) on the wooden floor of her bedroom for at least half an hour now, and he still didn't know when she would be back.
Oliver had first met Mistress Karen just over five months ago. She was not a professional dominatrix, though he suspected in time she would become one. They had met online initially, him answering her advert for a chastity slave (with special duties). Intrigued, he had emailed her and they had met up for a drink so that she could explain more fully what she was looking for.
It turned out that what she really wanted was a slave whom she could tease and deny and as she needed to be sure of her power over him she had insisted on the use of a locking chastity device, for which she would retain the key.
Oliver had asked how often he would be allowed to cum if he agreed to her terms and Karen had simply smiled mischievously, before adding, "a lot less often than you'd probably really like...".
The way she said it made Oliver's cock harden painfully, he had long desired a Mistress who would deny him for her own pleasure and who would be truly indifferent to his pleas for release.
She had assured him though, that he would be regularly unlocked and teased, and Oliver couldn't fault her on that score. Since their initial meeting he had barely gone more than three days without being summoned to her house, tied to the bed, unlocked and teased to the absolute brink of orgasm, before being left to cool down and then re-locked.
When it came to the 'special duties', Mistress Karen explained that while she had no intention of ever having 'intercourse' with him, Oliver would be expected to worship her pussy and ass whenever she requested it. Once again, every time Oliver had been summoned to her house he had been expected to provide a lengthy bout of stimulation to her ass or pussy with his tongue, before being sent on his way.
So far, so good. Oliver was happy, Karen was happy and everything was ticking along nicely. What Oliver didn't know however, was that shortly after their first meeting Mistress Karen had found a lover, called Dale.
Karen had intended for the two never to meet. Dale was unresponsive to her dominant nature, but she loved his long, thick cock and hard-muscled body. If she could have persuaded him to take on the role of her slave she would have dispensed with Oliver immediately, but Dale wasn't interested in being submissive to her and he laughed in her face when she asked him if he would let her control his orgasms.
Karen promised him everything under the sun in exchange for his willing submission, but Dale simply wouldn't play ball and so Oliver was retained, blissfully ignorant to what was going on, at least until 'the incident'.
It was a damp Friday when Oliver walked out of the local supermarket and almost bumped into Karen and Dale. Karen and Oliver exchanged an awkward look before Oliver started to say something to Karen, thought better of it and then stormed off to his car, looking over his shoulder at the couple as they stood in front of the door obviously discussing what had just happened.
Oliver had tried to contact Karen the next day but she didn't answer his calls or his email. In fact it was nearly a week until she contacted him, whereupon she explained the situation and gave him a choice.
She told him that she had met Dale a few days after they had started their games, that she had fallen in love with him, but that he couldn't fulfil all her needs and that she still needed Oliver to play with. She further explained that she had not told Dale about Oliver, because she didn't think he would understand, but that now that everything had come out in the open, he was willing to tolerate the arrangement for certain concessions on her part.
Oliver waited to hear what these concessions might be, but Karen was not forthcoming with them and he figured that she considered them to be a private matter between her and Dale.
Finally Karen told Oliver that if he wanted to continue as her slave, he would have to accept that Dale was her lover and that he would always be her number one priority, and that if he could not accept that then she would have no alternative but to return to him the key for his chastity device.
Oliver was fuming inside, but deep down he knew he would bow to whatever request she made of him. The last five months had been absolute bliss and he could not imagine going back to the bland life he had lived before he met her, trying and failing to find a woman who would control him as perfectly as she had.
Karen had told him that if he wanted to terminate their arrangement, she would understand completely, but that if he decided to continue, she would expect him to go even deeper into submission for her. She finished by telling him she would give him two days to think about it, and that if he did indeed want to continue as her slave, he should arrive at her house at 8:30pm on Sunday. If he did not arrive at that time, she would return his key and their relationship would be at a permanent end.
Despite his anger, Oliver hardly needed to think it over. He knew instantly that he would be there, that nothing would ever persuade him not to go, no matter what she had in mind for him, no matter how far she wanted to push him, he could not resist her and could not allow her to slip away from him.
And so it came to be that Oliver was kneeling on her wooden bedroom floor, waiting for her to return. He had arrived as punctually as ever and Mistress Karen had looked positively thrilled to see him. She had welcomed him into her home, just as she had done all the other times, before reiterating to him that she was still with Dale and explaining that she had helped him to understand why she needed their relationship and that it was no threat to what she had with Dale.
Oliver had taken it on the chin and accepted his lowly position, just being around her again made him feel dizzy and he was aching for her to release his cock and to touch him, and he was desperate to taste her delicious pussy and ass again too.
Karen had led him to the bedroom, told him to strip and kneel and then she had tied his wrists behind his back. Finally she had placed a blindfold over his head so that all he could see (by looking downwards) was the tops of his thighs and the CB-3000 that encased his already leaking cock.
Then she had left him there, alone, without any word as to when she would be back. He knew it was a test of his obedience and he was more than prepared to take it on. He would have stayed there all night if that's what it took to prove himself, but that was not exactly what Karen had in mind.
Oliver heard footsteps on the stairs, slightly heavy for his Mistress's trim form he thought, and then the bedroom door was pushed open. Oliver felt the air waft across him, making the hairs on his arms and legs stand to attention. Blindfolded as he was, every sound seemed acute to him and he was convinced there was more than one person in the room with him. He turned his head to where they stood and Mistress Karen congratulated him on his obedience.
There was a rustle of clothes and then Oliver heard the bed creak as first one, then two bodies clambered onto it's soft surface. Now he was sure there was more than the two of them there. He heard the bed creaking more and the sound of kissing and now he knew for sure that Mistress wasn't alone on the bed.
He tried to remember how Dale had looked when he had seen him, it had only been a few seconds of course, but Oliver hadn't forgotten. He couldn't blame Karen for finding him attractive, he was everything that Oliver wasn't: tall, dark, fit... He admonished himself for stupidly thinking that a woman like Karen could ever find him truly attractive. She herself was stunning, with not an ounce of fat on her, she could have practically any man she wanted, but then the majority of men wouldn't have been willing to play along with her games, so that was where he came in.
Suddenly he felt her moving closer and his blindfold was removed. Oliver squinted as the light hurt his eyes, he could just make out the shape of his Mistress's ass and two obviously male legs sticking out from underneath her. His eyes adjusted fully and he looked at her face which appeared looking back at him, just to the side of her gorgeous ass, which she was spreading with her right hand, lewdly exposing her puckered hole.
Oliver licked his lips as another bead of precum dripped from the end of his chastity device onto the hard, wooden floor.
"Hello slave," purred Mistress Karen. "I'm so glad you came back, I promise you won't regret it."
She pulled her cheeks even further apart giving Oliver an even better view of her pretty pink pussy and tight asshole.
"I bet you missed serving me didn't you?"
"Yes Mistress Karen," whispered Oliver truthfully, his breathing fast and shallow.
"I hope your balls are still just as full as I left them, what... twenty six days ago?"
"Yes Mistress, I assure you they are."
"Good slave, now move a little closer."
Oliver shuffled forwards, ignoring the pain in his knees as he inched closer to the prize he craved so badly.
Mistress Karen spoke confidently but quietly, allowing each word to sink in to Oliver's head in turn.
"I will be allowing you to lick my asshole later slave, but for now I want you to concentrate on watching me sucking my boyfriends huge cock... Something that I will never, ever do for you!"
Oliver's jaw trembled as Karen moved slightly and Dale's rock hard cock shifted into view. Oliver couldn't believe the size of it and he watched in awe as Karen struggled to get her mouth around it. Soon Karen got into the flow and she made obscene sucking noises as she worked Dale's throbbing meat in and out of her eager mouth.
Every now and then Mistress Karen would look back at Oliver, kneeling on her bedroom floor, watching her sucking Dale's cock. She appreciated the way he looked at her, the desperation and need written all over his face as he watched her servicing the superior male. She loved Dale's cock, but having Oliver there, desperate for her and desperate to serve her made everything even more intense and satisfying for her.
After a while she slid up his body and positioned herself over the head of his massive stalk, reaching back between her legs to hold his cock upright as she pushed herself slowly down on it. She was dripping wet already and so Dale's bulbous cockhead passed fairly easily into her tight channel. As he watched Oliver couldn't help but wonder what it would look like to see that magnificent cock stretching Mistress Karen's vice-like asshole, and wondered further if that might be one of the concessions she had made to him, and if so, would he be allowed to watch?
Karen and Dale's groans shook Oliver from his thoughts and he watched mesmerized as she started to slide up and down Dale's thick, hard rod. Almost imperceptibly Karen started to move faster and faster, causing Dale's balls to bounce as she fucked herself on his impressive stalk.
Oliver looked down between his legs to see a small puddle of precum that had leaked from his cock, he'd never produced anything like that before, but then he'd never been in this position before, watching his Mistress impaling herself on a huge cock right in front of his eyes while his own cum-laden balls and long-caged cock ached for attention.
He looked up again to witness the sight of his Mistress's cunt lips stretched around her lover's shaft as she pounded up and down on his throbbing length. This continued for some time, faster and faster, harder and harder, the sound of her skin slapping against his as she sought to drain him of his hot, sticky cum.
Suddenly Dale groaned loudly and bucked beneath her and Mistress Karen pulled herself quickly off his cock. She reached back and jerked his meat hard with her fingers causing several thick spurts of cum to splatter across her ass cheeks, some dripping down to the very tops of her thighs. When he finished cumming, Karen let go of his cock and used her hands to spread her cheeks once more, before rubbing her asshole against the glistening, sticky head of Dale's cock.
Oliver was trembling as he realised what was about to happen. Mistress Karen turned to look at him and gave the order. Oliver hesitated at first, unsure if he was willing to go through with it, but he knew that his place was to serve Mistress Karen and to put her pleasure before his own, and if Mistress Karen wanted him to lick her lover's cum from her ass then that is what he must do.
He shuffled closer, his hands still fastened behind his back, while Mistress Karen pushed her ass out towards him, encouraging him to perfrom his duties as her obedient slave.
"That's it slave," she breathed. "Lick all that cum off my ass and then, and only then, you can clean my asshole. I know how much you love licking my asshole don't you slave?"
"Yes Mistress Karen," confirmed Oliver as he stared nervously at the white spunk that coated his Mistress's beautiful ass cheeks.
"Go on slave, do it... do it for your beautiful Mistress."
Oliver closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, tasting another man's cum for the first time in his life. He noted that it didn't taste that different from his own (Mistress Karen had made him eat his own cum the laste time she had allowed him to cum) and after a couple of minutes or so he had cleaned every drop of spunk from his Mistress's taut buttocks.
He pulled his head back to signify to her that he had completed his task and she rewarded him by peeling her ass-cheeks apart once again and inviting him to use his tongue on her musky asshole.
Oliver dived into his task, lapping Dale's cum from between her cheeks obediently before using his tongue to gently fuck her tight asshole. As he did so he felt his cock swelling painfully inside the CB-3000 and with horror he realised that he was only a few seconds from cumming. Karen reached back and played with her clit as he continued to tongue fuck her ass and within just a few short minutes Oliver felt her pushing back against his tongue and then bucking against his face as she had a truly colossal orgasm.
As Karen collapsed on top of her lover, Oliver pulled himself completely upright and looked down to see his own cum dripping from the hole in the end of the chastity device. He couldn't believe it, he had cum without getting fully hard and without being released from the device and now Mistress Karen was sure to be absolutely furious with him.
Without waiting to be told, Oliver shuffled backwards and bent down to lap his cum up from the wooden floor, hoping it might go some way to atoning for his terrible mistake. Struggling to pull himself back upright once he had completed his task, he saw Mistress Karen looking down at him with a disappointed look on her face.
"Oh dear slave, that's a shame... I did have a special treat in mind for you... but I guess it's too late now... it's a pity because I had to try really hard to talk Dale into letting me do it for you and I promised him I would never ask him again...".
Oliver's head dropped, utterly dejected, but at the same time strangely satisfied. Having been allowed to witness his Mistress's pleasure at such close quarters and to worship her asshole to such a powerful conclusion, Oliver knew that he had been right to return and to accept his position as her chastity slave, her ass and pussy slave and now her willing cum slut.
It all started when I showed my wife some instructions I found on a 'female-led-relationships' website, they were called the 'Rules of the Road' and some were adopted pretty quickly, including the very important one about making your slave eat his cum EVERY time he was permitted to ejaculate. At first I was keen, then the reality of it hit me, but then I got used to it and realised it was simply something I had to do to please my Mistress. And since pleasing my Mistress is what I like doing, I grew to like it.
I've been married to my wife now for 16 years (we married in our early twenties) and far from losing interest in her, I find her more attractive as time goes by. I seem to go through phases of obsessing about different parts of her body (although inevitably I always come back to her awesome ass), at the moment it's her gorgeous legs and feet. Yesterday we were at a family party and I spent as much time as I could get away with staring at her legs, wishing I could kiss them and rub my face and cock over the soft skin.
About twelve years ago I told her that I wanted her to dominate me. That wasn't at all awkward...., but eventually things worked out and then we started having a one hour session every month. About six months ago, I was on my knees with my Mistress standing in front of me fucking my face with her strap-on. I looked up at her and I felt this amazing emotional change come over me. After the session I was rather withdrawn, but eventually I managed to explain to my wife that at that precise moment in time I was so overwhelmed with love for her that I was quite convinced that I would overcome any inhibitions and would have done anything that she would have asked of me.
During our sessions she has often tormented me by telling me how she would like to tie me up and make me watch another man fuck her (after I'd got him hard with my mouth) and then clean both her holes after he'd filled her with his spunk. She does all this while fucking herself with the glass dildo I bought her last Valentine's Day, before making me lick and suck it clean while telling me to imagine it's a real cock covered in her pussy juice and thick creamy cum.
I must admit it felt weird telling her that I thought I was capable of doing this (even if only while in the heat of the moment in the session) and it left me quite conflicted thereafter. But I wanted to share my feelings with her so that she would know how deeply I felt for her and how much I trusted her.
Before our sessions I usually write notes, telling her what was best for me about the previous time and giving her new ideas to try out. I usually end up writing and rewriting these notes, desperately trying to find a balance between what I want, what I think I want, and what I feel I can say without freaking her out!
Sometimes I write stories for her too, and this can put me in a hell of a state by the time the session starts. Last time Mistress said she thought I was going to cum just from kissing her feet.
Anyway, our latest adventure started the other day when Mistress informed me by email that I needed to practice wearing my butt plug for long periods of time. She told me that I had two weeks to practice and that by then I should feel comfortable with it in for several hours. I was told not to discuss this with her, just to follow her instructions. I did as she ordered and was surprised how quickly I got used to the plug, even though at first it was quite uncomfortable.
A few days later she gave me a card from the post office and told me to collect a parcel for her. It was very light and the label gave no hint as to the sender's name or address. When I gave it to her, she thanked me but did not comment further on what it might contain.
About ten days later she gave me an amazing blowjob which culminated in her French kissing my spunk into my mouth so that I could swallow it. Once my cock had withered she cleaned it with a wet-wipe and then produced from her bedside drawer a CB3000. I made to object but she gave me a glare that told me exactly who was the boss here, and that I better consider my words very carefully.
During our last session I had rather foolishly confessed to having touched my cock despite being ordered not to do so. Now I was paying the price (literally it turned out, seeing as she had paid for the device on my credit card!), where I had foolishly thought the whipping she had given me was the entirety of my punishment.
Our next session was five days away and she told me that she wanted to make extra sure that my balls were full for her then and that as I had gone against her orders she felt she could no longer trust me to keep my hands off. I replied that I hadn't cum, I had just played with it a bit...but I hastily added that I could see her point of view.
Every night for the next four nights I was allowed to eat my Mistress' gorgeous pussy. I love doing that even if she does not reciprocate. I don't do it in order to get my cock sucked, I just love doing it. It gives me enormous pleasure to feel her coming on my tongue and I love looking at her pussy after she's come. It looks so beautiful when it's all pink, slippery, wet and gaping open. I would rather give up anything else than eating pussy, even my own pleasure. And that was exactly what I was doing for these next few days and nights.
On Sunday morning I awoke and got up to find a note Mistress had left for me.
"Today you are my slave, whatever I want you to, do you will do. You will not get dressed, I want you to be naked all day. I will be getting up at about ten (it was 9:45), you will serve my breakfast, there is fresh fruit in the fridge. You will have one piece of dry toast. After breakfast you will fitted with the butt plug which you will be wearing for the rest of the day."
At ten, Mistress rose and I served her breakfast. Afterwards she sat in a chair. She was still wearing her dressing gown. She told me to kneel in front of her, as I did I couldn't help staring longingly at her gorgeous legs and feet. Mistress noticed this, clicked her fingers and told me to look at her, not her legs.
She said: "Today you are my slave and you will do whatever I ask of you, do you understand."
"Yes Mistress' I replied.
"Is there anything you will not do for me slave - think very carefully."
"No Mistress." I replied, a slight tremor in my voice.
"Very good slave, you have pleased me...though I suspect you may have left yourself open to more than you bargained for."
"If it pleases you Mistress." I said, settling comfortably into my role, yet with a slight pang of apprehension tempered by the desire to be pushed to my limits and perhaps beyond.
"Very well."
She told me to get on my hands and knees and I felt lubricant being applied to my ass. Then a finger pushed into me, then two and after a few minutes I felt the butt plug being pushed firmly into place. Once it was in position she told me to stand up and get used to it while she dressed.
I was still standing, waiting for her when she finally came back.
"Time to get this off." She said pointing at the CBT3000. "At least this time I know that your balls are nice and full, so if I do allow you to cum there will be a pleasing amount of spunk for you to eat."
It was a relief to have the device removed, but then she produced another toy which she proceeded to fit to my cock. A '5 gates of hell'. She fed my quickly growing cock through the rings, which itself had the effect of making it harder and more painful. Then she leaned closer and started telling me how glad she was that I had found my place at her side as her slave and that she loved seeing me like this and how wet it was making her. My cock continued to expand until the rings arrested it's growth and I winced quietly.
Mistress now decided that I should clean the house from top to bottom, wearing only the butt plug and the cock restrainer. Every so often Mistress would appear to inspect my work, and then she would invariably squeeze my balls until my cock hardened sufficiently inside it's new prison and then leave me to it again.
When I was half done with cleaning, Mistress called me downstairs and then removed the cock-toy. She told me to kneel down and wank my cock. She taunted me as I wanked myself, telling me that now I was her true slave she intended to fulfil all the fantasies I had ever confided in her. I gulped loudly, wondering if she was serious, honestly unsure about whether I hoped she was or wasn't! As if reading my mind, she assured me that she was, and that before the end of the year she fully intended to watch me suck another man's cock and then lick her pussy clean after he had filled it with cum.
It was obvious that I was close to shooting my load and Mistress told me to stop. When my cock eventually softened Mistress produced another new toy, a metal ring weight which she fitted just above my balls. She let it go and it pulled my balls down a little. She told me to continue with my cleaning.
When I had finished the chores she had set, she had me kneel in front of her again and she removed my butt plug and applied a dab of vapour rub to it, before replacing it in my now stretched ass. She then wiped some more vapour rub on my balls and the tip of my cock. Then she reached out and tweaked my nipples until they were hard and red. Then she pulled out a nipple chain and attached it to my nipples with the clamps at each end. I winced as the weight of the chain pulled on my nipples, but Mistress just laughed and told me she would be back shortly.
I was on my knees for a good twenty minutes, my cock, balls and ass burning with the vapour rub. When she returned she was in her full Mistress uniform, a PVC Basque, fishnets and her strap-on already in place and ready for use. Immediately I noticed that something was different. She had replaced the strap-on we usually used with the other one that had come with the harness, the larger one that we had never used.
Mistress stood directly in front of me, the large silicon dildo just inches from my face. It was considerably larger than the usual one we used, and a good bit larger than my own cock. Mistress told me that was why I had to wear the butt plug all day and asked me if I thought I could take it. I said that I didn't know, but that I would try my best for her. She told me that if I wanted to cum I would do more than try.
Without another word she stepped closer and forced the fake cock between my teeth, pushing it hard into my mouth. I gulped air as she fucked my face hard, her hands holding the back of my head to stop me pulling back. My cock stiffened as her hips bucked the dildo into me, and as my skin tightened the ball weight kept my nuts pushed down away from my cock.
Abruptly Mistress pulled the silicon length out of my mouth and told me to get on all fours. She roughly pulled the butt plug out of my ass and placed the head of the fake cock at the entrance to my asshole.
"What do you want slave?" She asked sharply.
"Only to please you Mistress." I answered.
Mistress laughed.
"Beg me to fuck your ass slave."
"Please fuck my ass Mistress." I replied, none too convincingly.
"You'll have to do better than that if you want to cum slave."
"Yes Mistress....please fuck my ass with your big cock."
Mistress increased the pressure and I felt the head starting to push into my hole.
"Please fuck my ass Mistress...stretch my hole with your huge cock."
Mistress gripped my hips and pushed the fake cock into my ass, I gritted my teeth as the full size of it slid inside me and then she paused so that I could get used to the feeling of fullness. After a few moments she started a gentle backwards and forwards motion, but quickly built up her speed until she was fucking me hard. Then she pulled the dildo clear, only to ram it back in again just a few seconds later.
"That looks so good slave, I love to see your ass gaping open when I pull my cock out of you."
"I'm glad it pleases you Mistress." I gasped.
Mistress pounded my ass for a while longer until she was tired. As she did so the nipple chain and ball weight pulled on my nipples and balls and increased my torment further. I was quite relieved when she finally pulled the dildo out for the last time, though in a way I had kind of enjoyed it too.
She told me to kneel in front of her again and to wank my cock. I did as she instructed and then she told me to remove her stockings. I slid each stocking down her gorgeous silky legs and folded them and put them to one side. Then she grabbed my head and I felt the strap-on forced into my mouth again. As she fucked my face she told me to imagine what it would be like to suck a real cock that had just fucked my ass. I closed my eyes as I imagined it, my cock getting even harder as my lust for depravity betrayed me.
Mistress told me to open my eyes and look up at her as I sucker her cock. I obeyed without hesitation, feeling deeply submissive as I looked into my gorgeous Mistress' eyes as she pushed the dildo deeper and deeper. She told me I needed the practice because it wouldn't be long before my throat was being fucked by a real cock. I grunted around the cock as it threatened to choke me, while Mistress taunted me by telling me how much I was going to enjoy the feeling of a real, warm cock filling my mouth with fresh, warm spunk.
Mistress pulled the strap-on clear and I took in deep lungful of air. She sat on the corner of a chair and motioned me to move closer to her. She started to rub the instep of her foot against my balls, the weight still pulling the skin tight and my balls down. As she did this I was struggling to maintain control over my straining cock.
Mistress told me that I had pleased her today and that she had decided to let me cum. She told me to start wanking and to cover her feet with my spunk. I grasped my cock and began pumping it, while she sat there looking on, telling me how much she loved having me under her control and re-iterating how serious she was about fulfilling all the fantasies I had ever confided in her. I felt my balls tighten and within seconds several huge spurts of cum landed on Mistress' feet. I milked every last drop out and then bent down to clear up my mess with my tongue.
As I cleaned up her feet, licking my cum from between her toes and even halfway up her shin, such was the force I had cum, Mistress looked down at me.
"You love my feet don't you slave?"
"Yes Mistress, I love them so much."
"Perhaps I should send you on a pedicure course so that you could take care of them for me?"
"If it pleases you Mistress."
"Hmm, maybe I will."
Mistress allowed me to relax for a short while, inspecting her feet to make sure that I had not missed a drop of my white cream.
"Now slave, I have one more test for you, if you pass then you will get a treat."
"Thank you Mistress."
Mistress reached forward and pulled my head closer to her groin.
"Open your mouth slave."
I opened my mouth and almost immediately I felt Mistress' warm piss on my face. I quickly moved my mouth and swallowed her warm liquid without question. I loved her completely and was hers to use without question. We both knew that we were pushing boundaries now and that if I wanted to prove myself worthy of her ownership I would have to put aside any objections I might have had. When she finished I licked her pussy clean and then bowed my head.
"Well done slave, I am now satisfied that you are truly devoted to me and only me, and as such I am now happy to grant you an indulgence. You see slave, I have been talking to all my girlfriends about you, and I've realised that they aren't all as lucky as I am. Hard as it is to believe slave, their husbands aren't all like you, they don't crave pussy like you do. I mean with your tongue slave, I'm sure they all crave pussy...but not the way you do. You can't get enough of my pussy can you, your tongue is just never satisfied is it slave?"
"Never Mistress."
"No, and from what I'm told the ones that are willing are next to useless at it, perhaps if they practiced a bit more slave, eh?"
"Yes Mistress. Practice makes perfect."
"Indeed slave. So, I thought to myself, seeing as that's the one thing that you truly excel at, perhaps I should share you with them."
My mouth hung open a little, I was not expecting this turn of events at all.
"Close your mouth slave, you look simple."
I did as I was told. She continued...
"Of course, you'll have to be blindfolded and your cock locked up. They'll be more comfortable if you can't see them and I don't want them touching your cock, that's my property and I say what happens to it, isn't that right slave?"
"Yes Mistress, of course Mistress."
"Besides, it will be more humiliating for you for them to see your cock in it's cage, won't it slave?"
"Yes Mistress." I hadn't even thought about that aspect of this new plan, but I had assumed that I would remain clothed while I serviced Mistresses' friends, apparently not.
Mistress leaned down and put her hand on my chin, turning my head to look straight into her eyes.
"Don't worry though slave, I won't make you wear a blindfold when I make you suck cock. After all, I want to see the look in your eyes as you feel them sliding into your mouth, when they fuck your throat and when you swallow their loads. Did I say 'them'? Yes slave I did, it won't be a one off. It may not even be one at a time.
- - -
Mistress organised her first 'pussy-party' two weeks later. I was blindfolded and left in the spare bedroom to wait. Mistress welcomed her friends downstairs and soon the women were drinking wine and getting excited about the night ahead. About half an hour after the guests arrived Mistress came upstairs and fitted the CB3000 and made sure I was ready for my first visitor.
There were four altogether and I brought them all off except one (the second in line), she seemed very tense and unable to relax, eventually she gave up and went back downstairs, while I wondered how I would be punished for my failure.
When the fourth woman entered the room I politely thanked her for allowing me to pleasure her (as I had the other women), she groaned as she lay on the bed and pulled my head between her thighs. Her pussy smelt very strong and as I buried my tongue into her sopping wet slit I realised why.
"Yes, lick all that spunk out of me." She moaned. "I was so turned on thinking about this that I fucked my husband before I left the house. Your wife has told me all about you, you little cumslut. I can't wait to see you sucking my husbands cock."
From the state of her pussy I suspected her husband's cock was pretty big, something she confirmed later when she told me how she would laugh at me as she 'watched her husband fucking my face with his huge cock and pumped his load down my throat'.
After about twenty minutes of my ministrations the woman had a massive orgasm. When she got her breath back she told me to start again, and then she started telling me exactly what she would do to me if I was her husband. As I listened, I manipulated her clit with my exhausted tongue, my cock aching inside the CB3000. Eventually I made her come again and she finally made her way back downstairs to the others.
I lay on the bed, thoroughly beat and after a few minutes I heard Mistress coming up the stairs. She told me to sit on the edge of the bed and removed the cock-cage. She lifted up the blindfold briefly and asked me if I had enjoyed servicing her friends. I struggled for a moment for an answer, unsure as to whether I was supposed to enjoy it or not. I decided on a non-committal answer.
"I enjoy pleasing you and following your instructions Mistress."
Mistress smiled and replaced the blindfold, impressed with how I had negotiated the trap she had laid for me. She led me down the stairs and told me to kneel on the floor and asked me if I wanted to cum.
Despite being somewhat un-nerved by the presence of the other women, even though I couldn't actually see them, I said that I did. Mistress asked me if I thought I deserved to cum. I responded that it wasn't my place to say and that my pleasure was, as always, at Mistress' discretion. Mistress said she thought that I had done very well to service so many women, but that because I had failed to make one of the women cum, my pleasure would have to be tempered by some means.
Mistress discussed the possibilities with the other women and they eventually decided that although I would be allowed to cum, I would have to wank myself off into my own hand and then lick it clean. This was something that Mistress had never done before, and something that we both knew would be quite difficult for me to do. After all ,it's one thing licking your cum of a sexy woman's skin, quite another to lick it from your own palm.
My expression obviously told the women all they needed to know about my feelings on what they had decided for me, and my Mistress commented pointedly 'or perhaps you don't want to cum.....for a while'.
That was enough of a warning for me and I quickly thanked them for their kindness. Mistress told me to be quite and get on with it.
It took me longer than I expected to bring myself off, sure I had been turned on for several hours, but I'd had to suppress the urge to cum for so long...and now I was expected to humiliate myself in front of a room full of women. Women who I had known for some time! That thought hadn't really sunk in until now. These women all knew me (or at least I assumed they did) and now they were all too aware of my slavedom.
After a while Mistress told me to hurry up and when she realised that I was struggling to cum, she taunted me further.
"Come on slave, hurry up, we haven't got all night. I'm going to count to ten and if you don't cum by then I'm going to fetch my strap-on and fuck you in front of all these ladies. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7..."
As she counted I felt the spunk rising in my balls and held my other hand in front of my cock to catch the spurts I knew were coming.
"...9...10!"
I felt the warm creamy liquid in my palm and looked down as I milked the last drops out of my wilting cock. I raised my hand up to my mouth, but somehow I couldn't complete the task I had been set.
"Do it slave." I heard Mistress' command. "How are you ever going to suck a cock in front of us if you can't even complete this simple task?" I felt my face redden as I realised that all of these women knew everything. I tried again but I still couldn't do it.
"Come on slave, I told all these women that you would eat your own cum for me, you don't want to make a liar of me do you?"
"No Mistress." I said and quickly lapped my palm clean, remembering all to late, the longer you wait, the worse it is. How many femdom stories had I read where the guy wants to lick his wife clean, but changes his mind once he's cum?
Once my palm was completely clean I dropped my hand by my side and bowed my head, awaiting Mistress' next instruction.
The women talked amongst themselves for a short while, almost as if I wasn't there. They asked my Mistress questions about my behaviour and Mistress gave them frank, honest answers. My face was bright red and I was utterly grateful for the blindfold and the little protection it afforded me.
Then a silence descended and I heard my Mistress voice addressing me once more.
"Get on your hands and knees slave."
I obeyed and Mistress explained to myself and the others present that my hesitance had displeased her and now I had to be punished. Blindfolded I didn't even realise the whip was in her hand until I felt the sting on my backside. I yelped as the tails hit me, but quickly regained my composure and remembered to count.
"One, thank you Mistress."
Mistress paused, I imagined she raised an eyebrow to her audience and then continued with my punishment. At twelve she stopped and I heard one of the women moving across the room, I (correctly) assumed that my Mistress had silently motioned to her to do so. My heart sunk at the thought of a line of women waiting to whip my poor ass, so I was almost pleased to hear Mistress next words.
"Since you failed to make one of my ladies cum, I think it's only fair that she should get to punish you for your shortcomings."
"Yes Mistress."
The other woman was not as practised with the whip as my Mistress, her lashes were somewhat random in their aim and not nearly as hard as I had anticipated, but still I felt a certain heat on my skin after the completion of the second dozen strokes.
Then Mistress took the whip from her and laid it on my back, the tails hanging down over the pink skin of my cheeks. She addressed me sternly.
"Now slave, there is another matter I wish to discuss with you."
This didn't sound good.
"Yes Mistress?"
"Is it true that you made one of my ladies cum twice?"
"I...did Mistress." My mind raced as I wondered if the woman had told her about the other little detail, was I supposed to tell her or what?
"And do you think that's fair slave?"
"I hadn't thought about it Mistress, I just did as I was instructed."
"You are MY slave, you take instruction from me, understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
Mistress turned to the woman who had taken advantage of my Mistress' generosity.
"And what do you have to say for yourself?"
The woman sounded a bit embarrassed herself, strange I thought, given what she had said to me as I was licking her well fucked cunt, but still.
"I'm sorry....I just got carried away, I'm not used to having such a willing..." she trailed off, unable to locate the right word, neither lover nor slave seeming appropriate in the circumstances.
"Well, that sounds perfectly understandable..." My wife said and then turned to the woman who had whipped me rather ineptly. "..and what about you, do you want to try again?"
The woman muttered something I couldn't quite hear, I think she might have said no, but Mistress wasn't having it and told me to go upstairs and wait in the spare bedroom again. I obeyed her instructions, feeling my way up the stairs rather than lifting the blindfold for fear of further punishment.
A few minutes later I heard the woman and my Mistress enter the room. I heard Mistress kiss the woman and the woman groaning as Mistress rubbed her pussy through her knickers, then she turned to me and knelt down to refit the cock cage. She struggled with it for a few moments and then decided that it wasn't worth the bother, I had not long cum after all, and she had decided that she was staying put.
I heard the woman's clothes being peeled away from her skin and then felt the woman climbing onto the bed. Mistress hand touched my head and pushed it down between the woman's widely spread thighs. I listened intently as I began my task, the sounds I heard translating into pictures in my head. Mistress was kneeling by the bed, kissing the woman deeply and rubbing her tits. Occasionally I felt her hand move down to the woman's belly and once or twice her fingers even slid down the sides of the woman's slick pussy.
After some time the woman finally came, her cries stifled by my Mistress mouth as she kissed her deeply. I continued licking the woman's soaking pussy until finally Mistress pushed my head away.
"Enough, slave."
I licked my lips of the woman's juices and moved backwards down the bed to allow the woman to leave. She lay still for a while but eventually Mistress led her back downstairs to the others. I laid down on the bed and drifted off to sleep.
About an hour later Mistress returned and woke me up. She removed my blindfold and told me that she was very pleased with my performance. I told her that I was pleased that she was pleased. She told me that it was now her turn to cum, and that seeing as I had already been allowed to cum, it had better be mind-blowing, or else.
Despite my exhaustion I managed to satisfy her, quite quickly actually, I guess she was still thinking over what had happened with the other woman (as was I!). Finally as a reward for my efforts throughout the evening, as soon as she had finished cumming she rolled onto her side and peeled her ass cheeks apart, inviting me to clean the pussy juice from around her ass and then to push my tongue inside her tight hole.
