BDSM Story "Breakfast in Bed" written for Oxy-Shop - Oxy-shop

BREAKFAST IN BED

 


Chapter one: Breakfast in bed.


Naked as I always slept I carefully climbed out of bed. So as not to wake my beautiful partner. I moved downstairs to the kitchen. I would make breakfast in bed for my partner, as a surprise. She rarely had the luxury of breakfast in bed, and I always made breakfast. Working quickly and efficiently, I loaded the tray with French press coffee, milk no sugar, a soft-boiled egg. Two slices of toast one cut into strips to dip in the egg, the other scraped with butter and a schemer of bitter orange marmalade, to finish off a small glass of fresh orange juice.


            Quietly I made my way back up to the bedroom, careful not to spill anything, she would not like a messy tray. Quietly I pushed open the door with my foot, I put the tray down on our, or should I say her dresser. Her red hair was spread over the pillow like a red water fall, tangled and glorious in all its shades. As I knelt by her side of the bed, I gently stroked her shoulder, whispering breakfast was ready. Slowly her eyes flickered open, as she sat up, her hair tumbled in a cascade of flames caught in the sunlight coming through the window. Wearing a sheer baby doll, her breasts with dark nipples, pointed were easily seen, that vision distracted me, as seeing her so always did, which was her intention.

Questioningly she asked me, “What’s the occasion? I don’t remember giving any instructions.”

           “You didn’t, I overheard you saying you did not have to be in the office until after your offsite meeting, so I thought I would surprise you. It’s not often you have the chance for breakfast in bed.”

         “Haven’t you forgotten to add something?” In the anticipation of surprising her, I had forgotten to address her as we had negotiated.

         “I am sorry Mistress, it was just the excitement of surprising you, please forgive me.”

         “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, and we will see how everything goes. You may bring me breakfast now.”


 She adjusted herself in the bed sitting fully upright and in the process pulling the sheer fabric of her top taut against her body, which brought an involuntary moan from me. She heard my response and a small smile creased her lips. I placed the tray across her lap and returned to my kneeling position at her side.

It has been just under a year that I have been serving Mistress Angela, my dominating angel full time. We had met on a post grad course several years ago, began dating, and our careers had been very similar, until I had a brilliant idea which I had patented. It made me (well us really) financially well off. Now I consulted and worked mostly from home, but that is not the interesting part. During our time dating we had discovered we each had an interest in domination and submission. Over time it became clear that I was naturally sexually submissive, and she was naturally sexually dominant, what are the chances? A match made in heaven.  Not that it was all plain sailing, over the time of dating our roles became more defined, in our private life I became more submissive to her, and she appreciated the dominant role. Like any couple we had our ups and downs, each of us almost ended the relationship at one point or another, but we were in love and thought it too important not to try and make it work.


A lot of back and forth communicating, and some counselling with a kink friendly counselor helped, but we were the ones that made it work.  Gradually we found what worked for us as a couple, in a female led household. We did a lot exploring and failing, before we came to where we are today, married. Now I am her full-time submissive and I am happier than I can ever remember and so is she.

            Finishing her repast, she dabbed her lips on the napkin. Waiting for me to remove the tray she folded her hands in her lap. I stood and took the tray and put it back on the dresser, waiting for her comments.

Mistress threw back the bed covers and swung her legs to the floor, stretching her arms above her head, saying, “Breakfast was excellent and a nice surprise, so this time your omission will be overlooked, don’t make it a habit, you know I will punish you, in fact as a reward you can watch me shower, then dry me, you know the rules. Please make sure the water is at the correct temperature.”


             Seeing her naked and showering would turn me on to the point of temptation and ratchet up my frustration level-exactly what she wanted. When the water was at the correct temperature I said.

“Mistress your shower is ready.”

             “Good you may kneel and watch me.” She stood and walked toward me, as she did she took the hem of her baby doll top and in one swift motion striped it off and tossed it to me, she glided past me naked and stepped into the steaming water, glorying in the water’s warm embrace. Slowly she turned soaking up the heat. Gradually she soaped herself, slowly and sensuously stroking herself. The suds hiding her from my sight, then the cascading water would wash away the suds and reveal her again.


  Squeezing her breasts together, moving those slick glorious orbs, always returning to their awesome weighted shape, the water running off the dark aureole and nipples like water off a Cathedral roof. Turning, letting me see all of her, her perfect ass cheeks, her muscles tensing as she leaned forward, creating dimples in the tanned skin. Turning again she soaped up her neatly trimmed flame red pussy hair, I was the one responsible for keeping that burning bush neatly trimmed, always on my knees in front of her, eye level to paradise. Soon she was done, as she opened the shower door I handed her a towel for her hair, lifting the towel she wrapped her burnished locks away.


            Mistress Angela stepped out onto the rug, and I wrapped her in a large warm bath sheet, not touching her. Taking another bath sheet I started to dab dry her. I pressed the towel she was wrapped in against her body to absorb the moisture, never directly touching her skin-to be so close and have that barrier between us, deepening my frustration, this teasing  was worse than a beating.  Kneeling dried her legs, stopping at the top of her thighs, I knew better than to touch her pussy without direct instructions, which today I had not received.

Smiling down at me she said. “Rick you and I have come a long way since our wedding, we had not played at this level of submission before we married. I am very proud of you, and I love that you love being my submissive, and we both still have so much more to learn, about each other and ourselves. You may lay-out my clothes while I finish my routine.”

            “Thank you Mistress, I will make sure you are perfect for your meeting.”

            “I know you will. I also have some ideas for the weekend-something to stretch you I think. Oh, don’t worry, its nothing we have not, done, discussed or negotiated before, just an added twist.”

            That worried me. Mistress Angela had, since we married been creatively pushing limits, both hers and mine. We had discussed in depth what our hard limits were and everything in between. Many of those limits had changed over time, but not the core hard limits.

             When we had first started on this journey it had all just been fun experimentation and titillation. A bit of bondage here and there, role playing, but it soon developed into something more serious and deeper, not just playing but something we both needed to make us whole. We found the kink community-Google is a wonderful tool. We found the Kink community very open and welcoming, attending munches and play events, we slowly found our way together as a couple. Trying lots of different things, some we did not appreciate or enjoy, many we did and incorporated them directly into our life, a life we now keep mostly private.


            We dated for quite a while before moving in together. When we did, Angela requested that I remove all my pubic hair as a gesture of my submission to her and our living together. Of course, I agreed and have been bare as a babies bum ever since. We developed our Dominant-submissive relationship more deeply and quickly than we had anticipated. We questioned the rapid development, deciding it was the natural consequence of the commitment to each other in a twenty-four-seven dominant-submissive household. A voluntary willing consenting submissive to my Mistress and would not have it any other way.


             Standing up, I made my way back to the bedroom. Automatically I chose her clothes, for business, knowing how she liked to present herself. First lingerie, a matching set of Simone Perelle, bra, thong and garter belt in sheer slate grey. She felt good in it, and looked even better to my eye. My cock responded to my thinking about her, I never minded seeing her any state of dress or undress. Being already jumpstarted by watching her shower, my cock was now fully hard standing to attention. A masculine starched white shirt, fitted and tailored to her curves, leaving no doubt she was all woman. Finally, a fitted charcoal grey striped suit, the stripe in electric blue, the pencil skirt, fitted but not tight-this was business, topped off with a short, tailored jacket. Her shoes would be black patent pumps with four inch heels. Everything monochromatic, black white and shades of grey.


            When she had approved my choices, she would choose her accessories herself, earrings, necklace and with this suit, I would guess a Hermes scarf. I had just finished laying out the clothes when she entered the bedroom, casually looking over my choices.

She nodded in approval saying, “A good eye as usual, and I know you like to think of me in lingerie while I am in a business meeting. I must admit it does have a certain power, especially knowing what it does to you.” She placed a finger at the tip of my shaved erect cock and made bounce up and down. Chuckling she continued. “You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I appreciate all you do for me. You will be getting a reward this weekend, although it may not seem like it.”


            Again, the dropped hints edged me, not knowing just added to my anxiety and she knew it, she played me like a fish on a hook, and that just kept me hard. I wanted to masturbate so badly just to relieve the tension and frustration. I knew better than to have an unauthorized orgasm. Having paid that price before and it was not a pleasant one, my ass remembered each stripe from the crop.

             Clearing the breakfast tray to the kitchen, I grabbed my own breakfast and made a fresh pot of coffee, and loaded the dishwasher before I started my day.

 Mistress Angela strutted in to say goodbye, “Rick, I am off, I should be home the usual time. I will let you know if I am going to be late, otherwise dinner needs to be ready.”

            “Thank you Mistress. Everything will be ready.”

             “Have a good day, I love you.” She kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth, I responded, her hand checked that my cock was still in a semi aroused state, pulling away she smiled and waved as she left through the garage.

            When she is home, I am expected to be naked ninety percent of the time, the rest of the time I am dressed in outfits she chooses. Most often to humiliate me, male but very feminine, frills or sheer, and pants or jeans that are sprayed on, so tight she suggests that for safeties sake the zipper is left undone, and my cock pulled out and exposed. There seems to be no end to her variations. Thankfully when I am home alone or on video calls I wear what I want.

            It’s a very schizophrenic life, half in the normal vanilla world with friends we have known for years, or through our work life. The other half in the kink community. The more we progressed in our relationship, and as it became deeper and more meaningful to us, the less we played in public arenas. We still visited the Kink clubs, more selectively and to stay in touch with friends. Now our play sessions were limited to home or private parties. At home it was a twenty four-seven environment, no so much play as life.


            We created our own set of rules to live by, and I am rewarded for the good, punished for the errors. Rewards are much better than punishments, which could range from being denied an orgasm, to corporeal punishment, being restricted to the house, put in bondage for extended times, one of her favorites was to tease me unmercifully, until I was almost in tears and begging her to forgive me. The punishments are never done out of meanness or cruelty, they are designed to correct or improve my service to her, and although I don’t like being punished, I accept it as part of my training and to improve my service to her, and I love her.


            Getting on with my day, I made the calls, talked to clients, made appointments, reviewed documents that had been sent to me concerning the processes in which I was an expert, they were interesting had some assumptions I would not have made, and I made discussion notes to that point. The day went quickly, I had not heard from Mistress Angela so started to prepare dinner.

That was a typical day, and one typical day passed into another. The only thing that changed was the level of my frustration, it was getting to the point where I was not sure I could last without masturbating, I knew the consequences of having an unauthorized orgasm, I was between a rock and a hard place, with still a day to go before the weekend, and there was no guarantee I would get a release then.


            Being in the kink community for the length of time we had, we had seen a lot of different fetishes, one being men in chastity devices, where their owners locked up their cocks in plastic or metal cages, and kept the keys so they couldn’t touch themselves, let alone actually have sex or masturbate. We had never gone there, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to bring that subject up. The old saying of be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. At least now I could actually touch my cock. It was something I needed to think about, it would certainly remove the temptation to masturbate. Thinking about it got me hard in my pants, masturbating-not the chastity thing, although that would be another symbol of my submission. Some of the Doms we knew wore the keys as jewelry, always visible to the locked-up sub, another type of frustration. 


            Typing in male chastity devices into the search engine I was surprised how many results came back, wow a variety of spoils. Reviewing several sites and different manufacturers, some looked downright medieval, others futuristic. One in particular caught my attention, Oxy-Shop, they had a broad selection, enough to satisfy the beginner or the more experienced. Oh well thoughts for another day. Managing to restrain myself from committing the crime of masturbating again.

Friday night finally came around. Less chance of me giving in over a weekend as Mistress Angela was always around. Mistress Angela had said it had been a tough week and was looking forward to a relaxing weekend.  A light easy dinner had her relaxing in front of the television with a glass of wine. Offering a neck rub, which she accepted.


 Halfway through she said, “Please stop. As nice as this is, I think I need more than neck rub, prepare for a full massage. I will be up when I have finished my wine.”

             “Yes Mistress.”

             “Rick I know you have been frustrated, and this week particularly. I haven’t forgotten you, and I trust you have not done anything to betray my trust in you?”

            “No Mistress, I haven’t, I must admit this week was very hard, and I have been tempted, but I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

             “Thank you for that, we will discuss some arrangements over the weekend to assist you with that issue.”

             “As you wish Mistress. With your permission I will go and set up the massage table.”

            “Granted.” Was all she said.


I left her, the thought and thrill of seeing her naked and the delight of touching her, had already aroused me. Being in my usual uniform of nude, my cock had no resistance to rising up hard and standing out in front of me, throbbing and bouncing as I quickly made my way upstairs.


            Reaching the spare bedroom, first I lit the candles to give the room a gentle soothing fragrance. While the scent started to waft around the bedroom, I fetched the massage sheet we used to protect the table we used for massages, putting the sheet over the padded top, Mistress would have soft layers to lie on.  The main light was dimmed to a soft twilight, draping sheer red cloths over the two other lamps added a warm glow to the room. Lastly I took out the container which had all the massage oils and creams, I chose a rich smooth exotic cream.  A bowl filled with hot water, I put the container of cream to warm, but not melt. Starting a cd of ambient sounds to complete the relaxing atmosphere. My final act was to kneel by the side of the table facing the door, knees apart, head down with my hands, palms up resting lightly on my thighs-waiting for her, waiting to serve, wanting to make her feel better. Lost in thought, I became aware of her entering the room.


She placed gentle hand on my head saying, in a quiet warm enticing voice, “You may undress me.” She didn’t need to warn me that touching was ok, groping was not.

             “Thank you Mistress,”

             Standing I faced her starting with her work shirt. I eased it out of her skirt, and then unbuttoned it from the neck down. Having done this so many times, my fingers no longer trembled, though it still turned me on, I could again feel my cock rise and harden to rigidity. So I didn’t touch her by my aroused member, I stood back, removing any risk of getting pre-come on her clothes.

            Button by button I worked my way down the shirt front, each button revealing more of her lingerie and her beautiful body, the shirt hung open, I could see her cleavage, breasts nestled in her bra. Removing the cufflinks from each wrist, I slipped her shirt off her shoulders, as I did she sighed, her shoulders lightened I had removed her daily armor. As I put the shirt away, I saw her eyes were closed, she looked so beautiful, I wanted to just stare at her, drink her in, the soft rise and fall of her breasts mesmerized me for a moment.


             Quickly I returned to my task. Carefully without pulling, the skirt was unfastened the zip easily slid down. She stepped out, I held her hand, her eyes still closed, the skirt joined the shirt, she stood there in her lingerie, her mind drifting. Her bra unsnapped and loose, I moved the shoulder straps and let the bra fall forward, away from her full firm tits, aureole crinkly like loved wrapping paper, nipples hard and pointed. I never tired of seeing her body, there was always something new to discover, even the way her bra left lines and marked her flesh.


            Kneeling in front of her, eye level with the garter belt holding up her stockings, I undid each leg in turn, letting the stockings slide naturally down her legs, the garter belt removed, only her panties left. My breathing was shallow, becoming more rapid. How I loved this woman with all my being. Taking her right hand I placed it on my head, she balanced herself as I gently lifted her left leg and removed her shoe and stocking, the touch of her skin, warm and sensuous like marble come to life, then her right leg. Gently as I was able I eased her panties down her legs when they fell loose, her mound revealed, I wanted so much to bury my face in that luscious haven, but this was not about me. I released the panties and Mistress stepped out of them and said in a dreamy voice.

             “Rick you did well, please continue.” I took her hand easing her to the table her thigh touching the edge, she knew where she was. Mistress moved on to the table with feline grace, making herself comfortable.


             Retrieving the massage cream, I checked to make sure it was at the correct temperature. Mistress’s shoulders were hard, and her neck muscles felt tight.  As I worked I felt her body change under my fingers, slowly she melted into the relaxation. The scent and the ambient music contributing to the safe cocoon like effect of the room. The cream was worked into her luminous skin, kneading gently to loosen the tight muscles. Satisfied her shoulder and neck muscles had loosened, I moved to Mistress’s hands and arms, slowly working up the arm to her shoulder on each side.


            Always having one hand on her body, to orient her to my position and maintain our connection. I moved to her feet, I used my thumbs on the soles of her feet, pushing harder, I heard her moan in pleasure. Each leg worked individually, her calves were tight, slowly they gave way to softness, her upper legs were relaxed by the time I reached them. Moving further up until her tight rounded ass was under my hands. Pushing and kneading the giving flesh, I was still hard, I couldn’t help it, she turned me on so easily. The warmed cream spread easily across her back, a defined back, broad and well-muscled without being heavy. The muscles now felt softer. Aware and careful not to touch her with my erection as I moved around her somnambulant body. Finishing up her back with a round of deeper pressure on her shoulders and neck, my hands slid over the smooth skin.


            Mistress felt good under my hands. It pleased me that I could help her relax, even if it was a sweet torture for me, seeing her nude, and not being able to do anything I was not instructed to do, and this was just her back. Knowing I would be even more aroused when Mistress turned over for her front to be tended to, and that was now.


            Gently I whispered in her ear she needed to turn over. Sleepily she complied and hovered between awareness and unconsciousness. She looked like a sleeping goddess, hair spread over the top of the table, surrounded her head as a halo of fire, red not gold. Mistress’s face serene, floating, with a hint of a smile on her lips. Her breasts firm and heavy, nipples flat against the smooth surprisingly dark aureoles, no arousal yet. Hoping that would come later depending on her mood. Her arms easily finished, with more low moans from her. Legs, from foot to thigh, I dug in deeper, my thumbs sliding up the defined muscle, eliciting louder groans of pleasure. Avoiding her mound of Venus, topped with her flaming bush, over her tight abdomen, I gently smoothed cream over her skin, not massaging just smoothing.


            Standing at her head with more cream in my hands, I took one breast in each hand, this was not to relax muscles, it was purely for her pleasure, Mistress loved having her breasts squeezed, stroked, and kneaded, her nipples attended to. An increase in her breathing, and the low moans became louder and deeper, I saw and felt her aureole shrink into crinkled discs, her nipples harden as my erection had. Mistress was starting to writhe on the table her eyes shut, her whole being focused on the waves of pleasure her breasts were sending throughout her body.

She said, “Enough Rick, you have one duty left.”

Moving to the foot of the table I knew what it would be. Mistress raised her legs and eased herself down the table, she spread her legs. I could see her pussy lips were glistening with wetness. An involuntary moan escaped me.

Between her legs I knelt, burying my face in her delicious haven. Mistress dropped her legs over my back trapping me against her cunt. Licking her was the pleasure I would get in serving her, this was her orgasm. Having had much practice, I set to work with my tongue, what she liked and how to bring her to her nirvana, was like second nature to me. Mistress moved under me, the pressure of her legs forcing me forward, her thighs trapping my head from each side, I manipulated her clit with my tongue, hard, sharp and pointed, soft, flat and wide, I teased her labia, inserted my tongue as far as I could into her slit, she liked variations in sensation, allowing her body to enjoy all the differences, she was wet and ready for me, starting with her neither lips, sucking and nipping, feeling them engorge.


 She responded to my manipulations with her legs trapping me hard against her, I had to move, or I would suffocate, moving just enough to catch a breath and continue lapping up her juices, the fragrance and taste of her made me shudder, I wanted to come so badly, knowing my duty was to satisfy her.

            Mistress began to move more disjointedly, I kept my face buried in her sopping wet temple, she tensed and relaxed her legs on me, I stayed on her clit, it hardened to a tiny dick, that was now my only focus. Not being allowed to use my hands on her, only my tongue I worked as my life depended on it, forcing my tongue into a point I flicked her clit, building from slow and deliberate to a lighter rapid flicking motion, this had the result of her starting to buck against me, rubbing her drenched pussy on my face, my chin and nose were soaked and I struggled to keep my tongue in place.

            Her body gathered power, like a clock spring winding. Mistress seemed to be sinking in on herself, I knew her orgasm would not be far off now, continuing to work her clit, she rose to the point of no return, she seized me in a death grip, thighs squeezing against either side of my head and her lower legs forcing me into her sopping cunt.

Here it was, I felt her body release a millisecond before she shouted, “Stick your tongue in me.”


As I did I was engulfed as she squirted directly into my mouth.  Swallowing as quickly as I could, Mistress pulled back in ecstasy, a second flood hit me directly in the face as she drenched me. Her flood of juices running down my face onto my neck and chest. A third not so powerful jet hit me, again in the face and ran down my body. Mistress had slumped back on the table, drained, in a relaxed euphoric exhaustion.


            Mistress’s orgasm was in a way my release. Not physically, my cock was erect, and needing to squirt two weeks-worth of cuminside I knew I had served, and I had pleased her.  I remembered the first time it took me by surprise, it was a feeling I had never had before, a mixture of contentment that I had served, satisfaction of serving well, frustration that I could not come, and most of all I knew this was where I wanted and needed to be, on my knees doing whatever she wanted me to do. I had never regretted submitting to her, now each time I served her, that feeling washed over me again. Kneeling quietly at the side of the table, I waited until Mistress recovered and gave me instructions for after I had cleaned up.

She came around and slowly sat up dreamily, saying. “Thank you, that was excellent as usual, I am going to bed, join me when you have cleaned up in here.”

             “Thank you Mistress.” I said and held out my hand for her to take, taking it, she raised herself up and swung her legs gracefully over the side of the table, standing for a moment before she walked off to the Mistress bedroom. Swiftly cleaning up, I followed her into her bedroom suite. I washed myself down and climbed into bed next to the one I loved, hopefully ready for whatever the morrow would bring.

 

Chapter two: A Day of preparation.

 

            Waking early, I made sure I had not missed anything cleaning up the previous night-I hadn’t and went down to prepare breakfast. Laying the table I heard Mistress Angela coming down stairs, greeting her in the kitchen with a lowered gaze she smiled, raising my head to look at me, she kissed me good morning and said.

            “You were wonderful last night, you really do know which buttons to lick, the feeling was joyous.”

Praise indeed I felt light and said. “Thank you Mistress, I serve as best I can.”


It was then I noticed she had been holding something in her hand, a set of ankle cuffs joined by a short chain. She noticed my surprise.

            “Don’t worry Rick, this is not a punishment, I just want you to be aware of your position all day, you will be wearing your collar as well.” She handed me the cuffs and collar for me to put on and lock in place. “I know it’s unusual for me to have you restrained all day, but today is going to be one of surprises, and I want you in the right frame of mind.”

What could I say but, “Of course, as you wish Mistress.”

            “Now to breakfast please.”

            Serving her breakfast, I wondered what surprises would be in store. It was sure to be something that pleased her, and no doubt stretched me as promised. Nothing I could do except wait and wonder, knowing that I was loved I trusted her implicitly. Breakfast done I started with my list of chores, nothing I hadn’t done many times over, cleaning, laundry, making the bed and basically being her janitor, maid and general servant of the house. Working in the ankle chains and collar slowed me down, not so much as to make it difficult to work, but enough to make me aware, as Mistress wanted of my position, it was more in my head than physical.


            Working toward lunch, Mistress found me in the garage putting in another load of laundry.

She said, “I am going out, be ready to bathe me on my return.”

             “Yes Mistress.’ And with that, I was left alone in the house, naked, collared and chained.

            The list of chores shortened, and as I came close to the end, I heard Mistress return. She drove directly into the garage, and as she entered the house I was ready to greet her, facing her on my knees, legs spread, head bowed.

            “Hello Rick, have you been a good submissive today?”

            “I believe so Mistress.”

            “Have you finished your chores?”

            “Not quite Mistress, only clothes folding left, and clearing everything up.”

            “You made progress, excellent. I need you to unload the car. You can finish up everything else once you have bathed me and I am getting ready for tonight’s fun-hop to it.”

           

 With a clap of her hands, I went into the garage to unload the car. There were a number of bags, a large one from a gourmet store, with enough food in it for two, I wondered what the celebration was, it was neither of our birthdays or any significant event date, oh well I would find out soon enough, wine bottles rattled in another, tonight was looking up. The last few packages were all form the local Kink store, where we had purchased a number of our, or should I say Mistress’s toys. I was curious as to what she had purchased, and anxious to see the items, I was sure I would regret my curiosity later, in a good way.


            Putting the food away first, I chilled the white wine, and took the toy packages up to the spare bedroom we sometimes used as a playroom, laying them out still wrapped in a line on top of the dresser we used to store all Mistress’s toys.

I joined Mistress in the lounge and said, “I have finished unloading the car and would you like me to run the bath now?”

            “Yes” was all she said.

            Mistress followed me up to the Mistress suite, I entered the bathroom and turned the tap on to hot, Mistress liked to soak in hot water, first she would shower, then she would soak.   Preparing the shower and bath I pottered about waiting for Mistress Angela. I knelt and waiting to see if she wanted me to undress her-not tonight, I heard her swishing about, just dropping the clothes on the floor for me to attend to later.


            She entered the bathroom wearing a satin robe. I could see her nipples standing proud, and making the satin mountains shimmer as the light struck them, my erection was immediate and obvious.

Mistress noticed and chuckled saying. “Very nice reaction Rick.” Cryptically she said, “You are going to need that later.”

She tossed the keys to my collar and cuffs to me. I relieved myself of the bondage and was ready to wash my Mistress. The shower was at the correct temperature, she had me enter the shower to test the water.


            “The water is correct.” She shrugged her robe off and stood there naked in all her glory, I would never tire of seeing her body, nor would it fail to arouse me. She stood under the drenching water, I soaped up the sponge and handed it to her, she shook her head.

            “You may wash me tonight, be careful not to enjoy yourself too much.”

            I was speechless, rarely did she allow me to actually wash her, tentatively I started washing her, gently in adoration I washed my Mistress from shoulders to feet, using the sponge and wash cloths, I could not actually feel her as I would have wished, and I did not linger on her breasts or pussy. What I wanted to do, was suck on her nipple while I squeezed and fondled the other tit or bury my face in her pussy as I had at her command last night. Keeping my erection hard and jutting-all forbidden fruit unless instructed. Mistress was clean, using the handheld shower while she stood under the rain shower head I removed all traces of soap.


            I said.  “Mistress you are ready for your soak.”

            She nodded and stepped out of the shower and into the deep tub. I quickly showered, rinsed off and took a towel to dry myself, so I would be ready to receive Mistress when she was done with her soak. Getting ready was easy, dry off putting my collar and cuffs back on, walking back through the bedroom I notice that there was a second set of cuffs, for my wrists, it was going to be an interesting evening. Attaching my wrist cuffs and locking them in place I waited to be called to dry Mistress Angela and prepare her for the night’s events.


The time passed slowly, it always does when I am waiting for Mistress, my mind wanders and wonders how far we will go on this adventurous journey, sometimes I wish she was stricter with me. Other times I am just happy we found each other. I am not a brat and never deliberately mess up so I will be punished. To be honest I don’t like being punished, but it comes with the territory. Accepting the punishment, knowing whatever form it takes will be within the bounds of what we had negotiated and consented to.

            Mistress was ready. I held up a bath sheet and carefully wrapped her in its warm folds. Surprisingly she said.

            “You can leave me. Lay the table for two places, and start to prepare the dinner, I will be down shortly.”

            This was not the usual way things were done, silently I nodded and left her to dry and dress. Taking no time to lay the table, precisely placing the cutlery and plates, glasses, and the candles, candles lit. The food she had bought was a four course meal-a treat indeed, I couldn’t wait for her to start the evening. Separating the different packages, I put them in dishes to heat as necessary. In one I found three slices of pizza, I thought that odd but let it pass. The oven on and everything ready to go in order.

            Mistress came into the kitchen looking radiant from her soak, hair piled high on her head, with tendrils and wisps framing her face. A Victorian choker encircled her throat, a jewel green open cup bra, supporting and pushing up her full tits. Nipples already hard, centered in her dark aroused aureole. A waist nipped in with a matching corset, tight and defining, opening to her hips, her mound of Venus covered by a skimp of silk, garters leading my eyes down to her figured stockings, her feet encased in electric green patent pumps, all covered and revealed by a sheer silk pale green peignoir. My eyes had to have been on stalks, she looked a vision. I dropped to my knees speechless. I don’t think I had ever seen her looking so ethereal.

 

 

Chapter three: Dinner is served

 

            Mistress Angela told me to stand so she could inspect me and my work. First checking that my locks were secure-they were, then checking the dining room table and my food preparation.

             “You have done well, keep it up.” As she finished speaking, as if deliberately timed the doorbell chimed. The look on my face caused a deep chuckle from Mistress Angela.

     “Well, what are you waiting for, you need to answer the door Rick. Remember your position.”

Not dressed for it! Neither was I. Starting to shake, I thought this was different to playing in private, or public, this was answering the door to let the outside world in.


She continued, “Get on with it, my dinner guest has arrived, and it is not polite to keep them waiting on the doorstep.”

Dinner guest, oh how wrong I was, I had expected it to be dinner for the two of us, what else was I mistaken about. Moving as if in a dream, I tried to make my mind work. Ok, the way she was dressed, and it was her guest, they had to be kink aware, that was reassuring. Mistress said she was going to push me, well she had made a good start. Reaching the front door I stood tall, took a deep breath and opened the door, naked except for my collar, cuffs and chains.

            A person in a floor length cloak, hood pulled up covering most of the face. They looked up, it was a woman. I don’t know why-relief flooded me, being so subjugated in front of another male would have been more humiliation than I could have borne, I think.

            She swept passed me pulling a roller bag behind her. She left it in front of me as she went in to greet Mistress Angela. I pulled the case further in, closed the door and followed her into the house. My Mistress greeted the newcomer with open arms. Even with her heels the guest was shorter than my Mistress, they kissed cheek to cheek.

            Mistress said to her. “This is my submissive Rick. He will be serving us tonight.” And to me she said. “Take Mistress Delia’s cloak.”

At least I had a name, I began to accept the situation more comfortably. As I approached her she undid the clasp at her throat and shrugged her shoulders, making the cloak fall from her, I caught it as it was falling, that brought a smile from Mistress Angela.

Respectfully I asked. “Mistress, where would you like me to put the case?”

            “In the hall for now, we will get to that later.” Turning to Mistress Delia she asked her. “No issues with the item I asked you to obtain.”

Mistress Delia responded, “No issues whatsoever. Arrived as promised. I can’t wait to see it in action.”

I had a feeling this evening was not going to go as I had expected. Mistress Angela looked at me-I hurried to put the case in the hall. They had gone into the lounge and were seated in the two armchairs. This was the first chance I had to get a good look at Mistress Delia.

            Golden blond hair pulled up in a tight ponytail and clipped into a loop on top of her head. Her make up made her face glow, not the stereotypical severe Domme makeup, this made her face luminescent, almost an inner glow. Long chandelier earrings, which grazed her shoulders every time she moved her head.

Her top was soft scarlet colored leather that had been punched and cut out to form a leather lace, it covered and revealed her, tied at the waist over a matching satin corset, her lower half covered in a long wrap skirt, a rich scarlet and black brocade fabric. I assumed that she was wearing stockings although I couldn’t be sure, her leg was mostly covered by the skirt. Red patent pumps finished her ensemble, her whole look was haughty and polished.


The two women looked beautifully intimidating, perhaps because this was CFnm situation. I felt small, like I was shrinking, I knew my cock was not. Anxious about what was going to happen tonight.

My Mistress said. “You may serve us wine and announce when dinner is ready. You will not disturb us until then, we have to catch up.”

            “Yes Mistress.” Was all I could say.

The wine served as instructed and I returned to the kitchen. Their voices carried into the kitchen, the two of them talking and laughing. Dinner was not difficult to prepare, but I did have to keep an eye on it, to make sure it was perfect. I wondered what I would be allowed to have for dinner-remembering the pizza slices, hoping I would at least be allowed to eat that. The aroma of the food was making me hungry.

            During the dinner preparations, I had time to think about the situation, my wife and Mistress loved me, that I was sure of. We had discussed and agreed hard limits, I knew she would protect me even if she was stretching me. This would be a test, one she was sure I could cope with, or she would not be doing it, she would never break consent. I had to look on it as an adventure in pleasing her. I was after all her voluntary, willing submissive. Thinking about it made me hard, I would show Mistress Delia how well a submissive could serve his Mistress.

            Dinner was ready. Seating each in turn at the table, I delivered the appetizer of stuffed dates, and olives, with fresh Italian bread, and truffle infused olive oil for dipping. My stomach was rumbling and my cock still half erect which did bring a comment from Mistress Delia.

             “Your submissive is appropriately attired and seems to show his appreciation for his situation, with his cock.”

My Mistress replied with. “I have kept him chaste for a couple of weeks, so his physical responses tonight should be prompt and proper.”


They both laughed at my predicament, enjoying my discomfort at their comments as I refilled their wine glasses. I stood back from the table and waited silently while they ate. Mistress indicated they were finished. Clearing the plates I replaced them with shrimp salads quickly followed with sea food ravioli in a light cream sauce. I asked if the Mistress’s would like fresh parmesan, both accepted, as I stood back my Mistress said.

             “Rick you may cut up two slices of pizza into small pieces, put them in the bowl I left out for you, and eat on the floor so we can see you, and no you cannot use your hands to feed yourself. Enjoy your dinner, oh and don’t make too much noise, it will disturb us.”

            “Thank you Mistress.” 


Fuck, she had never made me eat on the floor before. She had fed me on my knees or allowed me to eat after her. This was new and humiliating, to be fed like a chained animal, I guess I was lucky to be eating at all tonight. I prepared the pizza, put it in the bowl and placed it on the floor where both women could see me kneel and stick my head in the bowl to feed. The strange thing, humiliating as it was, it turned me on to be fed like this, my cock became engorged to fullness. As I ate I realized, humiliating as this was, it didn’t damage or hurt me.

My Mistress told Mistress Delia. “I could see from his face, when he brought in the food he thought he was going to have dinner with me, I guess he got stiffed.” That brought more laughter from both of them, which only increased.

When Mistress Delia said, “That’s not the only thing that got stiff.”


They both howled at that comment, and I felt the blood rush to my face in humiliation, it was like I was not even there, I was only for their convenience, which I was, and that realization turned me on. Oh, how I wanted to have a release, and if this is what it took, so be it. I knew I would do anything they demanded.

            Eating without hands is not easy, I did slurp and the ring on my collar chinked and tapped against the metal bowl. The Mistress’s were too busy laughing to be disturbed by me. Their entre was finished before I finished my bowl of pizza. I stood up and removed the plates. Mistress Delia goosed me hard on my ass cheek, my Mistress gave my ass a hearty slap as I walked away, it stung but not as much as the humiliation I felt inside as I and delivered desert, Cannoli’s with fresh berries. I was allowed to return to my food and continue to chase the pizza pieces around the bowl.

 

Chapter four: After dinner delight

 

            My Mistress and her guest said they would take coffee and after dinner drinks in the lounge. They left and I cleared up the table while they made themselves comfortable, I served Mistress Angela a Frangelico, Mistress Delia a Sambuca, they chatted while I made the expresso.

Bringing in the expresso, my Mistress said, “Rick please bring down the packages I purchased today.”

I collected the packages and returned to the living room. Mistress Delia had removed her skirt, I was right about the stockings, each held up with six garters per leg to her corset. She had also attached a dildo harness with dildo in place. I began to fear, I was going to be pegged, not something I overly enjoyed, but Mistress did, therefore I served a purpose. But by someone else with my Mistress as a witness that was a stretch. I had never used my safe word, and didn’t want to tonight, especially as Mistress had a guest.

Mistress handed me the keys to my wrist cuffs telling me. “Rick, re-chain your hands behind your back.”

            I complied. With my hands behind me I was vulnerable. I stood watching Mistress open all the packages, the first was a cock sheath in rubber, I knew where that was going. Next opened was a sturdy gag with a dildo holder in front, I knew where that fitted, the last package she opened contained a black velvet bag, it rattled but I had no idea what it was.

Mistress Delia did and she clapped her hands and laughed out loud saying. “You chose an excellent version, I hope I get to see his face.”

My mistress put all the toys aside and said to me. ‘Stand facing us we are going to have some fun.” My cock had responded of its own accord and was standing proud.

Mistress Delia said. ‘We will have to do some shrinkage on that member.”


My Mistress stood up and went into the kitchen, I heard the ice maker in the fridge clattering out cubes. She returned with a smile on her face and a baggie of ice in her hand. She held up the cock sheath and the clamped the ice to my dick and balls. I winced at the sudden cold even though I expected it. My cock lost its hardness, shrinking away from the cold.

Mistress Delia took the rubber sheath from my Mistress, lubing up the inside, she eased my deflated cock into the narrow opening. With two women playing with my cock and balls I was fighting the urge to get hard from their manipulations, and trying not to get hard due to the freezing cold of the ice. My balls were popped into the sheath one at a time by Mistress Delia as Mistress Angela held the narrow opening wider to assist her. Warming up my dick grew unassisted inside the rubber sheath, filling it. I looked down at the long translucent rubber cock in front of me, it wasn’t me, but it was, just a different me.


Mistress Angela’s next instructions for me were. ‘Face away from us kneeling, head down and ass in the air.”

Facing away from the two women on my knees I was anxious. I heard them tinkering with something they took from the case. Lube ran down the crack in my butt, a finger spread it and invaded my ass, here it comes I thought, no not yet it felt like a butt plug. Mistress Angela, I knew it was her by feel, eased the plug gently into my ass, retracting it, pushing it forward and back, each time a little further, encouraging me to relax, the plug felt huge, less so as I relaxed on to it, finally I pushed back against Mistress and it slid fully into me, filling me.

            “Well done.” She said.

             I was impaled on the plug. My next instruction was to stand. Mistress Delia attached two chains to my collar, lifted a flat tray in front of me and bucked a wide strap firmly behind me, I was now wearing a slave tray, I had heard of them but never seen one worn, it felt tight and stable.

Mistress Angela spoke directly to me, “You will be our table between us as we relax before the nights festivities really take off, I expect you to last as long as needed-do you understand?

            “Yes Mistress Angela, I understand.”

             “This will be a difficult test for you, I am not making it easy as you will find out, I have high expectations of you.”

            “I will do my best not to disappoint you Mistress.

“I know you will, that is a given. This is something different and will test you.”

             “Mistress I appreciate your faith in me.”


I was worried at what was going to happen, the tray didn’t seem that much of a test. I was backed up between the two armchairs. I felt the two women fixing things behind me a rod was screwed into the butt plug, and I was told to kneel down, but as high as I could go. I knelt and was as straight as I could go. The plug moved in me, as they moved the rod. They agreed it was the right height. I was told to sink down slowly, I did-suddenly I felt sharp points dig into each butt cheek.

Mistress said, “These are very sharp spikes, and if you do not remain tall on your knees you will impale your ass on these spikes, they are there to encourage you to remain tall.”

            Shit this was going to be torture, I was in good shape, but I didn’t know how long I could remain as she wished, without stabbing my own ass or shaking the submissive tray. Thick soft pads were placed under my knees and I was told to stay like that, I did have a little leeway to move the plug, and that was like fucking my own ass. I tried to focus on the two Mistress’s conversation. Which seemed to be mostly about what they would like to do to me, with me or on me tonight, my mind flitted all over the place. They then settled to watch a fetish movie, one that my Mistress had not shared with me, so Mistress Delia probably brought it with her.


Their wine glasses were placed on the submissive tray along with the empty liqueur glasses and coffee cups, six glasses in all, not heavy but delicate. To stop them sliding or falling I would have to remain as still as possible-this would be hard.

            She was right it was hard to maintain kneeling at height, I would concentrate, slowly I would lose focus and slide down, the plug moving deeper into my ass, only to be reminded quickly as the needle like spikes jabbed into my ass. I would move up again pulling on the plug as I moved away from the stinging points. I hoped Mistress would have pity on me.

            The action on the screen was having its effect on the two women, both Mistress’s breathing had changed, and the conversation had slowed to almost nothing.

Mistress Delia said, “I am so juicy, I need relief, and I would appreciate it now.”

Mistress Angela said, “I couldn’t agree more, let’s get Rick ready. I insist you go first. I will work the other end.”

Mistress Delia accepted and stood taking off her top, fully revealing the corset that covered her ample tits. She removed her dildo harness, sitting back down with her legs spread, her cunt open and wet. My mistress moaned a long slow moan, which I recognized as her putting one end of a dildo inside her, the other into harness she must have put on. One end inside her, the other, to end up inside me. I was removed from the fixture.


Mistress Angela controlled me with the rod attached to my butt plug, standing with assistance I was pushed into the kitchen with the butt plug in my ass. Mistress Angela took the glasses off the tray and removed the tray and moved me back into the lounge.

She guided me to my knees and pushed me in between Mistress Delia’s widespread legs, the rubber pads were placed under my knees. Was I expected to fuck her with the sheath? No, my face was guided into the honey pot of her pussy in front of me.

            Lube ran down my ass crack, the plug twisted, and I was instructed to push out. I did the plug popped out, my ass twitching as it tried to grip the missing plug, Mistress quickly replaced it with her dong. My face was in Mistress Delia’s sopping ready cunt. As soon as my face touched her, she trembled and moaned, splitting her lips with my tongue I invaded her, the last thing I heard was a sharp intake of breath as her legs clamped down on my head. I bucked forward as my Mistress slid home her dildo into my open well lubed ass.

            I was struck by the difference in Mistress Delia’s labia to Mistress Angela’s, all the same parts but the differences in size and texture. Mistress Delia flesh to my tongue felt coarser, Mistress Angela finer and smoother. Not all the same, but my job was the same, to bring pleasure to each of them. I was the implement that would bring them to the heights of pleasure. This was new to me, and it was humiliating to be a sex sandwich, required to lick a guest to orgasm, while my ass was filled with a dong, to bring my Mistress to her own orgasm. My cock of no use and not even recognizable as my own. All I could do was accept my place and perform as expected.


My ass was bumped, and I was forced deeper into the pussy I licked. Working her cunt, finding what she liked and responded to, always reminded that my ass was being reamed.

Without hands it was difficult to stay firm and attached to her pussy, I licked and nipped, playing with her clit, she was wet and enjoying every sensation. I drove my tongue into her as far as I could, this was a trigger for her each time I poked her, she bucked and gripped my head tighter. Then relaxing and moaning as I worked her labia, her thighs worked my head squeezing and releasing. I saw her hand reach up and pull her right breast out of the corset, she began to knead the soft flesh pulling on her nipple.


            As Mistress Delia released me I heard groans and moans coming from behind me, Mistress Angela was using my ass to move the fake cock inside her, working the end of the dildo inside her, to hit the spots she wanted. She slapped her harness against my ass, the dong filled me.

Being filled by her, I was hard inside the rubber sheath surrounding my own cock, the tightness felt good. This was sensory overload. My whole body was one giant sex organ. I was pushed back into the cunt in front of me, Mistress Delia’s juices were running down my chin, I could hear her moans increasing in volume. She would shudder and tighten, continuing to work my tongue on her, in her, and around her pussy she surprised me coming with a loud scream, and jerking herself up and down on my face, she collapsed away from me, spent.


            Almost falling forward, I was saved by being shoved forward by Mistress Angela, her harness was making my ass sore, more lube trickled down my ass, she had increased her pace, the dong moved in and out of me like a piston. Hoping she would climax soon, I could feel the pressure on my prostate, feeling I needed to pee, knowing I didn’t, and increasing my need to come, not enough to make it happen, just making my cock harder and increasing the pressure inside the sheath.

The dildo was starting to work its magic, Mistress Angela’s breathing changed, coming in short sharp breaths, with long exhalations, with one hand she gripped my hip, her nails digging into my flesh, with the other she took hold of the chain between my wrist cuffs, she was rutting me like I was at stud. She pounded me, fucked me like there was no tomorrow. Her intensity peaked and she let out a long loud moan as she came with one final push into me. She leaned forward resting herself on my back as the orgasmic waves subsided and her breathing returned to normal. I remained silent and still, luxuriating in the feeling of her open cup bra and full breasts on my back.


            My head still between Mistress Delia’s thighs, I was still fixed between the two women, frustrated and wanting my own release, but satisfied I had been used to their satisfaction. Now I had been used to satisfy another person, at the instruction of my Mistress. I knew there was no going back, I was a something for to her command, and I knew I would do whatever she wanted, my universe was expanding. This was a new realization for me that there was a whole world I-we had yet to experience, and I knew that this was only the first step.


            Little did I know, the night was not over, and I would be taking more steps whether I wanted to or not. Mistress Angela slowly came around and lifted herself off my back, she stretched and pulled out of me with a pop, my ass puckered and tried to grip what was no longer there.

She removed her harness, her end of the dong slid out easily, as it did she let out a quiet moan and said. “Rick you have done very well so far.”

So far! What else were they going to command me to do?. I volunteered, I consented, and I loved and trusted Mistress Angela. I was her property, and she could do what she desired within our limits. She had warned me she was testing me. Bring it on I would make her proud. She helped me to stand as my muscles were a little sore, nothing worse than I had been through before.

Mistress Delia complimented me, “Miss Angela, you have a gem in your Ricks mouth, I think you have given him plenty of practice, he is as good as my submissive with oral service, and that is a compliment.”

             “Thank you Miss Delia, I do enjoy his mouth. How about we have some refreshments and watch some more of the movie before we continue with the fun?”

             “Sounds good to me.”


I was standing there, how was I supposed to serve them with my hands fixed behind my back.

Mistress Angela answered that one for me saying, “Rick you stand there, do not move. I will take care of my guest this time.” Mistress disappeared and soon returned with two glasses of wine, I was moved to stand between them, so I could see the movie which had an arousing effect on me, not that it mattered to them. They sipped their drinks and continued watching the movie.

Mistress Angela hit the pause button after about twenty minutes, saying, “I think I am ready for round two.” Looking at Mistress Delia she asked, “How about you Miss Delia?”

Miss Delia responded positively.  Standing still I wondered what was in store for me, I found out quickly as Mistress Delia strapped her harness back on inserting a dildo that slipped easily into her still wet pussy, tightening the straps the dong looked massive and my ass tightened, at the thought of being invaded again so soon.

 

 

Chapter five: Repeat performance.


             The Mistress’s were switching places. I would again be the sex sandwich, to satisfy one at each end. This time would be easier for me; I knew what my Mistress liked and wanted when she had me go down on her. Soon they were ready. Mistress Angela sitting in her chair licking her lips in anticipation.

Mistress Delia dripping lube on my ass crack, I hoped she would be kind to my ass. My Mistress pointed to the floor and then her glistening slit, her labia engorged, waiting for my tongue. Kneeling, she gripped my head and brought me leaning into to the apex of her legs, face first to where she had orgasmed such a short time ago.

            Feeling the tip of Mistress Delia’s dildo nudge my hole, I tensed, which brought a stinging slap on my ass cheek, I relaxed a little, she pushed into me, I opened, she entered me and pushed in a little more, drew back, added more lube and pushed forward again, she eased herself into my ass with her dong, surprisingly and thankfully she was gentle in her possession of my ass.


As she pushed into me, I was pushed into the glorious slit in front of me. Already wet, my face was soon slippery with her sex. Starting slowly as my Mistress liked, I lapped and licked around her mound and the inside of her thighs, avoiding her clit. My ass was now fully filled I felt the ends of Mistress Delia’s garters striking my upper thighs and her harness against my ass. I was pushed into one Mistress and pulled onto the spike of the other, I see-sawed back and forth, a different motion from the previous usage of me.

            I knew I could bring my Mistress off quickly in her aroused state, and worked her, listening to her breathing as a guide, she was soon rising, working her clit and slit to the best effect. Her moans became more frequent and louder, her legs spread wider, she grabbed my head as she came. Ramming my face into her slit, I stuck my tongue as far into her as it would go, her muted scream vibrated through her body into mine, as she trapped my head between her thighs.

            Mistress Delia watching me bringing my Mistress to climax aroused her and drove her on. She was not so gentle now, her arousal taking over, bumping my ass at every entry, her garters were making and leaving an imprint on my sore thighs, her harness crashing into me, as if trying to push into the center of my being. The feeling of wanting to pee came and went as the dildo moved on and off my prostate, never staying in contact long enough to milk or drain me. Blue balls was an understatement, I would take a draining or a ruined orgasm over this.


Mistress Delia slowed her pace, and moved the dildo in me deliberately, using me to direct the other end of the dildo to the place that would trigger her own orgasm. Slow powerful movements pressing into me and into her. Feeling her legs against mine, she started to tremble, her orgasm crashed in on her, she bellowed out, shuddering against me, her orgasm subsided gradually giving way to shivers. She unceremoniously pulled out of me and sat down on the floor.

            Gently withdrawing my face from Mistress’s divine pussy, I turned to see Mistress Delia laying on her back her stiff dildo pointed lewdly into the air. My ass was sore from the double pounding it had taken. Sore as it was, I had not used my safe word, and I took solace that I had not embarrassed or failed my Mistress. The sight of their bodies, the sounds they uttered in ecstasy, the differing fragrances of their sex. I had never been so used in service, or so horney in need of my own release.

            Moving away from them I stood to one side, my rubber cock sticking out in front of me, unused. I assumed having two orgasms each, that would be the end of the night for me-wrong. Mistress Delia held out her hand, I went to her side, she gripped the chain between my wrists helping herself up and back into the armchair, her upper lip glistened with moisture from her effort in fucking me.

Mistress Angela said, “We need refreshments, a lemon sorbet?”

             “Yes Miss Angela that sounds delightful.” Returning quickly with the sorbet’s on a tray, a small spoon for each. Mistress Angela reseated herself. Having adjusted their clothing and now conversing.


Mistress Delia was saying, “Miss Angela, you have trained Rick well, he has taken a pounding and no complaints. I am not sure my submissive could so as well, and the evening is not yet over.”

My mistress smiled and looked at me with a smile saying. “Thank you Miss Delia, you are very kind, he is a work in progress, and I am only just starting to expand his horizons. In fact this is the first time we have included a third person to our playtime.”

            “No really, oh that is a surprise, and you honor me.”

            “Not at all, I couldn’t think of anyone I would rather have experienced this evening with. Although I am done for tonight, he knows just how to get me off with his tongue, he gets plenty of practice, I do enjoy his practice sessions. Please avail yourself of him if you need anything further.”

            “Miss Angela you are too kind, maybe I will, once we have finished the movie and our delicious sorbets, we will just have to wait and see how I feel.”

Again, they spoke as if I was not in the room, and of no consequence, which I guess I wasn’t. The movie was restarted. Standing as before, between the two of them, my cock hard in its rubber prison reminding me of my frustrated state. The movie was running and although my Mistress had said she was sated, I could see her hand slip between her legs and massage her still lubricated slit, she was doing enough to feel good, not orgasm. Mistress Delia had not put her tit back in her corset and was rubbing her breast and nipple, she was oblivious to anything but the scenes playing out in front of her on the screen, almost as if she was there in person. The movie played out and as the credits rolled Mistress Delia said.

            “Miss Angela, would you mind if I went one more round with your property?”

            “Not at all, feel free to use him as you will.” Mistress was so casual with her comments. I was concerned. She had never been so off hand with me. Was she so callous or testing me, I knew she loved me, but this was new, perhaps an indication of our future and my place in it.


Mistress Delia looked at me saying, “I want you to lie down on the floor in front of your owner, so she has somewhere to rest her feet.” Complying I lay down and my Mistress put her feet on my chest. “Good, now I am going to ride you, you need do nothing, this is about me. Miss Angela, do you think he could come in the rubber sheath?”

            “He may, he has not come in over two weeks, although the rubber is pretty thick and that should take away almost all sensation.”

             “True, here goes.” Mistress Delia straddled my hips facing me, from this position she appeared like a giant goddess, she had removed her harness bringing her pussy into open view. Slowly she sank down, squatting on my thighs, fondling my cock, using her finger to make it bounce up and down, I had not ever been so erotically tormented like I had this evening, I groaned at her treatment, that brought laughs from both women.


Moving up my body, she rose up, then descended on my stiff dick. I slid into her without resistance, and I couldn’t feel anything, no sensations. Heat was transmitted to my cock, encased in her warm body, nothing else, I saw her move but felt nothing in my rubber prison. She rose and descended, nothing, rose and descended. A little pulling on the rubber cock case nothing to stimulate me, I was inside a woman and could not feel it. With my hands cuffed behind me I could not touch her.

            Mistress Delia continued to slowly move up and down, she brought one hand to her mound and started to massage her clit. Her other hand to her still uncovered breast. In unison her hands and her body moved to pleasure herself. Again I was nothing but the tool for her enjoyment. Her head was held back, her breathing shallow and stuttering, I filled her cunt and that is all she needed from me. I could see my Mistress still pleasuring herself, in no hurry, just feeling good. Her eyes half shut watching me and my expressions.

            Mistress Delia stopped moving, I thought she had climaxed, no, resting, after a moment she started to move again, her breathing changed and this time I thought she would orgasm; riding my dick, her movements became more emphatic, her fingers quickened on her clit, she was getting to her orgasm and then she faded not quite beyond the point of no return. I was not sure how much more of this I could take.


 Mistress Delia stood up and said, “That was very nice, but I couldn’t quite get over the hump if you see what I mean. He is an excellent submissive Miss Angela, are you going to reward him for his service tonight?”

            “I will--if you think he deserves it.”

            “I do indeed think he does, especially with the present you have for him.”


Mistress has a present for me, my ears perked up at that. I had no idea she had planned a present for me, she was not usually very good at keeping secrets. Told to stand in front of and between them, they removed the cock sheath, my cock was back to being recognizable as mine.

Mistress Angela spoke directly to me, “Rick your reward is to be masturbated by Miss Delia onto my ass, which you will then consume to clean up.”

This was another first, I always cleaned up my own cum, but never before with my mouth. Mistress was pushing me tonight and hard, this was nothing that would hurt me or damage me, but it was humiliating. Not even allowed to jerk myself off, that was being done by another woman, how she wanted, not how I wanted or liked. Then to lick up my own cum from my Mistress’s ass, but I got to have a real orgasm, this was a high price to pay for that pleasure.


            Emotionally I was not sure what was happening. Why calmly accept the events of the night? I could have used my safe word and everything would have ceased immediately. A feeling of surrender came over me. It was if something trapped inside of me had been released. Doing whatever my Mistress asked, pleased her and a feeling of contentment washed over me.

My Mistress moved in front of me, knelt with her back to me, she spread her legs and rested on her elbows. I loved her body, her pale ass cheeks framed by her garters. Nudged, I moved between her legs, and shuffled forward, my stiff cock jutting out in front of me so ready to squirt my seed. Her final instructions were that I still had to beg for permission to come.


            Feeling my cock jerk slightly with every heartbeat, I wanted it to start. Mistress Delia dripped lube on my dick, taking it in her hand she spread the lube tantalizingly slowly all over the straining flesh, avoiding the purple head, I groaned, the teasing frustration was devilish heaven. She moved behind me, I could feel the edge of her corset and her warmth on my nude back. Her hand enclosed my throbbing cock and ever so slowly, she moved it up and down my length, still avoiding the head, it was exquisite torture. I was holding my breath and exhaling with groans and moans. Vaguely I heard laughter, so focused on the feeling between my legs, my balls were pulled up tight to my body, her other hand felt them, gently squeezing them, using her nails on my wrinkled sack. I was trying to make the feeling last as long as possible, I was reaching for paradise.


            Mistress Delia gradually increased the pace of her stroking, starting to cover my cocks head, it felt so good, the friction and the sliding. Involuntarily I started to thrust into the air, she increased the pressure on my cock and every time she stroked she pulled on the head of my cock, I was going to come, I screamed out.

             “Mistress I am begging, please may I come, please.” I was at the point of no return; I would not be able to stop form coming.

              “Yes, come on my ass Rick.”  As on demand, squirting a stream of my seed on her perfect ass, I left a long streak of cum on her right cheek. Again and again, I bucked as Mistress Delia pulled me in close to the ass in front of me and directed the cum over my Mistress’s ass, globs of creamy cum landed on both cheeks. She milked me until there was nothing left in me.

             Sternly Mistress Delia, said. “You know what to do, and make sure you do a very thorough job, I will be watching you carefully.”

Drained emotionally and physically, I was like putty in my Mistress’s hands. I leaned forward opening my mouth, licking her ass, lapping up the cum I had squirted only moments before. The thick salty cream was strange to my tongue, the taste not unpleasant, just new and different from anything I had tasted before. The act of cleaning her ass of cum, that was another humiliation. Working my way over her splattered cheeks, I made sure I cleaned every drop of cum from her flesh. Now I had ejaculated, bound on my knees, masturbated by someone else, and then to clean off my Mistress’s ass. I was subject to her wishes and whims, there was no going back, I had willingly taken steps tonight that led me deeper into submission, and I realized I felt good about it. I smiled at the realization I was where I was meant to be.


            My Mistress asked. “Miss Delia, did her do a good cleaning job?”

             “He did an excellent job, spotless, in fact I would recommend that you get him to rim you from time to time, he would probably like that, and if he doesn’t, does it really matter?” she said the last with a chuckle.

I was kind of out of it and not really aware of what was going on, I was on overload. Mistress Delia said it was getting late and she should probably go.

            Mistress Angela stood up and said.

            “That was a good start, and I am so glad you were able to share it with us, I enjoyed our evening. Are you ok to drive home?”

Mistress Delia replied, “I am not driving, my submissive is in the car waiting for me.”

Mistress Angela asked, “He has been out there all evening?”

             “Of course, I handcuffed him to the steering wheel.” She said with a laugh.

             “He was welcome to come in and be with us.”

             Mistress Delia replied. “No, he wasn’t, he had not delivered up to expectations in several areas, so no he did not deserve to be in our company tonight. Thank you for your offer, maybe next time-depending on his behavior.”

            “As you wish, he is yours after all.” My Mistress told me to remain on my knees while she got Miss Delia’s cape. Mistress Delia redressed herself in her top and skirt. My Mistress helped her with the cape. The roller case that had contained some of the toys and her harness was closed. The two Mistress’s air kissed.

            Mistress Delia patted my head as she left saying, “I hope you enjoy your present.”

 

Chapter Six: The present

 

     On my own in the silence of the house, I tried to absorb all that had happened during the evening. Hearing the front door close I looked up to see my Mistress smiling a big smile.

            She said. “Time for your present, you would have gotten this whatever happened.”

I was curious, my wife and Mistress was notorious for not being able to keep secrets about presents, so I was really curious.

             “First we must clean you up.”

            I said. “Release me and I can do that Mistress.” She smiled and said

            “Not this time Rick.”

            

That caused me to pause, what was the present going to be? Perhaps my assumptions about the present were like those about dinner-wrong. Mistress quickly used cleansing wipes to clean up my now shrunken dick, making sure she wiped everything down thoroughly. She moisturized my entire genital area, cock, balls and where my pubic hair used to be, once satisfied she picked up the velvet bag, and dangled it in front of me.

She said. “I saw the research you had been doing and thought it was a good idea, for both of us.”

 Intrigued, I didn’t remember what research I had done that would interest her. I had been so busy with my consulting work and serving Mistress Angela  I hardly had time for anything additional. She rattled the bag again, whatever was inside made a metallic sound, a metal collar for me to wear. I was getting excited about what it was she had bought for me-us.

Smiling she continued, “This will be for us both, me and you.”


With that she undid the string which closed the bag, opened the bag wide and put her hand in, her face had a big grin as she pulled her hand out. My eyes were glued to the bag and what she was bringing out. Oh shit, I recognized it immediately, and remembered my research when I was so horney and frustrated at not coming.

            “That’s right-a cock cage, or more precisely a cage for the cock that I own. Does it excite you to know that I will be the one who decides when, where, how and if you will come. I can see it does, you men, you all think with your dicks. You are filling up nicely, but that could be a problem getting this on you, more ice I think. Rick, do you consent to wear this for us?”  

She left to refill the baggie that had been used earlier to deflate my cock. What the hell did I wish for, cos I had just gotten it, and no escape, and worst of all it was arousing me the thought that I would not even be able to touch my own cock, or as Mistress had said, her cock. On her return Mistress had brought some Q-tips and moved the bottle of lube so recently used on my cock to masturbate me so it was close to her.

            She asked. “Nothing to say? I do need an answer Rick?”

     What was there to say. How could I refuse her, I could, but why would I, this was still within the bounds of our negotiated limits.

            “No Mistress, I would rather not have my cock locked away, but if that is what you wish then, I consent to wear the cage.”

Replying she said. “I was hoping you would be amenable to my wish. However, you did make a grammatical error, it’s NOT your cock its mine, you are mine, all of you is all mine, please do not forget that.” She laid out all the different pieces. “We may have to try different size back rings, I want you to be comfortable, I don’t want to stop you having erections, just not be able to do anything about them, until I say so.”


She slipped the hinged back ring behind my cock and balls. At the thought of my cock being locked up I had deflated almost down to my flaccid size. It was odd the thought of her being in control of my orgasms was a turn on, but the thought of my dick being locked up had the opposite effect.


            Lubing up my cock she eased the metal cage over it, using the Q-tips to poke and prod my cock into the cage, pushing the cage up to the back ring.

“How does it feel, anything pinching?”

“No Mistress, just a strange feeling.”

“You will get used to it pretty quickly, as long as there are no issues. If there is anything pinching, painful, or you get sore, you will tell me immediately-you understand?”

“Yes Mistress, I understand.”

“Good.”

She had been holding the two pieces together with her hand, now she held a key in her hand, with what looked like a large brass pin on the end. Showing it to me she explained that this chastity cage had an integrated lock, rather than an external one. She slipped it into the back ring through the cage and into the other side of the back ring, turned the key and I was locked. The whole chastity device felt snug, and not uncomfortable.


My-her cock was locked up at her mercy and desires. That thought went immediately to my cock and it started to fill, it grew and filled the metal cage, it was not uncomfortable, just restrained in its metal prison. I could see the cock trying to escape through the slots along the length of the cage. This felt different from the pressure of the rubber sheath that had earlier enclosed my manhood, more open yet more confining, trapped.

The final act of receiving my present was to see her put a thin chain around her neck and the key dangle enticingly between her tits, my eyes were drawn directly to the key-she noticed and giggled like a young girl.

            “I think I am going to like being the keeper of the keys. One will be hidden in the house-for emergencies only. This one I think I will turn into a piece of jewelry, for you to see and admire on a daily basis.”

Subdued I said, “Thank you Mistress for my present. Is it that you don’t trust me?

“No, not at all, but this removes any temptation and adds to my control.”

 “Mistress, I hope I can live up to your expectations.”

            “Rick don’t be so sad. I will let you out, for cleaning and relief.  Of course, I trust you, this is just a guarantee you won’t give in to temptation, and besides I like the idea of being physically in control of your orgasms. This is another level of my control and your submission. We will adjust the ring size until we find the optimum size, for long term wear, so you can wear it indefinitely.”

     “Mistress indefinitely?  When will I be allowed out and have a release?”

     “Yes Rick, you will be allowed out at my discretion, and have the occasional release. Of course, you will be ready whenever I want you inside me. Down the road after we see how this works out, I may get you pierced, so the chastity device is even more secure. However, that is a conversation and negotiation we will need to research thoroughly at a later date. Let’s get you out of those cuffs and go to bed.”


Mistress unlocked one of my cuffs and gave me the keys to release myself from the rest of the restraints. The key to my collar was not included.

I asked Mistress, “Mistress my collar key is not on the ring tonight?”

            “No Rick, I want you to sleep in it tonight, your submission is going to be reinforced in many ways, starting tonight.”

            I released myself from the rest of my bonds, finished clearing up the lounge, leaving everything else until the morning. Slowly I made my way upstairs thinking about all what had happened tonight, and in a way anticipating and dreading what was going to come my way in the future.

 Mistress Angela was definitely making a statement. Our dominant and submissive roles were going to be more separated, defined, and become deeper embedded in life.

            The new weight around my cock was disconcerting, with every step the weight moved, reminding me of my predicament, and making me hard inside the metal cage. I guess I would get used to it over time. Mistress was already in bed when I came out of the bathroom, she patted the bed next to her, I slipped in between the covers next to her.

            She said, “Rick I am so proud of you, I wasn’t sure if you would be able to do everything I wanted you to do tonight. Not a murmur, no safe word, you are a hero to me, and I love you.”

 As she said this Mistress Angela moved closer to me and we cuddled. Her hand landed on my cage, which she jiggled.

            “Thank you Mistress, I wasn’t sure I could manage it, the thought of pleasing you kept me going, I was worried at different times, but relied on the fact you love me, and would not let any harm come to me.”

             “No harm ever Rick. I loved you from the start, in vanilla land and all the way to here and going forward. We are two different sides of the same kinky coin. You are mine forever.”

     “I love you Mistress Angela.” As she turned out her light she said.

     “I think tomorrow, I will have breakfast in bed.”     


Writer: Richard Albion lives in Sarasota Florida. He is a European melting pot, writer of erotic romantic kink adventure novels, talented cook, clothing designer and visual artist.


Five bookes are self published on Amazon under Richard Albion, writer's name. They should all be available as e-books or traditional hard copy paperbacks.

The first three were a trilogy:

"Maid to Serve", "Maid in Service", "Maid for Service" One man's journey into submission

Next was a gender flip on the Story of O. "The Mistress of O", with O being male, set in current times in London and England with a happier ending than the original..

Then "Waiting on Siren" Different scenario of finding joy in Fem Dom submission.

Three novels have been picked up by The Wild Rose Press. Also available on Amazon


"Bodies in the Bay", and "Bodies on the Bridge". Mystery Noir thrillers set in San Francisco, with a nod to the thirties and forties works of Dashiel Hammet and Raymond Chandler. Kink focused, set in reality. A third novel "Bodies in the Park".almost finished. Same characters in all three.


Lastly "Secrets unveiled" A mystery thriller set in London and Paris, kinkless with a healthy dose of adventure and vanilla sex.