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He didn’t hear us, as we arrived home. Didn’t hear the door close. Didn’t hear the floorboard creak, as we walked along the hall. He was immersed in his own little world, a world of his fantasy. His face was rapt, lit by the glow of his computer. I knew what he was watching. It was what he always watched. He held his cock in his right hand, slowly stroking it, as in front of him a black ball fucked the little white wife.
He saw us then, too late. He’d been caught.
“Really Chris, wanking again, and I suppose there’ll be nothing left for me. What a waste,” I said.
He blushed. Embarrassment. I liked that. Liked that he was embarrassed. It excited me, my nipples hardened, and my breath became a little short.
His cock was so hard, rigid. Veined. Purple headed, he was close to cumming. Very close. I reached over, and gripped it. Gripped it hard, my red nails digging into its shaft. I felt it twitch, switched my grip, and pinched it hard behind the glands. The erection subsided, his orgasm lost. She was beside me now, he hadn’t seen her. He did now, as she slammed the pack of frozen peas, straight from the freezer, between his legs, smothering his cock, his balls. He groaned from the pain caused by the impact of the peas. She held them there, as his cock, and balls shrivelled from the cold. And cold they were, I’d turned the freezer temperature to minimum two days before. He looked up, confused. Confused that his wife held him, as her best friend held the freezing packet against his cock, against his balls. More embarrassment, which turned me on, even more. On the screen in front of him, a slut called Julie fucked a monster sized cock, a huge black cock.
We kept him there for ten minutes, as all life between his legs was frozen. She took the packet away. His cock looked……..pathetic. I slipped the ring around his cock, under his balls, it was a tight fit, even in his current state. I wondered if I should have brought a larger size. I didn’t wonder long. I sipped his little cock into the plastic tube, then clipped them together. I snapped the padlock shut. It was done. The CB6000S chastity device was locked into place.
“From now on Chris, I will decide when you cum, or should I say, if. No longer will you pleasure yourself four or five times a day.” I told him.
He nodded, still shocked by the events which had overtaken him.
“If you behave, do as you are instructed, then I may reward you. Disobey, and that reward will be taken away. You do understand, don’t you?” I asked.
“I get it Gisela,” he said smiling.
“Chris, this is no game. This is real. You will call me Mistress. You will when we are at home be naked. You will serve me. If you serve me well, then in a month, I shall take your chastity device off, and reward you. Then replace it.” I said.
“Reward?” He asked.
“An orgasm. I will decide how you achieve that. But you will earn it!”
I watched as life began to return to his cock, his cock regained its normal flaccid size, only to be contained by the CB6000S, his flesh pushed against the clear plastic. I smiled. This was going to be fun. Well fun for me.
“I’d like a Martini,” I commanded.
“And I want a Gin and tonic,” Heidi said.
We watched him walk, now naked to fetch the drinks.
I kissed Heidi, as I heard him retuning. I held her close, my tongue in her yielding mouth, her hand squeezing my breast, making my nipple hard, painfully so. We stopped and looked at him, as he stood watching us. I saw him grimace, as his cock attempted to harden, but confined as it was, it was unable. The ring, tight around his ball sack, crushing any expansion, his cock tightly confined. The pain on his face obvious.
“The drinks slave, don’t just stand there,” Heidi instructed him.
We took our drinks.
“Now, you may stand in the corner, and watch us…………or does the kitchen need cleaning?” I asked.
Now I knew he wanted to stay. Wanted to watch me, and Heidi. It was one of his fantasies. One, he had so many. He was wrought with indecision. I lifted her skirt, revealing her sheer panties. He had, had a thing about Heidi for as long as I could remember. He walked, to the corner of the room, hands between his legs, as his balls were squeezed inside the ring.
“Oh Gisela this is going to be so much fun!” Heidi said.
Heidi stayed over. Slept in the guest bedroom. I spent a sleepless night beside my husband, as he tossed and turned, his cock locked away. The morning brought fresh agony, as his morning glory was denied.
I lay on my side, beside him, naked, one leg bent at the knee.
“Make me cum,” I said seductively. “With your tongue, darling.”
He hesitated.
“Make me cum, or do you want to stay locked in for five weeks, instead of the four?
He was soon between my open legs. I spread them wide. I felt his breath on my freshly waxed cunt, his fingers parted me, opened my labia, his tongue followed, working its magic. He was an accomplished lover, with his tongue. His cock was average, well less than average. He wasn’t a stayer, masturbating had taught him nothing but indulging himself. His tongue twirled around my clit, as he pulled the hood back. I groaned, arched my back, I was so close, then he switched, his tongue probed me, penetrated me. A movement in the corner of my eye. Heidi. I came then, my juices flooding from me, soaking his face.
He knelt between my legs, his balls a dark red, as they screamed to be released from their torment. Torment he would have to endure for another three weeks, and six days.
“Now pleasure Heidi darling. You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”
He looked at me, like the cat that had got the cream, only for the bowl to be taken away, as he realised he would be denied the ultimate pleasure. His purpose was to pleasure me, and anyone else I wanted him to.
She joined me on the bed, lay beside me. I felt her thigh against mine, as she spread herself wide. He scurried between her legs, and was soon doing to her what he had done to me. She groaned with pleasure. I reached between his legs, and gently caressed his aching balls. I knew they hurt, he flinched at my touch. The ring had dug deep. His ball sack looked sore. I would deal with that when he had pleasured my friend. I lay beside her, bit her nipple, as she came, loudly.
I rubbed baby oil daily into his ball sack, soothing the inflammation made by the ring. It had been four weeks since I had taken control of his cock. My cock? Every few days Heidi had helped me remove the device, so that his cock, and balls could be washed, the device cleaned. On the second occasion we had decided to remove his pubic hair, all of it. He winced as the wax strips were torn away, his hair with it. Men! They all wanted us girls to be waxed smooth, but when it came to them!
“Its tomorrow,” I said.
“I know, God Gisela how I need to cum.” He said.
“How do you want to, its your choice,” I said.
“I’m going to fuck you stupid,” he said, but then added, “if that’s allowed.”
Allowed. Yes it was allowed. I needed a fuck myself. He’d pleasured me daily, twice daily sometimes, with his tongue, with his fingers. I needed something inside me, and soon.
“Its allowed,” I said. “But then it goes back on, until the next time.”
He was quiet, then nodded his acceptance. He had always been submissive, allowed me to take control.
“One orgasm only,” I cautioned him. “Only one.”
It was the day. The day he had been waiting for. Longing for. I unlocked the padlock. A key that I kept on a gold chain around my neck. Heidi had the spare key. He rubbed his cock, rubbed his balls. Life flowed back into them. He was quickly semi hard.
“Careful!” I said. “Go and shower.”
He returned glowing, towelling himself dry. I had been busy. I wore black stockings, suspender belt, and black heels. Nothing else. My make up, heavy, like a tart. Bright red lipstick. His cock was hard. Obscene, though sadly small.
“Do what you want with me,” I told him. “Use me, use my mouth, my cunt. Fuck my arse if you want, want to fuck my arse?”
I opened my mouth, his cock between my lips. I sucked, but before my mouth was full, he pulled back.
“Fuck Gisela,” that was close.
We waited, then tried again. I cupped his balls, weighing them in my hand. They were heavy, his cock hard. Harder than I had ever known. I took it, just under four and a half inches, not very big. Then I felt it on my tongue, as it throbbed, then he came. His spunk ejaculated into my mouth. Two ropes. Then it was over. All that waiting, less than a minute of pleasure, his, and it was over. I kept his cum in my mouth, then kissed him, giving back what was his. What I didn’t want.
“Swallow it down,” I commanded him. Then watched as he reluctantly swallowed.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Before he realised what I was doing, I padlocked him back in to his chastity device, slipping the ring into place while he thought I was initiating further sex. I wasn’t.
“Until next time,” I said. “Eight weeks this time, and you never cum in my mouth again, ever!”
“How is he doing?” Heidi asked.
“Better than I expected,” I answered.
“But?”
“Ah yes, but. Well as you know, it was his reward day yesterday. Fuck Heidi, he came so quickly.”
“What did you expect?” She asked.
“Well a bit more than that. I need something inside me,” I replied.
“Real, or plastic?” She asked.
“I’m not ready for real, not yet, so plastic. Yes plastic.”
How Heidi knew these places I didn’t know. She looked as if butter wouldn’t melt. We were dressed in short skirts, tight and very short, heels, and little vest tops, tops that didn’t allow either of us to wear a bra. Our breasts swayed as we walked. Chris clearly didn’t approve.
“What if we see someone we know,” he asked.
“What if we do?” I responded. “Question me again, and it will be ten weeks, not eight.”
It wasn’t a shop, it was a club. A sex club? A club exclusively for members. Heidi?
There was a shop, an exclusive shop, with prices to match. There was a woman by the till, she smiled, then went back to her work. She was stunning. She wore a tight black PVC dress, with metal strips, arranged like a whale boned corset. Her tits swelled from the dress. Her hair was jet black, her lips full and red. The thought of her made my mouth go dry, my pussy wasn’t. We wandered around, looking.
“Haven’t seen you for a few weeks Heidi,” she said.
“No, I’ve been helping my friend. Her husband needed to be taught to be submissive. I’m sorry, my I introduce Gisela. Gisela, this is Mistress Lexxia.”
“And how is the training progressing?” Mistress Lexxia asked
“Very well, he has become accustomed to his chastity,” I replied.
“What are you using?” She asked.
“The CB6000S,” I answered her.
“Very good. I assume at home you do not allow him to wear clothes?”
“No, certainly not Mistress Lexxia,” I answered.
“You my dear are a dominatrix, or will be, therefore you do not address me as Mistress. You will call me Lady, as I will call you Lady Gisela.”
I smiled. “Lady Lexxia.”
“Slave, strip, you will not wear clothes here. Now!” Mistress Lexxia commanded.
Chris looked shocked, but complied. He folded his clothes, and placed them where he had been instructed. He stood before the three of us, his hands behind his back, waiting for instruction.
“You are doing well,” Lexxia commented, inspecting Chris. “Mmm, no body hair, excellent.”
She grasped his balls, inspected the CB6000S.
“Good, you got one that is tight. Show them kindness and they will rebel. How often do you milk him?” She asked.
“Milk?” I replied.
“You haven’t milked him! Poor boy. When did you last allow him some release?”
“Yesterday, I allowed him an orgasm, his first for a month,” I replied.
“Mmmm, you must milk him at least once a week at first, then less often, say once per fortnight. Do that, and after a short time he won’t need an orgasm, unless of course you deem it.”
“Milk, I don’t know how,” I replied.
We returned the following evening. The club was closed that night. Lexxia let us in. Immediately she commanded Chris to strip, which he did, without hesitation.
“I see you are wearing some of what you purchased yesterday, but here, this is my realm. Here only I wear clothes. Here you are subject to my dominance. You understand?”
Both Heidi and myself removed our clothes, but for our heels.
“I thank you for your understanding. Slave!” She called.
Chris stood to attention, hands behind his back, but it was not him she called, but one of her slaves. He was huge, at least six feet six, broad shouldered, big chest. He wore a leather pouch, which bulged from what I knew was a massive cock. He led Chris away, into her inner sanctum.
“Your slave must be strapped down for the procedure. The first time they sometimes panic, like little lambs. My creature will ensure he is secured for his own safety. In my chamber Lady Gisela even you.
“I am in your hands Lady Lexxia, in your chamber, only you can be the mistress. So Mistress Lexxia, we are ready.”
The chamber was like a medieval torture chamber. Chris had been strapped face down, arse in the air. Legs spread, strapped ankle and knee. A leather collar, a ring in its centre secured his head in place. His arms were tightly secured under the table upon which he had been placed. I had already removed his CB6000S.
I was secured close to the table, so I could watch. My arms above my head, leather cuffs held them in place. Heidi the same. Then she began. I watched as she approached the table, Chris trembled. She lubed his arse, using her latex gloved fingers. That afternoon he had, his first enema at a clinic Heidi knew of. He hadn’t liked it. He would like this even less. Such was his new life. One finger, then another. He squirmed. Mistress Lexxia’s huge slave beat him, laying on three strokes of a thick leather belt. He quietened. Stilled himself. She inserted a large dildo into him, it slid in, and I saw him stiffen. Stiffened even more when she withdrew it.
“Now the milking,” she said. “You find his prostrate, just curl your fingers, its just under his testicles. Then gently, very gently, you massage it. It takes time, although the more you do it, the less time it will take. In this way we drain his balls of all his sperm, drain it, but without him having the pleasure of an orgasm, but to achieve that your must be gentle, and patient. And on no account must he be allowed to tense his muscles, this would lead to an orgasm, you will know if he tries as his anal muscles will tense at the same time. Ah, there, the first dribble of his disgusting cum.”
She placed a bowl under his cock. I was unhooked, and I took my turn to milk him. It took me a few tries to find the right spot. Then I withdrew my fingers, tried again, then again, eventually finding it with ease. Then I was secured again, only this time, my legs were put into a leg stretcher, my ankles secured, my legs spread wide. I wondered what she had planned for me. The thought excited me, no thrilled me.
After Heidi had been taught, Mistress Lexxia continued with Chris, sperm slowly poured from his limp cock, all collected in the bowl. Then she pulled on his cock, as a milk maid would milk a cow, until, at last, the last drop dripped into the bowl. Quickly, and efficiently she re-fitted the chastity device, shutting the padlock with a flourish.
“Do that at least weekly, and they’ll be no problems. Now, drink your mess slave.”
She held the bowl to his mouth. He hesitated momentarily, then reluctantly, drank it down, tasting his own cum.
She walked towards me, suddenly reaching between my legs, her fingers traced my labia. She smiled, finding me dripping with pent up sexual need. She bent her head, suddenly biting one of my nipples. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, and like Chris before, I trembled.
“Do you want me to pleasure you slut, or shall I have my creature fuck you?” She asked.
“Mistress Lexxia tonight I am your slut to use as you wish, do with me as you want. I am yours, tonight.”
Chris was led away, on a length of chain, leaving myself and Heidi to the ministrations of Mistress Lexxia.
It was several weeks later. Weeks in which I had milked him twice per week, and had become very proficient in the art. And an art it was. I had not allowed him an orgasm in all that time, but had allowed him to pleasure me. Tonight we would go to his firms annual dinner dance. I had milked him that afternoon, and then locked him back into his CB6000S.
“Well?” I asked, “do you like what you see?”
“Errr, it’s a bit……….revealing,” he stuttered.
It was. In fact it was very revealing, but then that was the point.
“I can see you nipples through the material, your boobs are…..well they‘re………everyone will see them.”
My dress, my little black dress, was exactly that. The plunging neckline extended below my pierced belly button, it was also backless, the top of my bum just visible, and it was short, it just covered my bum, and tight, very tight. I wore a broad silver choker around my neck, with long drop earrings. My legs were bare, on my feet, killer six inch stilettos‘, with ankle straps. I looked exactly what I was, a woman on the hunt. The hunt for a man. I re-adjusted the dress over my tits, he was right, you could see my nipples through the dress, that was the point, the sides of my boobs were there for all to see.
“Do you have any knickers on?” He asked.
“That slave, is not for you to ask. Do not question me, not here, ever. You obey.”
I commanded, ending this discussion.
He escorted me into the club, a club hired for the evening by his firm. His bosses were there, his work colleagues, his secretary. All of them, and all of them looked at me, there cocks stirring. Every cock in the room hardened, all but one. I led Chris in, I didn’t take his arm. I was his Mistress, he followed, his excuse for a cock locked away, and hidden inside the trousers of his dinner jacket, the key, on its gold chain, between my exposed breasts. I re-adjusted the dress, covering them again, hiding my now hard nipples.
I danced, danced with any man I wanted, and they all wanted me. As I danced, I asked questions, questions so many questions. The answers led me to them. They sat in a booth on the mezzanine level. The lucky ones looked up my skirt. Chris was embarrassed, but said nothing. Later, I hoped he would be humiliated.
“You don’t mind if I join you, do you?” I asked, although it wasn’t a question.
I sat, the hem of my dress hiking up. I sat next to her, and felt the warmth of her leg, against mine. We chatted, laughed. Chris stood to my side, fetched drinks when I clicked my fingers.
“You do have him well trained,” she said. Her name was Claire. “I wish mine was.”
My right breast found freedom, I left it, allowing him to look. We talked some more, laughed. I passed her, her drink. She was so close, I pulled my hand back, the drink with it. She looked into my eyes. I knew then, knew the answers to my questions had been right. I kissed her lips, our red lips. A light kiss. I waited for her to break, but she waited. Then her lips were gone, and I handed her, her drink.
His eyes never left either of us. His trousers, tented at the front, evidence of his arousal. It was him I wanted, well, her as well, but, no I wanted him, his cock. I needed to be fucked, and fucked well.
“Tell me Gisela, how do you do it?” Claire asked, referring to Chris, who had just gone to fetch more drinks, drinks which he had not been asked to have.
“Why don’t you come back to mine, and I’ll show you,” I giggled.
“Mmm, that sounds naughty,” Claire giggled back.
“Oh I do hope so, but bring him, I’ve not had anything that big inside me for ages,” I said, suddenly serious.
Chris closed the door behind us. I passed him my clutch bag.
“Well….we are home. Now take my bag upstairs, when you come back downstairs be in your proper state. Now hurry, we haven’t all night!” I commanded.
“Proper state?” Claire asked.
“Wait, you’ll see,” I said.
He returned. He stood. Hands behind his back. Exposed. Humiliated.
“Oh my,” she said.
“Come closer slave, let the Lady Claire inspect you.”
He moved close.
“And this…..thing…….” Claire asked.
“It’s a chastity device, I have the key.” I said.
She reached out, cupped his balls, felt the ring that encircled his balls and cock.
“His cock hasn’t stirred,” she said, in amazement.
“No, it doesn’t does it!” I said.
She looked at her husband, his hard cock evident to see.
“But why?” She asked.
“He was always masturbating, two three time per day. A poor, and selfish lover, his cock, if you could call it that, small. So I took control of it. I allow him to orgasm only when I allow.” I told her. “When was the last time you came slave?”
“Four months, and two weeks ago, Mistress,” he replied.
I explained how I now milked him, draining his cum, but without orgasm.
“Much simpler for everyone,” I said.
“So he doesn’t get hard, ever?” Claire asked, surprised.
“No, not anymore. It seems leaving the device on for extended periods, can damage the blood flow to his testicles, leading to impotence. Then again, he has no need anymore.”
“But with the right stimulation, surely there must be some life left in them?” She said.
“Perhaps, maybe we could try……….”
“How do you mean?” Claire asked.
“I bet, even if you and I made love right in front of him, his cock wouldn’t stir, whilst your husbands would be so hard, it would be painful.”
“Interesting. What’s the stake?” Claire asked, smiling.
“Well, if I’m right, I get to fuck your husband,” I said.
“But if not, what do I get?” Claire asked.
“You get a slave for a week, to do with what you wish. Anything!”
“Done!”
I embraced her, kissing her soft lips. My nipples were hard, painfully so. She pushed the dress off my shoulders, my breasts fully exposed. She kissed my nipples. She was good, knew what she was doing. Chris stood near the telly, able to view the scene unfolding before his eyes, no doubt processing the information that he was now impotent. Her husband, Sean watched from the arm of the sofa, his erection there for all to see, tented in his trousers. My dress dropped to the floor, tangled in my heels.
“Slave,” I called. “Take my dress, and pull my panties off,” I commanded.
He hurried over, anxious to serve. He pulled them down, my silk micro knickers. He hooked them over my heels, and was about to turn away.
“Smell them,” Claire told him. “Breath in her pussy aroma, smell her wetness.”
He looked, waiting for me to give him permission. I nodded, and he held them to his nose.
“Fuck it didn’t even twitch!” Claire exclaimed.
“I did tell you, now suck my other nipple, oh yesss, mmmmmmm.”
I unzipped her, stripped her, leaving only her heels and stocking on. Her legs opened, her outer labia parted. I ran a finger along the length of her inner labia, her slit. It opened like a spring flower. I dipped my head, my face. My tongue touched her bud of enjoyment, her clit. She moaned. I looked up, though my eyelashes, not at her, at him. He was close, his hand inside his trousers.
“Take it out, take your cock out, I want to see what I am going to have,” I said, my voice husky.
I went back to her cunt, savouring her, tasting her. My tongue busy, my fingers inside her. I needed this, God how I needed it. She came, I felt her cunt pulsing, her juices flowed into my mouth. I moved up her body, reached out, gripped his cock. It was like steel, hard. Soon to be mine. Claire twisted beside me, then knelt up.
“Well, no surprise there, now lets see yours,” she said.
I called him over. He stood, hands behind his back, his pathetic cock shrivelled behind its plastic case.
“Looks as if Sean is yours for the night,” Claire said, a devilish smile on her face.
“Ours,” I smiled back.
I straddled him, his cock beneath me, poised.
“Slave,” I called. He stepped forward. “Slave, put this wonderful, big cock inside me.”
A flicker of hesitation, then he did as I commanded, gripped Sean’s big, hard cock, pushed it against my pussy, holding it, as I sank down onto its length. I adjusted to it size, its length, its girth. It stretched me, God it felt fucking marvellous. He went to move away.
“Stay exactly where you are. Watch how a real man fucks a woman.” I said, breathlessly.
I rode him then, I fucked him, fucked all nine inches of him. His hips rose to meet me, penetrating me deeper. Beside me, my new lovers wife masturbated, her fingers busy, pleasuring herself. I came, then came again, then the holy grail, I found the holy grail, as a multiple orgasm shook me. I panted, breathless. My body shone with perspiration.
I switched, reversing my position, his cock found my G-spot, fuck that was good. Chris didn’t know it existed. I had lost count of how many times I had cum, Claire moaned again, one of my vibrators, the rabbit deep inside her, the claw hard against her clit. Sean suddenly gripped my hips, thrusting up, oh, so deep. I felt his cock throb, then he came. His cock pulsated deep inside me. I felt his cum, hot. Pulse after pulse, as he ejaculated inside me. I sighed with pleasure. A pleasure I hadn’t know with my pathetic small dicked husband, who stood beside the bed, naked, his cock soft, and flaccid inside his plastic cage. I wondered if he felt any sexual pleasure from watching me fuck his work colleague, and his wife. I didn’t wonder for long, his pleasure had no interest to me. I lifted off Sean, then gripped his cock.
“Slave, clean my juices off this beautiful cock,” I commanded.
Claire sat up, her interest peeked. His face went pale, and he took half a step backwards.
“You do like the taste of my juices, don’t you!” I said.
“Yes Mistress, but……..”
“But nothing, do as I command, do it NOW!”
He stepped forward. Do this I thought, and his humiliation would be complete, there would be nothing he wouldn’t do for me. He took Sean’s cock from me, then slowly lowered his head. His mouth opened, he paused. I place my hand on the back of his head, as Sean’s cock, still semi hard, slipped between his lips, into his mouth. His lips closed around the shaft. He had done it, now he cleaned it, sucking it dry, then licking the shaft, the balls, seeking out any trace of me.
“Now clean me,” I commanded.
His mouth closed on my cunt, licking not only mine, but Sean’s fluids from me. Slowly at first, then more eagerly, he cleaned me, clean every drop of cum from me.
His humiliation all but complete.
Claire smiled at me, a devilish, wicked smile.
“You are my new best friend,” she said, biting the tip of her finger.
He saw us then, too late. He’d been caught.
“Really Chris, wanking again, and I suppose there’ll be nothing left for me. What a waste,” I said.
He blushed. Embarrassment. I liked that. Liked that he was embarrassed. It excited me, my nipples hardened, and my breath became a little short.
His cock was so hard, rigid. Veined. Purple headed, he was close to cumming. Very close. I reached over, and gripped it. Gripped it hard, my red nails digging into its shaft. I felt it twitch, switched my grip, and pinched it hard behind the glands. The erection subsided, his orgasm lost. She was beside me now, he hadn’t seen her. He did now, as she slammed the pack of frozen peas, straight from the freezer, between his legs, smothering his cock, his balls. He groaned from the pain caused by the impact of the peas. She held them there, as his cock, and balls shrivelled from the cold. And cold they were, I’d turned the freezer temperature to minimum two days before. He looked up, confused. Confused that his wife held him, as her best friend held the freezing packet against his cock, against his balls. More embarrassment, which turned me on, even more. On the screen in front of him, a slut called Julie fucked a monster sized cock, a huge black cock.
We kept him there for ten minutes, as all life between his legs was frozen. She took the packet away. His cock looked……..pathetic. I slipped the ring around his cock, under his balls, it was a tight fit, even in his current state. I wondered if I should have brought a larger size. I didn’t wonder long. I sipped his little cock into the plastic tube, then clipped them together. I snapped the padlock shut. It was done. The CB6000S chastity device was locked into place.
“From now on Chris, I will decide when you cum, or should I say, if. No longer will you pleasure yourself four or five times a day.” I told him.
He nodded, still shocked by the events which had overtaken him.
“If you behave, do as you are instructed, then I may reward you. Disobey, and that reward will be taken away. You do understand, don’t you?” I asked.
“I get it Gisela,” he said smiling.
“Chris, this is no game. This is real. You will call me Mistress. You will when we are at home be naked. You will serve me. If you serve me well, then in a month, I shall take your chastity device off, and reward you. Then replace it.” I said.
“Reward?” He asked.
“An orgasm. I will decide how you achieve that. But you will earn it!”
I watched as life began to return to his cock, his cock regained its normal flaccid size, only to be contained by the CB6000S, his flesh pushed against the clear plastic. I smiled. This was going to be fun. Well fun for me.
“I’d like a Martini,” I commanded.
“And I want a Gin and tonic,” Heidi said.
We watched him walk, now naked to fetch the drinks.
I kissed Heidi, as I heard him retuning. I held her close, my tongue in her yielding mouth, her hand squeezing my breast, making my nipple hard, painfully so. We stopped and looked at him, as he stood watching us. I saw him grimace, as his cock attempted to harden, but confined as it was, it was unable. The ring, tight around his ball sack, crushing any expansion, his cock tightly confined. The pain on his face obvious.
“The drinks slave, don’t just stand there,” Heidi instructed him.
We took our drinks.
“Now, you may stand in the corner, and watch us…………or does the kitchen need cleaning?” I asked.
Now I knew he wanted to stay. Wanted to watch me, and Heidi. It was one of his fantasies. One, he had so many. He was wrought with indecision. I lifted her skirt, revealing her sheer panties. He had, had a thing about Heidi for as long as I could remember. He walked, to the corner of the room, hands between his legs, as his balls were squeezed inside the ring.
“Oh Gisela this is going to be so much fun!” Heidi said.
Heidi stayed over. Slept in the guest bedroom. I spent a sleepless night beside my husband, as he tossed and turned, his cock locked away. The morning brought fresh agony, as his morning glory was denied.
I lay on my side, beside him, naked, one leg bent at the knee.
“Make me cum,” I said seductively. “With your tongue, darling.”
He hesitated.
“Make me cum, or do you want to stay locked in for five weeks, instead of the four?
He was soon between my open legs. I spread them wide. I felt his breath on my freshly waxed cunt, his fingers parted me, opened my labia, his tongue followed, working its magic. He was an accomplished lover, with his tongue. His cock was average, well less than average. He wasn’t a stayer, masturbating had taught him nothing but indulging himself. His tongue twirled around my clit, as he pulled the hood back. I groaned, arched my back, I was so close, then he switched, his tongue probed me, penetrated me. A movement in the corner of my eye. Heidi. I came then, my juices flooding from me, soaking his face.
He knelt between my legs, his balls a dark red, as they screamed to be released from their torment. Torment he would have to endure for another three weeks, and six days.
“Now pleasure Heidi darling. You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”
He looked at me, like the cat that had got the cream, only for the bowl to be taken away, as he realised he would be denied the ultimate pleasure. His purpose was to pleasure me, and anyone else I wanted him to.
She joined me on the bed, lay beside me. I felt her thigh against mine, as she spread herself wide. He scurried between her legs, and was soon doing to her what he had done to me. She groaned with pleasure. I reached between his legs, and gently caressed his aching balls. I knew they hurt, he flinched at my touch. The ring had dug deep. His ball sack looked sore. I would deal with that when he had pleasured my friend. I lay beside her, bit her nipple, as she came, loudly.
I rubbed baby oil daily into his ball sack, soothing the inflammation made by the ring. It had been four weeks since I had taken control of his cock. My cock? Every few days Heidi had helped me remove the device, so that his cock, and balls could be washed, the device cleaned. On the second occasion we had decided to remove his pubic hair, all of it. He winced as the wax strips were torn away, his hair with it. Men! They all wanted us girls to be waxed smooth, but when it came to them!
“Its tomorrow,” I said.
“I know, God Gisela how I need to cum.” He said.
“How do you want to, its your choice,” I said.
“I’m going to fuck you stupid,” he said, but then added, “if that’s allowed.”
Allowed. Yes it was allowed. I needed a fuck myself. He’d pleasured me daily, twice daily sometimes, with his tongue, with his fingers. I needed something inside me, and soon.
“Its allowed,” I said. “But then it goes back on, until the next time.”
He was quiet, then nodded his acceptance. He had always been submissive, allowed me to take control.
“One orgasm only,” I cautioned him. “Only one.”
It was the day. The day he had been waiting for. Longing for. I unlocked the padlock. A key that I kept on a gold chain around my neck. Heidi had the spare key. He rubbed his cock, rubbed his balls. Life flowed back into them. He was quickly semi hard.
“Careful!” I said. “Go and shower.”
He returned glowing, towelling himself dry. I had been busy. I wore black stockings, suspender belt, and black heels. Nothing else. My make up, heavy, like a tart. Bright red lipstick. His cock was hard. Obscene, though sadly small.
“Do what you want with me,” I told him. “Use me, use my mouth, my cunt. Fuck my arse if you want, want to fuck my arse?”
I opened my mouth, his cock between my lips. I sucked, but before my mouth was full, he pulled back.
“Fuck Gisela,” that was close.
We waited, then tried again. I cupped his balls, weighing them in my hand. They were heavy, his cock hard. Harder than I had ever known. I took it, just under four and a half inches, not very big. Then I felt it on my tongue, as it throbbed, then he came. His spunk ejaculated into my mouth. Two ropes. Then it was over. All that waiting, less than a minute of pleasure, his, and it was over. I kept his cum in my mouth, then kissed him, giving back what was his. What I didn’t want.
“Swallow it down,” I commanded him. Then watched as he reluctantly swallowed.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Before he realised what I was doing, I padlocked him back in to his chastity device, slipping the ring into place while he thought I was initiating further sex. I wasn’t.
“Until next time,” I said. “Eight weeks this time, and you never cum in my mouth again, ever!”
“How is he doing?” Heidi asked.
“Better than I expected,” I answered.
“But?”
“Ah yes, but. Well as you know, it was his reward day yesterday. Fuck Heidi, he came so quickly.”
“What did you expect?” She asked.
“Well a bit more than that. I need something inside me,” I replied.
“Real, or plastic?” She asked.
“I’m not ready for real, not yet, so plastic. Yes plastic.”
How Heidi knew these places I didn’t know. She looked as if butter wouldn’t melt. We were dressed in short skirts, tight and very short, heels, and little vest tops, tops that didn’t allow either of us to wear a bra. Our breasts swayed as we walked. Chris clearly didn’t approve.
“What if we see someone we know,” he asked.
“What if we do?” I responded. “Question me again, and it will be ten weeks, not eight.”
It wasn’t a shop, it was a club. A sex club? A club exclusively for members. Heidi?
There was a shop, an exclusive shop, with prices to match. There was a woman by the till, she smiled, then went back to her work. She was stunning. She wore a tight black PVC dress, with metal strips, arranged like a whale boned corset. Her tits swelled from the dress. Her hair was jet black, her lips full and red. The thought of her made my mouth go dry, my pussy wasn’t. We wandered around, looking.
“Haven’t seen you for a few weeks Heidi,” she said.
“No, I’ve been helping my friend. Her husband needed to be taught to be submissive. I’m sorry, my I introduce Gisela. Gisela, this is Mistress Lexxia.”
“And how is the training progressing?” Mistress Lexxia asked
“Very well, he has become accustomed to his chastity,” I replied.
“What are you using?” She asked.
“The CB6000S,” I answered her.
“Very good. I assume at home you do not allow him to wear clothes?”
“No, certainly not Mistress Lexxia,” I answered.
“You my dear are a dominatrix, or will be, therefore you do not address me as Mistress. You will call me Lady, as I will call you Lady Gisela.”
I smiled. “Lady Lexxia.”
“Slave, strip, you will not wear clothes here. Now!” Mistress Lexxia commanded.
Chris looked shocked, but complied. He folded his clothes, and placed them where he had been instructed. He stood before the three of us, his hands behind his back, waiting for instruction.
“You are doing well,” Lexxia commented, inspecting Chris. “Mmm, no body hair, excellent.”
She grasped his balls, inspected the CB6000S.
“Good, you got one that is tight. Show them kindness and they will rebel. How often do you milk him?” She asked.
“Milk?” I replied.
“You haven’t milked him! Poor boy. When did you last allow him some release?”
“Yesterday, I allowed him an orgasm, his first for a month,” I replied.
“Mmmm, you must milk him at least once a week at first, then less often, say once per fortnight. Do that, and after a short time he won’t need an orgasm, unless of course you deem it.”
“Milk, I don’t know how,” I replied.
We returned the following evening. The club was closed that night. Lexxia let us in. Immediately she commanded Chris to strip, which he did, without hesitation.
“I see you are wearing some of what you purchased yesterday, but here, this is my realm. Here only I wear clothes. Here you are subject to my dominance. You understand?”
Both Heidi and myself removed our clothes, but for our heels.
“I thank you for your understanding. Slave!” She called.
Chris stood to attention, hands behind his back, but it was not him she called, but one of her slaves. He was huge, at least six feet six, broad shouldered, big chest. He wore a leather pouch, which bulged from what I knew was a massive cock. He led Chris away, into her inner sanctum.
“Your slave must be strapped down for the procedure. The first time they sometimes panic, like little lambs. My creature will ensure he is secured for his own safety. In my chamber Lady Gisela even you.
“I am in your hands Lady Lexxia, in your chamber, only you can be the mistress. So Mistress Lexxia, we are ready.”
The chamber was like a medieval torture chamber. Chris had been strapped face down, arse in the air. Legs spread, strapped ankle and knee. A leather collar, a ring in its centre secured his head in place. His arms were tightly secured under the table upon which he had been placed. I had already removed his CB6000S.
I was secured close to the table, so I could watch. My arms above my head, leather cuffs held them in place. Heidi the same. Then she began. I watched as she approached the table, Chris trembled. She lubed his arse, using her latex gloved fingers. That afternoon he had, his first enema at a clinic Heidi knew of. He hadn’t liked it. He would like this even less. Such was his new life. One finger, then another. He squirmed. Mistress Lexxia’s huge slave beat him, laying on three strokes of a thick leather belt. He quietened. Stilled himself. She inserted a large dildo into him, it slid in, and I saw him stiffen. Stiffened even more when she withdrew it.
“Now the milking,” she said. “You find his prostrate, just curl your fingers, its just under his testicles. Then gently, very gently, you massage it. It takes time, although the more you do it, the less time it will take. In this way we drain his balls of all his sperm, drain it, but without him having the pleasure of an orgasm, but to achieve that your must be gentle, and patient. And on no account must he be allowed to tense his muscles, this would lead to an orgasm, you will know if he tries as his anal muscles will tense at the same time. Ah, there, the first dribble of his disgusting cum.”
She placed a bowl under his cock. I was unhooked, and I took my turn to milk him. It took me a few tries to find the right spot. Then I withdrew my fingers, tried again, then again, eventually finding it with ease. Then I was secured again, only this time, my legs were put into a leg stretcher, my ankles secured, my legs spread wide. I wondered what she had planned for me. The thought excited me, no thrilled me.
After Heidi had been taught, Mistress Lexxia continued with Chris, sperm slowly poured from his limp cock, all collected in the bowl. Then she pulled on his cock, as a milk maid would milk a cow, until, at last, the last drop dripped into the bowl. Quickly, and efficiently she re-fitted the chastity device, shutting the padlock with a flourish.
“Do that at least weekly, and they’ll be no problems. Now, drink your mess slave.”
She held the bowl to his mouth. He hesitated momentarily, then reluctantly, drank it down, tasting his own cum.
She walked towards me, suddenly reaching between my legs, her fingers traced my labia. She smiled, finding me dripping with pent up sexual need. She bent her head, suddenly biting one of my nipples. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, and like Chris before, I trembled.
“Do you want me to pleasure you slut, or shall I have my creature fuck you?” She asked.
“Mistress Lexxia tonight I am your slut to use as you wish, do with me as you want. I am yours, tonight.”
Chris was led away, on a length of chain, leaving myself and Heidi to the ministrations of Mistress Lexxia.
It was several weeks later. Weeks in which I had milked him twice per week, and had become very proficient in the art. And an art it was. I had not allowed him an orgasm in all that time, but had allowed him to pleasure me. Tonight we would go to his firms annual dinner dance. I had milked him that afternoon, and then locked him back into his CB6000S.
“Well?” I asked, “do you like what you see?”
“Errr, it’s a bit……….revealing,” he stuttered.
It was. In fact it was very revealing, but then that was the point.
“I can see you nipples through the material, your boobs are…..well they‘re………everyone will see them.”
My dress, my little black dress, was exactly that. The plunging neckline extended below my pierced belly button, it was also backless, the top of my bum just visible, and it was short, it just covered my bum, and tight, very tight. I wore a broad silver choker around my neck, with long drop earrings. My legs were bare, on my feet, killer six inch stilettos‘, with ankle straps. I looked exactly what I was, a woman on the hunt. The hunt for a man. I re-adjusted the dress over my tits, he was right, you could see my nipples through the dress, that was the point, the sides of my boobs were there for all to see.
“Do you have any knickers on?” He asked.
“That slave, is not for you to ask. Do not question me, not here, ever. You obey.”
I commanded, ending this discussion.
He escorted me into the club, a club hired for the evening by his firm. His bosses were there, his work colleagues, his secretary. All of them, and all of them looked at me, there cocks stirring. Every cock in the room hardened, all but one. I led Chris in, I didn’t take his arm. I was his Mistress, he followed, his excuse for a cock locked away, and hidden inside the trousers of his dinner jacket, the key, on its gold chain, between my exposed breasts. I re-adjusted the dress, covering them again, hiding my now hard nipples.
I danced, danced with any man I wanted, and they all wanted me. As I danced, I asked questions, questions so many questions. The answers led me to them. They sat in a booth on the mezzanine level. The lucky ones looked up my skirt. Chris was embarrassed, but said nothing. Later, I hoped he would be humiliated.
“You don’t mind if I join you, do you?” I asked, although it wasn’t a question.
I sat, the hem of my dress hiking up. I sat next to her, and felt the warmth of her leg, against mine. We chatted, laughed. Chris stood to my side, fetched drinks when I clicked my fingers.
“You do have him well trained,” she said. Her name was Claire. “I wish mine was.”
My right breast found freedom, I left it, allowing him to look. We talked some more, laughed. I passed her, her drink. She was so close, I pulled my hand back, the drink with it. She looked into my eyes. I knew then, knew the answers to my questions had been right. I kissed her lips, our red lips. A light kiss. I waited for her to break, but she waited. Then her lips were gone, and I handed her, her drink.
His eyes never left either of us. His trousers, tented at the front, evidence of his arousal. It was him I wanted, well, her as well, but, no I wanted him, his cock. I needed to be fucked, and fucked well.
“Tell me Gisela, how do you do it?” Claire asked, referring to Chris, who had just gone to fetch more drinks, drinks which he had not been asked to have.
“Why don’t you come back to mine, and I’ll show you,” I giggled.
“Mmm, that sounds naughty,” Claire giggled back.
“Oh I do hope so, but bring him, I’ve not had anything that big inside me for ages,” I said, suddenly serious.
Chris closed the door behind us. I passed him my clutch bag.
“Well….we are home. Now take my bag upstairs, when you come back downstairs be in your proper state. Now hurry, we haven’t all night!” I commanded.
“Proper state?” Claire asked.
“Wait, you’ll see,” I said.
He returned. He stood. Hands behind his back. Exposed. Humiliated.
“Oh my,” she said.
“Come closer slave, let the Lady Claire inspect you.”
He moved close.
“And this…..thing…….” Claire asked.
“It’s a chastity device, I have the key.” I said.
She reached out, cupped his balls, felt the ring that encircled his balls and cock.
“His cock hasn’t stirred,” she said, in amazement.
“No, it doesn’t does it!” I said.
She looked at her husband, his hard cock evident to see.
“But why?” She asked.
“He was always masturbating, two three time per day. A poor, and selfish lover, his cock, if you could call it that, small. So I took control of it. I allow him to orgasm only when I allow.” I told her. “When was the last time you came slave?”
“Four months, and two weeks ago, Mistress,” he replied.
I explained how I now milked him, draining his cum, but without orgasm.
“Much simpler for everyone,” I said.
“So he doesn’t get hard, ever?” Claire asked, surprised.
“No, not anymore. It seems leaving the device on for extended periods, can damage the blood flow to his testicles, leading to impotence. Then again, he has no need anymore.”
“But with the right stimulation, surely there must be some life left in them?” She said.
“Perhaps, maybe we could try……….”
“How do you mean?” Claire asked.
“I bet, even if you and I made love right in front of him, his cock wouldn’t stir, whilst your husbands would be so hard, it would be painful.”
“Interesting. What’s the stake?” Claire asked, smiling.
“Well, if I’m right, I get to fuck your husband,” I said.
“But if not, what do I get?” Claire asked.
“You get a slave for a week, to do with what you wish. Anything!”
“Done!”
I embraced her, kissing her soft lips. My nipples were hard, painfully so. She pushed the dress off my shoulders, my breasts fully exposed. She kissed my nipples. She was good, knew what she was doing. Chris stood near the telly, able to view the scene unfolding before his eyes, no doubt processing the information that he was now impotent. Her husband, Sean watched from the arm of the sofa, his erection there for all to see, tented in his trousers. My dress dropped to the floor, tangled in my heels.
“Slave,” I called. “Take my dress, and pull my panties off,” I commanded.
He hurried over, anxious to serve. He pulled them down, my silk micro knickers. He hooked them over my heels, and was about to turn away.
“Smell them,” Claire told him. “Breath in her pussy aroma, smell her wetness.”
He looked, waiting for me to give him permission. I nodded, and he held them to his nose.
“Fuck it didn’t even twitch!” Claire exclaimed.
“I did tell you, now suck my other nipple, oh yesss, mmmmmmm.”
I unzipped her, stripped her, leaving only her heels and stocking on. Her legs opened, her outer labia parted. I ran a finger along the length of her inner labia, her slit. It opened like a spring flower. I dipped my head, my face. My tongue touched her bud of enjoyment, her clit. She moaned. I looked up, though my eyelashes, not at her, at him. He was close, his hand inside his trousers.
“Take it out, take your cock out, I want to see what I am going to have,” I said, my voice husky.
I went back to her cunt, savouring her, tasting her. My tongue busy, my fingers inside her. I needed this, God how I needed it. She came, I felt her cunt pulsing, her juices flowed into my mouth. I moved up her body, reached out, gripped his cock. It was like steel, hard. Soon to be mine. Claire twisted beside me, then knelt up.
“Well, no surprise there, now lets see yours,” she said.
I called him over. He stood, hands behind his back, his pathetic cock shrivelled behind its plastic case.
“Looks as if Sean is yours for the night,” Claire said, a devilish smile on her face.
“Ours,” I smiled back.
I straddled him, his cock beneath me, poised.
“Slave,” I called. He stepped forward. “Slave, put this wonderful, big cock inside me.”
A flicker of hesitation, then he did as I commanded, gripped Sean’s big, hard cock, pushed it against my pussy, holding it, as I sank down onto its length. I adjusted to it size, its length, its girth. It stretched me, God it felt fucking marvellous. He went to move away.
“Stay exactly where you are. Watch how a real man fucks a woman.” I said, breathlessly.
I rode him then, I fucked him, fucked all nine inches of him. His hips rose to meet me, penetrating me deeper. Beside me, my new lovers wife masturbated, her fingers busy, pleasuring herself. I came, then came again, then the holy grail, I found the holy grail, as a multiple orgasm shook me. I panted, breathless. My body shone with perspiration.
I switched, reversing my position, his cock found my G-spot, fuck that was good. Chris didn’t know it existed. I had lost count of how many times I had cum, Claire moaned again, one of my vibrators, the rabbit deep inside her, the claw hard against her clit. Sean suddenly gripped my hips, thrusting up, oh, so deep. I felt his cock throb, then he came. His cock pulsated deep inside me. I felt his cum, hot. Pulse after pulse, as he ejaculated inside me. I sighed with pleasure. A pleasure I hadn’t know with my pathetic small dicked husband, who stood beside the bed, naked, his cock soft, and flaccid inside his plastic cage. I wondered if he felt any sexual pleasure from watching me fuck his work colleague, and his wife. I didn’t wonder for long, his pleasure had no interest to me. I lifted off Sean, then gripped his cock.
“Slave, clean my juices off this beautiful cock,” I commanded.
Claire sat up, her interest peeked. His face went pale, and he took half a step backwards.
“You do like the taste of my juices, don’t you!” I said.
“Yes Mistress, but……..”
“But nothing, do as I command, do it NOW!”
He stepped forward. Do this I thought, and his humiliation would be complete, there would be nothing he wouldn’t do for me. He took Sean’s cock from me, then slowly lowered his head. His mouth opened, he paused. I place my hand on the back of his head, as Sean’s cock, still semi hard, slipped between his lips, into his mouth. His lips closed around the shaft. He had done it, now he cleaned it, sucking it dry, then licking the shaft, the balls, seeking out any trace of me.
“Now clean me,” I commanded.
His mouth closed on my cunt, licking not only mine, but Sean’s fluids from me. Slowly at first, then more eagerly, he cleaned me, clean every drop of cum from me.
His humiliation all but complete.
Claire smiled at me, a devilish, wicked smile.
“You are my new best friend,” she said, biting the tip of her finger.
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