Chastity and FemDom Tasks List Story - Part 2

This is part 2 of our chastity and FemDom tasks story. If you missed the first part you can read part one here. 

Everyone involved in this story is a consenting adult over the age of 21.

Mistress K turned and walked back up the stairs towards our first floor bathroom. I threw the back pack onto our kitchen worktop, unzipped the bag and emptied the contents onto the marble counter. I then took the bag and put it at the bottom of the stairs before ascending as quickly as my tired legs could. Mistress K stood in the bathroom doorway, her hands stretched either side of her holding onto the door frame and right knee bent crossing over her straight left leg. Her perfect breasts sat between the low plunge at the front of the robe. I stood before her and admired the beautiful goddess waiting for me.

“On your knees where you belong, slave. You know your place,” she said. I obeyed and knelt on the carpeted floor in the hallway.

“Hands on the floor,” she commanded. Again I obeyed, immediately placing both hands on the floor either side of me. Mistress K walked towards me and stopped with her pretty feet between my hands.

“Kiss my feet. Show me how much you adore me.” I didn’t hesitate, bowing down and kissing her feet softly with my smooth lips. I worshipped every part of her feet starting with her toes then edging my way round to her heel, her skin warm and supple. As I reached her heel Mistress K lifted her left knee and turned her foot so she was balanced on her toes. Her high arches were now exposed and I quickly gave them the attention they deserved, tenderly kissing them. She turned her back on me suddenly and raised her bare foot towards my face. I kissed and licked them, soothing her arches and silky soft sole with my moist tongue. Her silk robe fell onto my head and she giggled as she walked into the bathroom, my eyes firmly focused on the carpeted floor.

Mistress K turned the shower on. “Get up, strip your clothes off and meet me in the shower, slave.”

I dutifully got up and removed my sweaty clothes, peeling the t-shirt off my skin before I took it off. Instead of throwing them on the hallway floor I put them in the washing basket in our bedroom and my running shoes under our bed. Naked and caged, I walked towards the bathroom. Mistress K stood behind the glass shower screen, warm water cascading down her curvaceous figure. Steam from the water fogged the glass, so I couldn’t see her clearly.

“Get in here and wash me slave. I’m on a deadline and don’t like to be late.”

I opened the glass door to the shower and stepped inside. My keyholder's glistening body stood directly below the waterfall shower head hanging from the low ceiling. Spotlights in each corner of the ceiling illuminated the spacious cubicle and the insatiable domina stood in it. The key to my chastity cage hung between her soaked pendulous breasts, teasing me as it dangled from the silver necklace around her neck. I knew that I’d be unlocked from my cock prison at least once the following day to complete my edging task, but it would be forced back onto my tormented member as soon as the 30 minute tease was complete. Would she release me from the cage again as a reward? Is that what she had planned for me? I knew she’d never tell me, her surprises were always kept that way regardless of how much I begged to find out.

“Don’t just stand there and stare, slave. You haven’t earned that right yet. Come here and wash me so that I can get ready to go out,” she said.

I stepped into the black and white tiled shower and closed the glass door behind me. A selection of shower gels and hair products sat on a shelf at waist height and I picked a fruit scented body scrub to wash her with.

“My cock looks very uncomfortable in that cage. I hope you’re treating it with the care I expect. No erections to cause it any undue discomfort,” she asked as I felt a delicate hand rest against my inner thigh. Her wandering fingers danced up between my thighs and tickled my swollen balls with her finger tips. Blood surged into my trapped cock and forced the tip into the end of the cage. Release wasn’t an option. I had to get through this moment to thoroughly enjoy a better one the next day. Sensing my attempt to focus my mind elsewhere, Mistress K turned my head towards her free hand before letting go and fondling the key to my locked cage instead. She provocatively tilted her head to one side, her wet hair falling around her shoulders, and smiled as she raised the key up to her lips to kiss it.

“Wouldn’t it be a crying shame if this key fell off my necklace and down the drain, slave? Permanent chastity would solve so many problems. You wouldn’t need to worry about cumming through any other release than a weekly milking, maybe monthly if you don’t satisfy my requirements. You should focus more on my needs and never your own.”

My keyholder unclipped the necklace and slid the key off, holding it in the palm of her wet hand. “What do you think? Are you ready for permanent chastity?” she questioned, her facial expression deadly serious. I was panicking and my heart nearly pounded out of my chest. This isn’t something we’d ever discussed before. I wasn’t ready for this. My legs were like jelly. My stomach started to tie itself up in knots. It was at that moment that she stared into my wide eyes and tipped her hand over.

I waited for the sound of the key hitting the shower tray to shatter the air, piercing through the noise of hot water pounding on the dark slate stone floor. My body was in shock, frozen like a statue. Mistress K didn’t blink or lose eye contact with me, her brown eyes penetrating my mind and sending waves of fear through my whole body. What had she done?

“Not today,” she said as a wide smile broke out across her face. I looked down, still oblivious to the trick she’d played on me. Mistress K turned her wrist over to reveal a balled fist. She stretched her fingers out one by one, finally uncovering the key to my cage under her middle finger. The key slid back onto her necklace and she locked it around her neck once again.

“If you make me late we’ll be having a discussion about permanent chastity for real. Clean and dry me quickly.” I was still in a little shock when I knelt down on one knee, squirted some body wash into my hand and worked it into Mistress K’s foot, which now perched on my knee balancing on her toes. Hurriedly my soapy hands massaged her athletic legs, working my palms in small circles as they worked their way up to her luscious peachy arse. I rubbed the suds eagerly into her firm buns, which tightened when my roaming hands crept up between her cheeks. Mistress K let out a deep moan, clearly enjoying the attention. Unfortunately for me the pleasurable moan was self induced, which I realised when my fingers caught against hers. Her left hand was planted on the shower wall above her head and the right pleasured herself by rubbing her clit. Hot water continued to rain down on me, when what I really needed was a spray of cold water to calm my excitement.

“Don’t you wish you could be touching yourself?” she asked, knowing full well what my honest answer would be.

“Yes Mistress. I really want that. Please,” I muttered as her tight ass jiggled and chest flushed. A quiet sigh didn’t help me as Mistress K stopped, turned and looked down at me from her commanding position holding my chastity key in her dripping hand.

“Well you can’t. And don’t beg. It’s pathetic,” she replied with a twisted grin. The sultry dominant stood over me, reached out her bare foot and toyed with my caged cock, wiggling her toes under my bulging sack.

The teasing ended abruptly and my previous insincere wish came true. The water from the shower head turned ice cold and my whole body flapped around like a fish out of water. It was the worst pain I’d felt in a very long time. Far worse than being kicked in the balls after 2 weeks of orgasm denial and constant teasing. Much worse than a harsh caning or a bull whip to my bare arse. Significantly worse than the one time Mistress K figged me repeatedly for an hour as a punishment for failing to complete a previous tasks list she set last year. It was tough enduring the prolonged burning sensation in my anus, but compared to this it was easy to take.

I hate cold water and Mistress K knows it. It was torture. Moving backwards out of the shower wasn’t an option as a punishment for doing so would have been inevitable, likely involving extensive time in an ice cold water bath. My cock shrivelled up inside the cage and my skin tingled. With a forceful hand she grabbed my hair and aimed the shower head directly at my genitals making my testicles desperately retract back up inside me. The ring on my device put an end to that, trapping them between the ring and cage.

Suddenly the bitter cold of the water stopped. I knelt, shivering on the shower cubicle floor looking up at Mistress K, who looked very pleased with herself. She let go of my hair and my head dropped towards the floor. I felt defeated, though the warmth of the natural air compared to the cold water was a huge relief.

“Get up, get a towel and dry me. I need you for something else.”

Getting to my knees I opened the shower door, stepped onto the soft black bath mat and picked a luxurious grey towel from the hook behind the door. Mistress K walked out of the shower and I covered her in the towel, rubbing it over her body to dry her off.

“Quickly,” she snapped. I frantically towelled her dry, starting at her shoulders then working down to her petite feet.

“Dry yourself, go and get the bedding out of the drier then make the bed,” she commanded as the fiery domina opened the bathroom door and walked towards our bedroom. I duly obliged, excitedly drying myself so that I could find out what Mistress K wanted me to do for her. Remaining naked as I was told I couldn’t put any clothes on, I ran downstairs to the dryer in the basement, took the bedding from the drum and ran back upstairs to the bedroom, my cock cage swaying between my legs with each leap up the stairs.

As I entered our bedroom Mistress K walked out of our dressing room wearing a floor length red shimmering dress with a slit up the side exposing her toned legs. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun ready to be dried and straightened. She walked past me without so much as a look in my direction. As she sat on the edge of the bed Mistress K lifted her bare foot and said “get the black nail polish from my makeup table. I need my nails painted before I go out.”

I skipped over to the makeup table next to her side of the bed, found the black nail polish after sifting through the mountains of bottles in a side drawer of the table and knelt down at her feet.

“Hand nails first, then my toe nails,” she instructed. This wasn’t something I’d done before, so I carefully opened the bottle making sure that I didn’t spill it on our new deep red carpet. The gleaming black nail polish evenly covered her sharpened nails easily, starting at the top and working my way down to the tips. Once I’d finished her hand nails Mistress K lifted her smooth feet onto my naked thighs so that I could paint them too. Again I worked my way through each of her nails, which were expertly cut and rounded. It took a little longer than I was expecting it to, taking my time to not paint any skin on her beautiful feet.

“Well done slave. I’ll have you do this again as you’ve done such a great job. Now go and get me the list, a pen and a glass of wine.” I scampered to my feet, ran up the stairs again to Her office, took the list and pen from her desk then ran back down to our bedroom where my divine goddess sat patiently on the edge of our bed. I handed her the pen and list then scuttled off down to our kitchen to fetch the wine that she’d requested. “The opened bottle of white in the fridge will suffice,” she yelled down to me. “Yes Mistress,” I shouted back.

Once I’d poured a small glass of white wine into a crystal glass from the kitchen cabinet I walked carefully upstairs and stood at the door to our bedroom. Mistress K had her smooth legs stretched out in front of her, but she now wore a pair of black shiny spiked stiletto peep toe heels that showed off her newly painted toe nails. I love to see her wearing high heels and she knows it always gives me an erection. Not so on this occasion as the cage cut short any chance I had of getting hard, though not for the want of trying. The pain as my throbbing cock squashed against the inside of my chastity cage nearly brought me to my knees. My dominant smiled, the intended purpose of this tease working perfectly. It took all of my concentration to prevent my knees from buckling and spilling Her wine on the floor.

“Is something the matter?” she questioned, her grin widening with each second that passed. My discomfort was clear for her to see and instead of allowing me some respite, she started to fondle the key hanging around her neck again and provocatively licking her plump lips. I dropped to my knees and with my free hand clutched my swollen balls, which stung sharply as they pulled on the cock ring.

“You don’t look too comfortable, slave. Is something bothering you?” she said as she rose to her feet and continued to play with the key between her fingers. She slowly walked towards me, her toned legs glistening under the bedroom overhead lights. My keyholder stopped right in front of me, leaned her ample bosom forwards towards my face and toyed with the key inches from my watering eyes. I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the teasing domina towering over me despite my mind desperately scrambling to think of anything else that would ease the pain between my trembling thighs. Nothing was working. A moan escaped my quivering lips and I held the wine glass up to her from my lowly position.

“All it takes to control you is a little fondle with this key. Your orgasms really mean that much to you don’t they? Pity you might not get to have one for a while. I still haven’t decided if you’ll be rewarded with a release if you complete the list.” My head slumped forwards and I lost some hope of getting to cum, but moments later I felt a surge of determination. I resolved not to think about the consequences of Her decision if I failed. Instead I got to my feet, looked into her sparkling eyes and held out the glass. She took it from me, smiled and sipped on the cold wine whilst maintaining eye contact. Immediately her smile disappeared and the insatiable goddess turned on her heels, her pert arse wiggling as she walked towards her makeup mirror. “Go. You’re no longer required.” I confirmed the instruction with a nod of my head, took the list from our bed and walked downstairs to our kitchen to prepare dinner.

I grabbed the pack of chicken from the counter top, cut it into equal pieces on a wooden chopping board and threw a teaspoon of oil in a nonstick frying pan. With the gas oven hob fired up and heating the oil I threw some lettuce in a salad spinner to be washed, chopped some cucumber and tomatoes then grated a few carrots into a large salad bowl. As the chicken started to cook on the hob I mixed the salad and put some bowls on the light oak dining room table. The chicken finished cooking and, after splitting the salad evenly into two bowls, topped it with the cooked chicken. A smattering of thai chilli sauce completed the dish. I ran upstairs to our bedroom to let Mistress K know that dinner was ready.

My keyholder stood with her back to me in the bedroom finishing her makeup. “I’ll be down in a moment,” she replied when I told her it was ready. “Yes Mistress,” I responded and walked back downstairs to sit at the table. I waited patiently and a few minutes later the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden stairs to our hallway pierced the silence. She appeared in the dining room doorway and my heart skipped a beat. The figure hugging red dress that she wore flowed perfectly around her legs and the high heels lifted her bum so it sat invitingly at my eye level. I couldn’t stop staring.

“Eyes up here,” she barked and clapped her hands together to snap my gaze. I quickly looked her in the eyes and she walked towards the chair opposite me. As she approached the chair I stood up and ran round to pull it out from the table for her. “Good boy,” she purred and ran her newly painted nails through my washed hair. I craved her affection and this moment meant so much to me. Her fingers brushing through my hair relaxed my whole body. My legs felt like jelly and my cock yearned to be released. Instead, Mistress K teased me incessantly to show me that she was in complete control. My strong and incredibly confident domina ran her index finger down my face and held it under my chin.

“I don’t have long, otherwise I’d be tempted to bend you over that table and fuck your whore ass till you cum in that cage. You’ve performed admirably today and there's more to come before you go to bed. As much as I’d love to keep you locked up in that chastity cage I really want to get My cock out and have some fun with it. I don’t care if you want that. I want that. Complete the tasks and you’re free. Fail and the punishment will be severe.”

I nodded my head in acknowledgement. Complete the tasks and you’re free. The magic words I’d be waiting to hear. My release was entirely in my own hands. Now I just had to earn it. “I won’t fail you Mistress,” I replied.

Mistress K sat down and started to eat. I walked back around the table, sat and did the same. “Book me a taxi to arrive in 15 minutes. I’ll be out for around 4 hours, but it could be longer. Make sure you get the sheets on the bed before I return and have my black high heels ready to be cleaned. Don’t forget, you’ll be doing it for our entertainment via video call. Make sure you give us all a good show. I think you should do it whilst wearing your latex hood, so make sure that it's washed and clean before I call.”

“I’ll clean it as soon as you’ve left Mistress,” I said as I booked the taxi on my phone. A confirmation of the booking pinged on my phone and I put the phone down to eat my food. After the run and earlier tasks I was ravenous, so I practically inhaled the chicken salad and got a glass of water to get most of the way to completing my water drinking task. My phone rang once to alert me that the taxi was outside waiting.

“Go and get my long black coat ready at the front door. I’ll be there in a moment.” Without replying I walked down the hall to the front door and lifted the requested coat from the clothes hook attached to the hallway wall. Mistress K walked down the hall towards me, a picture of elegance and beauty. As she reached me she turned her back to me and I put the coat onto her one arm at a time. She turned again, kissed me on the cheek and held out her hand. “My bag slave,” she demanded. I bent down and picked it up off the floor before handing it to her. “Good boy. Now unless you want the taxi driver to see My cock locked up in that cage and you stood here in the nude you better go upstairs and finish your tasks.”

As I turned to walk upstairs she said “On second thoughts get on your knees, hands behind your back.” I dutifully obliged, dropping to my knees and placing my hands on my ankles. My cock cage sat proudly out in front of me, though I felt an impending sense of embarrassment. The front door opened and a rush of cool air flew into the hallway causing me to shiver momentarily. I bowed my head not wishing to see if the taxi driver outside could see me knelt before my keyholder.

“Aren’t you good? You may continue with your tasks once the door closes behind me,” Mistress K said as she walked out through the front door, closing it behind her. The moment the door closed I bounced up to my feet, ran upstairs and put the sheets on the bed, which only took a few minutes. Once that was done I pulled my black zip up latex hood from my latex outfits drawer in our bedroom and walked to the bathroom to wash it in the sink. Using a few drops of baby shampoo I washed the hood, rinsed it with cold water then let it soak for a few minutes in a sink full of cold water and vivishine. Making sure that the surface of the latex was coated in the latex shine I took it out of the water and hung the hood over a clothes dryer to drip dry.

"You’ve performed admirably today and there's more to come before you go to bed," is what Mistress K had said earlier. Well, I'd better make sure that every avenue was open to Her upon Her return hadn't I? I grabbed my douching kit and cleaned myself thoroughly. Twice. Best to be safe.

Next up I had to get the black high heeled shoes that Mistress K wanted me to clean. Getting her black knee high heeled boots at the same time would save me time the following day, so I decided to find them too. Mistress K kept all of her footwear in our walk in wardrobe, so that’s where I was headed. The shoes and boots were easy to find as they’re favourites of my high heel obsessed goddess. At the front of her collection at the bottom of a tall shelving unit sat her boots and the black heels were on a shelf at waist height, both readily accessible as she wore them both so often. Placing the heels and boots on our bedroom floor filled me with excitement. Knowing that I would get to worship Mistress K in her boots and allowing me the honour of cleaning them while she wore them was a far from laborious task for me. It’s something that I enjoy immensely and she does too.

The clock in our room let me know it was now 7:48pm. Mistress K gave me no indicator as to when my shoe cleaning task would commence, so I potentially had up to 3 hours to entertain myself. There wasn’t anything on the task list that I could complete, so I stretched my legs in preparation for my second 5km run the next day. Instead of lounging around in the living room, I decided to get on with some work to keep my mind occupied and temper the frustration I felt due to the orgasms Mistress K was currently denying me. It would all be over soon I told myself. The wait would absolutely be worth it because my domme always gave me mind blowing orgasms after constant teasing for a number of locked up days. Would she force it out of me with her fingers rubbing on my prostate? A blowjob to completion? Could it be a sensual handjob that she had in mind? Maybe she’ll want to fuck and I’ll cum all over her divine tits. The options she had available to her were endless. Honestly, whatever she chose would be perfect. I trust her implicitly. Realistically, I didn’t have any say in the matter.

The next two hours surprisingly flew by quite quickly. I started to write notes for this very story, answered some customer emails and read the news. A final pint of water allowed me to tick off that task from the list and with a dry lint free cloth I wiped the excess water droplets from inside the latex hood. It was now ready for my next task, which came soon after.

Upon arriving back at my office desk the mobile phone sat next to my computer mouse buzzed, a message alert from Mistress K.

“You have 10 minutes to get ready. Put on your latex hood, get my shoes from the walk in wardrobe and plug your phone into the charger next to the bed. Angle your phone so that you can be seen knelt on the bedroom floor. The show will last 5 minutes. Once we’re satisfied I’ll hang up the video call. Don’t disappoint me. The women I’m with will decide if you’ve completed the task to our satisfaction. If we have any requests they will be told to you via the call and you’ll fulfil them. Go.”

Show time. Jumping to my feet I headed to the bathroom to retrieve the latex hood. Using the bathroom mirror above our sink I carefully pulled back my hair, put the latex hood over my face and zipped it shut at the back. It sat snugly over my whole face and part of my neck. The mask has two sets of buckles on either side that can be used to attach an eye mask and/or a gag.

My cock twitched uncontrollably in the cage with excitement. Who was she with that I’d be performing for? I couldn’t remember her mentioning who she was out to see that evening, but it didn’t matter. She’d be watching. That’s all that mattered to me.

With my phone plugged into the charger next to our bed I propped it side on resting against a stack of books. Despite the camera on the back of the phone having a higher resolution I decided to use the front camera so that I could see my goddess on the phone screen. A quick photo showed me that the angle was good and I turned on a lamp behind the position I'd knelt in to ensure the room was bright enough.

Everything was set, so I knelt on the floor and waited next to the gorgeous black high heels Mistress K wanted me to clean. This particular pair of black patent leather heels were a personal favourite of mine, a towering pair of 6” high heels that make Mistress K tower over me when she wears them. They have a pointed toe and high arches that lift her tits and ass and tightens her toned calf muscles. My keyholder wore them the first time she’d penetrated me anally wearing a thin red strap-on dildo and the first time we’d attended a private playroom in the south of England. We’ve got history. They have special meaning to me and Mistress K feels the same way.

Incoming video call...Mistress K. My heart raced. I crawled towards the phone and noticed my hand was shaking as I tried to accept the call. A deep breath in and out settled my nerves a little and I clicked on a green icon to accept the call. Mistress K’s face appeared on the screen, the room behind her completely dark.

“Are you ready, slave?” she asked.

“I’m ready Mistress. Exactly as you requested,” I responded and scuttled back to the spot on the floor where Her shoes sat.

“Excellent. You’ll start by kissing My heels for the first minute or so. Then you’ll be instructed to lick them. Do you understand?”

“I understand Mistress,” I replied.

“Good. Begin,” she instructed as her face became more distant on the screen. I reached down and picked up her left shoe. Closing my eyes I imagined the times that she’d worn them when dominating me. I pressed my lips against the slick patent leather and kissed them longingly, moving my way from the pointed toe up the sides before turning them over to kiss the well worn soles. Even though the shoes have been worn a significant amount of times they’re still in excellent condition as Mistress K has me clean them regularly, though not usually with my tongue. That honour is kept for special occasions.

I sensually kissed the sole of the shoe as far into the arches as I could and the heel all the way down to the tip.

“Don’t forget the other shoe slave,” Mistress K said through the phone. I urgently placed the shoe in my hands on the floor and picked the other one up, repeating the process. As I moved it closer to my face I smelt the insoles, an intoxicating aroma that flooded my mind with delicious filthy memories. Times where Mistress K had me tied in tight bondage, dangled her heels next to my face then forced her sweaty feet on my face and in my mouth. Or when she locks me in our latex vacuum bed and controls my breathing by placing the sole of her heel over the breathing hole. In that situation my life is completely in her hands, a dynamic that heightens her level of control to a point I only dreamt of before we met. It’s an incredible sensation and the shoe I was now holding contributed in part to the complex and rewarding relationship we’re now in.

Just as my kissing reached the tip of the shoe heel a new voice spoke on the phone. “Now lick them clean,” the anonymous voice said. “Do it,” Mistress K seconded. I looked at the phone screen to see who was instructing me, but the screen was still too dark for me to make anyone out clearly. From what I could see there were at least 3 people, but there could be more.

“Less looking at us, more cleaning those heels,” a third voice chimed in with. Not wishing to displease the women giving me the orders I nodded my head up and down before flicking my moist tongue precisely over the pointed toe of the shoe. “Good boy,” the third woman said. I didn’t immediately recognise her voice, but the praise was very welcomed and my trapped cock quickly felt a strain that brought a tear to my eye. I was putting on a show for these women and my usually subdued exhibitionist side was coming out.

Following these instructions when we first met would have filled me with anxiety, dread, shame and embarrassment. I was a very closeted kinkster with a massive desire to be submissive. Mistress K helped me to not only accept but to embrace my feelings and act upon them with Her help. Now I was knelt down on our bedroom floor licking and kissing a pair of Her high heels for an audience of unknown numbers.

“Slave D, bring one of those heels close to the camera and slowly deep throat it for us,” one of the audience members commanded. Her voice was incredibly sexy, provocative and she spoke with confidence. A big turn on for me. I nodded my head eagerly to recognise that I’d received the order.

“Good slaves say thank you when they’re told what to do. Mistress K tells us that you’re a good, willing slave. You can refer to me as Ma’am until Mistress K tells you otherwise.”

“Thank you, Ma’am” I replied as I shuffled across the floor with the spiked heel in hand.

“Very good, but before you begin I’d like for you to get a vibrator out of Mistress K’s toy drawer. Quickly, you don’t have much time to complete this one. Get the vibrator, get back down on the floor close to the phone and ask for permission to continue.”

“Yes Ma’am,” was my reply as I scrambled to my feet. I reached into the toy drawer and found a small soft vibrator then returned to the lush carpeted floor. Before I settled myself into position my next instruction came through via the video call.

“Spread your knees apart and hold that vibrator onto your balls. Turn it on then deep throat that heel as if it was a juicy pink sissy cock. Slowly take every inch in your mouth. When I say slowly I mean exactly that. Seduce us with your whore mouth. Tongue that heel like it’s my girl cock sinking deeper and deeper into your throat. I want you to suck the cum right out of it and feel it dripping down your face. But most importantly, and I can’t stress this enough, you do NOT have permission to cum. You may begin.”

I still had no idea who was giving me the instructions, but I was in no position to question anything. I had a task to complete and I was going to give it my all.

As I spread my knees apart on the floor and turned the vibrator on a few noises from the phone piqued my interest. Glancing up from my submissive position I noticed lights occasionally flashing on the screen revealing 3 figures. A split second later the faces plunged back into darkness. Stop getting distracted and get on with your task.

Taking the spiked stiletto heel in my right hand I opened my mouth and delicately flicked my tongue over the tip whilst my left hand pressed the vibrating cock against my swollen balls. I let out a moaning gasp as the vibrations sent a swift injection of pleasure up my aching testicles into my imprisoned shaft. My noises evoked a united giggle from the watching crowd.

“Are you suffering, slave D?” Mistress K questioned. I nodded sincerely and continued with my task. Touching the tip of my tongue against the tip of the glossy heel I evocatively edged it slowly up the shaft. Oh…so…slowly. Edging my way millimetre at a time until I reached the arched pitch point before carefully working my way back down. I repeated the process once more then, without hesitation, puffed out my chest, arched my back and neck, then took the heel deep into my mouth until the whole length was penetrating deep inside my throat. I held it in place for a few seconds then locked my lips around the stiletto, sucking it tenderly as I pulled it smoothly out of my mouth.

“That’s fucking hot,” one of the audiance members proclaimed. This didn’t help me at all. The vibrator still being held firmly against my balls and the exciting compliment from the woman watching only got me more worked up, to a point I started to feel pre-cum oozing out of the end of my cage. The first drip fell on my finger and I knew I was in real trouble. Fortunately I was about to be saved.

“Stop Slave D,” Mistress K demanded. “Turn off the vibrator and put it on the bed. Place my heels neatly together under the bed then go downstairs and kneel on the floor in front of the door in the hallway. You have two minutes.” Mistress K didn’t give me any time to reply as the screen on my phone went black and the video call ended.

Getting to my feet suddenly became a challenge. My legs ached after my run earlier and it took a moment to gain my balance. As soon as I felt stable on my feet I picked up both heels and placed them neatly together under the bed then threw the vibrator on top of our duvet. The sound of a car engine coming down our street slowed outside before coming to a halt. A door opened and I heard people talking as they stepped out of the car.

I vaulted down the stairs from the first floor and quickly knelt down on the wooden floor clasping my hands behind my back and lowering my gaze to the floor. Then…silence. Nothing. The house was eerily quiet and there was no sound coming from outside. The seconds ticked away. A bead of sweat dripped onto my chest from under the latex hood and began working its way down my naked body towards my chastity cage. Another droplet of water fell on my back and trickled down between my trembling arse cheeks.

The seconds ticked by and nothing happened. 1 minute passed, then another. My mind started to find focus then raced with the possibilities. I started to piece moments together. The flashing lights on the video. Were they from the inside of a club, or maybe street lights illuminating the group as a car passed them? I soon got my answer.

A car engine revved then slowed before coming to a stop outside the house. Lights flashed through the glass pane in our front door. A door opened and I heard voices again outside. This time they got closer, and closer, and closer, then silence once again. The silhouette of a person appeared in the frosted glass window in front of me. A key engaged with the door lock and it swung open. Three figures stood together peering inside at me.

Thanks very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed part 2 of this story. Read part 3 here.