Chastity and FemDom Tasks List Story - Part 3

This is part 3 of our chastity and FemDom tasks story. If you've missed the original part of the story you can read part one here. 

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

A number of years ago Mistress K and I attended a Halloween party with vanilla friends. Everyone got dressed up and made a real effort. The host had turned their house into a modern day haunted house with decorations everywhere and great food. It was a lovely evening and we met some nice new people. Why am I telling you this you may ask?

Part way through the evening I was standing in the hallway making small talk with a couple I’d met that evening. The conversation we were having eludes me, but that’s not important. What is important is what happened next.

The front door flew open and in stepped a powerhouse of a woman. A true Goddess in every sense. She was adorned in leather and looked every bit the divine beauty that turned heads with each step that she took. My jaw dropped and I completely spaced out from the conversation that was taking place around me. My eyes fixated as she strutted confidently towards then past me without so much as making eye contact or recognising my existence. Her leather knee high 7” heeled boots mesmerised me as they click-clacked on the hardwood hallway floor.

If you’d asked me at that moment what she looked like I couldn’t tell you. My brain turned to mush and my mouth instantly became dry. Did that just happen? Was I dreaming? Was this conversation so boring that I’d just magiced up a scenario that felt so real my body was reacting in uncontrollable ways? No, it was real, but it was an hour later that this was verified.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. How appropriate. Do you need to slow down with the alcohol sweetheart?” Mistress K asked as she appeared by my side.

“Am I imagining things or did a leather clad woman walk in about an hour ago?” I questioned. Mistress K smirked at me and pulled me away from the other guests.

“Have you not met Mistress A before? Of course, you missed that event a few months ago. She came to the mansion house event back in August and we were introduced then. I’m sure that I mentioned that to you. See, this is what happens when you work all the time. You should get out a little more,” she said with a wink. “I almost didn’t recognise her. To be fair she was wearing a lot fewer clothes at that one and spent much of the evening strap-on fucking a delightful young pup in the play room. Beautiful isn’t she?” I tried my level best to nod casually but failed miserably, obviously showing an eagerness that Mistress K picked up on immediately.

“Would you like for me to introduce you?” she teased. I shook and lowered my head. “OK, well let me know if you change your mind.” With that she turned and walked towards a group of people having a particularly heated conversation about which horror movie they deemed to be the best.

The party continued. The Monster Mash played through the stereo speakers, fake blood spurted out of the creatively assembled costume one attendee had obviously spent a lot of time constructing, and more people arrived having attended other events throughout the night. The music got louder and the lights started to dim. Flashing colourful LED strips illuminated every room on the ground floor of the house.

I stepped outside for a cigarette. The moment I closed the door the drop in temperature hit me. I lit the cigarette and shivered a little in the cool courtyard. I didn’t hear the door behind me open but I did hear it close. I spun around and standing in front of me was the mystery woman. The tall heels she was wearing elevated her diminutive height so that she was able to look me straight in the eye. She wore a sleeveless black leather catsuit that showed off her toned arms and slender figure. Her hair draped around her shoulders and her enormous perky breasts stretched the soft smooth material. A cat ears headband completed her outfit.

“Good evening,” I managed, taken aback by her insatiable beauty.

“It is isn’t it slave D,” she replied. I was dumbfounded. She knew who I was.

“Surprised? Don’t be. Mistress K’s told me all about you. I’m sure we’ll bump into each other at some point soon in the future.” And with that she strode confidently across the courtyard and disappeared into the night, her arse cheeks bouncing in the tight leather with each stride. I was completely thrown off guard and didn’t have a chance to reply. That was the first and last time I saw her, until now.

The cold night air hit me as I sat kneeling on the hallway floor, 3 silhouettes peering down at me from between the door frame. The first figure to step forward was Mistress K. Her peep toe heels clicked on the floor as she walked towards me.

“Come in ladies,” she said with a welcoming tone. “Welcome to my home. Please make yourselves comfortable. There’s wine in the fridge. I’ll go and get some glasses filled. You may do with him what you will. He’s all yours.” Mistress K took a few more steps then knelt down next to me and whispered in my ear.

“Both of these ladies have full permission to use you in any way they wish. They’ve both read your list of limits so know what you can take. Have fun, you’ve done well today. Tomorrow you’ll finish the tasks list and I’ll determine if you’ve earned my permission to cum. No cumming tonight. Do so and they’ll tell me. You know what I’m capable of if you disobey me.” She leaned in, kissed me on the side of my hood and rose back up to walk into our kitchen and begin pouring some drinks.

The second woman walked straight past me into the kitchen, her shiny silver stilettos tapping on the floor. She closed the door behind her and started talking to Mistress K.

Woman number three took one step forwards and closed the front door. The warmth of the house quickly comforted me once the swirling wind was once again locked outside.

“I told you that we’d bump into each other again. Granted, I didn’t expect it to take quite so long.” I raised my head and the pounding of my heart inside my chest could have been heard half way down the street.

The Goddess stood before me was the woman who caught my breath years before. She wore a long black leather coat with a zipper that stopped half way down the middle. Beneath the coat from my lowly position I could see a short leather skirt, fishnet stockings held up by a suspender belt and leather platform high heels with a shiny metal spiked heel. She towered over me, the hallway light circling her head like a halo. Her dark flowing hair again cascaded around her shoulders and the subtle red lipstick she wore completed the look. I was immediately besotted. She took a large expensive looking designer handbag off her shoulder and placed it on the floor in front of me before bending down in front of it. The bag immediately drew my attention.

“This bitch comes prepared, Slave D. I’ve known for a while that this would be happening tonight. Mistress K informs me that this will be quite the surprise for you. Did you know I was coming?”

“No,” I softly replied.

“Speak up slut!” she barked. I trembled with fear and heard giggles coming from the kitchen.

“No I didn’t,” I managed to blurt out.

“Good. You will address me as Mistress A. You will follow my every instruction to the letter and will perform any task I demand of you without hesitating. I know the safe words that you use with Mistress K and the same will apply with me. Do you understand slave D?”

“Yes Mistress A,” I mumbled, still coming to the realisation that this was actually happening. Mistress A reached under my chin, gripped my jaw between her fingertips and raised my face so that I was looking right into her sparkling eyes. She reached into one of her coat pockets and pulled something out. Her balled hand came up close to my face and she opened her fingers to reveal my cock cage key on Mistress K’s necklace sat in the palm of her hand. The silver key glistened in the light. My whole body shook. I felt a pulsating sensation in my legs, bum cheeks and caged cock.

“Open the zip on my bag,” she ordered, her voice stern, commanding, controlling, refined. This, ladies and gentleman, was, as I was soon to find out, a woman who has incredible confidence in her ability and the skill set to back it up.

As I carefully slid the zip from one end to the other she released her grip on my face, undid the clasp on the necklace and placed it around her own neck. Control had temporarily been passed and I couldn’t have been more thrilled. She noticed my gaze move directly to the swinging key, which now sat on top of her ample tits. They are huge and acted like a shelf at that moment for my chastity cage key.

“I didn’t give you permission to look at my tits did I slave D? Some might think that’s quite rude. It’s lucky for you that I think my tits are spectacular. Maybe you’ll get a close up look at them later if I decide to smother you with them. Seeing you try to gasp for air when I cover your mouth and nose with my soft pillow tits, your hands tied firmly behind your back. No way to move me. Merciless to stop me taking away your ability to breathe. Seeing your eyes start to roll back in your head before giving you a tiny slither of hope. That’s the level of control I want with my subs slave D and tonight that’s exactly what you are. You’re mine. All mine. No-one is going to help you. I’ll do what I want to and with you.

“Thank you, Mistress A,” I keenly beamed. This was going to be fun. She smiled and bit her lip. My cock pulsated inside the secure chastity cage. Let the games begin.

Her hand rummaged around inside the bag and pulled out a long metal leash. She clipped it onto my collar then stood up tall above me. I felt so small in her presence. For her petite height she knew exactly how to make me feel like a pathetic and insignificant creature beneath her heeled foot. A slave to her every order. A duty I would take very seriously.

“Come,” she demanded and tugged at the leash while she began to ascend the stairs. I crawled on my hands and knees up the stairs behind her, that jiggly arse bringing back memories from years ago when I saw her leave the party. Upon reaching the top of the stairs Mistress A turned sharply right and walked me into the bedroom I share with Mistress K. It quickly became apparent that she’d been here before and knew exactly where she was going. As I scuttled across the soft red bedroom carpet she turned abruptly and put her finger out indicating for me to stop. I did as I was told. She closed the door behind me then sat down on the bed, her hand still firmly gripping the leash.

“What do you know about me slave D?” she asked after a few moments of silence.

“I don’t know anything Mistress A,” I truthfully responded. Mistress K hadn’t mentioned anything about Mistress A since we saw her at the Halloween party.

“Good.” A long pink soft fluffy feather was the next thing to appear from Mistress A’s bag. My whole body settled and relaxed. All of the nervous tension I felt dissipated. I felt my shoulders relax and my full, aching balls dropped a little. Without releasing it I spread my knees and rested my open palms on my thighs. We locked eyes and I smiled. She smiled back. It was a beautiful moment.

“Let me know how this feels,” she purred as the long feather tickled my exposed shoulders down my arms into my hands. I let out a giggle and she responded with a beaming grin. It moved down between my legs and she let out a playful laugh seeing me close my eyes and enjoy the feeling.

“You were expecting me to go hard on you weren’t you? I get that. A bad ass bitch comes sauntering into your house dripping in leather and you immediately think the worst. I’ve seen it happen so many times before. Don’t worry, I’m not upset. Mistress K told me earlier that you’ve had your cock locked for a while now and you have some tasks to complete this weekend to earn your release. How are you getting on so far?”

“Quite well I think,” I responded between excited moans as the feather brushed the insides of my thighs.

“Well done you. Do you remember what tasks you’ve got left? Maybe we can complete one or two tonight to help you get them all done.” I was in shock. Genuinely thrown out of sync. This divine domina was offering to help me achieve an orgasm. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face.

“I need to go for a run in the morning with a remote control shock ring around my cock, douche my arsehole a number of times until I’m clean, half an hour of edging on the spanking bench, 15 minutes of CBT and a few other things.”

“OK. That sounds tough. I can’t help with the running, that’s on you to do tomorrow. I could make the edging a little easy on you and the CBT might be fun. Your balls must be ready to burst, so some light CBT to get you through that one can be done. Have you douched today to make it easier on you tomorrow?”

“Yes Mistress A. I did it a few times earlier in case Mistress K wanted to use my hole later.”

“Aren’t you a good boy? OK, let me go and talk with Mistress K and I’ll see if she’s happy for me to take on any of the tasks or if she wants this to avoid any of them. Won’t be a moment,” she said as she stood up and stroked the top of my hood on the way to the door. As the door opened and closed behind her I stretched my arms up above my head and started quietly laughing. I couldn’t help it. I’d entirely misread the situation and, honestly, can you blame me? This was going to be an intimate evening of soft domination and I was really looking forward to it. I heard steps coming back up the stairs then outside the bedroom door as it opened and closed again.

“Good news. Mistress K says that we’re allowed to tick some of those tasks off your list if I permit it. Do you have any soft mats that we can put down on the floor to cover the carpet? I tend to make abit of a mess when I get excited,” she excitedly divulged.

“Well, the soft wipe clean rubber mats we have are in the basement dungeon. We could go down there if you’d prefer?”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Carry my bag down for me slave. That’s a good boy,” she said as I lifted the bag and she led me by the leash out of the bedroom and down to the basement dungeon room.

I’d recently completed some additions to our basement dungeon and it was as clean and tidy as it had ever been since we moved into the house. I fixed the floor, which was now covered in robust dark wooden click together panels. The floors were painted all black, as requested by Mistress K, and spot lights installed that subtly illuminated the space more in certain areas. These included the wall with our St. Andrews cross resting near it, a spanking bench and an open area where Mistress K likes to practise rope play. A metal crank hoist was screwed to one wall and the suspension winch hung over the same rope play space. Heavy wooden free standing stocks stood in one corner besides a large leather chair. A few cabinets containing toys and other implements were set back into one wall to maximise the space. I was quite thrilled once the work had been completed and I was now being led into the warm and comfortable room.

“Perfect. That’s exactly what I had in mind,” Mistress A proclaimed pointing to the rubber mats covering the floor in the rope play area. “Go and kneel comfortably on the mats,” she said as she unclipped the leash from my collar and took her bag from me. Her exquisite leather coat swished as she walked over to the large cabinets containing an array of toys and dropped her bag onto a side table. As I dropped down to my knees the ache from my run earlier re-emerged. Nothing too serious. Just a reminder that I needed to stretch properly the following day before doing it again.

“Well, well. Don’t we have quite the collection. I love the look of some of this,” she squealed like a kid at Christmas. It was adorable and my heart melted a little.

“And look at that. What a stunningly beautiful spanking bench, and the St Andrews cross! Lushious. Right, so many ideas are coming to my mind right now. This is very exciting. I’ll be with you in a few minutes. I just need to get some kit out and we can begin.”

I’d honestly never felt so relaxed and calm before going into a play session. Mistress A had put my body and mind at complete ease. I was almost floating at that point. I think my swollen balls were dictating a lot of my thoughts at that stage and they were very glad of the torturous restbite.

“You know it’s a while since I’ve restrained anyone. I think this looks fun,” she gleefully exclaimed, taking a short chain with 3 clips on it from the cabinet. There was 1 snap clip at the top and two at the bottom at the end of two smaller chain links either side. I could see her pulling out a pair of soft leather cuffs, a leather eye mask and a leather gag with a short dildo on the inside, both of which would attach to the buckles on my hood. She twiddled the mouth gag in her hands and turned to me, biting her lip seductively.

“You’d suck a cock for me wouldn’t you slave D?”

“Willingly, Mistress A,” I responded with a wide smile on my face.

She picked up the kit and floated over to me, effortlessly planting her high heels into the floor and making each step look smooth and easy. Without saying another word she skillfully strapped the cuffs to my wrists, spun my collar round so that the D-ring was at the back and snapped the first clip into the ring. The cuffs were then attached to the other clips immobilising my arms behind my back. One side of the eye mask and dildo mouth gag were strapped into place and she took a step back to look at me. I playfully struggled in my restraints and smiled. She turned towards the wall, looked down at me and giggled again. This time my cock and balls twitched out of sheer joy. Maintaining eye contact the whole time she took two steps towards the wall and started to turn the metal crank on the wall. Interesting. What was she up to?

The metallic mechanism turning pierced the near silence in the room. The end of the winch slowly descended from the ceiling and rested behind me. Mistress A came over to me, rested her hands on my shoulders and in one effortless motion spun me around to face a wall with a full length mirror hanging on it. I could now see her behind me attaching the winch clip to the base of the chain next to the cuffs. My heart beat began to very steadily climb as I watched her slide her hands around my sides and over my naked chest. Her smooth leather coat pressed against my restrained arms then her hands slowly crept down to my thighs. I moaned and I saw her smile in the mirror. As her hand edged closer to my caged cock my legs quivered. Suddenly she stopped, stood up and walked towards the door.

I didn’t want to ruin the surprise, if there was one coming, so I closed my eyes and listened to whatever sounds were coming from the room around me. A few clicks of her high heels on the wooden floor, a shuffle or two, but nothing too distinct. Moments later I felt her hand on my shoulder from behind. I opened my eyes.

Mistress A had removed her leather coat and skirt. She wore a stunning black leather overbust corset with tight lacing at the back and thick adjustable straps across her shoulders. A black and red suspender belt held up her seamed fishnet stockings with a black band around the top of each. A lacy thong cut between her peachy arse cheeks. The 7” platform heels accentuated the length of her very athletic toned legs. The picture of perfection.

“What do you think?” she asked as she spun on the spot behind me, her reflection in the mirror doing nothing to temper my caged cock, which was now desperately trying to escape from its cage through force.

“Looks like you’re struggling there, sweet slave D. Can I help at all?” she said as she sauntered up behind me again. I dropped my head out of frustration knowing anything I said would only harm my potential reward from Mistress K.

“No thank you Mistress A,” I finally blurted after taking a moment to compose myself.

“You’re frustrated. I get it. Me too,” she said with a sigh and dropped her head to my shoulder. She very lightly kissed my shoulder then stood up stroking her smooth fingertips across the top of my arms.

“Want to know why I’m frustrated slave D?” she asked, almost sounding sad.

“Please tell me, Mistress A,” I nearly begged. She stood behind me looking at me chained up on the floor then locked eyes with me in the mirror. She then very casually picked up the end of the dildo mouth gag, pushed it forcefully into my mouth then strapped it in place. At no point during this did she break eye contact. It was over in around 10 seconds. The rubber cock filled my mouth and I clenched down on it, more out of complete surprise than anything else.

“I asked you earlier this evening what you knew about me. You said nothing. Instead of asking me about myself, you said nothing.”

The mood in the room had completely changed. She now looked deadly serious. The fun, playful demeanour vanished. A started to sweat.

“Seeing as you didn’t ask, let me tell you. I’m a sadist. I love to make men, and women, crumble, cry, scream, beg and hurt for my pleasure. It’s what gets me wet. You can see that I’m a small, young, beautiful woman. People have underestimated me all my life because of this. They all misjudge me and quickly find out how vicious I can be. I hope for your sake that you aren’t just another toy that thinks this is going to be an easy night of slap and tickle. This bitch has been waiting a while to play with you and you better believe I’m going to make the most of it.”

The moment she stopped speaking Mistress A grabbed the end of the eye mask, pulled it across my eyes and my whole world plunged into darkness. She fastened the buckle and I was now unable to see, talk, move freely due to the restraints and my breathing was now restricted. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!!

“Just one more thing to keep you thinking,” I heard her say just before she placed a pair of ear defenders over my head and secured them firmly over my ears. I could hear my heart beat at this point and it was racing.

Poor slave D. Looks like he's in for quite an evening!

Thanks very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed part 3 of this story. There's a lot more to come.

Want to see what happens next? You can read part 4 right now!