Chastity and FemDom Tasks List Story - Part 4

This is part 4 of our chastity and FemDom tasks multi-part story. Missed the previous parts and want to start at the beginning? Please go back and read part one here. 

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

My breathing got louder and louder, more and more intense as the small nostril holes in my latex hood tried to pull in what little oxygen I could. A state of panic had set in and everything that I tried to do to nullify the fear only made it worse. I needed to calm my breathing and relax, but it was much easier said than done as my trembling knees pressed steadfast into the rubber mat below me.

A small rush of wind quickly dissipated almost as quickly as it brushed across my bare chest. I didn’t know if a fan had temporarily been turned on or if I was starting to hallucinate. Mistress A was fucking with my emotions, both physically and mentally. I had no idea what to expect next.

Very slowly my arms began to raise involuntarily behind my back, which pushed my masked face into the mat flooring. She’d turned the metal crank and the hoist was raising up steadily, which pushed me firmly down, my arse hole fully exposed by the time she stopped. I waited with baited breath for an impact on my fluttering cheeks, but nothing happened. Again, silence. Patience is a virtue and I’m the furthest you can get from that. This was torture, or so I thought. The reality was that this was the beginning of a play session the likes I had never experienced before, or since.

I lost track of time. Was I positioned there for 2 minutes, 5 minutes, 15 minutes? I honestly couldn’t tell you. My mind raced uncontrollably, my stomach contorted and my legs had the stability of a newborn calf trying to walk for the first time.

The feeling of thick, cold, harsh steel pushing into my gapping arsehole caused me to reactively bite down hard on the dildo gag. It kept sinking deeper and deeper inside me, dribbles of wet lubricant spattering onto my cheeks as she forced it as far it would go. The anal hook that she’d just penetrated me with was then hooked to my collar via a small taught metal chain. The sensation, unexpected as it was, felt incredible. Both of my holes were now stuffed and I knew my cock would be leaking onto the floor between my legs. To add further torment to the situation Mistress A briefly held a vibrator against the metal hook, which pulsated all the way down to my prostate. I writhed and moaned euphorically. Fuck this felt good. Not for long.

A sweet, floral aroma flooded my nasal passages. A delightful smell that calmed me for a moment. A note of vanilla. A hint of cinnamon. I felt relaxed, then the first hot droplet of candle wax dripped down the inside of my arse cheek, closely followed by another on the other cheek. Instinctively I jerked forwards, but the metal chains put a quick end to any further movements I might have considered. Strong, tight bondage would ensure that I took everything that Mistress A dished out to me. Not being able to hear or see when the next dribble would come heightened the experience intensely.

One drop, two drops, three drops…then a longer pour that coated a larger area of my wildly twerking butt. This process repeated, but with the addition of a second candle so that she could cover both cheeks at once. The hot stinging from the wax dulled, but was quickly replaced once a new spot hit my skin. The constant pain was deviously delicious and relentless. Once my cheeks were covered I felt her shift and drip more wax onto my shoulders and down the small exposed part of my back that wasn’t covered by a chain. I tried to cry out as the sensation got more and more severe, but I was screaming into a black hole. No-one was coming to help me. Endure and serve this sadistic Goddess. That’s what mattered right now.

Mistress A turned her attention briefly to the soles of my feet. I’d never had wax poured on them before and this drew what little breath I was able to muster to withstand the pain. It was brutal, cruel and unrelenting. My synapses were working overtime and firing at a rate I couldn’t process quickly enough. Just when I didn’t think it could get worse, it did.

Then she introduced the cane.

Tap.

Tap.

Thwack.

I’ve not felt pain like it. She began with a few tame taps then turned the intensity dial up to 11. Starting with the ball of my foot she attacked the hard wax with the cane, steadily moving higher towards my heel. Flecks of wax bounced everywhere as the vicious metal cane impacted with it. Tears welled in my eyes and I began sobbing mercilessly. In an attempt to mollify the pain I bounced my toes with the little elevation I could achieve, but this was immediately cut short when Mistress A used her considerable strength to clamp down my ankle with her free hand. All I could do was to bite down and ride it out.

Mistress A wielded that cane and administered the beating on my feet that she knew would harm my chances of completing the task the following day. How could I recover from this? The simple answer is that she did not care one bit. This was her night and achieving my target mattered not to her. After a savage beating on both feet all of the wax had been removed and she stopped, the warm wax covering my ass, shoulders and back stuck fast.

Removing her tight grip from my ankle, Mistress A vanished again. Still I could hear nothing due to the ear defenders locking me in a prison inside my head. Nothing but my own thoughts and emotions to keep me company, and right now they were all out of sorts. Even if I had the ability to speak, the words would come up completely garbled.

Tension began to subside, but not in my stomach or muscles. The winch holding up my arms started to relax and my wrists dropped with each turn until they rested against my smarting back. Some minor relief before the next thing that Mistress A had in store for me.

Using her impressive strength Mistress A pulled my ankles wide apart and attached a leather cuff to each. A metal spreader bar was then fixed in place between them. Next, she lifted my head from the floor so that I was now vertical, clipped the end of a metal pole to my collar and the other end to the middle of the spreader bar. My arms were still locked behind my back and the metal pole now held me upright, my caged cock on full display. As I tried to adjust my body position she tugged on the chain holding the anal hook in place, which made it press even harder on my prostate. I tried to moan, but the gag muffled every noise I made.

Lights. Brightness. I squinted to allow my eyes to adjust more quickly to the room. Mistress A had undone the buckle on my hood and the eye mask now flopped to the other side. It took me a while, but my eyes readjusted to the dungeon room to see Mistress A stood in front of me. She no longer wore the leather strapped corset. It had been replaced by a black and red leather waspie corset covering her midriff and a black shiny PVC bra.

Leaning in close to me her enormous tits filled my eye line. I didn’t know where to look. She snatched the ear defenders off my head and my senses went berserk. I could now hear Mistress K moaning in the background, though I couldn’t see her. I could pick those noises out from anywhere. She must have come in at some point, though what she was doing to make those noises was a complete mystery.

“Looking at my tits again, slave D?” she questioned. The smile had gone. The playful attitude…gone. I thought honesty was probably the best policy at this point. I didn’t dare to lie or pretend otherwise. I nodded pathetically. She said nothing. She just stared into my eyes.

“It looks like you’ve been crying. Have I made you cry slave D?” I nodded again, but couldn’t lower my head in shame thanks to the bar attached to my collar fixing me in place. My response brought an instant disarming smile to her face.

“I told you sniffling, suffering slaves make me wet. What do you think Slave D. Do you think you’ve made my pussy wet seeing you squirm when I used my cane on you? It’s going to take a little more for that, but I’ve just the thing in mind to get me there,” she said with a villainous grin. I suddenly noticed that she was playing with my chastity cage key in her hand. Without a moment of hesitation she reached down between my legs and I flinched. This appeared to amuse Mistress A, who ignored my movement and engaged the key into my lock.

“Let’s get you out of this cage. You’ve been locked up so long. Surely you’ve earned a little release,” she continued as she slid the lock out of the cage and held it in her hand.

“The decision is yours slave D. Shall I take the cage off you?” I froze. I desperately wanted her to take the cage off me, but was this another trap? What would the punishment be if I gave the wrong reply? A massive head fuck.

“I mean, if you don’t want me to take it off you just need to shake your head,” she pressed as she put the lock back against the side of the cock cage. Again, I froze. Clueless, my head floating.

“OK, I’ll make the decision for you. I want to take it off and give you a break from your cage. I think it’s only fair considering the foot torture I just put you through. Let's consider it a little reward for good behaviour.” Frozen stiff. My body didn’t react at all. Like a stone statue I remained in position with no reply, until a tear leaked from my eye and rolled down the outside of my glossy latex mask.

“You’re welcome,” she purred, scooping up the tear with a finger tip and licking it with the tip of her tongue. A loud groan caught our attention and Mistress A turned around. Over her shoulder I could see Mistress K sat on the leather chair with the other woman who had arrived back with her earlier. Mistress K had lost the red dress she went out in and was now wearing a black lingerie set and the same peep toe heels that showed off her black painted nails. She had a firm grip on the long blonde hair of the other woman, who sat on her knees at her feet, also still wearing the silver stilettos that she’d arrived in. The woman was completely naked except for the heels, a nipple clamp chain attached and Mistress K was face fucking this yelping woman through a metal o-ring gag. I’d assumed that all three of the women were dominants, but this lady was in fact a switch and, on this particular evening, had asked Mistress K if she’d take her home and rail her into submission. As the old saying goes, it’s not what you know, it’s who you know.

“She looks like she’s having fun,” Mistress A beamed, a filthy grin widening on her face. “Are you feeling left out slave D? Come here, let me give you a cuddle and make you feel better.” The insatiable domina stood up and leaned her ample tits towards my face. I tried to turn my head so that I could rest my head on them, but Mistress A forced my nose between her soft breasts, cutting off the last source of oxygen I had left. I flapped around and struggled, but this only made her hold me tighter. She released her grasp for a second so that I could inhale deeply then pressed me close into her again. My wrists and ankles thrashed against the cuffs desperately trying to find some way to break free, but to no avail. My attempts to scream were futile. Her spectacular tits were going to drain me of life and there was seemingly nothing I could do to stop it.

“I did tell you that I was going to take your breath away. Weren’t you listening? You were ogling my tits at the time. Maybe you should have paid attention a little more to what I was saying. It’s OK slave D, it will all be over soon.” With that she held me firm for a few seconds longer then released her grip. She raised my head with her hand and looked into my eyes.

“That look that you’re giving me right there. That look. That makes me wet,” she said and, with her free hand, reached down between her legs, closed her eyes, slipped her finger inside her thong and delicately rubbed her engorged clit. I could feel my cock get erect, the sight of this divine Mistress pleasuring herself was too much for me to control myself. My balls got more and more sensitive by the second, a symptom of being locked for the last 5 days and the rigorous teasing I’d experienced earlier that day.

“Oh this feels so good. My finger circling my clit, seeing you suffer for me. I’m guessing that you’d like to taste me wouldn’t you? What a shame that your mouth is stuffed full of cock and there’s no way for me to get my wet finger in your mouth. I could let you smell me, but you’ve just had your nose covered with my tits and I want you to get plenty of air into your lungs so that we can start again. Poor you. Some of my most dedicated slaves haven’t been given the pleasure of tasting me after years of continuous service to me. What makes you think you’re special?” As she shifted on her heels the tip of my now fully erect cock brushed against Mistress A’s fishnets. She looked down at her leg.

“Not only did I not give you permission to get hard, it also looks like your pathetic cock has smeared pre-cum on my new fishnets.” A split second after she finished talking the enraged female dominant slapped me hard across the face, undid the buckle holding the mouth gag in place and yanked it out of my mouth. A thick stream of drool stretched from my gasping lips to the tip of the dildo, which Mistress A covered in my pre-cum with her fingers before forcing it back into my mouth.

“Slaves always clean up all of their mess. Always,” she reiterated. She looked down at my hard dick, grabbed my testicles in a vice like grip and slapped the head of my uncut throbbing cock four or five times. The pain immediately brought more tears to my eyes and I wailed, my attempt to diminish the agony drawing supportive enthusiastic cries from Mistress K, who was now toying with her own submissive by adding some weights to the chain between the nipple clamps.

Mistress A rose up and placed her twinkling metal heel next to my shaft. I could barely see, the tears in my eyes blurring my vision.

“How far down your urethra do you think I could push this heel into you slave D? It’s a 7 inch heel, so if it goes all the way in at least we’ll know for sure. No need for guess work.” She lifted her heel and placed the tip on the tip of my cock. Skillfully, she circled the tip of the heel around my tip without inserting it. Mistress K has sounded my cock before, but there was no preparation or lube involved here. The implications of this going wrong were huge, but Mistress A clearly knew this and teased me with the thought. Don’t misunderstand me here, I was petrified of her plunging that heel inside my cock and how far she might penetrate me.

“No, I’ve got something else for you,” she beamed. Seeing her heel hit the floor should have allayed my fears, but the swift kick she gave to my quivering balls with the point of her shoe nearly made me pass out. I was instantly winded and tried desperately to suck in any air that I could through the tiny holes in my hood. My stomach felt like a huge open void that suddenly cramped up into a teensy ball. Mistress K looked over at me and smiled as I panted. She was leading her sub girl towards the wooden stocks.

Our wooden stocks has two layers to it; one just below head height and one just below waist height. Mistress K has used both of these to train me taking her cock anally and orally without the ability to move.

Her metal heels clicked on the floor and Mistress A returned, this time carrying a cigarette lighter and a small box containing an array of different coloured candles. She put it on the floor and picked out a thin candle from the box. With both the lighter and candle in hand the devious sadist got onto her knees and tickled my still smarting balls. Again my cock twitched and bulged, blood rushing through the shaft making me rock hard in a fully vertical position.

“Good. I see that you haven’t lost any of that erection. I figure that if it’s going to be here and in the way I might as well make use of it,” she whispered. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to keep this a secret from Mistress K, but her finger tips very gently began to stroke my euphoric cock. Up and down then circling her thumb over my head. It drove me wild. This felt so, so good. I got a little concerned that I might see some pre-cum on her as she massaged my tip, but it was all over before it happened. She stopped short abruptly.

“Seeing as you enjoyed the wax play earlier so much, let's play a game. We can both see that your cock is rock hard, and that gives me a little idea. I’m going to place the bottom end of this candle into your cock then light it. If you maintain that erection the wax is going to drip down the candle, sting the head of your cock then close your hole shut when it dries. No more cumming for you.” My eyes darted from hers to my cock, which she now grabbed in one hand. Exactly as she’d described, the bottom end of the candle, which had a sterilised metal cover on it, was very slowly pushed into my urethral orifice and lit with the cigarette lighter.

“Look at me slave D,” she ordered. “I want you to keep looking at me for the next 5 minutes. You’re not to look down at your cock or I’ll make this worse for you. Do you understand", she said but in a very quick moment of weakness I did look down at the glowing candle.

“Couldn’t even last 5 seconds. Typical man,” she growled and blew out the candle. “OK, if you can’t follow orders I’ll make it harder for you until you learn.” While Mistress A got up to collect something from the cabinet I watched Mistress K lock the blonde haired sub into the lower stocks, her head and wrists locked in place. Mistress K pushed a comfortable looking soft pad below her knees, which she was resting on. Just as Mistress K forced her long pink silicone cock inside this slave girls mouth again Mistress A returned with a small black box with a velcro strap attached to it in her hand.

“Have you used one of these before slave D? I’m particularly fond of it. I use it regularly on any of my slaves who disobey me. It doesn’t happen often and I can assure you that they don’t repeat the same mistake again. This little device will teach you a lesson that you’re sure to never forget. She leant into me and strapped the little black box around my balls. I could feel what I thought were little bits of metal digging slightly into my testicles. They were in fact metal prongs, and I soon found out why they were there.

“Let’s try this again shall we. This time you’ll follow my orders and if I sense that you’re feeling inclined to look down at your cock I’ll press this button,” she said pointing to a button on the side of a little remote. “Let me just test it to make sure it’s working.” Before she finished the last word her thumb pressed down on the button.

Zaaaaaaap

“Oh good. It looks like it’s working perfectly,” the sadistic beauty quipped. The small box attached to my balls came to life, an electrical current surging through them instantly. My neck jerked forwards pulling on the anal hook. Nasty, evil bitch! I was quite glad to have the gag in as the words that would have cascaded out of my mouth at that moment would surely have earned me a full castration.

“Remember. Five minutes. You’re to keep your eyes fixed on me for a full five minutes. If I even think you’re going to look down, well, you know what will happen. Zappy zappy,” she mocked. She picked the cigarette lighter up and relit the candle then sat back on the floor, her legs slightly apart.

“Now what I really should do in this situation is let your cock get soft so that the wax doesn’t drip down onto you, but what fun would that be. No, instead, and this usually goes against my expectation that all cocks should be locked in a cage and only released when I want them to pleasure me, I’m willing to let you get hard and stay hard. It’s OK slave D, I’m here to help you maintain that erection.”

I could see a tiny plume of smoke come up from the lit candle and the heat close to my body. I didn’t know when the wax was going to drip down, but it was almost inevitable. Mistress A was adamant that she was going to make this happen, but really I was doing it to myself. A cunning and tormenting predicament.

With my eyes unflinchingly locked to hers she lifted her heels and dug them into my thighs just as the first drop of wax stung my shaft. A miniscule twitch in my legs as the tip of her heel bored into my skin flicted a drop of wax from the top of the candle. Remain calm. No sudden movements and try to think of things to soften your cock. I closed my eyes to focus.

Zaaaaaaap

This time a few drops of wax landed on the head of my cock. The pain was immediate and continued as the hot wax savagely attacked my nerve endings.

“Eyes on me,” the evil dominatrix demanded, her tone very stern and authoritative. “Close your eyes again and I’ll press this button twice in quick succession.” As my eyes bulged, feeling the burning pain on the head of my cock, the petite queen stroked her breasts and licked her red lips. Seducing me with her perfect body was her intention and, well, it hooked me in and my cock throbbed. I’m not sure if what happened next was purely a tactic to keep me hard or if she did this with her other slaves, but Mistress A arched her back and slid her finger from her breast down inside her thong. Her finger was clearly visible, shrouded by the small underwear, then it disappeared inside her. She started to penetrate herself, stopped, then slid another finger inside.

Drop, drop, drop. Droplets of scorching wax landed on my shaft and dripped down. Biting down on the cock gag did nothing to soothe the pain and, as more drops dripped down from the candle it got worse by the second. The only thing that helped me through that moment, though ironically could be pointed to as the cause for this pain, was seeing Mistress A penetrate herself with multiple digits. I didn’t have a clue how long was left of the five minute countdown and I don’t think Mistress A was counting either.

“Want me to get closer so you can have a better look? Should I move this thong to the side so you can see me finger fucking my pussy? I’m sure that will keep you hard for another few minutes.” The teasing was relentless and achieved everything she set out to do. As she shuffled towards me on the floor I struggled to see her from my fixed position, my neck still immobilised by the metal bar attached to my collar. I strained my neck to get a better view.

“Oh, did you look at the candle then slave D? Better give you a shock just in case.”

Zaaaaaaap

“Why are you shaking your head? Are you saying I’m lying?”

Zaaaaaaap

“Never fucking question me you filthy little whore.”

Zaaaaaaap

A shower of wax now covered my head. The pain was indescribable.

“If you don’t want to see my wet cunt I’ll show it to someone who does.” And with that she jumped to her feet and elegantly walked over to Mistress K and her slave girl.

“Do you mind if I join you?” she asked Mistress K.

“Please do. I’m just prepping her arse to take a nice thick plug I’ve wanted to try for a while.” Mistress K was putting on a pair of black latex gloves and squirted a considerable amount of clear lubricant into her hands.

“Perfect. I’m looking to use her mouth and tongue.”

“Be my guest,” Mistress K said with a devilish grin on her face.

Mistress A, still with the remote to the ball shocker in her hand, lifted her leg up and rested her heel on the top of the lower wooden stock. Her flexibility was incredible and she edged her way towards the eager looking sub.

“Tongue out you filthy slut. Let slave D see what he’s missing out on.” The excited blonde, her mouth still gaping wide open thanks to the metal o-ring locked between her teeth, poked her tongue through the hole anticipating her new master's pussy. Mistress A slid her moist black thong to one side and gleefully pressed her clit against the obliging subs tongue, which she began swirling at a steady consistent pace.

Zaaaaaaap

“You didn’t think I’d forgotten about you over there did you?” Mistress A shouted from the other side of the play room. “You’d better hope this slut makes me cum before that candle burns down or you’ll likely never cum again. That wax might seal you up. Has Mistress K discussed permanent chastity with you before? No need for a chastity cage if you can’t cum naturally though, right?”

“Are you trying to break slave D?” Mistress K questioned, clearly enjoying the predicament Mistress A had put me in. She looked over at Mistress A and, with a wink, sunk a thick purple silicone plug inside the blonde slave’s ass. She yelped but continued on with her pussy licking task admirably.

More drops of wax dripped from the candle, but they landed on my thigh. Still not overly pleasant, but far more tolerable than having them burn my now super sensitised cock. Another drop fell on top of some wax that already covered my head. A close call.

Zaaaaaaap

“Maybe just a little, Mistress K. I still have so much lined up for him. He better not give up on me now. That would be so disappointing.”

“Don’t push him too much dear. He still has a few tasks left to complete tomorrow.” Both dominants laughed in unison.

Zaaaaaaap

“Let’s get him over here,” Mistress K suggested. They lowered their voices to whisper and the blonde slave yelped again with glee, obviously enjoying what she was hearing.

“Let’s do it,” Mistress A agreed after a few more hushed words were exchanged. She pulled the sub girl's hair forcing her tongue into her pussy then a few seconds later she pulled her head back, lowered her own leg down onto the floor and kneeled down in front of her.

“Tongue out,” she demanded. The slave girl did as she was told. Mistress A grinned then spat inside her greedy mouth.

“No swallowing. I want to see that dripping off the end of your tongue when I come back,” she teased as she came back over to me. Each click of her heels on the hard floor sent a pulse of pleasure through my body.

Zaaaaaaap

“OK, that’s the last one. I promise. Look at that cock all covered in wax. Dear me, we better get you cleaned up for what’s next,” she said, then blew the candle out and carefully removed it from my cock.

“I haven’t had much target practice with my bullwhip in a while,” she shouted over to Mistress K. “I think that should get rid of all the wax on the end of his cock. Shouldn’t take too long to flick it all off.” My eyes bulged and I looked over to Mistress K for help, shaking my head urgently.

“Poor boy. He doesn’t seem to like the idea of that. Pity, I think it’s a great idea,” she replied with a cold, harsh stare towards me.

“On second thoughts,” she said whispering to me, “I think my nails will do the job.” The talented villainess squashed the head of my cock between her fingertips then flicked the wax off drop by drop, an experience that again made my eyes water. The small coloured blobs of wax flew across the matts as they dislodged from my skin.

“I’m going to unclip the metal bar from your collar and take the leg spreader off you. Despite a few indiscretions you’ve done well.” Before removing the bar and leg spreader Mistress A looked down at the ball shocker remote. “Don’t forget, I can put this back on you at any time. I’ll have no hesitation shocking you over and over again until you learn to obey me.” She removed the ball shocker and dropped it on the mat next to me along with the remote. She got up and wandered behind me to unclip the bar and spreader between my ankles. Just as I started to relax a little, Mistress A whispered in my ear.

“I wonder how it would feel if I put the ball shocker on your anal hook and pressed the remote button?” There was nothing relaxing about that thought and my shoulders tensed. She sensed the anxiety that idea was causing me.

“Not today,” she proclaimed as she undid the clasps on the cuffs and removed the chain attached to my collar. The anal hook remained fixed in place, tightly tugging my arsehole when I stretched forward on the mat, the first time my hands had been freed in an hour.

“No time to relax slave D. You may crawl on the floor over to the wooden stocks. Go!” she barked. With each movement I made the thick metal anal hook felt like a hard cock fucking me. My muscles ached and my legs felt like jelly.

“Stand up and place your head and wrists into the stocks once Mistress K and I lift the top up. You’ll then remain there until we drop it back down and lock it in place. Do you understand? Nod once if you do.” I nodded once and knelt on the floor until I was given my instructions. Mistress K walked round to me and stroked her gloved hand over my hood. Together with Mistress A they lifted the top of the stock and I stood up, put my head and wrists into position and waited. They slowly dropped the wooden stocks into place and, on each side, snapped a heavy padlock shut. The keys were placed on a clothes hook that hung on the wall beside them.

“Do you want him in heels, Mistress A?” Mistress K questioned?

“No, he can suffer for me like that. Actually,” she remarked as she walked with purpose over to the cabinet in the corner of the room, “I have another idea.” She opened the cabinet and pulled out two leather wrist cuffs with metal spikes running the length of each. She walked over to me and came round to the other side of the stocks to talk to my hooded face.

“Lift your heels up off the floor so that you’re standing on the balls of your feet and your toes,” the demanding domina commanded. I did as I was told and she disappeared from my view. She placed a spiked cuff under each of my hovering heels and came back round to me.

“If you decide that you’re getting too tired and want to rest your feet you’ll feel a metal spike in your heel. Remain in this position and you’ll be fine. I’ve been very much looking forward to what I have in store for you now,” she grinned and walked over to the bag that she’d brought with her.

“Are you OK down there, slave G?” Mistress K asked? At that moment I realised that the slave girl, now revealed to me as slave G, had her mouth forcibly wide open inches from my now semi erect cock.

“Good girl,” Mistress K said with delight as she stroked the giggling girl's hair. Mistress A returned with her bag in hand. She placed it purposefully on the floor next to us and began taking a few implements out of it. A few wooden paddles caught my eye, which she placed next to slave G on the soft pad she was kneeling on. Out of the corner of her eye Mistress A noticed how close my cock was to slave G’s face. She rustled in her bag, pulled out a condom and ripped off the wrapper.

“Do you mind if I fill slave G’s mouth with slave D’s cock, Mistress K?”

“Be my guest.” I couldn’t see slave G’s reaction to this, but I was pretty pleased with the whole situation. That was until the rules were read out to me.

“I’m going to put a condom on you, then you’re going to shuffle forwards until your cock sits at the back of slave G’s throat. I’ll move the spiked cuffs, so don’t rock back on your heels or you’ll feel a nasty sting. There are some rules which I’m now going to put in place. Firstly, you will not cum. You don’t have permission to cum and if you do I’ll make you drink the contents of that condom if you spurt into it. Next, I’ll strap you to that St Andrews cross, reattach the ball shocker and shock your balls every 30 seconds for an hour. I’ll then lock your cock in a tiny chastity cage and you’ll lose your permission to cum for 90 days. I’m going to remove your gag so that your response can be heard by everyone in the room.” She reached over, released the buckle and the dildo gag fell out of my mouth. A mouthful of spit dribbled from my lips onto slave G’s back.

“Sorry,” I yelped as I gasped for air.

“Sorry isn’t a response to what I asked you slave D. Mistress K can use that spit as lube when she strap-on fucks slave G.”

“I understand Mistress A. I won’t cum without your permission.”

“Good boy. I think I’ll leave the gag out for now. I’ve missed hearing what impact my actions have on you.” With that she unbuckled the other side of the gag and threw it on the floor. The diminutive domme put the condom on the tip of my fluttering cock and with one skillful motion rolled it down my shaft to the base.

“Step forward. Tiny steps until I tap you on the shoulder. You can then stop moving.” I inched slowly forwards and felt Mistress A guide my cock into slave G’s mouth. Her moist tongue lay flat and my cock rested comfortably on top of it, sliding deeper into her mouth and resting in her throat. I felt the tap on my shoulder and stopped moving.

“Up on your toes,” Mistress A commanded. She slid the spiked cuffs into place and I waited, my legs already starting to quiver. Mistress K wandered over to the leather chair opposite me and started to put on a strap-on harness. Mistress A picked up one of the paddles and walked behind me.

“Your arse is still covered in wax slave D. I’m going to remove it and get some colour back in those tight arse cheeks of yours. Mistress K has already told me that she’s happy for me to leave some nice bruises on you and it’s something that I’m particularly good at,” she proudly announced.

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